Chapter 8
The smaller studio was full of people. There was barely room to move. The lighting guy and sound engineer were standing by inside of the door that Leanne and I walked through. Two cameramen flanked the bed to either side, where Nicola was sat with Liu and Alan, all reading through some sheets of paper in their hand. Brendan and Greg were at the far side, talking to Kirstie and Victor, and I saw Kirstie look over at Leanne with an enquiring look, to which Leanne shook her head and pulled a sad face. Was she asking her sister if she’d managed to fuck me or something?
I didn’t have time to wonder for very long. Nicola saw me and beckoned me over with a wide smile. Liu had either dressed her in a bathrobe, or she wasn’t ready yet, because all she seemed to be wearing was the white fluffy bathrobe but then I noticed a pair of sheer stockings on her legs and that her hair had been styled and was flowing down her back in loose dark curls.
“Hi, Paul,” said Alan. “I’ve gone through everything with your wife and she’s happy to proceed with what we’ve got planned. Do you want to stay and watch?”
“Yes, I need to be here.”
“Well, you don’t need to,” Alan said emphasizing the word ‘need’, “Nicola is a fully grown woman and can look after herself, plus she’s in safe hands. But, if you want to watch, then, of course, that’s fine. Just please don’t distract Nicola or the guys, either the actors or the cameramen. Okay?”
His matter-of-fact tone irritated me, but I tried not to show it, for Nicola’s sake.
“This is the script and outline,” Nicola offered me the papers in her hand. “The scene is basically that I’m masturbating on the bed, waiting for my husband to come home from work when his best friend walks in on me. He’s called around to say hello, found the door open and the house empty. We end up having sex and then my husband comes home and joins in. Then-”
“So, wait,” I stopped her, picking up on something. “Alan, did you say actors. As in plural? I thought it was just a backup plan, to be discussed with me and Nicola? This sounds like it’s already been decided.”
“It has,” Alan said, gesturing towards Nicola. “She’s told me that this is very much a one-off sort of thing. She wants the full pornstar experience, just this one time. She’s not looking to make a career out of it, or do it again after this, so she wants to let her hair down and really go for it.”
“Is that true?” I asked Nicola, and she nodded, her smile slipping briefly as she looked at me for approval.
“You only live once,” said Leanne from behind me. “Let her have some fun.”
“As well as the two males you’ve met,” Alan said, pointing to Brendan and Greg, “We’ve also got a couple of other models waiting outside, and Victor thinks he could be ready to go again shortly too. We’ve also got-”
“Can I just speak to Nicola outside in private for a moment?” I said suddenly, taking my wife’s hand and guiding her towards the door before anyone could object.
“We’ve only got a limited amount of time,” Alan called out after me, but I ignored him and took Nicola outside, then closed the door behind us, once we were in the large studio alone.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked her right out. “You could have discussed it with me first.”
“Sure about what?” Nicola said, her green eyes wide in confusion.
“This,” I said, waving a hand towards the door and the people waiting beyond it. “Throwing yourself right into a threesome, and well, I don’t know how many other men or what else he’s got planned, this pervy uncle of yours.”
“We talked about this,” Nicola said after a moment, “I told you I wanted lots of cocks. Big cocks. I told you I wanted to get this out of my system.”
“Yeah, but-”
“No buts, Paul” Nicola folded her arms across her chest and raised her chin. “You brought me here today, you told me we could do this, and I want to. Are you changing your mind about this? Now - right before we’re going to start. Really?”
“I’m not comfortable with you being-” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word at first, but managed to force it out, “I’m not happy about you being… gangbanged. Or pulling a train or whatever they call it. It’s going too far.”
“It’s not a gangbang,” Nicola said quietly. “It’s just me having some fun with a few men. Look, we’re only here this one time. This is the only chance I might ever have to just go nuts and-”
“It sounds to me,” I cut her off. “like your dirty uncle just wants to see his niece get gangbanged.”
“He wants more than that,” Nicola took one of my hands in hers. “He asked me if I’d do girl-girl with Erica. She’s here. We talked about it, but I told her I’m not ready for that. I don’t know if I’ll ever be. So, you see, I’m not going totally crazy. I do have some limits.”
“Girl-girl?” I said, taking her other hand in mine too. “What would that involve?”
“Erica said she’d go down on me,” Nicola was blushing. “I didn’t have to do anything to her, she’d do everything to me. She said that she’d guarantee me enjoying it and that she promised to make me orgasm like never before, but I told her I don’t think so. I’m not gay, or bisexual. I don’t find girls attractive, at all.”
The thought of the gorgeous Erica even touching my naked wife, never mind licking her pussy made my cock, which had gone soft over all of this, suddenly harden again.
“I know you’re not bisexual,” I said slowly, “But if you wanted to do the whole pornstar experience, maybe you should try it?”
Nicola’s mouth dropped open. “Oh, wow. You want me to, don’t you?”
I shrugged noncommittally. “It’s a horny though, but if you don’t want to, then-”
“I’m just not into girls,” Nicola said abruptly.
“And I’m not into you being gangbanged by a load of pornstars.”
The door to the studio opened and Victor’s head poked through. “Alan says are you guys going to be much longer? If there’s a problem, he needs to know now.”
“There’s no problem,” Nicola said quickly. “Can you give us one more minute, then I’ll be right through, I promise.”
Victor nodded and when he’d closed the door again, I brought up another thing that was bothering me. “Also, you and Liu. What’s the deal there?”
“What do you mean?” Nicola said, bafflement washing across her face.
“I thought he was gay, but Leanne tells me he’s not.”
“I thought he was too, but no, he’s not,” Nicola replied. “He’s just a bit camp.”
“Leanne also said that he’s touchy-feely and flirty and that I should speak to you about it,” I added. “What did she mean by that?”
Nicola showed a bit of a reaction to that, licking her nips slightly nervously. “She’s right. He is a bit of a naughty boy. The first time I got undressed in front of him, he touched my breasts several times, but I thought he was gay, like you did, so I didn’t think anything of it.”
“And what else?” I said, sensing there was more to come.
“The next time, he grabbed my ass. Not an accidental grab, but a full-on squeeze. You were there but didn’t notice. When I was alone with him a bit later, I told him he was a naughty boy and that’s when he told me he wasn’t gay, by basically asking me if I wanted a fuck sometime. I was as shocked as anyone, but I managed to brush him off.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.
“Because I’d had a good time. I didn’t want anything to spoil things, and if you got upset and wouldn’t let me get changed with Liu in the future, it would have made doing it again difficult.”
That made sense, I supposed. Nicola was looking at me strangely though and I could tell she hadn’t finished. “Is there something else?” I asked.
“The third time, when I was alone with him, he tried it on again,” she confessed. “I’d been drinking the champagne and felt a bit light headed, so when he felt my boobs again, I didn’t stop him.”
“Go on,” I said slowly.
“He felt my pussy too,” Nicola confessed, “But nothing else happened. Erica came in, and he stopped and that was it. I promise.”
I remembered going into the dressing room that day and finding Erica and Nicola sat together, drinking bubbly and talking, and that Nicola had seemed a bit flustered, but I’d just put it down to the alcohol and the nerves. “And that’s it? Nothing more?”
“Well, I - just now,” Nicola stammered, “If I’m being honest when I was changing into this, I-”
“Just tell me,”
“He kept touching me. My boobs and my pussy. I let him play with me. Only for a moment though. Don’t be angry. I liked it.” Nicola looked at me. “He got his dick out.”
“You fucked him?”
“No!” she said indignantly. “I was horny, because of what we’re doing here. What we’re going to do. But I wouldn’t fuck him.”
“So what did you do?”
“I just gave him a handjob. I was horny, Paul, plus I thought it’d be - like - practice. A warm-up for the video.”
“Let’s go,” I said suddenly, grabbing her by hand. “Get changed. We’re leaving.”
“I’m sorry,” Nicola pleaded with me. “It was just a bit of fun. I was going to tell you.”
“Were you? Really?”
I pulled her by hand again, but she resisted, yanking her hand from my grasp.
“Yes, I was.”
I looked at her face and saw tears welling in her eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said, feeling suddenly guilty.
“You let Leanne suck your cock, Paul. Do I need to remind you about that? But you’re angry with me because I just wanked Liu off. After everything else I’d done, I didn’t think you’d be mad about that.”
I was overreacting and realised that this wasn’t about Liu. It was about me. It was because I was nervous about letting her do this. Perhaps I was angry at Alan making these decisions about my wife, who she was going to have sex with, without asking me first. Maybe I was even jealous.
“You’re right,” I said. “Do you really want to go through with this?”
“I really do,” Nicola took both of my hands in hers and squeezed them.
“I’ll make you a deal,” I offered, seeing an opportunity in front of me. “If you do the girl-girl thing with Erica - for me - I’m happy to let you go through with whatever you want to do after that.”
“Oh,” Nicola sighed. “You really want me to do that? Hold on,” she narrowed her eyes at me. “You fancy her, don’t you?”
“Erica?” I grinned, “She’s okay, I guess.”
“Do you promise - if I do something with Erica,” she grimaced, “That you won’t interfere with the rest of the scene. Even if it’s something you’re not comfortable with.”
I didn’t answer for a moment. This needed a moment’s thought. Was I okay with this?
“Just this one time?” I asked her. “This is a one-off.”
“Yes,” Nicola replied. “Just this once. For me.”
I didn’t reply because I didn’t trust my voice not to break. Before I could change my mind, I opened the door to the small studio and led Nicola back through to Alan and the crew inside.
“All sorted?” Alan and Leanne asked Nicola and me simultaneously.
Nicola said yes like nothing was wrong whatsoever, whereas I just nodded at Leanne, trying to force a smile like everything was fine.
Alan pointed to where he wanted me to stand, by the sound guy and Eddie’s blonde wife came over and stood next to me as Nicola walked over to the bed, talking to Alan quietly about how they wanted to start.
Leanne tried to slip her hand into mine but I resisted.
“Are you mad at me?” she whispered into my ear. “I’m sorry. I’m just trying to help you through this. And what was all that about just now with Nicola?”
“Last minute nerves,” I whispered back. “I just feel a bit like it’s getting out of control.”
“Nicola won’t do anything she’s not comfortable with,” Leanne reassured me. “You know that by now.”
“We’ll see about that,” I half-laughed and when Leanne just stared at me quizzically, I explained. “I’ve talked her into doing something girl-girl.”
“No way!” Leanne said, louder than she meant to, making Nicola and Alan glance our way for a moment, before finishing their own talk. Then Alan gathered all the scripts together and passed them to Liu.
“Can you tell Erica to join us, please,” he said to the oriental man, who after raising an eyebrow in Nicola’s direction, left through the far door. “Okay, Nicola, take your starting position. Brendan and Greg, to your starting positions too. Cameras, start rolling.”
The two pornstars walked out after Liu, the lights dimmed around us, but the lighting rig above the bed lit up fully as Nicola dropped her bathrobe and lay down on the red silk covered bed. “Just here?” she asked nervously, as she positioned herself in the centre.
I took a sharp intake of breath at what she was wearing; a black silk corset, with lace trim, stockings and a black suspender belt, and tiny lacy panties. Her large breasts were threatening to fall out of the corset as she got comfortable, and heaved with every heavy breath that she took.
“That’s perfect,” Alan said. “Okay everyone, total silence, please. Nicola, as we read in the script. In your own time.”
Nicola’s eyes met mine for the briefest of moments, then she looked finally to Alan, then began by picking up a mobile phone that I hadn’t noticed was on the edge of the bed. She put it to one ear.
“Hi honey,” she said, as though she was talking to someone. “How long are you going to be? I’m so horny.”
Alan nodded his approval, and she continued.
“That long? I was hoping you wouldn’t be late tonight. Okay, bye. I love you.” She pretended up hang up and tossed the phone onto the bed by her foot. “I can’t wait that long,” she said to herself. “I need to cum.”
I was impressed by how well she was acting this out, but I did notice that she was blushing the whole time. She slipped down her panties and after the briefest moment of hesitation, probably while summoning the courage, she opened her legs, baring her shaved pussy to the room full of people. I glanced at the sound and light engineer and saw them both staring between her legs.
Alan nodded at her to keep going, and with a very quick glance at him, she reached down and touched her pussy, finding her clit and then beginning to slowly circle it with the tip of one finger.
I realised I wasn’t breathing when Leanne whispered in my ear. “This is hot, isn’t it?”
All I could do was nod as I watched Nicola let her head fall back onto the pillow, and closing her eyes, she started to play with herself while the cameramen changed position around her, presumably for a closer shot.
After perhaps a couple of minutes, the door opened and Brendan walked in. He was dressed casually, in his t-shirt and jeans and he stopped in pretend shock at finding Nicola masturbating in front of him.
“I’m sorry,” he apologised, making Nicola jump upright on the bed, snatching her hand away from her pussy.
“Brendan!” she exclaimed, grabbing her panties and putting them back on. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I was hoping Greg was in. The door was open, and when I found the downstairs empty, I just came up. I didn’t know you were…”
They’d obviously decided to use their real names, except for mine. Greg was her husband instead, which I supposed didn’t matter. It was easier than trying to remember made up ones.
“I’m so embarrassed,” Nicola recited. “You’re my brother-in-law. You shouldn’t have seen that.”
“I’m kind of glad I did though,” Brendan said. “You looked really sexy.”
“You really think so?” Nicola said, smiling and relaxing.
“Yeah. Don’t mind me, if you want to carry on,” Brendan rubbed the front of his jeans. “I’ll just stand here and watch.”
“Promise not to touch?” Nicola said, laying back down.
Wow. This was so cheesy. But at the same time, it was really sexy because it was happening right in front of me and it was my wife, trying her best to act.
I watched as Nicola started to play with herself, and when she closed her eyes again, Brendan undressed quietly and joined her on the bed.
“What are you doing!” she protested, trying to push him away and I saw his dick for the first time as he turned to the side.
“Hey, that hurts!” hissed Leanne from the side of me and I realised I was squeezing her hand a bit too hard and let go.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, “But look at his cock. It’s massive.”
“I told you,” Leanne said softly, rubbing her hand. “Don’t worry though. She’ll love it.”
Brendan was only semi-hard, but probably already twice as long and as thick as me. His body was completely hairless and covered in thick ridges of muscle. I imagined him as being almost the perfect male specimen for a lot of women.
“Brendan, you’re my brother-in-law. This isn’t right,” Nicola said as his hand touched the inside of her thigh, stroking her soft skin. She was actually a better actress than I’d imagined.
“Be quiet. Erica is downstairs,” Brendan replied, his hand sliding over her pussy.
“My sister-in-law? And Greg will be home soon. This is crazy. We’ll get caught.” Then Nicola moaned, unscripted, I think, as Brendan’s fingers found their way inside her. As he started to finger her, I saw her juices on his hand. She was dripping wet.
“Do you want me to stop? Doesn’t that feel good?” he teased her.
“But we shouldn’t,” moaned Nicola, then she didn’t say anything else as Brendan moved his cock to her mouth, and she opened her lips wide to take it in, and began sucking him.
The cameramen changed position again, and the sound man lowered the boom microphone to better capture the sounds of the blow job, and the wet sounds of his fingers working her. The atmosphere was electric. I could hear Leanne breathing heavily next to me, and then the door opened and Erica walked in.
The stunning, tall redhead was dressed now, unlike earlier when I’d seen her getting fucked by Victor. She was wearing a t-shirt and jeans, much like Brendan, but her jeans were skin-tight, showing off the shape of her amazing legs.
“What’s going on here?” she pretended to scream, making them both jump up on the bed in alarm this time.
“It’s not what it looks like,” Brendan said but didn’t have to protest for long.
“It looks like you’re about to have sex,” Erica purred. “I won’t be angry, as long as I can join in.”
There was a long pause and then Nicola finally spoke. “Oh, but Greg will be home soon!” I realised that she was late with her line, probably out of nervousness as to what was going to happen.
“We’d better get on with it then,” Erica said, pulling her t-shirt over her head, exposing her small but nicely shaped breasts. Then she slid her jeans down, keeping her lacy white panties on for now, and climbed onto the foot of the bed, as Brendan put his cock back in Nicola’s mouth.
I saw Nicola’s eyes dart to Erica as she laid forward, positioning herself between my wife’s thighs. Then Nicola looked straight at me and I could see that she was really uncomfortable with what was about to happen.
Would she stop it, like Leanne had suggested?
The answer was no. Once Erica’s mouth touched Nicola’s pussy, her eyes closed and she resumed sucking Brendan’s still-growing cock. As Erica’s tongue began working her clit, I saw Nicola’s hips move, responding to the sensation, and she began to suck him faster and more urgently, bringing him to a rock-hard erection, which he pulled out of his mouth after a few further moments.
“Which one of you wants fucking first?” he asked, and whether it was scripted or not, I didn’t know, but Nicola put her arms around him, and quickly pulled him on top of her. Again, the cameramen shifted angles, and I had to step sideways to see the moment of penetration as he first entered her. I didn’t quite see it before his weight sank down onto her, but I heard it, as she groaned loudly.
As he raised himself up to begin to fuck her properly, I saw him inside her, and how his girth stretched out her pussy lips every time he withdrew to push himself back in. My cock was so hard now that it was straining painfully against the inside of my trousers.
“She’s doing it,” Leanne said excitedly at my side and I looked up to see Erica and Nicola kissing. I’d been so transfixed on his cock going in and out of my wife that I hadn’t seen Erica slip her panties down and lay next to Nicola to make out with her. Their lips were locked passionately and Erica’s hand was between her own legs, fingering her pussy as Brendan fucked Nicola harder and faster.
Then they switched positions again, the cameramen following them around the bed as Erica got back between Nicola’s thighs, this time on all fours, her mouth going straight to Nicola’s clit and this time my wife didn’t look nervous at all. She actually opened her thighs wider and put a hand on her red hair, pulling her face deeper into her pussy, as Brendan got behind Erica and shoved his dick inside her now.
As he started fucking Erica every bit as hard as he’s done Nicola, I was watching a bead of sweat trickle down his back as his muscles flexed into her, when I heard Nicola groan as she orgasmed. On another woman’s tongue.
“I can’t believe it,” I muttered to myself, but Leanne heard me and giggled. “I told you she’d enjoy today.”
“Do you think she’s cum from him fucking her though, or from Erica?”
“Probably both,” Leanne guessed. “Either way, she’s cum. And not for the last time today, I’d wager.”
I was enjoying this. All of my reticence and anxiety just before it started had been a waste of energy. This was amazing. Seeing Nicola get eaten out by a beautiful woman was one of the most incredible things I’d ever seen, and it got better as Erica moved away slightly, using her fingers to fuck Nicola instead of her tongue, while Brendan took a short breather from screwing her, joining her on the bed on his back.
Erica moved up the bed, laying her slim pale body on top of Nicola’s more tanned curves, and they kissed again as Brendan watched, then Erica pushed her pussy against Nicola’s and I saw them grind into each other as they made out. Nicola’s hands were on Erica’s ass, clutching at her like she does when a man fucks her. I felt like I was going to cum in my boxer shorts, my dick was throbbing that much.
A moment later, Erica moved away, and Nicola got up without being asked, straddling Brendan and then lowering herself down to his impressive cock. I was yet again surprised by her capacity to take these larger penises, although I had no idea why anything surprised me any more. Erica laid at the side of them on the bed, her fingers playing with her own clit as she watched Nicola begin to slowly slide up and down on him.
Then it all changed again. The door opened, and the tattooed Greg walked in.
“What the fuck!” he yelled, making the three people on the bed all pause, but not move.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Nicola apologised. “Brendan walked in as I was masturbating and I was so horny without you. It just happened.” She was still sat on Brendan, his cock impaled fully inside her.
“I know I’m late home,” Greg growled. “But that’s my brother. And his wife too. How could you do this to me?”
“I’m sorry, bro,” Brendan said. “Nicola’s so hot. I couldn’t help myself. If it makes you feel better, why don’t you fuck Erica?”
“Yes, we’re sorry. Come and join in,” Erica curled a finger towards Greg, beckoning him towards the bed.
“I guess it’s the least you owe me,” Greg said, peeling off his shirt to reveal another muscled torso, but this time covered in tattoos. His nipples were pierced too, I noticed as he stripped to the waist, then began peeling off his trousers to reveal equally tattooed legs. Then he stopped. “One problem though. I’ve brought some buddies home. We were going to have a beer and watch the game.”
The door opened again and three guys, a white bald-headed guy, a mixed race guy and Victor, walked in, pretending to be shocked at the scene in front of them, before whooping and hollering as Greg dropped his shorts to reveal another long, thick cock, if not as enormous as Brendan’s and as he walked over to Erica’s side of the bed, Nicola started bouncing up and down on Brendon’s cock.
My heart was beating faster now. I had been enjoying this, but suddenly the atmosphere had changed again. The three new guys had moved nearer to the bed, nearer to Nicola, and all had a look on their face like a hawk watching its prey. Greg laid with Erica, kissing her and his hands roaming from her perky tits to her pretty little pussy, and then she went down, taking his cock in her mouth and beginning to suck him with as much gusto as what Nicola was showing, riding Brendan’s dick for all she was worth, and obviously loving the way he filled her pussy from the expression on her face.
Within moments, Greg was in between Erica’s thighs, his dick ramming in and out of her pussy, making her moan out loud and Nicola began to whimper on top of Brendan, signalling that a second climax was close.
“She’s gonna cum,” observed the mixed race guy and I noticed that he’d got his cock out of his jeans, stroking as he watched, and Victor and the other man unbuckled their belts and trousers to do the same.
I got a powerful urge to step in and stop it, but I couldn’t. Only Nicola could do that, but as she came hard on top on Brendan, her legs and back shuddering as it hit her, even though she did look to the side and saw all three men now stroking their hard cocks no more than a couple of feet away from her, she made no move to stop anything.
“I’m going to cum,” Brendan announced suddenly, and again the cameramen switched position as he and my wife did, Nicola laying on her back while he stroked himself over her face. She even kissed and licked his balls as he got himself off, something she never does with me, until he grunted and came, his white cum landing on her cheek, chin and collarbone.
As Brendan moved away, Greg and Erica switched position, with her on top now. Leaving Nicola alone for a moment, but not for long. Victor moved first, pulling down her corset so that her large tits finally spilled free and then offering my wife his large black penis and to my surprise, Nicola didn’t hesitate even a moment in reaching out for it and drawing him into her mouth. Before I had any time to react to that, the bald white model laid on his front in between Nic’s legs, beginning to lick her pussy, and then the third guy, the mixed-race guy called out to her ‘husband.’
“So is it okay if we all have a go too, Greg?” he asked, hovering next to Nicola, his dick in his hand.
“I’ve already shared her with one brother,” Greg said, never taking his eyes off Erica’s body as she rode him. “If she’s happy for you to fuck her, you have my blessing, my other brothers.”
This was Nicola’s chance to say no. They’d written it into the script, which I had to admit was a great idea. She stopped sucking Victor, and looked at the man between her thighs first, then at Victor and finally at the mixed race guy.
“I want all three of you. Then you last, hubby.”
What? Had she really seen that? I was going to say something, but I couldn’t. I’d made a deal. If she did girl-girl with Erica, she could do whatever she wanted. I just stood there and watched as the bald-headed white guy slid his body up and over Nicola’s, and I got a prime view of the head of his cock push against my wife’s pussy lips, before finding the right spot and sliding deep into her, making her groan again before Victor pushed his dick back into her mouth.
The room smelled of sex, and the air was full of the noises of it, groans, moans, the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, and I tore my eyes from the scene before me to look around. The two cameramen were intent on their filming, but both the sound guy and lighting engineer were almost hypnotised by the sight in front of them, as was Alan and even Leanne besides me. Liu and Kirstie had also come back into the room at some point and were watching avidly as well.
I turned back to see the bald white guy move away and Victor replaced him, expertly sliding his cock into my wife, while the mixed race pornstar was the next to get a blow job from her.
My wife had just been fucked by two strangers, and another one was now having his turn, while two other men waited for his turn. All in front of a room full of people most of whom I didn’t even know. As horny as I was, and as erotic as the heavy atmosphere was and the scene rapidly unfolding in front of me, I couldn’t watch any further.
I tried to catch Nicola’s eye, but she was completely lost in the sex as Victor moved her onto all fours and began screwing her from behind as she now sucked the bald white model.
I walked over to Kirstie. “If Nicola wants to know where I’ve gone, tell her I needed to cum, so I’ve gone to the toilet.”
Kirstie nodded and I went to leave, but as I walked past Leanne who was watching me, I whispered into her ear.
”Meet me outside that room again in one minute.”
Without waiting to see if she understood, I walked out and rushed across the studio, down the corridor and to Eddie’s archive, where I slumped against the wall, all the adrenaline rushing out of my veins suddenly and I waited to see if Leanne would turn up or not, and wondered if Nicola and I had made the biggest mistake of our lives.
“What’s wrong?”
I opened my eyes and there she was. Beautiful, with her blonde hair loose around her shoulders, and her bright blue eyes in her pixie-like face full of concern.
“I just couldn’t watch any more,” I managed to say, my voice full of emotion.
“It can be difficult,” Leanne said softly, “Watching your partner get pleasured, beyond what you could do yourself. I know it hurts, but it’s enjoyable too. You get used to it. Eddie did.”
“I just wasn’t ready to see her get used like that,” I explained. “She’s my wife.”
“I understand,” Leanne said. “Let her enjoy it this one time. She told me she’s always fantasized about doing something like this. She’ll love you even more for letting her fulfil those fantasies, I promise. You’ll come out of this stronger than ever.”
“I hope so,” I sighed. “I think I’ve made a big mistake though.”
“A mistake, letting her do this?” Leanne asked. “Do you think so?”
“Not that, no,” I said, moving closer to her. “I made a mistake with you. Turning you down earlier.”
Leanne blinked then opened her mouth but no words came out. So I kissed her. And she kissed me back.
Seconds later, she had the key in the lock to Eddie’s archive, and we tumbled through the door, not even bothering to lock it behind us as we kissed passionately. I fumbled with the buttons on her top as she undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my shorts, and then as I stripped her shirt off and pulled her bra down to reveal her small, perky tits and pink erect nipples, I felt her hand clutch around my rock-hard cock and began pumping my shaft.
“Don’t make me cum yet,” I pushed her hand away, then crouched down to pull her skirt and panties down. Once her sweet little pussy with its sandy-coloured landing strip was exposed to me, I pushed her onto one of the display tables and buried my tongue into her.
She tasted just like Nicola, that musky arousing taste, and I let my tongue explore her small pussy lips, and teasing them apart as she spread her legs wide for me, I found her clit and teased it, enjoying the little moans she was already making.
“Everyone’s had your wife,” Leanne said, in between the little groans I was eliciting from her. “It’s about time you had someone else’s, don’t you think?”
“Definitely, but I want you to cum first,” I demanded. “Cum for me, then I’ll fuck you.”
“Fist me then,” Leanne said, which caught me a little bit off guard. “Go on,” she urged. “I love being fisted, I love big things up my pussy.”
I stood up, resisting the temptation to just shove my hard cock into her wet, waiting hole, and instead, did as she requested, putting first one, then two fingers inside her and working them in and out, until I could fit three and then all fingers inside her.
“That’s it,” she said and started pushing her hips on to my hand in time with my gentle thrusts. “Get it all in. Stretch me.”
I curled my thumb in, and rotated my wrist, fucking her slowly but firmly with my hand until my entire first went inside her, making her shudder and moan.
“It feels so fucking good,” she said, biting her lip and thrusting herself back onto my hand, so I began to fist her, pumping my hand in and out of her, feeling her cervix press against my knuckles and the inside her pussy stretching around my fist. “I’m cumming,” she said, surprisingly quickly, then she leaned back, arching as her orgasm struck.
I felt her pussy muscles clench around my wrist, then as she recovered, she pulled my hand out of her slowly, and wrapping her hands around my sides, she pulled me forward and my dick slid straight into her.
“Enjoy me,” she said, still chewing her lip sexily. “Do whatever you want to me.”
I grabbed her hips as she wrapped her legs around my back and I began to fuck her, enjoying the warmth of her around my rock hard cock. How I didn’t cum straight away, I don’t know, but something came over me, an animal instinct possibly brought about by the circumstances of seeing my wife get used by all those well-endowed men, and I fucked Leanne as deep and hard and fast as I could.
After a few minutes, I grew in confidence, and flipped her over on the table onto her front, and took her from behind. Her pussy still felt tight, even though I’d just had my entire hand inside her, but my thrusts grew erratic as I started to near my own climax and my cock slipped out of her for a second. As I went to put it back in, I realised I was pushing it against the wrong hole but as I started to apologise, she stopped me.
“Yes, go on,” she moaned. “Fuck my ass. Fuck my married ass. Eddie never does. I don’t let him.”
That was all the encouragement I needed: ‘I don’t let him.’ I pushed gently forward, but I didn’t need to. Leanne shoved back, and my hard cock slid into her asshole, already soaked through from her pussy juices, which were also all over the display table.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Cum in my ass, Paul. Do it.”
I wrapped my hand in her strawberry blonde hair, and pulled her head back, thrusting as deeply into her as I could. A savage type of arousal had come over me, and I savoured it, pounding her ass as hard as I could manage until finally, I felt myself explode deep inside her. The feeling was so strong, that my legs went instantly weak and I collapsed forward on top of her, then we slid off together into a heap on the floor, where we lay for a while, catching our breath.
“That was incredible,” Leanne said after a moment, curling herself into my arms.
“You were incredible,” I replied. “That’s one of the best fucks I’ve ever had.”
“Do you feel better now?” she said. “I do. I’ve wanted you for ages, and you didn’t disappoint.”
“I do feel a bit better, but I need to see Nicola,” I said as delicately as I could.
“And we don’t want them to find us here,” Leanne added, so we got dressed as quickly as we could before someone came to see where we were.
I left the archive first, rushing down the corridor and across the large studio back into the room where I’d left them. I had no idea how long I’d been gone, so wasn’t sure if they’d be finished or not by now. I hoped they were, because now that I’d cum, I had no desire to sit through another half hour of watching Nicola get fucked, and I timed it perfectly.
I entered the room as calmly as I could, despite my heart still hammering in my chest from the intense sex I’d just had. I didn’t want anyone to really notice me coming back in, and luckily everyone was just as fixated on the bed as they had been when I’d left.
Kirstie was the only person that gave me any heed, casting me an enquiring look as I re-entered the room, and then when Leanne walked through a moment or two later, she got a similar stare. I looked at Leanne and saw her give Kirstie a thumbs up signal, which made her sister suppress a smile, and she winked at me before looking back at the scene on the bed.
Nicola was now totally naked and laid on the bed alone. Erica was nowhere to be seen, but Brendan was back, standing alongside Greg and the other three guys around the edges of the bed, all stroking their cocks. Then I noticed Alan was with them, also naked, stroking his modestly sized cock along with them.
“What the fuck?” I whispered to Leanne, as her hand took mine in hers again.
“He often joins in,” she shrugged. “Nicola obviously isn’t bothered.”
“He’s her uncle!”
“Not by blood, she told me,” Leanne gave my hand another squeeze. “Are you ready for the big finale?”
I had to be, because as she said that, the cameramen moved into new positions again as the bald-headed white guy was the first guy to cum, all over Nicola’s 36DD tits. Then Victor moved closer and delivered a spray of cum onto her face, followed by Greg, and Brendan who had moved so that he could cum all over her pussy, rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. The mixed race guy did the same with her mouth, covering her face in hot cum then wiping any leftovers onto her mouth. Nicola helped, licking the end for him until only Alan was left, moving towards her so she could help by sucking him. Only when he stepped back with his dick already drooping did I realise that she must have let him cum in her mouth and swallowed it.
“That’s a wrap,” Alan said as he stepped back, scooping his clothes up from the floor. “Can we have a round of applause for Nicola, please?”
All the models were high-fiving and back-slapping each other, but stopped to clap their appreciation, as did the cameramen and sound and lighting guys. Liu and Kirstie clapped too, and Leanne and I realised I was the only one not clapping.
Nicola sat up and saw me standing there. “I love you,” she said simply.
“I love you too,” I replied, and I realised that I did. I really did. I covered the space between us in what felt like one stride, and she rushed into my arms and kissed me. I didn’t even care about the cum that I tasted on her lips, or which I felt smear onto my chin and no doubt all over my clothes.
We’d done it. She’d done it. And despite the absolute rollercoaster of emotions that we’d both been through, we still loved each other. I could feel it in her embrace.
“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked after we finally stopped kissing.
“Yes,” I said truthfully, although I didn’t say that it was because I’d just fucked Leanne.
“I did too,” she said breathlessly. “Taking our sex out of it, that’s the best fucking I’ve ever had. I lost times of how many times I orgasmed and I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” She giggled. “Do you want me? I’ll let you fuck me right now if you need to cum.”
“I already came,” I confessed. “I got that horny, I went to the toilet and got myself off. I couldn’t help it. I think I missed quite a bit. Didn’t you see me go?”
“No,” Nicola said. “I couldn’t see much past the lights. When did you go?”
“Victor was doing it to you when I left, and I came back just as the men were all cumming on you.”
“You were gone for some while then,” she grinned. “It must have been a good wank.”
“Oh, it was,” I said quickly. “What did I miss? Did Alan fuck you? I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Me neither,” Nicola said quietly, looking around and I realised we were all alone in the room. People must have left to give us some private time. “Mario, the handsome dark-skinned guy was behind me one second, then something felt different and when I looked over my shoulder, it was Alan. He sort of paused, giving me a chance to say no, I guess, but I thought why not. I was that horny, I’d have done anything and everything. Even anal, but none of them went there.”
I smiled, hoping not to give anything away and glad that Leanne wasn’t around at that particular moment so she didn’t say anything. “I’ll be honest,” I said, changing the subject slightly. “I found it difficult watching you with all those guys, but I’m glad you’ve fulfilled your fantasies and enjoyed it.”
“Me too,” Nicola looked up at me from where she was in my arms, her face glowing with happiness. “Thank you so much for letting me do it.”
We kissed again before she went to the shower to get cleaned up and dressed again, just as Alan walked back into the room.
“She’s a natural,” he said, adjusting his glasses. “Beautiful, great curvy figure. Big tits. Tight pussy. Knows how to suck a cock. You’re a lucky guy, Paul.”
“I know I am,” I replied, feeling proud but also annoyed at her uncle. “I didn’t know you were going to fuck her. That was a bit out of order, Alan. You never asked me.”
“I’m sorry. I never planned to,” he apologised. “I just got so turned on watching her fuck all my guys like that. She's got such an appetite for cock. I couldn’t resist. I did give her the chance to say no, but she wanted it. I put my dick there and she pushed back on to it. I tell you what, if you ever want to do this again, I know a hundred film producers that’ll make bigger productions than this one.”
“This was a one-off, Alan. But thanks.”
“The offer’s always there. You’ll get paid handsomely for this one, but a girl like her could make serious money.”
“I’ll bear that in mind.” I walked off from him, still pissed at the cheek of him just helping himself to my wife, and instead looked for Leanne.
I found her at the reception, talking quietly to Kirstie. The two of them shut up when they saw me approaching, then both burst into giggles.
“I take it she’s told you?” I asked Kirstie, and she nodded.
“I won’t tell a soul,” she promised.
“We’re sisters,” Leanne leaned into me and I put my arms around her one more time, “We don’t keep anything from each other. We like to share, don’t we, Kirstie?”
Kirstie looked me up and down suggestively and winked. “Yes, we do.”
Was Leanne suggesting what I thought she was suggesting? “Do you now? Including men?”
“Sometimes,” Kirstie licked her lips. Was she teasing me?
“Men like me?”
“Men like you,” Leanne put a finger on my lips. “I’ll arrange it soon, but don’t tell Eddie. Or Nicola. It’s our secret, okay?”
“What are you three giggling about?” said Nicola from behind me, making me jump.
“They’re teasing me,” I complained and my wife grinned at them. “Don’t you think he’s had an eventful enough day as it is?”
“Poor Paulie,” sympathised Kirstie, making Nicola laugh.
“Shall we go?” she replaced Leanne in my arms. She was dressed and ready to go, her hair wet from the shower and tied up in a bun on her head, and she smelled fresh and clean, a contrast from the strong musky smell of cum which she’d had when I’d kissed her in the studio.
“Yes, let’s get home,” I agreed. “You must be tired.”
“Oh, I want my bed,” Nicola said, “But not for sleeping. Not yet.”
“Oooooh, you’re in luck,” Leanne prodded me in the shoulder. “Take the lady home before she changes her mind.”
So I did. Even though I’d fucked Leanne just a while since I felt my cock starting to stiffen again with Nicola in my arms and the thought of getting her into our marital bed at home for an evening of lovemaking.
I drove home, and as we were walking back into the house. I stopped for a moment just to watch my wonderful wife take her coat and shoes off, and do all the normal things that we do on any other normal day and I realised that no matter what we’d both done today, we were both still the same people we’d been before we started this. We still loved each other just as fiercely as we always had, if not even more.
We went straight up to the bedroom, as she’d promised, where she got changed into some new lingerie that I’d never seen before. A silvery silk nightgown, which only just reached her thighs. She patted the bed and beckoned me over but before I got there, she did a little twirl in the mirror and asked me a question.
“Do you know how this all started? “ she asked me.
“Remind me.”
“I asked you a question. Does my bum look big in this. Do you remember?”
“I do. That’s why we booked that first photo shoot. To make you more confident.”
“Do you think it worked?” she said with a smile, walking to the bed, and lifting the nightie so I could see her pussy, pink and puffy from all the cock that had fucked it earlier. Then she laid on the bed and opened her legs obscenely wide.
“I’d say so,” I said, stripping out of my clothes.
“Then come here and fuck me.”
So I did.