Dani's New Movie
Copyright© 2026 by robertl
Chapter 28
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 28 - Dani's studio wants her for another movie
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Wife Watching Light Bond Exhibitionism
Tuesday, Nov 2, 2021
Jeff did his best that night to pretend none of it had happened, that we hadn’t spent the night fucking. He wasn’t fooling me though, his eyes were on me nearly every minute I was on stage, then followed me afterward. He tried to mask it with indifference, but I knew. I can’t honestly say that the reverse wasn’t true either. I did a lot of glancing toward him as I took my clothes off, then as I seduced people into the back room where my nakedness and libido could further seduce my ‘victims’ out of their cash.
And did it all make me horny! (I realized that was worded like a question, it wasn’t). I’d wondered, thinking that maybe the fact that I’d fucked the night before would have abated my libido at least a little bit. Not! By closing, I’d been in the back with four guys and three girls, two of them being couples, one a ‘soft’ threesome. But oh my, did they do things to me!
Thursday night (early Friday morning), I checked my email as soon as I was back in my apartment, and there it was, the email from Jen, the website to find her video, her and Robert’s weekend, the video I’d both been looking forward to and dreading. I went to bed and laid awake, my mind seeing my best friend with my husband, one part horror at the fear of losing my husband, three parts rapt fascination.
The morning was like any other: breakfast, dressing in gym clothes, and then to the gym with Katie. I thought about Jen and Robert one time only, from the time I awoke until Katie picked me up.
“Can you come over later, I have a video to watch, and I need some company?” I asked Katie on our way to LeAndra’s gym.
She looked over at me quizzically, “It’s my husband and Jen, my best friend,” I explained.
She giggled, “Sounds like it might be fun.”
‘Fun’, yeah!
“Give me an hour after we get home,” I suggested, “wear something nice. You know, to enhance the mood.” As if we’ll need to enhance the mood.
The last weeks of pain at the gym were paying off, I could press my legs up to my chest with hardly more than a little tightness. I know that LeAndra and Sakura talk, and I wanted to be ready for my last shibari performance on Monday, only three days away.
I’d researched, and the closest shibari studio to home is in either Yakima or Spokane, both at least a two-hour drive, but that’s not unreasonable, and we can spend the night. I’d LOVE to watch Jen! I thought she’d enjoy it too, although maybe not dressed quite like Katie and me.
It was nearly twelve-thirty by the time Katie and I were back at the apartment, and I had no clue how long Jen and Robert’s video was. Just to be safe, I texted Jeff, telling him that Katie and I wouldn’t be there until probably five. He texted me back within minutes, ‘You’re on at 5:30.’
I sent him back an ‘OK’, and remembered how good that night had been. And the spanks ... I cannot tell a fib, remembering how his hand had felt on my ass ... and how he’d felt inside me after. I was ready to ‘misbehave’ again. Except, I wasn’t going to, not until home with hubby.
I wondered what to wear to watch the show with Katie and then remembered something I hadn’t worn since Brandon Lucas was here the first time. He’d bought it for me, a denim miniskirt, about ten inches waist to hem, a two-inch gap up one side all the way to the belt, a light red top, totally, and I mean TOTALLY sheer, and a dark red shelf bra that did nothing except lift and highlight my tits and jut my nipples out for all the world to see.
The top was intended for a camisole under it, but Brandon had foregone it; I guess it was too expensive for his multi-million-dollar contract. Anyway, he’d made me wear it (not that I exactly objected) on our last day together. He did let me wear a g-string under the skirt though, not that it hid a lot. It turned out to be a rather exciting day.
I put them all on and looked at myself in the mirror, hoping that Katie would like.
Oh, after I put on my heels, I took the g-string off, I wouldn’t be needing it. Besides the skirt looked better with nothing under.
I did my perfume and makeup, mostly in red to match the top, and was ready for Katie.
I found the website Jen sent me on my TV, wishing I had the big TV from home, but it’d be fine on the fifty-five-inch, so it was ready to go when Katie arrived minutes later. I had noted the length, an hour-thirty-eight minutes.
Jenny had been with my husband two full nights and one full day, they’d condensed that to ninety-eight minutes ... An hour-and-a-half, probably mostly watching my husband and friend fuck. The air in my apartment was laden with the aura of sex, even before Katie arrived, bearing two bottles of wine when she bounced through my door. “Two is always better than one,” she said.
I laughed, “One of us has to drive later this afternoon, the club, remember?” Besides, I didn’t really want to be stumbling around on the stage trying to take my clothes off. Who knows though, it might be fun, but I wasn’t going to find out.
She laughed, “Shame,” and put one of the bottles in my wine rack, and I had to laugh, whoda thunk it that Daniella Shore would ever have a wine rack, even if it did only have two bottles in it, three now. “Another time though, maybe even later tonight, after the club. A moment later, she was back with two of my good wine glasses, the only good glasses I had. She twisted the lid off the bottle and poured each of us a glass.
“Well, maybe we’ll have to limit it to one, hunh?” and she took off the oversized shirt she’d worn over ... and I did a gasp of surprise. She looked down at herself, a giggle escaping, “You said to wear something nice. I couldn’t find anything, so thought this might work instead.”
Katie was one-hundred-percent ... well, ninety-nine I guess, she did have heels on, otherwise, stark naked!
That sex-laden aura I mentioned a bit ago ... it had just gone up about forty notches.
She carefully folded the shirt she’d worn and laid it on the loveseat and sat on it, “Just in case,” she said, “leakage, in case you get me all hot and bothered, wouldn’t want to stain your nice couch.”
I laughed again, “Good call,” I told her, running to the kitchen and back with a clean dish towel, “I think I can almost guarantee it, both of us,” and I sat right beside Katie, pressing my leg against hers.
I’d already rearranged the furniture just a bit, moving the loveseat to right in front of the TV.
“You want to hand me the remote?” I asked her. I’d put it on the arm where I wouldn’t have to search for it, but it was on Katie’s side. “I haven’t seen any of this, Jen sent me the link last night, and I just found it shortly before you got here. All I know is that she contracts with this videographer to do some of her dances at her studio, and talked her into doing this trip for her, editing and all, so it should be good.”
I had the remote in hand, pointed at the TV when I thought of something, “You know, Jeff spanked me in-between fucking me the other night,” and I couldn’t stop giggling. “You ever been spanked?”
She’d just been taking a sip of her wine and stopped mid-sip. “Seriously? So ... did you like it?”
“Just thinking about it is making me horny,” I told her. “Not at first, it was such a surprise, and it hurt, but then...” and I rolled my eyes at her. “So ... have you...?” I asked her again.
She smiled, “It was before Petey, it started out fun, but the guy thought he was some bad-ass Dom, and he went too far, killed the fun, kinda like that scene in Fifty Shades. I don’t think I could like it again after him ... but you, would you let some guy do it again?”
I thought about my husband, “Don’t think Robert ever would do something like that, but in the right circumstance, the right guy ... yeah, I would, it was hot.”
She laughed, “You’re probably right, it’s not exactly a husbandly kind of thing, but what about your baseball guy, bet you’d like it if he did it.”
I thought about Brandon, good thing I had the towel under my ass. “I don’t think there’s anything he could do that I wouldn’t like,” I admitted to her. And I still had plans for after I got home.
“So, tell me, after ... how long has it been?”
“Nine weeks,” I told her.
“Nine weeks ... what’s an orgasm like after that long? I can’t even imagine.” Her hand was on my leg, fingers teasing little circles on the inside of my thigh, just ... right there.
“I don’t know,” I admitted, “remember what Erin told us that a girl might not be able to come right away? That’s how it was, it just kept building inside me, driving me mad ... and he fucked me so hard, but it wouldn’t go over the edge, I never did come.”
Katie was watching me, slack-jawed, “So, you’re still...”
“Insanely horny, almost ten weeks now? Uhuh,” and I looked down at Katie’s fingers, what she’d been absent-mindedly doing to my leg under my skirt, within an inch of my pussy, “and you have no idea what you’re doing to me right now!”
She pulled her hand away, “Sorry, I...”
I grabbed her hand and put it back where it was, “No, don’t stop, I like it, you have no idea...” and I spread my legs a little farther apart, remembering the nightclub with Jeff, what he’d made me do, what he’d done to me.
I suddenly leaned over and kissed Katie, her lips so soft and inviting, opening just a little for my tongue, tasting like the most wonderful wine.
It was maybe a minute later that I pulled away from her, “I want you to do ... whatever to me,” I told my friend.
She giggled and told me to stand, “First, let’s get you out of these clothes,” and unsnapped my skirt, pulling it down. A moment later, my top and bra were gone as well, and we were both naked, me looking straight out the picture window of my living room.
“Think we maybe should close the blinds?” I asked her.
She turned and looked, giggling, “Prob’ly should have before getting naked, huh.” It wasn’t like there was a lot of traffic, although someone did walk by occasionally. I walked over to the window, looking out, “No one there,” I announced, a little disappointed to be honest, but yes, I did close the blind, darkening the room.
Katie had picked up my discarded clothing, what little there was, neatly folded it, and laid it on the big couch, then retrieved another towel from the bathroom, and spread it on the loveseat, all while I was gawking out the window, completely naked.
Katie and I sat, and I picked up the remote one more time, pointing it at the TV. Her hand immediately went between my legs, fingers pressing barely past my lips. “So, you really won’t mind?” she asked, as her fingers worked up and down, in just a little farther.
I pressed play and spread my legs apart, “Jeff did that in a nightclub, people watching,” I told her and let out a groan as she rubbed against my clit, “and I liked it.”
Jen was in the hotel bathroom, naked, putting on her lipstick, “I plan to have a LOT of fun tonight,” she said to the mirror, “both of us.” The camera had zoomed in on one of her tits, then up to her face in the mirror, adding a touch of gloss.
Just from that first bit, it was obvious this was done by a professional, and not a phone video, either.
“I think I told you, Jen and I have been besties since high school, I think it was tenth grade when we met on the cheer team,” I told Katie, “She was on the dance team too, the best by far. I’ve always been jealous of her, how she could dance, how pretty she is.”
Katie nodded, “She is,” she agreed.
She pulled on a thong, “Robert’s going to take it off of me,” she said, looking at the camera. Then she fastened on a matching bra, “You know what they say, wear them matching if you intend to get laid. Well, I intend to get laid tonight ... by your husband,” she giggled.
Jen’s tits have always been small, but perfect for her tall, lean, dancer’s body.
There was a small closet right behind her, she pulled out a red glittery dress, and slipped it down over herself, the hemline coming about halfway down her thighs, the deep ‘V’ between her tits showing off her satin bra.
She sat on the toilet lid and pulled on a smoky-colored stocking, looking up to the camera, “Silk, nothing’s too good for my friend’s husband,” she said, continuing with the other one. Then the heels, gold, strappy, tall stilettos, and stood, looking at herself in the mirror, her long, golden locks falling down to one side in front. It was an indulgence after her professional dancing days, letting her beautiful hair grow longer.
Again, she looked directly in the camera, straight into my eyes it seemed, crossing her legs, “Think he’ll approve? After all, he’s been celibate for what ... six weeks or so now, with his cage locked in place.”
She opened the door, the camera following her, floating on air, like only Jen can do, into the main room where Robert was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at my best friend, his eyes glancing up and down at her, not knowing where to look.
He stood, Jen right in front of him, her arms wrapping around him, lips coming together in a long, lingering kiss. Then she went to her purse and retrieved a key, one that I recognized, knelt in front of him, unzipped his slacks, undid the belt and button, inserted the key, and removed the Vice from his cock.
Katie was watching intently alongside me, and when Robert’s cock was released, she leaned down and took my nipple in her mouth, sucking, her finger still toying with my pussy. I closed my eyes for just a moment, letting out a long, drawn-out moan at what she was doing to me.
Jen was kneeling in front of my husband, her hand massaging his growing cock. She looked up at him, then back down again, her mouth opening and slowly inching closer ... It panned up to Robert’s face, his wide eyes watching her, and ‘the’ moment, how his eyes glazed over, he gritted his teeth, the desperation ... I heard an, “Oh, Jenny...” and the scene suddenly changed, to the restaurant, they were suddenly inside what looked like the Black Angus, the only restaurant I know of with private booths.
I’d wanted to see...! “Maybe I can fill in for the good part that they cheated us out of,” Katie said, as I was seeing it in my eyes, Jenny taking my husband in her mouth.
And Katie, pushing my legs apart, her lips on my inner thigh, working higher, closer, her tongue pushing my pussy lips apart... “Oh Katie...” I moaned.
The waitress took their order and left as Jen took my husband’s right hand, put it on her tit, and leaned into him, kissing him...
All while Katie was devouring my pussy, and my resolve was weakening, God, how it was weakening! Nine-and-a-half weeks, Katie’s tongue inside my pussy, and I’d made that stupid resolution!
Katie knew just when to stop, when my wailing began, and I nearly screamed at her to stay where she was...
They ate their dinner, Robert had steak like I knew he would, and Jen, salmon, like I also knew. Their looks, their fingers touching ... and another long, lingering kiss before Robert got out his credit card to pay the bill. The looks passing between the two, and all caught in vivid technicolor, while waiting for the check, told the story...
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