Chapter 22: Foreign Flicks?

DAVE

The Saturday Party and Cookout was at Jim and Sarah’s. The ‘Kid House’ was at Mel’s and my home with Willow and Tracy sitting for the six monsters. Again, I set up the tents in our family room. The kids loved what had come to be called ‘tent nights’. I’d also bought two new Disney videos – one real old, and one brand new.

Based on what Mel told me about the discussion at the coffee klatch, and my discussion with the other men, I carried the massage table over to the Dustins’ patio, and left it folded up. I commented to Jim that he should also be prepared to make the sex swing an active item later in the evening after the kids were gone.

Ed and Chelsea got warmly welcomed by everyone. As expected, the mode of dress could best be described as ‘skimpy’. I doubt there was a bra to be found, despite the fact that Mel, Chelsea, Ash, Trish, and Cindy were all in bikinis. They only wore the bottoms and a thin or gossamer shirt or crop on top. Mel had outfitted Chelsea in one of her crop tops while she wore another. Chelsea had bought a risqué bathing suit on Friday and only wore the lower part of it.

Bridget wore a kind of leg-less nearly transparent body stocking that had no back, and a deep plunging neckline that went to just above her cultured red pubic hair. Her long, tanned, bare legs looked fab with her red hair along with matching CFM heels. Sarah wore a long t-shirt that stopped just below her crotch. Upon request, she’d prove to anybody that the shirt was the only thing on her body other than her sexy heels. I made two requests of her to prove her mode of dress only seconds apart, which also earned me a kiss and sticky finger.

The guys were mostly in athletic shorts, t-shirts and thongs.

I set up the massage table with Ed’s help. I explained that this was to be his station as each of the women came to him for a ‘massage’. He looked worried until I explained what should happen on the table, and it wasn’t really a massage.

Jim set up the sex swings a few feet away, removing the children’s seats and replacing them with the harnesses that women could use to avail themselves of effortless sex. He fitted one to Chelsea. She blushed as he explained that she would be on this later as each of the men would try to give her an orgasm or two.

Dinner was great although a secondary thought to the main agenda item. Ken, Jim, and I had each bought another outdoor picnic table for our homes to accommodate our enlarging group. End-to-end at any on any of our patios we had a large family-style table that we could all eat at and not be separated from some of the others. Mel had seated the table making sure to break apart any obvious pairings, such as husbands and wives.

Chelsea was strategically placed between Ron and Evan. I was diagonally across the table from them between Bridget and Ashley. After some pleasantries, Bridget asked Ron about the plot of her next movie and whether she be paired with Evan.

The discussion was specific and obviously about making a good porn film. Chelsea’s head bobbed around from person-to-person taking in the discussion, and finding it, she admitted, highly arousing and stimulating because so much of it involved raw sex.

Ron asked Chelsea whether she’d consider making a video. He gave her looks and body high praise, and also explained about the insatiable desire of the public for new faces, tits, pussies, and asses. At first, she looked horrified, but then admitted that she liked the idea of making a film. Afterall, we had talked about it a few days earlier.

Chelsea explained that she and Ed were leaving the next day for Key West. I could see Ron get thoughtful. He finally popped up, “Could you stay over one day longer? We could shoot tomorrow, if you’re willing. Please, please, please.”

Chelsea held a finger up and got up. She went to Ed and the two had a rapid whispering conversation. Mel was right there and gave me a wink. She was hearing all of it.

Mel intervened at one point, and said that Ed and she could certainly stay over at our home another night without it being any problem.

Chelsea came back to her seat blushing. She smiled sheepishly at Ron and said, “I will do a video, I think. What would I do?”

Ron explained, “I have a studio about four miles from here. It has various sets in it. I’m thinking of casting you as the girlfriend of one man, whose best buddy comes over to watch the ‘big game’. Either the game is boring or you’re obviously horny, but the tenor of the evening shifts to you and giving you orgasms, and then lots of sex from the two men. There’d be switching back and forth, some DP, and spit roasting. Probably a lot of the latter. That’s selling well now.”

Chelsea perked up and asked in an amazed tone, “You’d sell copies ... of me?”

Ron nodded and said, “That’s what the business is all about, Sweetheart. Making movies of pretty and sexy girls being fucked and selling them, either as DVDs, downloadable videos on Internet sites, or just viewings on those sites. Overall, the estimate is that pornography is a $40-billion business segment worldwide. You haven’t asked, but I’ll pay you $2,000 and then forty-percent of any profits generated specifically by your video after production costs are deducted. If the video is popular, you could probably make over $10,000 or more in addition to your acting remuneration.”

Chelsea looked at me, “Mel did this?”

I nodded, “And Ashley, most recently. Ron is very generous. Other actresses rarely get a share of profits and certainly not that high a percentage, which is ashamed if their video goes viral or something good like that.”

Ron turned to Evan, “You up for a day’s work tomorrow – on a Sunday?”

Evan grinned and nodded. “If it’s with Chelsea, I’m in.”

Ron turned and looked at me, “Dave, it’s about time that you got into the industry the same way your wife has. What say?”

I flashed him a thumbs up. “I’m in.” I asked, “What about having Ed watch?”

Ron shrugged, “As long as he doesn’t interfere, I’m good. You know the drill. Can you explain it to him?”

Ron then was busy sending out some text messages and responding to the replies. He seemed happy that he’d lined up a capable crew to work from ten-a.m. to six-p.m. on a Sunday.

Ron and Chelsea then got into a long discussion with Chelsea that carried through the rest of dinner and dessert, as he instructed her about preparation and his hoped-for acting abilities from her. For her part, when I did watch and listen to them, Chelsea was doing a lot of nodding and intense listening to him.

I noticed that Evan was helping Ron out, and also making encouraging statements to Chelsea about her ‘project’. He mentioned some ways that he could cover for her, just in case she made a mistake. He reminded her that everything would be edited and that any real bloopers would be gone in the final video.

Evan talked Chelsea into going in early to ‘rehearse’ and do a dry run for parts of the video. There was also the needed time for make-up and any hair styling. They wouldn’t have sex in the dry run, but he promised that the time would be well spent and help her relax when the real videoing started.

MEL

Chelsea’s willingness to suddenly do a pornographic video surprised me. We’d alluded to my work in the field earlier in their visit, but I’d gotten the impression that such a feat was not on her bucket list. I realized that her bucket list regarding sex had been pretty short until we opened up her eyes to many possibilities.

Ed was very accommodating to her request. He reminded her that he didn’t need to approve, but did pledge his support to her new endeavor and any fallout once they got home. I think he was actually overjoyed that his somewhat demure wife was leaping into a porn project with both feet. Later he said to me, “I look forward to being married to a porn star.”

I asked Ed after Chelsea had gone back to her seat, “Any problems you want to talk about?”

He shook his head. “I just hope I don’t end up having to cope with PTSD after she gets home. I think this’ll be good for her. One agenda for this trip was for each of us to loosen up and get a lot more sexual, although we didn’t get specific about what that meant other than ‘be with you and your friends’. This will sure help in that regard.”

I pledged my help and support, even after the fact if she got cold feet or stressed out about what she’d done or didn’t do.

After dinner, the dancing started. Sarah had been sitting next to Ed, and she pulled him to the small dance area on their patio, and the two then started to make out. Others joined them to dance, including Chelsea with Evan. I watched Sarah show Ed how little she actually had on.

Over dinner, I’d learned that Evan and Dave were going to also be starring in the Chelsea video. I was glad my husband was finally going to get his feet more than damp the same way that I did. Maybe we’d both be porn stars. Now THAT would be something that would be hard to explain to our kids or parents.

Evan and Chelsea started to dance, and like everyone else, the few items of casual clothing that they each wore gradually got removed. Their dancing in the nude became seriously erotic. Chelsea in her heels was just tall enough to trap his cock between her legs so that his shaft rubbed along her wet slit.

I was with Mike, and we were both naked and worked up. I asked whether he’d been clued in about fucking Chelsea. He nodded, “Ken told me I had to at least spend a few minutes with her when she was in the sex swing. She looks hot, like the rest of you wonderful women. I’ll try to make her happy.”

“I want to go to the swing, too,” I told Mike.

A minute later, I was in the second swing and then Mike sank his man meat into my wet pussy. Like all the men, he fit ‘just right’.

Evan brought Chelsea over and helped her get into the swing next to me. Jim had already set the swing next to me so it was a perfect fit for our guest. She looked at me and grinned broadly. “I think I’m going to like this.”

Chelsea spread her legs wide apart after she’d achieved near weightlessness in the swing. Evan was there and poked his hard shaft into her in response to her invitation. I’m sure everyone heard her moan, because everyone looked our way.

Evan is well-endowed in length and girth. That was one reason why Ron recruited him to do some adult videos. Evan also had exceptional control. He needed to ramp up by fucking for a while, and then he’d usually reach a state where he could decide whether to come or just keep on fucking. With Chelsea, he just kept fucking.

I suggested a swap, and so Mike withdrew from me and went, “Whew!” You almost had me filling you up with my jizz.”

“Go do Chelsea. She’d love some of your cum. Do it. Fill her up and make love to her.”

Evan slid into me, and we started pumping together. Mike did a slo-mo penetration of Chelsea as he told her what a hot person she was, and how pleased he was to have this opportunity with her. About five minutes later, Mike exploded into her pussy. He left a prodigious amount of cum in her, because as he slowly withdrew, some of it dripped out of her vagina onto the sand beneath the swing set.

Chelsea caught the next dollop of cum in one hand and rubbed that onto her breasts, making them shiny and giving her breasts that damp look.

Almost immediately after Mike stepped back from Chelsea, Jim appeared and speared into our guest’s pussy. I hadn’t seen who he’d been with, but certainly all the women knew that we wanted Chelsea to sample every cock in the place.

Evan and I eventually quit. He wanted to hold his erection and spread his charms around. I noted that he was not concerned about filming with Chelsea the next day and having some starch in his shaft to perform on video.

I looked around to see what else was happening as Jim pumped into Chelsea. Edwin was in a supine position on the massage table with Ashley mounted on his cock and riding him like the pony express mail was late.

She’d come to a stop, feed one of her engorged and hot breasts to his mouth for a minute of nipple and areola sucking by him, and then start to ride again.