Fluffer Ch. 01

Sandy and I have been married for twenty-one years. I'm 42, she's 41, and we've built a pretty stable life here in central New York. We've got two kids, both off at college now, which means for the first time in a long time the house is quiet.

It is just the two of us again. It's strange, honestly. Liberating in some ways. Lonely in others. But mostly, it's given us room to breathe and to rediscover each other, more date nights, more walking around naked in our own home and I love it.

We've always had a strong connection, especially in bed. Sandy's got this natural confidence about her--dark auburn almost coppery-red hair that she wears down just to drive me crazy, full tits, D-cups, and a thick, round ass that makes yoga pants look amazing. She's curvy in the way that gets stares in grocery stores. She looks great, not the body of a twenty year-old, but the sexy curvy body of a woman in her sexual prime.

We've been adventurous behind closed doors, too--into fantasies, roleplay, power games. Our favorite has always been the hotwife thing. She'll tease me about it while I'm inside her, whispering filthy things about being with another man while I listen and cum harder than ever. But it's never gone beyond talk. Not once.

I work in IT, and Sandy's been grinding away as a production assistant at a local TV station. It's not glamorous, and it sure as hell doesn't pay what it should. She hates it, if we're being honest. She's been looking for a new opportunity for a long time now. Most of her bosses are assholes and she has been passed over for promotion too many times. I can't stand them.

We were unwinding with a bottle of wine, half-watching some garbage reality show, when she leaned into me, her body warm against mine. Her tone was casual, but there was a glint in her eye.

"I got a job offer today," she said, and I could tell by the tone of her voice this was going to be interesting.

Sandy was already in her comfies when she brought it up, she had on loose cotton shorts clinging to the soft curves of her hips, tank top loose enough to tease her big nipples every time she moved.

I turned toward her, heart lifting. "Really? That's great! Is it with the station?"

She shook her head, biting her lip. "No. Not the station. It's an associate producer role, but... for an adult film company."

I blinked. "Like... porn?"

She laughed, soft and self-aware. "Yes, babe. Porn. Hardcore, filmed in here in Syracuse, edited for video and streaming platforms... the real deal."

I sat back, the news was surprising, a little different, and oddly arousing.

"You're serious?" I asked.

Sandy nodded, sliding closer to me. Her thigh brushed mine. "Dead serious. It's a real job, Luke. Good pay. Full benefits. And if I want to work my way up to be an executive producer, this kind of fast-paced environment might be the break I need."

I looked at her, flushed cheeks, the excitement in her voice. She was glowing. Hungry. I loved that about her. I always had. But still, one question was stuck in my throat.

"Are you going to... be in the scenes?"

She let out a laugh, short, loud, but not mocking. "God, no. No. Luke, come on." She took my hand, squeezed it. "I know what we fantasize about, but this isn't that. I'm not doing anything sexual. I'm just running the set--managing the schedule, checking lighting, organizing the equipment. Contracts, catering, you name it. It's pure logistics. I'm not even in front of the camera."

I exhaled slowly, trying to untangle the mix of curiosity, jealousy, and strangely, pride. "But you'll be there? Like... during the scenes?"

Sandy met my gaze without blinking. "Yes. I have to be. It's my job. I can't manage a production if I'm hiding in an office. I'll be there, fully dressed, with a clipboard and a headset. I'll be the one making sure everything runs smoot, making sure things gets produced on time and under budget."

I swallowed. That image sent a pulse right down my spine and she knew it.

"But no sex?" I asked again.

"No sex," she repeated firmly. "Not for me. I want this job, Luke. I really do. But only if you're okay with it."

I studied her face. God, she was beautiful. Confident. Turned on by the very idea, even if she wouldn't say it. And maybe I was, too. Just a little.

"Who are they? Are they a big company or a fly-by-night outfit?"

Sandy, cleared her throat, "Panashot Entertainment."

Everybody knows who they are even if they don't watch porn.

"Panashot!" I exclaimed. "Fucking Panashot! They are like the biggest name in porn, they make everything."

"I know!" she said, grinning, "they make a fuck ton of money too. They offered me 125k plus benefits, plus a bonus for every film. They said typical associate producers clear 200k a year. They own the platforms, and they want to produce more in house for liability reasons and revenue."

After a long pause, I nodded. "Okay. Take it. But not for the money, only if you love the work and if you don't like it, I want you to promise you will quit."

Her eyes lit up, and she practically pounced on me, arms around my neck, legs across my lap. "You're the best," she whispered, kissing my cheek, then jumping off to grab her phone. "I'm calling them right now."

As she disappeared into the kitchen, barefoot and giddy, I sat there with the ghost of her warmth on my skin and the image of her standing on a porn set, clipboard in hand, watching as someone else's cock slid into someone else's dripping pussy. And I couldn't decide if I was proud of her, jealous, or... incredibly turned on.

She came back into the room grinning, barefoot, cheeks still flushed from the excitement of the call.

"Well," she said, practically bouncing, "it's official. I start in three weeks on a Monday."

I smiled, still leaning back on the couch, letting the image settle in--my wife, walking onto a porn set with, giving directions while people fuck just a few feet away. It was absurd. It was hot. And I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it yet.

"You sound excited," I said.

"I am," she beamed, flopping down beside me again. "It's weird, I know, but it's real work. High energy, fast-paced. They're shooting three different scenes the week I start. I'll be shadowing the main production manager and then taking over a couple weeks after that. It's kind of perfect."

I let my hand rest on her thigh. "You're really going to be in the room while people are... you know."

Sandy smirked and turned toward me. "Fucking?"

I swallowed. "Yeah."

She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. "You're allowed to be turned on by it, you know."

"I didn't say I was." I quipped.

"You didn't have to." She teased.

She laughed and curled into me, her head resting on my shoulder. We sat there in silence for a moment, the air between us warm and strange and charged in a way that didn't quite feel real yet.

"You're not nervous at all?" I finally asked.

She shrugged against me. "A little. But not for the reasons you probably think. I just want to do a good job. Prove I can handle it. The rest of it--the moaning, the bodies, the whole 'live sex inches away from my face' thing? Honestly, I think I'll be too busy to even notice."

I chuckled. "You will definitely notice."

She pulled back, narrowing her eyes playfully. "Jealous?"

"Maybe a little," I admitted. "But mostly I'm just curious how it's going to feel for you. Being around that kind of... energy all day."

Sandy tilted her head. "What kind of energy?"

"You know," I said, "the sexual kind. Doesn't matter how professional the set is, you're still going to be in the middle of it."

She held my gaze for a long beat, then leaned in and kissed me--deeper this time, her tongue brushing mine.

"We'll deal with that when it happens," she whispered. "But if you're lucky, I might just bring a little of that energy home."

And with that, she stood and headed toward the bedroom, pausing in the hallway just long enough to shoot me a look over her shoulder--mischievous, daring.

"You coming?"

I didn't hesitate. My feet were already moving.

She left the hallway light on just long enough for me to catch the sway of her hips as she walked into the bedroom. That ass--round and thick, made to be fucked--moved like it knew I was staring.

By the time I stepped inside, she was already peeling off her tank top. Her big tits bounced free, heavy and perfect, nipples already hard. She stood there in nothing but those little cotton shorts, her dark coppery-red hair spilling down over her bare back, messy and wild. Her skin had that post-wine glow, and her eyes were already daring me.

I walked straight to her and grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers digging in under the waistband, pulling her hips tight to mine. I loved how her cheeks felt in my hands--full, soft, hot. Every time I squeezed her, I felt like I was claiming her. I kissed her hard, one hand still gripping a cheek, the other sliding up her spine. She moaned into my mouth, grinding back against me.

Then I turned her around and dropped to my knees right behind her.

Her shorts clung to her ass like a second skin. I hooked my thumbs inside and pulled them down slow, my eyes locked on the way her cheeks rolled free--first the top curve, then the full round of them, and finally, that perfect little line between them. Her pussy glistened between her thighs, wet already.

I spread her cheeks with both hands and shoved my face right into her ass.

The heat of her skin, the softness of it pressed against my face--it made my cock throb. I kissed between her cheeks, then dragged my tongue up the center, slow and filthy, until I reached her asshole. I licked around it in lazy circles, tasting the sweat, her scent, everything. I fucking loved the way she smelledreal, raw, a mix of ass and pussy that only I got to know.

She let out this shaky breath and braced herself on the bed.

I spit once, right onto her hole, and licked it again, slower this time. I could feel her twitch. I buried my nose between her cheeks, tongue flicking over her asshole, loving the way her body reacted--little flinches, quiet moans. I moved lower, letting my tongue slide all the way down her crack until I hit the top of her pussy. I could see it now--swollen and wet, lips already parted, begging to be touched.

But I wasn't done with her ass.

I kissed it again, sucked on one cheek, then the other, like I couldn't decide which I wanted more.

"You really are turned on by it," she whispered, teasing.

"Of course I am," I said.

I guided her back to the bed and she lay down, legs spreading naturally as I crawled between them. I kissed her stomach. Her nipples stood out like headlights--thick, swollen, flushed dark pink against the pale skin of her tits. I sucked one into my mouth, slow and deep, pulling it in until my lips were buried in her areola.

She let out this deep, needy moan from the back of her throat, one hand going straight to the back of my head. I flicked my tongue over the tip, then sucked harder, letting it pop against my tongue. God, I loved how full they felt--how they stiffened even more when I teased them.

Her other nipple jutted out just as proud, begging for attention. I moved over and took that one too, licking around it in tight circles, tasting the salt of her sweat and the heat of her skin. She squirmed under me, her pussy already dripping, and I hadn't even touched it yet.

"Oh fuck, Luke," she whispered, her thighs twitching. "Suck them just like that."

She pushed me onto my back, her tits still wet from my mouth, nipples swollen and glistening. Straddling me, Sandy looked down with that smirk--the one that always made my cock twitch.

Her hourglass shape hovered above me like a dream: wide, soft hips framing that thick, round ass... a narrow waist I could wrap my hands around... and those perfect tits, full and heavy, swaying gently as she reached back to grab my cock.

She guided my cock into her soaked pussy and lowered herself onto me slowly, the head slipping inside with a wet, hungry sound. Her mouth dropped open in a gasp as she sank down all the way, taking every inch of me until her ass pressed flat against my thighs.

"God, I love this cock," she whispered, her voice breaking into a moan as she started to grind.

Her hips moved in slow, deep circles, letting me feel every slick, hot ridge of her pussy around my shaft. I slid my hands up her sides and grabbed her tits--firm, soft, so full they spilled over my palms. I squeezed them, pulled her forward until both her nipples were right in my face, then sucked one into my mouth while she rode me.

She threw her head back and moaned louder. "Fuck... keep sucking my tits while I ride your cock like this..."

I switched to the other nipple, flicking my tongue hard over it before pulling it between my lips. Her body shivered against mine, and she bounced harder, her ass slapping down onto me with each thrust. The sound of skin against skin, the wet suck of her pussy, her tits in my mouth--it was overwhelming.

I moved my hands down to her ass, grabbing both cheeks, spreading them wide as she bounced and rolled her hips like she owned me.

"That's it," I groaned, staring up at her--those heavy tits swaying, her red hair clinging to her sweaty neck.

Her eyes locked on mine, burning.

"You want me to ride some other guy's cock like this?" she whispered, hips grinding slow and deep. "Let him feel how tight I get when I cum?"

I swallowed hard. My whole body was straining.

"You want me to ride their cocks while you sit home thinking about it?" she breathed against my ear. "While I'm bouncing on some huge dick, dripping wet, moaning his name?"

"Fuck," I gasped, already close.

Her voice dropped to something darker--hungry, filthy. "You know what I really want, Luke?" she moaned, grinding harder. "I want to be on that porn set... on my back, with three big cocks using me. One fucking my pussy, one stretching my ass, and one in my mouth, making me gag while the cameras roll."

She rode harder now, soaking me.

"I want to be used, baby. Stuffed full. All three holes. Drenched in cum and begging for more."

Her fingers dug into my chest as she slammed down on me again and again, panting in my ear.

"And you?" she whispered. "You'll be home. Sniffing my dirty panties, jerking your little cock, thinking about how your wife is out being a filthy fucktoy."

"Goddamn--" I choked out, already tipping over the edge.

She clenched tight, grinding deep. "You'll stroke it while I get filled in every hole. While I moan with my mouth full. While cum leaks out of my pussy and ass and I don't even care whose it is."

That was it.

I thrust up hard, groaning like an animal as I came--spilling deep inside her, cock pulsing, hips bucking. She gasped, body shaking, then screamed as she came too, soaking my cock, still grinding through the waves.

When she finally collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, her mouth close to my ear, she whispered one more thing:

We laid there for a while, catching our breath.

Then Sandy kissed my neck and whispered, "If that's what happens when I just accept the job... what's it gonna be like after my first day?"

She rolled off of me, onto her back, chest still rising and falling. I turned my head, and for a long, quiet moment, I just looked at her.

Her copper-red hair clung to her damp skin in messy waves, sticking to her neck and collarbone as she lay on her back, still catching her breath. I turned my head and just stared at her, letting my eyes drink in every inch.

Her tits rose and fell with each deep inhale, full and heavy, swaying ever so slightly with her chest. Her areolas were massive--wide as saucers and dark, like the color of ripe plums.

Around each protruding nipple, those delicate, circular ridges--Montgomery glands stood out like tiny pearls, a perfect constellation of bumps that always drove me wild. Her nipples were thick and swollen, flushed deep pink, jutting a full inch from the center like they were still begging to be sucked.

My eyes drifted between her legs, where her thighs had fallen open without a thought--like her body was still begging for more even after she'd wrung every last drop out of me.

Her pussy was a masterpiece.

The lips had that soft, butterfly shape I'd loved since the first time I saw her naked. The right one was a bit larger than the left, fuller, darker, always a little more sensitive. I leaned down sometimes just to suck on that one, gently pulling it between my lips until she squirmed and moaned. She always giggled afterward, like it embarrassed her, but she never stopped me.

A thick triangle of dark almost black curls crowned her mound--neatly trimmed but proud, not hiding a damn thing. It framed her perfectly, soft above the flushed, swollen mess between her legs. Her inner lips were puffy and slick, parted just enough for the creamy mix of our cum to glisten there--oozing out slow, warm, and thick.

I reached between her thighs, sliding a finger along the messy crease, collecting some of it. Still hot. Still wet.

She didn't flinch when I pushed it inside.

Her walls gripped me, soft and welcoming, like her pussy still hadn't had enough. I slid my finger in and out slowly, watching her twitch from the sensitivity, her body still echoing with aftershocks.

"You know I'd never actually do it, right? I'd never let anyone else touch me. You're the only one who ever will."

I looked at her, brushed a strand of red hair off her face. "I know," I said. "And I'd never cheat on you either. Not in a million years."

She smiled softly, eyes sleepy but sure. "It's just a fantasy."

"Yeah," I said. "But fuck, it's a good one."