The Interview

The one thing I have found about being married these past two years is, staying at home all day is just down right boring. I never in a million years would have thought this in my wildest dreams I would get bored doing nothing, day after day after day, yet here I am doing just that.

In the mornings when I read the paper from front to back, I never, ever looked in the want ads section of the paper. But like I said I am just bored. I am curious to see what kind of jobs are available, maybe if the right one was there, I could kill time working and make a few dollars. Then I could save my pay and surprise my Peter on his birthday or something and I could pay for us to take a nice vacation.

I saw all kinds of jobs but nothing that interested me at all. I did come across this one ad that caught my eye. Well it did more than that, to be honest and open about it. Now it said one thing, but I was pretty sure it meant another. It said;"

"Looking for female models for adult media,

No experience necessary, will train

Easy work with mind-blowing pay call for

Appointment Interview at 865-3017"

Peter and I have been together for almost three years, and like I said, we have been married for just about two of those three years. Now I knew men from my early years of dating. Peter is a man and like all men I have ever known he loves his porn. Now while porn itself does not turn me on, watching Peter watch it, that is a whole different story. When he watches it, he always is stroking himself, (really.) I have to admit it to myself, and now you that it turns me on to watch him do that. I mean really turns me on. When I get that way I touch myself as well, so he in turns likes to watch me play around, and as I watch him I masturbate.

So, I had a feeling what that ad really meant was, they were looking for someone to be in porn and make adult sex movies. I mean why word it that way?

My mind began to race, easy work, mind-blowing pay, I wonder if I ever could allow myself to do shit like that, (I mean to have sex in front of people as they filmed me?) which I know is just wrong. I put the paper down and went for another cup of coffee. All the time I spent getting and fixing my coffee, I could not stop thinking of that little sick ad. I wondered how many other young women would get caught up in that crap? I wondered how many women would call them?

The more I thought about it, the more curious I became. I thought, "It wouldn't hurt to call in and speak with the person, maybe ask some questions, I knew that I was not really interested in being photographed or filmed being naked in front of a camera performing some sex act.

Oh don't get me wrong, I love sex, I mean I really love sex, I love to climax, but I love having sex with my husband. I even love having sex with myself, but don't ask which I love better, I could not begin to tell you.

It took me a good hour to finally decide on making that call, I picked up the phone and made the call. The phone rang only twice when a very sweet voice said,

"Hello this is The Fox agency, Tammy speaking."

I froze, and then she said,

"It's alright dear, I'll wait, take your time."

I heard that and it seemed to give me a little bit of confidence, I said,

"Thank you, my name is Linda Jackson, I saw your ad and I have some questions if I may ask?"

"Sure dear" she said, "I have to tell you though I am just setting appointments for the managers, but I will try and answer your questions, go ahead and ask."

I asked, "How much does the job pay?

She responded, "That is between the managers and you, I cannot tell anyone what you can make for a shoot." I can tell you, that the girls are all driving around in brand new, fully paid cars, and they wear enough rocks to support some countries. There is great money in this business."

I then asked, "Is there nudity in this job?"

The girl laughed and said. "Of course dear, we provide talent to over 60 Adult film companies, if nudity bothers you, this job is not for you."

I asked, "You make adult films there?"

She said, "Oh no dear, this is an agency, we supply the actors for the companies that make the adult films. We are always looking for new faces and talent, why don't you come in and speak with one of the interviewers? You may like the job and then again you may not. Just remember that we are dealing with sex here, so if you have the body, the mind and the spirit, you can make a lot of money, while having a lot of fun doing it."

I froze, I then managed to speak up and say, "I'm not sure I can, thank you." and I quickly hung up.

Oh boy, that was different, I spoke to a company who hired people to be actors who make adult films. I have no idea why, but even though I knew before I made the call who they were, I still felt, well not shocked, but I did feel strange. I mean the way she spoke it was like being invited to come interview for a very nice high paying job. She was so sweet over the phone.

I always wondered if the people in the sex movies that Peter likes to watch are acting or if they are really into the sex that they are doing. My mind was racing, could I do something like that? Could I have sex with someone other than Peter and be filmed doing it?

I went to the kitchen cabinet and pulled down my Southern Comfort and took a straight gulp from the bottle. I decided to sit down and think this through. Could I really do something like that? I wondered.

I thought about that all day long and after dinner I still just had sex on my brain, and to make matters worse the more I thought about it, I realized, the hornier I became. Of course drinking half a bottle of Southern Comfort did not help me keep my mind out of the gutter.

At dinner I told Peter, "I am really feeling amorous tonight, would you like to watch one of your DVD's and see what happens?" (That is what I called his porn collection.)

You see, I very seldom suggested watching one of his videos; He has sixty DVD's and about the same amount in VHS tapes. Get this, in all of our movies, DVD's and VHS tapes I can count on two hands the ones that we have, that are not porn.

Peter smiled, came to me and said, "My, my, aren't you full of surprises tonight, sure I could use some sex after the day I had."

I said, "Yeah, me too."

He put in one of his favorite dirty movies (one of the older VHS tapes into the VCR) then went and sat in his big easy chair; I laid on the sofa, and we began watching the movie. I looked over at him and he started to rub himself through his pants. Very soon he stood, undid his pants, dropped them on the floor at his feet and while holding his cock he sat back down into his big chair.

This was kind of a tiny little ritual for us, you see Peter knows that it turned me on to watch him jerk off, I was already hot as hell from my thoughts all day long and as I said, the drinking did not help me either.

I got up, went over and standing to his side, I bent over, replaced his hand with my hand and mouth, and began to really devour his cock. In that position he had free access to me and I loved feeling his hands on and inside of me. I was wet and I let him know by my constant moaning.

I could see from my left the big TV screen as I worked my husband's cock, (I was glued to the woman being fucked.) I looked at her face and her body; it sure appeared that she was into the sex that she was having. I mean it looked like she really loved everything that was happening to her. I jerked Peter as I hungrily waited for his sperm to erupt in my mouth. He came real quick, long ago I discovered that by taking my time and not moving much after he came, that he liked the feel of my mouth on him, even as he became flaccid. Then after a time by watching the movie and of course touching me and my mouth working on him, using my tongue and playing with the head of his cock in my mouth, I knew that if I took my time, he would become very hard again and this time I could enjoy him for another good 15 to 20 minutes.

I kept my eyes on the TV and I pictured myself as the woman in the movie. When Peter was nice and hard I pulled back and said, "I need you to fuck me baby, I need your cock inside me."

He got up we went over to the sofa where I laid on my back, and opened my legs. Peter loves eating me, so he knelt on the floor and began to work his magic. I really wanted him inside of me, buy I do love his lips and mouth on me and he always seems to get me off. I also know that the longer he takes eating me, the shorter amount of time I get to have him inside of me. It is one of those no win trade offs.

I kept my eyes on the girl in the movie and with Peter eating my hot little cunt, I did have a lovely climax and it was not long before he finally stood up and got on top of me. I felt him enter me just as the man was entering the woman in the movie. I was determined not to miss anything going on in the movie, so I had my head turned just enough to keep watching. The woman was on her back just like I was, and she was being fucked very hard and fast.

Since I was her, I began moving my hips like never before fucking back as hard as I could against each of his thrusts. I mean Peter's thrusts, well at least I think I was fucking back at my husband, maybe in my mind I was thrusting back at the man in the movie. I was lost in this wonderful feeling that comes with fucking. In my mind my husband was no longer fucking me; the man in the movie with that lovely cock was fucking me. I came hard and very quickly. As I was coming down slowly from my climax, Peter did not stop, and while I was relaxing and enjoying the feeling of him in me, I kept watching the movie. Peter finally came and gave me his sperm.

He laid on top of me, catching his breath, and finally got up off of me.

Peter turned to me and said, "Gees, Linda, what got into you today baby? That was the hottest sex we have ever had, and you know, we have had a lot."

I just said, still watching the sex going on in the movie, "Do you think that sex is real in those movies or is it just acting?"

Peter looked at the TV and then at me and said, "It sure looks real, but those sluts are just whores anyway. Those girls just love cock, that's why they are in that business."

I turned and said right back at him, "If you don't like these movies, and those women, why do you watch them?"

Peter said," I don't know, I like them I guess, but those are some sick fucks that make sex videos, that's all."

I said, "So if I made a sex movie like that, I would be a whore or a slut to you?"

Peter said, "I don't know, maybe, but you couldn't do anything like that, you are just too nice, or conservative, besides we don't have a camera."

I laughed and said, "Maybe we should get one and see what kind of movie you and I could make?"

Peter laughed and said, "Yeah, right, you're out of your fuckin mind, I ain't getting no fucking camera just so you can see if we can make a sex movie. I'm gonna take a shower." He grabbed the remote and hit the stop button, which brought on the TV program "Dancing with the stars." He then asked, "You coming to bed or are you gonna watch TV?"

I said, "I'll be to bed soon, I'm gonna watch some TV."

I have no idea why, but what Peter said to me really bothered me. What is wrong with a husband and wife playing around when it comes to sex? Why am I a bad person because I bring up an idea or subject involving making a home sex movie? I mean there was no question that Pete did not think that the women in them were worth anything. The way he talked surprised me to say the least. Then to cut me off like that about him and I making a home movie, am I not pretty enough for him? By wanting to make a home movie with him makes him think I am a whore or a slut in his words?

I just do not get it; I know he loves watching porn, shit he collects some very dirty filthy sex movies, mostly of girls doing gang-bangs and doubles all the time, some are real filthy and it seems the dirtier they are, the more they turn him on. So why would he say things like that? It is like, when he is horny, he thinks one way, and after he gets off, he thinks another way; completely different. I waited a bit until I heard the shower running and I picked up the remote and hit play again.

I watched and watched looking at the girls. Boy it sure looked to me as if they were really enjoying the sex they were having, I mean it looked so fucking real. Maybe they were faking it, I do know how easy it is to do, I mean, I do love sex a lot, but there have been times (too many times) when Peter just could not take me where I needed (or desired) to go. So in order to get him off quickly and get him off of me, so I could get alone in the bathroom and make myself climax, I, well you know, I made him think that he did make me climax and I would fake it.

Now I told you already that porn just does not do anything for me, but sitting there watching and studying the women was stimulating me. I guess the reason it did this time was, this time I was picturing myself in the movie to see if I thought I might enjoy the sex and being filmed doing it.

I heard the shower stop, so I stopped the video and watched the late show. I finally went to bed and as I fell asleep, I was wondering if I could really do anything like that.

When I woke up, Peter was gone as usual. I always seemed to wake up horny since I'd been in my early teens, (which for me is pretty normal.) I laid there like I normally do, and began to do my morning masturbating. I have this little routine of gently touching my nipples and then my clit, and slowly working my fingers into my hole and on some mornings I have gotten so worked up I used fingers in my vagina and my ass.

Speaking of my ass, Peter has never tried to do me there. I learned much earlier in life that I enjoyed things inside my butt as well as fingering my butt at the same time I do my pussy while using my thumb to grind against my clit. This morning was just a nice relaxing slow self-loving sex. Now, just in case you are wondering how long I have been doing this for, I think it has been forever, I have always touched myself from a very early age. But sticking fingers inside of my butt and pussy started around 13 maybe 14 after I read a dirty book I found of a girl doing two boys at the same time. They did her from her front and from behind.

I used my fingers and toys, and when I finished my morning alone time, I got up and took my morning shower. I slipped on my robe, got the morning paper and sat down at the table to do my morning ritual of drinking my coffee as I went through the paper reading it from front to back.

I grabbed my second cup and was ready to get dressed when I wondered if that same ad was in today's paper as well. I looked and there it was.

"Looking for female models for adult media,

No experience necessary, will train

Easy work with mind-blowing pay call for

Appointment Interview at 865-3017"

Reading it this time, I knew exactly what they wanted to hire women for, they wanted women to make porn videos. I reached for my phone like I was on autopilot. I dialed the number and when the woman answered I said. "Hello I called yesterday, and I was thinking, maybe it wouldn't hurt to come down and talk with someone just to see if I could do that kind of thing, I mean, are you still looking for new actors?"

The woman said, "Yes dear, we are, I do have an opening at 3 PM today for an interview, can you come in then?"

I said, "Yes I can, is there anything I should know about before I come, I mean come in for my interview? I mean should I bring any pictures, will I need to bring anything like a resume? I have a BA in business but I really have not worked since I got out of college.

The woman said, "Honey, that is fine, all you need here is your good looks and a very open mind. This is an agency that supplies actors to adult movie studios, as long as you have a very open mind when it comes to sex, and you have a decent looking body, you will do just fine. If I were to suggest anything at all, I would suggest wearing something very skimpy, the sexier the better, almost slutty looking clothing. Honey, be prepared to take your clothes off, as they will be looking at your body for scars, tats and shape. Are you Ok with that dear?'

I stood there a tiny bit shocked, (a tiny bit), but then I knew that I would be showing my body to them, after all the agency supplies adult actors. I said in a very shaky voice, "I can go with that; I'll see you at 3." I went to hang up when I heard her say, "Wait, wait a minute, you forgot to tell me your name dear."

I said, "Oh my, I guess I did, my name is Linda Jackson; I'll be there at 3." And then I quickly hung up the phone.

The rest of the morning I was anxious, and a tiny bit nervous. I kept watching the clock and about Noon it hit me, I forgot to ask where the studio was. I ran to the phone and called yet again. When she answered I said, "Hi, I'm Linda Jackson and I forgot to ask you something."

The sweet voice said, "What did you forget to ask me dear?"

I said, "Ah, I forgot to ask you where you are located, I mean what is your address? Where do I go?'

She laughed and said, "Honey, so far today four of you have made appointments and never asked our address. It is 1394 Main Street in Santa Monica, how far away are you dear?"

I said, "Boy it's a good thing I called back, I'm about 45 minutes away, see you before 3." And I hung up. I looked at the clock and I had plenty of time. I know Santa Monica very well, so finding the place was going to be easy.

I went to my closet and I began looking and looking, I had nothing sexy or skimpy. I did not have anything that would make me look slutty. I did have an old cheerleader outfit from my high school years; it was the shortest thing that I owned. The question in my mind was, could I still get into it? I mean it had been almost six years since I last had it on. I did wear it a few times without any underwear on to tease my husband when we were dating. I guess if I could still get into it, I could go to the interview maybe commando, now that would be real slutty and nasty wouldn't it? I mean only a real whore or a slut would wear a skirt that short without any panties.

I was surprised when I found that I could still get into my cheerleaders uniform so easy, and that it fit perfect. I stood there looking at my purple and white pleated skirt that just barely covered the cheeks of my ass. When I was on the squad, I always braided my hair in two pigtails, I thought it made me look, well cute! I decided to why not do that as well. I loved the way my breasts still filled out the top, and when I finished, I looked just like I did when I was in High School. Oh yeah, I looked just like I was getting ready to go out onto the field and do my thing with the squad. I kept thinking about it and I just could not bring myself to go without panties outside of the house, so I put one of my sexiest thongs on.

I looked at the clock and grabbed my clutch, went to my car, and I put the top down. It was a gorgeous day perfect for the top down. As I drove I could feel the nice breeze between my legs, I felt so sexy and so bad as I drove to my interview.

I found the agency without any problem. I pulled into their parking lot and saw the sign that said, "Interview in here" I walked to the door and went inside. I saw several people standing around talking (mostly men, ) I walked up the woman maybe in her late thirties or early forties sitting behind the desk and before I began to speak she said, "Are you Linda honey?" I said, "Yes."