Chapter 9

“So, what next? Another beer?” my wife offered everyone now, “feel free to eat some of the brunch that you missed while we take a breather, Melissa.”

“That sounds great, actually, thank you! I could definitely use a bite! Such a fine hostess you are, babe, serving beer in the middle of the day without judgment to your guests along with such fine, yummy sandwiches. I’ve never had Danish cuisine until now. It’s pretty tasty! Some real overlap with Japanese, you know. My father is Japanese. My mother is Thai. Quite the combo, as you can guess! I was born Shinzo Phalongivan. I prefer Melissa Coleman privately as well as Melissa Moon on the job,” Melissa recited a bit of her past now.

“She got me into porn and I was just a fan back then, but eager to break into the business. Before I knew it, I finished my service in the Army and got involved in this lifestyle. My fiancee at the time freaked out and dumped me, but that’s her loss. Next thing that I know, I’m humping this fine cutie and doing gay for pay as a start to pay the bills, but it was so worth it!” Eddie told his side of things.

“Yeah, I knew about the gay for pay stuff. I kinda pushed him into it. He didn’t mind it too much, but he wasn’t a great fan. It was a job and helped us out, plus at least he got some ... pleasure from bottoming, I think. He strictly bottomed when he did it,” Melissa confirmed that detail.

“Yes, I tried Topping once or twice ... I got squicked on the sight of hairy man ass back then and so I ended up bottoming instead. It just came easier to me and Melissa let me take out my backlog inside her yummy ass, of course. She also put on a strap-on with a thigh harness a couple of times to help train my butt. I don’t think that she enjoyed it, because she stopped after two or three efforts at it. It did help, though,” Eddie blushed a little despite his tan.

“You’ve come a long way for an Iowa farm boy, haven’t you, dear?” she winked at him and then told us, “yeah, it didn’t feel right, like I was stuck acting like a man again and I just want to be his lady love instead. I didn’t turn tricks and get my nuts clipped just to pretend to be a guy again. Mind if I smoke?”

“Oh, no, go ahead. Britta-Lise smokes, too, just less than she used to since she took up pot as well,” I smiled as my darling wife sat on my lap again.

“Yes, well, it works pretty well, too ... but I’m still a nicotine slave, alas. On the other hand, phrasing it like that sounds kinda hot! Like I could picture someone enslaving me through my addiction and only sharing the cigarette butts with me. That has some movie plot potential there! Very fetishy, but nothing wrong with that,” Britta-Lise winked as she lit the cigarette for Melissa and one of her own.

“True and duly noted,” Eddie agreed.

“Amen to that! I love the thought of my luscious wife doing bondage scenes!” I licked my lips at the very notion of it.

“So ... so far, I have the following actors and actresses signed with Balls Deep Pictures, or rather we have them, since Melissa is my partner in this venture: me, my wife, Tyson, his wife, Darius, Lester ... and now you and your lovely wife. That’s a good start and while we will add more in time, but I’m enjoying the whole ‘rebel scum’ feel of these early days, no doubt of it.

“A lot of our work so far has been heavily in the gay male, bisexual, and transgender genres, of course. Having a real transwoman like Melissa Moon in the firm is a definite plus, as you might imagine. She’s the real McCoy and there is an authenticity to that. Of course, Tyson’s wife has allowed us to do some more old-school gang-bang action, too.

“Precious little lezzie stuff yet or conventional threesomes, but that’s due to change now with Brittany Freckles on the team,” Eddie clarified a few things with a wink for my wife.

“Tyson’s wife is the one going to be here later, am I right?” I asked my wife.

“Yeah, though it was supposed to be a surprise ... still, you’ve had a lot of surprises today, babe, anyway, haven’t you? And I can’t blame you for using your brain to figure things out for yourself. From what I’ve seen and heard, you’re in for a real treat with her, too. You’re cool with Latinas, right? How about ones who are also half-Apache?” Britta-Lise practically drooled just speaking of it to me while she sat on my lap and smoked.

“Sounds delicious!” I conceded while kissing her neck.

“She works under the name ‘Natasha Slutworth,’ which I find rather cute myself,” Tyson told me now, “it’s funny that we’re both indigenous, of course. Both half-Indian, American Indian, that is. Her birth name is...”

“Krystal Concepcion Estrada-Kemp,” I heard another voice join our discourse.

“Babe!” Tyson rushed to kiss and hold his wife, a brunette in a sundress who instantly dropped it on the living room floor in front of us.

“Now Krystal Archer, of course!” Mrs. Archer informed us as she slid her panties down and stood in just her “fuck-me” pumps.

“No bra, eh?” Lester teased her now.

“Well, you know me ... why would I hide these girls?” Krystal alluded to her rather fulsome breasts that fit her buxom build.

“They make me want to suck them ... a lot!” Darius confessed aloud.

“I can certainly see the appeal,” I smirked while caressing my petite wife.

“Just for that, you both get to suck my tits whenever you wish from now on, if hubby’s cool with it, that is,” Krystal offered us now.

“Hey, the more the merrier. If you wanted to let all of our friends and colleagues suck at those teats, I’m more than happy with that proposition, dear,” Tyson licked his lips at the idea of his wife serving up her nipples for all of his confederates.

“How did you get here so fast, not that I mind?” my wife asked her now.

“Let’s just say that I swallowed my pride,” Krystal winked, implying special favors traded for sex, “it was worthwhile to get here for the birthday of a guy like this man here ... after hearing so much about him, I fear like I already know him.”

“Well, thank you for hotfooting here, ma’am,” I kissed her hand.

Krystal then shoved one of her bare breasts in my face and told me, “Go ahead, babe. Try it. You’re clearly curious. You have a standing offer now. I insist.”

I leaned just to stick out my tongue, tease her proffered nipple, and lick off some sweat. Then I opened my mouth and let Krystal fill it with her areola, adding more slick sweat to clean from her sleek and juicy flesh. When Britta-Lise began sucking the other tit, Krystal moaned with obvious pleasure, indicating that her breasts were highly erogenous zones, too. I poured some beer on Krystal’s rather large and full boob and licked it up, too, making her shiver.

“Fuck me ... fuck me now, please! I can’t wait anymore! Please ... Eddie, please film it! I want the birthday boy to fuck me, right here and now, over that ottoman over there! Bareback, too! Please! And I want his wife to eat my ass, if that’s okay with her,” Krystal begged suddenly.

My boner more than rose to the occasion as Eddie ran to bring the camcorder and tripod over to the living room to capture me in action with Tyson’s plump and juicy wife. Tyson approached his missus and began caressing her hair, causing her to open her mouth and take him inside it to the base. Evidently, something that she tasted on his dick pleased her a lot, because she frantically slurped on it after that while I wiped and entered her.