Author’s note: Pure fiction and a bit unrealistic.
“Do you know who Maitland Ward is?”
I acknowledged I’d seen the internet articles and knew her story. I did not confess I watched her clips regularly on Pornhub. I played along, figuring Amy had found a yahoo article and was just reading the comments.
“Do you think she looks like me? A little?”
“Let me see.” I didn’t need to but played along anyway. “Yeah, I guess she does. Same hair, same blue eyes, you have the same body.” I found a still of her with a great big dick in her mouth. “Oooh, look at this one; looks EXACTLY like you,” and handed her my phone.
She scoffed a laugh but looked intently. “Where’d you find that?”
I gave her a ‘duh’ look and told her to hit the images button and remove the family safe filter. “Better yet, hit the video button; I’m sure there are video clips out there somewhere.”
Amy searched her own phone. I could hear the audio on a low setting and dropped the act. “Why are you so interested? I don’t even think we ever watched that old show; what’s got so interested?”
“I don’t know; it just fascinates me. You know, how she could go from a sitcom to all out porn like that. Wow, she’s just a couple of years younger than me. I love her figure. I guess it’s pretty easy for her to do whatever she wants now.”
That conversation finally faded and Amy was back to looking at attractions in Vegas, where we were to take our first vacation together in years. It was still a few months away we needed to get busy finding things to do, buy tickets and work up the energy and anticipation. She did all the work, throwing out ideas and casual observations on shows, concerts, comedy clubs etc. She got a playful, sing-songy tone in her voice, “oh here’s an idea; a studio where you can shoot your own porno.”
“You should totally do it. Unfortunately, I’d break the camera. Wonder if they can Photoshop my face on someone else’s body.”
She read slowly, talking as she scanned the website. “It sayyyys…they rent by the day or they have a two-week fantasy camp ‘experience.’ They say it’s good for professional auditions, or private sessions for couples where you can take your DVD home with you. They can supply the ‘talent’ or come as you are.”
“Wow, seriously?” I was honestly surprised I’d never heard anything like that.
“Yeah, looks like there are a few studios like that.”
“No seriously, you should do it. I can only be on camera if they charge by the minute but you should totally do it. I mean, how long has it been since you had sex with someone other than me? Don’t answer that,” I said, teasing her.
“Ha ha… I don’t think so. I’m not sure I’d want to see myself on video either.”
“I do! You said yourself you look like Maitland Ward… She’s only a couple of years younger than you and you do look great. If you have any remote interest whatsoever this is your chance.”
It was all in good fun of course, there’s no way she’d follow through on that. Amy’s interest waned and she moved on. Hopefully my encouraging words gave her a smile and made her feel good about herself.
We were now a month away from our trip and it was time to get serious about plans and make some reservations. I remembered her comment about the video studio but I didn’t want to be crass and bring it up again. Then she dropped the bombshell.
“How serious were you about me doing that video thing?”
I sat forward and wanted to respond sincerely without sounding too eager. “I’m serious I guess. I mean, I’ll admit it might be more my fantasy than yours, I think.”
“I just don’t get that. Seriously? You’d want me to do a porno? I don’t get that. That’s so weird.”
“It’s every guy’s fantasy to see their wife in a porno; whether they admit it or not. When you’re young, you fantasize about wanting to be with the girls but when you’re married, you fantasize that’s your wife on there. I like the image of you being sexual. What made you think about it again?”
“I don’t know. It sounds intriguing; and I’m kind of obsessed with Maitland Ward now. She’d such an inspiration, starting up at our age with these young guys. It feels empowering.”
“Wow really? Have you been following her articles? She still in the news?”
Amy made an embarrassed face. “I’ve been watching her videos.”
I stayed sincere, “okay; sounds to me like maybe it’s your fantasy after all. What’s your level of interest?”
Amy shrugged, “I don’t know. Talk is cheap but…”
“What are your reservations? What would hold you back?” I was intrigued.
“Well, the obvious. I mean, it’s not something you can undo; letting people I don’t know, defile my body. What if they’re gross? What if I regret it? What if YOU regret it? Don’t you have any doubts? You can’t be 100% Üsküdar Escort on board.”
I heard her out and responded as sincerely as I could. “I don’t think it’s something I’d regret. I wouldn’t want you to do it just for me though. Let’s be real for a minute. As much as I’ve traveled since we’ve been married and with your girl’s trips, you must have fooled around a little; DON’T answer that. I’m not looking for a confession. I’m looking away so I don’t read your face. That didn’t hurt us. I wouldn’t want you to NOT do something now just because you might regret it some time in the future. I think the worst thing that could happen is for you to get older and wish you’d done it. Not to sound rude or anything but your window is closing soon on this. I’m sorry; I’m just being honest.”
I was at work the next day when I got Amy’s simple text — I’m going to do it. I’m all in.
The details were carefully laid out. She picked the studio and picked out the talent from photo line-ups and video clips of the guys in action. She splurged for the full experience: wardrobe, hair she opted just for the robe and crotchless pantyhose. We sat on the couch in front of the camera with the director narrating a quick interview before we started.
DIRECTOR: So we have Ginger. Not her real name; (we gave a nervous chuckle) along with her husband. She’s on board for the full experience. We have two actors she’ll be working with. What brings you here today?
GINGER: Well, I saw the advertisements and it intrigued me. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it and just wanted to do something different; something I hadn’t done before.
DIRECTOR: You’re on board too? You didn’t want to participate?
ME: Nah; we’ve been married 20 years and like I told her; I think it’s every guy’s fantasy to see his wife on screen. She wanted to do it and I support her.
DIRECTOR: Could this be an audition for a second career for you?
GINGER: (laughs) I don’t think so. I think I’ll be fine once I get this out of my system.
DIRECTOR: Don’t close any doors. The male talent are waiting in the green room. They think you’re hot! I think you’re beautiful and if you perform well, you’ll have a great future in this business. I KNOW I could put you to work. MILF porn is really hot right now. If nothing else, start a channel on Pornhub and we can collaborate. You’ll have a thousand views in the first 2 hours.
GINGER: (nods her head and makes a pensive face) We’ll see (followed by another fake laugh).
I didn’t expect that answer. Maybe she was just humoring them; surely she wasn’t considering that.
DIRECTOR: So what do you want to do today? What are we into? We’ve already talked about this but let’s say so for the camera.
GINGER: I want it all! I was just going to do one guy but I figure if I’m going to do this at all, why not two guys? I like oral, giving and receiving. I just want the full experience.
DIRECTOR: Two guys is a big step. You ready for DP? Have you ever done that before; a gangbang?
GINGER: Not really, but I’m ready for it.
DIRECTOR: ‘Not really’? So kind of but not really?
GINGER: No, not really; not like that.
DIRECTOR: You make a face when I said ‘gangbang.’ You sure you’re up for this?
GINGER: I don’t know; it just sounds so vulgar. I don’t really want to think about it that way.
DIRECTOR: That’s kind of what it is though; fucking two guys. You’re getting gangbanged today. You sure you’re up for it? I need to hear you say it.
GINGER: I’m up for it. I want to get gangbanged (rolling her eyes)
They both laughed and ‘Ginger’ looked relieved at the admission.
DIRECTOR: Okay, that’s my girl! Did you prepare for it like we talked about?
GINGER: Yep; all ready.
With that, we finished up the interview and I gave her a peck on the cheek, barely touching so I wouldn’t smudge her makeup. The side camera kept rolling in a sort of ‘behind the scenes’ style. I backed away and stood by the director as the two guys entered the shot, shaking my hand on the way in. ‘Ginger’ didn’t want really want to act at all; just document the event, including side shots, talking to the camera etc.
The director carefully orchestrated the event with Amy’s approval. The plan was for both guys to come in to start; then she wanted to get on with one guy who would essentially make love to her, soft, sensual, and romantic in a girl’s fantasy. When he was done, the second would come in and fuck her more directly, more one-way like what you’d see in an average Pornhub clip. When they were done, the first guy would return and she’d take them both on in a grand finale.
The director gave orders to ready the set and the crew took their places. ACTION!
Ginger moved to the Escort Üsküdar bed and the guys approached. It definitely helped having professional performers. They knew what to do and how to start the scene. They each kissed her and she turned her head and kissed them back. One of them helped her out of her robe, leaving her standing naked in her hose. She looked nervous and tentative. The guys ran their hands across her body, complimenting her looks and her body, telling her how beautiful she is. Guy
faded away and guy
got started.
Scene 1 went exactly as Amy envisioned; lots of sensual kissing and making out. She lie flat on her stomach as guy
massaged her from head to toe with thin oil that made her skin lightly glisten and her hose shimmer. His hands explored her body; he gently rolled her onto her back and he did the same to her front. Her sensuality rose and she ran her hands on his body, and guided his hands across hers. She was ready to get going. They kissed and pressed their bodies against one another as he gained a full, impressive erection. One of her requirements was that the guys were large, hard and long-lasting. So far so good. She looked natural as I watched on the monitor; we were getting our money’s worth.
The scene progressed with sensual sex; she went down on him, he went down on her. He worshipped her breasts, her ass, her face, her everything. It was incredibly intimate; he wasn’t ‘fucking’ her at all as much as they were making love to each other. It looked very intimate and very romantic. Nothing was rushed. After making love side by side and straight missionary, they rolled over and she rode him on top to a mutual finish. I watched on the monitors as they climaxed. One camera was up close on her face, one on me watching the monitors and another close up between her legs as he pulled his rod slowly out of her, leaving a thick trail of DNA in her gaping entrance.
CUT!
The main cameras stopped rolling but the documentary camera kept going. Amy sighed in relief as guy
lifted her to a sitting position, kissed her and lovingly told her how great she was. Amy kissed him again and returned the compliment. A production assistant handed him a towel he used to gently clean her up, kissed her again joking he couldn’t stop kissing her and reluctantly went to the green room. The director gave the assistants ten minutes to freshen Amy’s makeup and prepare for the second scene. Amy asked for a cigarette and power smoked it down as quickly as she could. I asked if she was okay and she just nodded and whispered ‘it was great.’ I made sure she wanted to continue and she readily affirmed she did. The crew hastily worked to get out of the way and Amy took one last deep puff and looked for someone to hand it to.
The director stopped her; “wait, wait. No, that’s good. Give her a fresh one; this is good. Ginger, keep smoking it as long as the scene lets you. Set it in an ashtray when it gets too busy. Hey! Someone get her an ashtray!” The director positioned her up against the headboard, back in her robe but open all the way down to her waist barely covering her nipples. Her hair and makeup were refreshed and she looked fabulous. I swear she looked better than 90% of the porn stars anywhere at any age. She looked even better in HD on the monitors.
“Okay, you ready? ACTION!”
Amy took a long tug from her newly lit cigarette and turned toward Guy
as he entered the scene. She just looked up at him with an unintentional resting-bitch face and let the residual smoke escape her dark red lips. The director whispered ‘excellent, excellent.’ He turned to me and affirmed what I’d been seeing. “Your wife is a natural. She’s fantastic!”
I understood now why they caked on the makeup for this scene and darkened her lips. There wasn’t the kissing there was in the first scene. Guy
just stood next to her and put his hand directly on her exposed breast and leaned forward. Amy cupped his balls with her free hand and played with him. She pulled him toward her by his soft chub and took him into her mouth. She held it steady with two fingers extended holding the cigarette. The camera captured everything in HD close-up: the lip print on the butt, the dark brown filter and her ring, diamond shimmering in the light. That was the first time I noticed it, adding a sinister slutty quality. Amy’s eyes alternated between closed and looking up at the guy as she bobbed back and forth, swirling her tongue around his tip occasionally pausing to draw from her cigarette and bathing his cock in the smoke. The director guided the cameras perfectly, whispering ‘niiiice; this is awesome.’ He turned to me and asked ‘are you sure she’s never done this before?’ I could only shrug and admire the scene, glued to the monitor.
The Üsküdar Escort Bayan guy was fully hard in no time and was bigger than the first, so big she couldn’t take him in her mouth anymore. He lifted her to her feet and let the robe fall to the floor, kissing and caressing her breasts as her hands rested behind his head and another continued stroking his cock. He sat her back down and smeared her nipples with pre-cum before trying again to push back into her mouth. Her jaw clicked as she opened as wide as she could. He pulled her head toward him and thrust hard. After a few thrusts, she made gagging sounds and backed away, turning toward us with a nervous chuckle “I can’t take it in anymore, he’s too big!” That was the first time she broke character and turned aside to the camera.
The guy returned a laugh and acquiesced, asking “you ready for me to fuck you now?” Amy nodded and he asked again, this time telling her to say it. Amy looked up with a deadpan-straight face. “I want you to fuck me now.” This was all improv; they hadn’t worked any dialogue into the scenes. The director just looked toward me and smiled.
Amy compliantly lie back with her knees bent over the side of the bed and the guy pulled her legs against his body, feet up on the sides of his face, taking her toes into his mouth as he massaged her clit and put the tip gently into her lips gliding up and down. He looked like he was prepping her for his size when he ran his hands down her legs to her hips and without warning suddenly and forcefully yanked her toward him until her ass slammed against his thighs. Amy let out a loud shriek. The guy started pumping hard making her breasts jiggle and her face had a look of horror as she balled up the sheets in her fists. The camera moved in close to his rod as he withdrew all the way out, his size leaving a gaping hole before he moved back in and continued stroking. Each time he withdrew the forced air created a vacuum in her that the microphones picked up, the sloshing, the air rattling out of her lips emphasized his size. He finally lifted her up and she turned around and got onto the bed on all fours, looking back waiting for him to continue; her facial expression looked as if she was begging him. He leaned forward high on her thighs and ate her from behind. One monitor showed his face deep between her cheeks as another focused tight on her face, eyes closed and mouth agape in ecstasy. The camera stayed on her ass as he ran his cock up and down her cheeks poking and prodding before lowering and entering her from behind. He rammed and rammed like a jackhammer and she loved it. A cameraman moved to the front to catch her face lurching toward the camera with each thrust. She didn’t even know it was there, alternating between smiles and grimaces. At one point he lifted her toward him with her legs clasped behind his back and carried her to the couch where he sat on the edge and let her grind herself into him. The cameras moved around to catch his hands under her ass lifting up and down as she rode him. Then he bumped her up into the air completely off him only to let her fall back down impaling herself onto his cock again, causing her to shriek in ecstasy and involuntarily laugh. He smiled back and bounced her again a few times. It seemed risky to me but she ‘stuck’ the landing every time, so to speak.
They continued shifting around as he pounded her hard no matter how their bodies were configured. If she wanted rough sex, she got it. I sat the whole time, watching my wife get violated by this gigantic dick. I knew they were done when she rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him. Amy didn’t fuck him as much as react as he fucked her with continued upward thrusts as she held onto the headboard for dear life. Amy finished as he worked up to a crescendo and he pulled her fully onto his body and held her down by her hips as he emptied himself deep into her womb.
Amy lie up against the pillows with her legs spread apart, her swollen pussy glistening in the hot lights. She flinched as the guy spread her lips apart with the camera in close. “Let me see it, push it out.” Amy bent her knees up, showing the nylon soles of her feet toward the camera, her swollen red clit protruded and the ooze escaped her lips. “Come on, push it out for me,” he coaxed again. Amy flexed again as a rush of milky goo bubbled out as air escaped from within.
CUT!
Amy collapsed back with her knees in the air, far less modesty than the first scene. “FUCK!” she exclaimed; “you were so deep I thought it was going to shoot out of my mouth!” The actor broke character and kissed her, genuinely telling her how great she was, smiling and gently brushing her hair back; nothing like the monster who’d just defiled her.
The production assistants scurried around at the director’s commands, cleaning her up and reapplying her makeup and fixing her hair. One of them helped her with the ooze; again, all modesty gone. I asked again if she was okay, telling her how intense it was. She was still panting, sweat pouring down her body.