THE AUDITION
By Dom

The dinner invitation had been for me and my wife Glenda, but as an
aspiring actress she and a couple of friends were going for an
audition tonight.  I taken them to several of these audition trips
before and they were always downers.   None of them ever got
anything more than a walk-through in the background of local
commercials.  I was glad not to have to go through that this time.  

I love my wife dearly, but she is not Oscar material when it comes
to acting.  The term, "fuzzy logic" must have been invented to
describe the way her mind works.  She's a wonderful person, just not
one of the world's great thinkers.  While I think she looks great,
she just misses having that knockout figure you always see in the
movies.

Everything said and done, she and her friends really enjoy doing the
auditions, so I wished her luck as she grabbed her bag and headed
for the door.  They were going to dinner first and go through their
audition routines one more time before going to the tryout.

Alan and I hadn't seen each other in years.  He had wandered off to
seek his fame and fortune and I had elected to stay here and just
plug away at making a living.  Now he was back in town on a job and
had called just to touch base with some of the old group.  I knew he
had something to do with movies, but that was about all.

"Yeah, I've got a great job right now.  I travel all over the
country doing scouting for a couple of studios out west.  I come
into a town, rent studio space, place a couple of audition ads, and
see what happens."

That caught my attention.  Glenda and her friends were answering an
audition ad tonight.  I couldn't help but wonder...."Have you had
much of a response here?"

"Actually, we have several young women coming over tonight -- we're
looking for one to have a minor role in a movie and it really could
lead to bigger things if we find the right girl.  Most of the time,
we're just looking for local extras when the film companies are on
location. It ought to be a real kick."

Could my wife and her friends have finally lucked into something?
"Why's that?"

"We have a full production set with video equipment and a couple of
actors along with us.  We're going to do screen tests of a seduction
scene.  Amateur talent is always a riot at these types of
auditions."

A seduction scene?...alarms were ringing in my head!  "Do they have
to get undressed or anything?"

"Larry, you old dog!  I thought you were happily married!  You
shouldn't be thinking about your little neighbors running around
naked -- leave that to horny old me!"  He laughed again, "Actually,
that depends on them.  The scene can be played either way.
Sometimes, these little local gals get carried away and we get some
really hot videos. Hey, I've got an idea.  You said you're on your
own tonight, why don't you come along.  My guy in the recording
booth isn't feeling good and you used to handle yourself pretty
good.  You could make a buck or two AND see if any of them get it
going."

Yeah, right!  I could go there and watch my innocent little wife
turn beet red and leave.  She would never go for something like
this.  On the other hand, some of the other gals just might and I
wouldn't mind seeing that, "Sounds great!  I'm in!"

An hour later, I was staring at four monitors above a control panel.
My job for the evening was to take the feed from each camera and
record it on videotape.  One of the cameras was a boom remote and I
had controls for it.  Alan told me just to play around with it -- it
was a backup unit.

Right on time, the girls came in and registered.  Most of them,
including my wife, used their "stage" names.  Larry called them all
over and handed out the script, "Please notice that this is a
seduction scene and that you will be working with an actor.  Nudity
could be involved so, if that makes you uncomfortable, please leave
now...however, for those of you who are considering a career in the
movies, remember that most young women are required to do nude
scenes somewhere along the line.  We will do an initial reading and
select three of you to do the actual screen test."

A couple of the women headed for the exit and my wife was turning to
go when Larry continued, "If you are selected to do the test, you
will receive $1000 tonight.  If your test is good enough, you will
have a guaranteed part in a movie.  That part pays $10,000 minimum."

My wife and one of her friends stopped in their tracks.  Neither of
them had ever earned a dime as an actress and they were being
tempted big time.  I grinned as my wife started to walk away again
-- I knew she wouldn't be able to do it!  Now, I could settle back
and enjoy the rest of the evening!  I flipped on the mikes and got
ready to work.

I hear her friends voice, "Oh, Glenda, don't go!  I can't do it
without somebody here."  Her friend grabbed her arm and pulled my
wife back to the stage.

Alan walked up to them, "I'm sorry, but only those who are actually
going to try out can stay."

Again, my wife turned to leave.  This time, she stopped when she
heard Alan say, "It's really too bad you don't feel good about this
-- I think you might really have a chance."

Part of me wanted to see Glenda hit the door running like she
started to.  Another part of me was very pleased that someone else
liked the way my wife looked.  Still another part was scared silly.

My heart stopped when I heard my wife softly say, "OK, I'll read for
the part.  Terry, don't you DARE tell Larry about this."

I nervously checked out the other girls and began to relax a bit.
There were some real lookers in the batch so I knew Glenda would
never really be picked.

Alan buzzed me on the headset; "you ready to roll up there?"

I did a quick sound check, "everything's fine and recording."

The first girl up ran through the lines perfectly and looked like a
dream.  I had already glanced over the crop and she was my #1
choice.  Alan obviously liked her too.

The next three were nightmares!  One had a voice that could peel
paint, one couldn't walk and chew gum at the same time, and one
couldn't even be heard.  Both Terry and my wife did the lines
beautifully so, before I knew what had happened, Alan had made his
three selections.  To her surprise, my wife was in the group.

Alan thanked the rest of the group for coming by.  He walked the
three women over to the set and introduced them to Don, the actor
who would be in the scene with them.  He was traditional Hollywood
-- tall & handsome.  Even my wife took a second glance at him.  Alan
had the catering outfit serve snacks and some wine as ran through
the routine, "the action is very simple...the two of you have had a
wonderful date, you like each other very much, you're sharing a
drink on the sofa, you make out for while, and then you make love.
Remember, when you're making a movie, you follow the script.  When
the director says 'cut' the scene is over right then!"

When noticed that all three were hesitant, he reminded them,
"Remember, it's only ACTING and it's only a JOB.  The thousand bucks
is very real and it's ready now."  That did the trick!  They all
three had another glass of wine and reported to makeup and wardrobe.

Now I would find out just exactly what my wife would really do.  I
wasn't certain I wanted to know.

I gave a low whistle when they came back.  My wife was wearing a
beautiful little black dress that made her look fantastic.  Her
friend Terry was all in white.  The third woman had selected a
skin-tight flame-red number.  Alan looked them all over and smiled.
He had made good choices and now it was up to the screen test.

The lady in red was first up.  My wife and Terry had tossed a coin
for the second spot.  Terry won so my wife would be last.

Red and Don went through their lines perfectly and soon Don was
nuzzling her neck as she lay back on the sofa.  He gently stroked
her cheek and slowly ran his hand down to her tits.  That's when the
comedy of errors began.  Her skin-tight dress was more like body
armor.  Try as he could, Don couldn't cop a feel or run his hand up
her dress.  They managed to complete the script, but everyone was
dying laughing -- not the effect you want in a seduction scene.

Terry was next and she suddenly realized that she had a very real
chance at the $10,000.  All she had to do was outperform my shy
wife.  That, she knew shouldn't be a problem.

Glenda's mouth dropped open as she watched her friend turn into a
REAL seductress. Even before Terry and Don got to the couch, she was
all over him.  She pushed him back on the couch, pulled off his
shirt, and began a slow dance above him.  I zoomed in as she slowly
raised her skirt higher and higher.  This was GREAT!  She finally
pulled it off over her head and stood there facing Don wearing
nothing but a sheer white bra and panty set.  She lay down on top of
Don and started a furious makeout session.  Terry must have jammed
her tongue down his throat and Don responded in kind.  She made no
move to stop him as he unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor.
She even raised up slightly so that he could get to her nipples.  

One camera was catching the overall scene, another was a medium
shot, and the third was clearly focused on her tits as Don's fingers
expertly tweaked Terry's nipples to raging points.  She broke away
slightly and then lowered herself until her nipples were buried in
Don's chest as they started another tonsil-swapping session.  Don's
hands slid smoothly down her back and under the elastic of her
little panties.  Terry slipped her hand down and we heard Don's
zipper being pulled down.  This time, he was moaning in pleasure as
she worked her hand up and down.  We couldn't see a damned thing,
but we all knew she was jacking him off as he played with her ass.

I panned the remote camera around until I could see Alan.  He was
intently watching the action, but he kept checking his watch.  Now
THAT is being a professional!  I kept scanning until I located my
wife.  I expected to see her hiding her head or turning her back.
Instead, she was staring tight-lipped with fire in her eyes.  My
sweet little Glenda was pissed at her friend!  Could it be that the
thought of ten grand for a part in a movie was turning her head?
Now, I was beginning to get worried!  What was going through my
wife's head?

My head was spinning as I tried to turn my attention back to the job
at hand.  

Don had been busy while I was watching the others.  He had worked
Terry's panties down until he was able to slide his finger into the
crack of her ass and started rubbing up and down.  He had to be just
millimeters away from her pussy slit when Alan suddenly yelled,
"CUT!"

Terry laughed and slowly stood up, her panties still down to her
knees.  She turned to face Alan as she pushed the wispy material on
down to her ankles and stepped out of them.  Don was still lying
back on the sofa.  Terry had left him with the boner of the century.
His cock was waving in the air and his balls were practically
begging for release.  Terry looked over her shoulder, wiggled her
ass at him and said, "maybe next time sugar!"

She scooped up her clothes, tossed them to the wardrobe mistress,
and strolled past Alan and the rest of the crew.  She was still
totally nude and made certain everybody got a great look at her
body.  When she got next to Glenda, I could hear her whisper, "TOP
THAT, Miss Goody-Goody!"

Don wandered off to get calmed down and the crew rushed in to reset
the scene.  Alan picked up the bullhorn, "OK everybody, that was
very hot, but we've got one more to shoot.  Everybody take 5 and be
ready to roll again!"

Alan buzzed me on the intercom and told me to send the tape feed
back down to the floor monitor.  I watched the same images on my
monitor and learned, to my great surprise, that Terry and Don and
managed to hit the dialogue right on the nose.  The video was clear
and HOT!  There was no need to Glenda to even give it a run.  Terry
had the part locked up!

I was all set to kill the monitors when I heard my wife's voice,
"OK, let's do this before I chicken out again!"  

My hands got sweaty and my mouth was dry -- my normally shy wife was
going to give it a try!  Terry must have really pissed her off.  Two
glasses of wine may have influenced her too.  I started to go down
to the set when Alan called me on the intercom again, "mark those
first tapes and put in fresh ones for this next screen test."

I was torn, but something made me drop back into the chair and get
the equipment ready to go.  I guess one part of me wanted to see
what my wife would do.

I was relieved when Don came back on the set and wasn't sporting
that boner.  Either he had jerked off during the break or Terry had
finished the job.  I breathed a sign of relief and hit the switches.

Alan said the magic words, "Roll Tape!...ACTION!" and we were under
way again.

Don and Glenda came into the scene hugging and laughing and sat down
on the couch.  When my wife leaned forward to pour the wine, Don ran
his hand gently up and down her back.  This scene was going to be
yawn city!  

I looked over and saw Terry watching.  She had slipped on a very
short dressing gown but you could see right through it.  She was
still naked underneath it.  She was smirking as she watched my
wife's tepid session.  Glenda happened to glance her way and Terry
twirled around and mooned her.

My wife was a little tipsy, but her eyes flashed!  Warning bells
sounded in my brain, but all I could do now was watch.

Glenda snuggled up to Don and started a deep kiss as she slowly
rubbed her body against his.  Don responded by pulling her tightly
against his chest.  He slipped his hands down to my wife's legs and
started lightly running his hands up and down her bare legs.  Each
stoke pushed her dress a little higher until her panties came into
view.

Terry's scene had been frantic; Glenda's was slow torture.  My wife
straddled Don's hips and began slowly thrusting back and forth.  She
was rubbing her panty-covered pussy against his growing bulge.  She
bent forward so Don could pull her dress over her head and drop it
on the floor.  

Now we could all see my wife's tits through her sheer bra as she
slowly unbuttoned Don's shirt and pulled it open.  Right on cue, she
leaned forward to kiss him as he unhooked her bra.  Now it MY wife's
nipples pushing into his chest.  I could hear her moan slightly as
he ran his hands down to her panties and started pushing them lower
and lower.

Glenda slowly stood up facing Don and allowed him to finish taking
her panties off.  She had been stroking his hair and then slowly
pulled him closer and closer until his face was buried in her pussy!
The other cameras could only see a hint of the action, but my remote
had a clear view.  This was NOT simulated -- he was eating my wife's
cunt and she was moaning in pleasure.  She pushed Don back down on
the couch and reached for his zipper.  This time, his rigid cock
popped out into full view as she pulled his jeans on off and dropped
them on her dress and panties.

I couldn't believe my eyes as my wife dropped to her knees and began
kissing his chest and then went lower and lower.  One of her hands
gently cupped his balls as she slowly stroked his hardon.  Now it
was Don's turn to moan as my wife began to run her tongue up and
down his cock.  After a few moments of this torture, she wet her
lips and slipped the tip of his dick into her mouth!  Inch by inch,
she swallowed more and more until her nose was buried in his pubic
hair.  My wife had taken his whole 9 inches into her throat.  

She held him that for a few seconds and then began a gentle bobbing
action.  Don was going out of his mind with lust and I was just
going out of my mind!  

I waited, no, I prayed for Alan to yell, "CUT", but no one on the
set moved a muscle.  

Glenda's head was moving faster now as she plunged up and down on
Don's cock.  To my surprise, my own dick was staining against my
jeans and I could have sworn a couple of the stagehands were jerking
off.

Just when I thought none of us could stand it one more second, my
wife popped Don's slippery dick out of her mouth.  She slowly got
back on the sofa and once again straddled Don's hips.  This time, as
she lowered her body, she started rubbing his did up and down her
pussy slit.  I zoomed my camera in to a tight shot and watched her
twat slowly open.

We could see drops of pre-cum oozing from Don's prick as my wife
pressed it against her gaping pussy.  Don was writhing with pleasure
as my wife slowly lowered her body to engulf his cock.  He was balls
deep inside her as she squeezed his dick with her cunt.  Now, she
just as slowly began to raise up, showing us more and more of his
rigid cock dripping with my wife's juices.  Just before the head
slipped out, she slammed her body back down and began a furious
fucking motion.  Don grabbed her ass and moved with my wife fucking
her back just as hard.

Seconds later, Don rammed his cock as deep as it would go into my
wife's cunt and exploded in her womb.  His balls pumped load after
load into her waiting pussy.  I thought it would never end as she
screamed in pleasure with her own orgasm after orgasm.

When the world stopped spinning, I watched as his spent cock slipped
from my wife's well-fucked pussy.  Hot cum flowed from her twat as
she finally lay back gasping for air.

Now Alan, the bastard, finally remembered to yell, "CUT!"

The intercom rang, "I hope the hell you got all of that on tape!
We've just signed our newest star!  Fuck that ten grand role --
Terry can have that part -- this one's going for the lead!"

By now, everyone had calmed down a bit and started striking the set.
Terry and Glenda were talking to each other again and I panned the
camera and mike over to them.  Glenda was softly crying, "I can't
believe I did that!  What am I going to tell Larry?"  

Terry patted her, "I know, I lost it too.  How can I face Howard?"

Alan walked over, "Easy ladies, you just tell them you've landed
your first starring roles and drop this on them."  He brought them
each a contract and a stack of money.  "You don't need to tell them
anything else right now."

He continued, "We're having a little wrap party in my room next, how
about staying around and meeting the real money men.  They'll want
to see the tapes and I'll bet they would really love to meet both of
you."

Alan came up to the booth and collected the tapes.  "Want to come to
the party?  If you think that was hot, wait until the money guys get
their hands on those two.  They'll be lucky if they can walk
straight tomorrow.  I'm going to nail our little star first -- I may
even get her before we leave here."

I resisted the temptation to bust his ass, "No, I've got to get on
home.  My wife might be home sometime tonight."  Alan didn't catch
the sarcasm in my voice.  

I decided to stick around in the booth until everyone had left so I
could sneak out the extra copies of the tapes I had made during the
"cool down" period.  I was about to take out the remote camera tape
when I heard my wife's voice over the air, "Alan, I don't know what
came over me out there.  I don't think I can ever do that again.  I
was about to die!"  I hit the record button again.

Alan gently stoked her cheek, "That was the hottest action I've ever
seen.  You are an absolute natural for the camera.  Did you know
that you never missed a cue even while you were fucking Don's brains
out?  Now THAT was a seduction!"

Glenda blushed slightly and lowered her head; "It was kinda fun."

Now Alan was rubbing her arms as my wife leaned back against the
wall.  He gently ran his hands over her breasts, "You could use a
little coaching though."   He hands slid down to cup her ass; "Your
response needs to be a little more in control."

Glenda was beginning to move against him now.

"See how it feels as I run my hands over your ass and around to your
pussy.  That's it, slowly push against me.  Let me run my fingers
through your pussy hair a bit before you start humping my hand."

He stepped away from her slightly and lowered her dress to the floor
once more, "let's get this off and we'll run through the rest of
it."

Like I said, my wife is no rocket scientist, so his coaching
techniques seemed perfectly logical to her.  Soon, my wife was
totally naked again as Alan ran his hands all over her body to show
her how to respond.  I zoomed the camera in to a very tight shot as
he demonstrated how she should let the man rub his rigid cock over
her pussy before putting it in all the way.  It was almost comical
as he pumped her twat and discussed her reactions.

Alan was the ultimate professional right up until he rammed his cock
home for the cum shot.  The sticky white stuff gushed from my wife's
pussy as he explained how the camera would move away for American
audiences but stay all the way for European crowds.

She was still nodding as he handed her the little black dress.  "Now
that you understand the techniques a little better, we can go meet
the investors."

Glenda was looking around for her panties when Alan stopped her,
"Don't bother with those.  The investors might need a demonstration
so they can understand why they have to pay so much money.  You
don't mind do you?"

My wife shrugged, "I guess not if you think it's really necessary."

I sat numbly as they left.  My wife had just fucked and sucked two
guys and was on her way for even more.  I didn't know what else to
do so I just took the tapes and went home.

I pretended to be asleep when I finally heard the door open about
3am.  My wife checked on me and went into the bathroom.  I rolled
over and watched as she got undressed for her shower.  She was
covered with cum and her tits were red with hickeys.  They must have
fucked her bow-legged at the party.

When she got out of the shower, I made a big deal out of slowly
waking up as she tried to slip into bed.  "How did it go honey?"

My wife sat up; "I got the part!  In fact, I got the lead in a new
movie!  Look at this -- she picked up a shopping bag and dumped
money all over the bed.  I got a thousand bucks at the audition and
each investor gave me a thousand in advance."

Her eyes were still wide and I could see her nipples staining
against her nightgown.  I reached out and stroked one, "looks like
my little girl is excited."

My wife pushed me back down on the bed as she slipped off the gown.
She freed my cock and started stroking it.   Finally, she sat over
me and let me ram it home, "Honey, you don't know the half of it!"
 




