Chapter 13: Pornstar

MEL

I came home from our Girls’ Coffee morning and my husband was just finishing our family finances. Since he didn’t mention our need for an austerity program, I figured things were okay financially, at least for another two weeks.

I put off talking to him about my decision to do some porn videos by fixing lunch for everyone. Our ravenous six- and eight-year-olds made mincemeat of lunch in about sixty seconds and then wanted ‘more, more, more’. I couldn’t recall the child rearing books that I’d read ever mentioning voracious appetites.

As I got them another round of sandwiches, I focused on the ‘more, more, more’ comment from the two of them. I’d gotten that way about sex. I had become truly insatiable, although I did have it under control - almost. It was just that I desired sex all the time. Due to social decorum and wanting to keep my real estate job, I curtailed those feelings during the day and when the children were around.

Dave had been the primary beneficiary of my sex drive. I was peaking and bringing him along with me. Further, I’d fallen in with some other men and women that were similarly inclined. Basically, we’d formed a Sex Club. Besides Dave, I had four other men that wanted to fuck me and that I wanted to fuck. We all made sure that happened, usually at least one night a week that I looked forward to on all the other days.

I’d also made sure more recently that Dave was happy with Cindy, our eighteen-year-old live-in sex toy. She called herself that, but she was also in love with Dave and me. For that matter, we loved her, too. She also had nymphomaniac tendencies. She was also our young, teenage ‘wife’.

That made me wonder what doing some porn videos might be like. I’d get to fuck even more men, this time on a video recording that would end up being edited into an erotic and smutty movie and put online to sell or raise subscriptions to lewd websites. I actually smiled because I liked that thought. Also, at heart, I was an exhibitionist. The thought of guys jerking off as they watched me get fucked had appeal.

Dave ate with us and probably caught my faraway look. He was smiling at me when we finished and I regained some awareness that I’d gotten lost for a few seconds in my daydream meanderings.

Our two kids wanted to play around the pool, so off they went. We had ‘waterproofed’ them at a very young age. Scott could barely walk when he’d learned to swim. Dave opened the door to patio so we could hear them.

Dave sat and looked at me. My time of reckoning was at hand. He made a ‘gimme’ gesture with one hand. He wanted me to speak.

I said, “I’ve decided to do it.” I wasn’t any more specific than that.

He just nodded and that lecherous grin of his returned. Not only had I turned myself into a nymphomaniac that needed constant sex, I’d also corrupted my husband and turned him into an insatiable satyr that had similar needs.

“Will you give me permission?” I asked.

Dave reacted, “Oh, no you don’t. You can’t push this decision off on me. This is YOUR decision to make, not mine. I will support you either way. Were I to tell you ‘No’ and you felt like you wanted to do an adult video but I’d prevented it, you’d hate me the rest of our life together. If I told you to do it, and it turned out badly or ruined your reputation, resulting in other bad things happening, you’d blame me the rest of our lives.

“Nope, I’m not making the decision for you. You have all the data, and you know all the implications and possible reactions that might take place. You are an independent, strong-willed, adult woman, more than capable of deciding what YOU want to do and what conditions, if any, you want to put on it.

“If you care to, you can tell me what role you want me to play as you go forward. I will support you, help you, be by your side, but you make the decision.”

I said, “I want you to be there, and maybe even participate. Bridget thinks that some of the men our group might be part of some of the films. More importantly, I would like some reassurance that if and when I do this, I won’t be damaging our relationship or our marriage.”

Dave grinned, “I give you that assurance. My curiosity about what will happen is running high, however. Either way, I will love you forever.”

I suddenly worried, “Do you think this will turn out badly? You just hinted at that.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” he said. “I just want you to make the choice of doing this or not. You have more data on the pros, cons, pluses, and minuses than I do. Bridget and Evan have only had fun and rewarding experiences doing porn videos. You probably will, too. I heard her tell Cindy that the director and crew were very nice and supportive of the people doing the vids.” He shrugged, and I felt better. He was trying to be neutral, but I think he wanted me to do this.

Dave asked, “When?”

I responded, “I don’t know, but I’m anxious to do this. Bridget gave me Ron’s phone number so we could talk about schedule and so on. I was going to call this afternoon. I have some ideas that I want to share with him. If they pan out, I’ll tell you and everyone later.”

I moved and sat in my husband’s lap and kissed him. “There’s something I’ve been feeling that I want you to know and comment on. My sex drive has gone through the roof. I am close to insatiable and needing sex around the clock. In one of my daytime fantasies, I lie on my back all day and men come and continuously fuck me through orgasm after orgasm. My desire to do the porn is only part of this. You’ve seen this in play.”

Dave smiled and kissed my nose. “I love it. Don’t cut back or stop on my account.” He paused and added, “We were in the ‘blahs’ leading up to six months ago when we and our friends opened our relationships. I prefer not to go back there. The pendulum has swung completely in the other direction, and I like that.

“We took another road at that junction. One was straight and predictable, but a ‘blah’ continuation. The one we picked is unpredictable, even around the next turn, and the twists and dips, while sometimes fearful, are also exciting and arousing. I like that. I love you and I’m so glad we’re on this journey – this adventure – together. I think our friends all feel the same way.”

We kissed and then realized that Beth and Scott were standing in the doorway watching us make out with neutral expressions on their little faces. Beth said, “There are no towels outside.” I wondered what they thought about mommy and daddy making out a little in the kitchen.

DAVE

I saw Mel make some calls on her cellphone but didn’t try to listen. I learned later that she talked to Ron, the director and producer of hot steamy porn, and then some of her cohorts in our group. I got the drift of what those conversations had been that evening when we all got together.

Just after dinner had started, Sarah got everyone’s attention. “Our challenge for the coming weeks will be postponed in favor of some other activities. Some of us found out this afternoon that Mel is going to be making an adult film next Saturday, and maybe into Sunday depending on how it goes and how much gets done in her film.

“She has gotten permission from the director for all of us to go and watch, and even play around off-camera if we get inspired. So, hold next Saturday afternoon and early evening for this august event. The ladies will also skip their morning coffee that day. Mel has to go in for make-up and to talk about the storyline for the video she’ll be doing. Questions for Mel or me?”

Jim asked Mel, “What are you doing – specifically?”

Mel shrugged, “Getting fucked by two men, and there might be another woman, so it looks like we’re swapping partners or husbands. I’m not sure what the set will look like, but probably a bedroom or living room of some kind that Ron, the director, has set up in the warehouse that is his huge studio. There are some other sets there, too. You’ll be able to wander around inside the place and see his set up. It’s not much from the outside, but it’s quite elaborate inside.”

Ken asked, “Is Evan one of the men?”

Evan quickly said, “If I am, I don’t know about it yet. I have no messages ... so...?”

Ken continued, “Do you just fuck new guys that you don’t know?”

My wife grinned, “And won’t it be great.” That made everyone laugh, even me. I guessed that would be exactly what would happen. At least I’d be there to watch. This would be interesting and part of our adventure.

The next Saturday, we pooled the kids at Ken and Ashley’s home with Willow and Tracy babysitting all of them. We told them we were going to a ‘game’ together and then dine out, and that passed muster. We drove to the location for the videoing in two cars. Mel had driven over about two hours earlier for make-up, hair, and to go over the filming plan.

We entered the large building from the parking area, and were greeted by a suspicious member of the crew until we explained who we were and that Ron had okayed our presence. He brought us to a long open hallway that had various filming sets off of it, such as a living room, bedroom, kitchen, night club, and gym. Videoing equipment could easily be moved from one set to another, such as lights or sound.

The others hung around in the hallway and I went to find Mel. She was in a chair with two women attending to her make-up and hair. She had a big sheet over her from the neck down and the three women were chatting.

“Hi, Mel,” I said walking in.

“Dave! This is Shelly and Darlene – hair and make-up artists, and my co-star.”

I did the ‘nice-to-meet-you’ routine and asked what the plan was for the afternoon. I also told Mel that I’d brought her a sandwich and diet coke.

“We’re going to be filming in the living room set. The plot is kind of what I told you a few days ago, that I got from Ron. Two couples. We come back from a date, and the action starts. Lots of swapping back and forth.”

I asked, “Where are the others?”

“The others have already been here for make-up while Shelly did my hair. There’s a break room at the end of the hallway. Coffee is in there. Bathrooms are across the hall, if any of the group need them. By the way, just so you know, these nice ladies also do our complete bodies.”

Shelly caught my attention and lifted up the sheet that had been surrounding Mel. She was in the chair naked and sitting on a towel. I could see that some of her beauty marks had been covered up with something, and her areolas had been enlarged and darkened. Mel’s triangle of pubic hair had been trimmed, leaving only a landing strip.

I nodded, “Nice.”

Ron appeared and recognized me. “Dave. Glad you could make it. I saw the rest of your gang and showed them where the coffee was. We’ll start filming in about ten minutes or so.” He turned to Mel, “You ready. You’re brave to do this, and I’m glad all of your friends are here to support you. We’ll be gentle and kind, just so you know. No rough stuff. I don’t do films like that anyway. You okay?”

The sheet got completely taken away and we watched as Mel dressed in some casual clothes that included some CFM heels that I recognized. She’d brought her own outfits for this. We walked down the hall to the living room set. The others were there, and they’d found chairs so they could sit and look into the set and not upset any of the crew.

Cindy came and kissed me and presented me with a cup of hot coffee. She looked at me to see if I had any strange emotions, but I said, “I’m fine, really. This’ll be fun, especially for Mel.”

As we looked into the set, I realized that Darlene was going to be one of the actresses in the pornographic skit. Also milling around were two guys that could probably pick me up with one hand they were so muscular. Both men’s biceps were as muscular as one of my thighs. I sensed gym rats.

Ron called the actors and crew together and they spoke briefly. Mel, Darlene, and the two men left the set through the one door that showed at the back of the three-sided living room. The three cameras got in position and the sound boom was swung over the set.

Ron yelled, “START CAMERAS ... AND ... ACTION.”

About ten seconds later, the door opened and the four actors came through the door, being chatty and laughing. Mel spoke as she looked around, “Oh, you guys have a nice apartment. Are you always this neat?”

The men laughed, “No, we cleaned up hoping you two would come back here with us after dinner.”

Darlene picked up the conversation. I learned the two guy’s stage names were Deke and Jake. The two couples stood and made out for a few moments until they got a nod from Ron, and then they moved to the long sofa, each couple taking an end. The cameramen moved back and forth filming everything the actors did – that my wife and her co-stars did.

Shelly came and stood with me – very close to me. She gave me a flirty smile every minute or less. She obviously wanted my attention, but I was focused on my wife heading for what might become the fucking of her life.

Ron occasionally yelled out some direction to the four, for instance, “Deke repeat that last two minutes only have the two of you face the camera. Remember you’re performing.”

I asked Shelly in a whisper, “Won’t his voice show up on the sound track?”

She shook her head and whispered back, “They’ll just edit the sound out, maybe substitute some moans from Darlene or Mel to cover the gap.” She took my hand and held it, bringing it up and rubbing her breast with it through her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and that caused me to study the pretty blonde more closely. She was a hot little number.