Interviews

I've known George since middle school. He's never actually been my friend but he was fun to hang around with on occasion. He added an element of danger to our relationship that intrigued me and also gave me cause for concern, even fear. If my parents, or any other adults or authorities in my life had known some of the things George talked me into doing with him, my life would not be what it is today. I wouldn't have a college degree or even a high school diploma. I'm sure my record would be socially incorrect. I'm surprised George's isn't.

In addition to his penchant for borderline activity, George had a talent for art. After high school, while I went to the local community college, George managed a scholarship to a prestigious Art school in New York City. He graduated with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Film and Video.

I hadn't seen George in a dozen years until I ran into him one Monday in downtown at a New York style deli. I didn't recognize him at first but he recognized me. We sat together, ate our sandwiches and caught up. I shared that I worked nearby as an actuary, had a wonderful wife, two children, a dog and a mortgage.

I learned that George worked for a small film company as a stringer for the company looking for potential talent for the company's films. He described his role as a seeker, interviewing people with an interest in being in the movies.

He was one of four stringers for the company. His territory was the southeast US, and he was spending the week in Atlanta doing interviews. He explained that the company had four studios in LA, NY, Chicago and Atlanta, and produced short videos in each, approximately three to four each week. That meant the company needed a constant flow of talent. He shared that the company was insanely profitable and they compensated him quite well. I was impressed that the George I had known in high school had found legitimate employment with a solid company.

I met him again on Tuesday at the same deli for lunch. He looked tired and slightly flushed. We sat together and I commented on his appearance. "I had an interview this morning," he explained. "It took longer than I expected and required significant physical effort."

"Sounds like you were interviewing for a movie about the Olympics," I said.

"Almost," he admitted. "She was reluctant at first but I took my time and she eventually got with the program and threw herself into it enthusiastically, almost athletically."

"She," I thought, and I'd never heard of an interview that involved athletics. Maybe I didn't fully understand the nature of George's employment. I probed further. "Were you interviewing her for a specific role in a movie?" I asked.

"Nah," George said between bites. "I just interview them and get them on video. The producers and directors make the final decisions and assign roles if the candidates meet their criteria."

"Video?" I asked.

"I video the entire interview," confirmed George and I send it to the higher ups for evaluation. I get a fee for every interview that passes their examination and makes a movie. Only about one in five of the women I interview makes it to the studio for a film and ninety percent of them make only one film. That means I take whatever time it takes to get them to perform and showcase their skills and assets."

"George," I ventured. "I'm confused. What kind of movies does your company make?"

"Adult films," he revealed.

"Porn?" I asked.

"That's one way to describe it," he responded. "We're strictly legal and we work ethically. We don't do anything with youth, violence, animals, BSDM or snuff films. We don't need them. The market is huge without them. Strictly romance and consenting adults."

"Graphic sex?" I asked.

"Of course. That's what the consumers want. I admit the plots are pretty thin but the sex is up close and graphic," he told me.

"So, you're interviewing women for your movies," I surmised. "And you get them on video performing sex acts and I assume you are their partner. Seems predatory."

"Not at all," defended George. "They're all answering an ad we place in social media and we set up an interview. They're all there voluntarily. I verify their age and carefully explain exactly what kind of movies we make, in detail. I explain the process of the interview. I spend time getting to know them and their reasons for wanting to interview. I tell them they will be required to remove their clothing and have sex on video. I tell them they will get paid if they make a movie but not for the interview. I give them the option to leave at any time. If they don't leave, I have them sign a release covering everything I told them. You'd be shocked at the how few leave."

"And you have sex with them?" I asked getting roped into another of George's wild schemes.

"I tell them that I'm available but they have a choice. I have a professional on call it they would prefer that," he explained.

"Young women?" I asked.

"Not really," he countered. "Only maybe one in four. The rest are older and most are married. Some bring their own partner or a friend."

"They do it for the money?" I asked.

"Not really," George said. "There's no money unless they make a film and then it's not enough to get rich. I think they do it for the adventure or maybe the sex. Some just want the thrill of being on video while having sex. It's fame of a sort."

"Jesus, George. I thought you had reformed," I told him.

"Daniel," said George. "Everything I'm doing is legit. I'm as transparent as I can be. I represent a legal business enterprise even if society in general frowns on what we do. If those same people who deride what we do didn't also consume our product we wouldn't be in business."

"And you get laid, what? A dozen times a week?" I asked.

"Closer to five or six," corrected George.

"I still seems exploitive," I said.

"Daniel, you should see how the women react. Everyone who doesn't leave spends the time smiling and laughing with me and generally having a good time. Even during the sex. Nobody leaves unhappy or feeling exploited. Some of them come back for another interview, some more than once. Nobody is ever hurt or disappointed and none ever complain."

"Hard to believe," I said.

"Tell you what," George offered. "I have another interview this afternoon. Why don't you come with me and observe?"

I waited a beat before I answered. "Nice offer," I said. "But I'm busy this afternoon. Maybe some other time?"

"How about tomorrow afternoon?" George asked.

"I'll have to think about it," I half committed. "I call you."

George gave me his contact information and I went back to work.

That night, at dinner with Mandy, I brought up my lunch with George.

"George?" she asked.

"George. George Granger from high school," I tried to get her to remember.

"The guy with the slicked back hair who was always suspended for something?" she asked.

"That's him," I confirmed.

"How did you have lunch with him?" she asked.

"It wasn't planned. He's in town for business and we were in the deli at the same time," I said. "He recognized me."

"Okay," she said. "What about lunch?"

"George is in the movie business. He interviews people who want to be in the movies."

"Doesn't sound like the George I remember," said Mandy.

"It's not far," I told her.

"Okay, I'm listening," Mandy committed.

"His company makes pornography," I related.

"Now, that's the George I remember," Mandy laughed. "And I bet he only interviews women."

"Got it in one," I said. "The interviews are comprehensive."

"I don't doubt it. I bet he gets them naked," Mandy guessed.

"Naked and a lot more," I said.

"He fucks them?"

"Just to allow them to show their potential to the producers and directors," I added.

"In front of other men?" Mandy asked.

"No. On video and I don't think all the producers and directors are men," I said.

"George videos himself having sex with women and calls it an interview. Damn. I wouldn't have expected less from him," judged Mandy.

"Me either," I agreed. "Somehow, it seems important to him that I see that what he does is virtuous. That nobody gets hurt and everybody is fine, even those who don't get beyond the interview."

"Some of them actually get in the movies?" Mandy asked.

"Most don't get beyond the interview but they don't complain. He says that some of them even come back for another interview," I related.

"He's that good in bed?" she asked.

"Don't go there," I warned. "I have no idea how good in bed he is. The women may just be lonely or desperate. Any sex is good sex for them."

"They'd have to be desperate," agreed Mandy. "So, where's this going?"

"George wants me to come with him to an interview to prove his virtue," I told her.

"When?" Mandy asked.

"He suggested this afternoon but I begged off," I said.

"Why?" asked Mandy.

"I wouldn't do it without talking to you first," I insisted.

"Do you want to do it?" she asked.

"Not really. But I am curious. It's like a peek behind the curtain of the dark side of society," I explained.

"You should do it," Mandy insisted.

"Why?"

"Because I'm as curious as you are. You can tell me all about it afterward."

"George suggested tomorrow afternoon," I suggested.

"Do it," Mandy said. "I want you to do it. If you don't do it I won't fuck you for a week."

"Are you punishing me or you?" I asked.

"All right, not tomorrow night," Mandy reconsidered.

"Tonight?"

"I'm good with that."

I went to work in the morning and called George. We agreed to meet at the deli and I would join him for the interview at two in the afternoon. "Tell your wife you may be late and not to hold dinner. I don't know how long it will take."

I met George at the deli. "No onions," he told me before I ordered. We ate leisurely and walked three blocks to the Omni hotel. George had a suite with a separate bedroom. He had a desk set up in front of the sofa in the sitting room with two cameras focused on the sofa. In the bedroom, he had three more cameras focused on the bed. Nothing was hidden. Everything was clearly visible. If a candidate was in either room they were going to be videoed and they'd know it.

The room phone rang at two minutes to one. It was the front desk. A young woman wanted to meet him. "Tell her I'll be right down to greet her," he said. He hung up and started for the door. "You coming?" he asked.

"You want me to come with you?" I asked.

"This afternoon you're my assistant," he told me. "Of course I want you to come."

We went downstairs to the lobby. On the way, George commented that he loved it when they arrived early. It showed a level of enthusiasm. "We're going to have a fine afternoon," he speculated.

The receptionist pointed to a woman seated on a nearby sofa. She looked to be in her late thirties, may young forties. She had long blonde hair and long legs crossed at her ankles. She was wearing conservative clothing, a blouse buttoned up to just below her neck and a skirt that probably reached her knees when she stood up. Three-inch heels completed her outfit.

George started a small voice recorder and put it in his shirt pocket. "The interview starts now," he said.

She smiled at us as we approached. She was attractive, with minimal makeup, high cheek bones, plump lips and green eyes. Her breasts seemed large in spite of her conservative dress.

She stood as we got to her. George introduced himself and introduced me as his assistant. Her name was Simone.

George sat on the sofa and Simone sat next to him, leaving me standing. Simone patted the sofa next to her and I sat. Her body warmed the air between us.

George addressed Simone. "You're here because you answered an ad?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered simply.

"Would you mind telling me which ad?" he asked.

"It was on Tinder," she told him.

George smiled. I had heard stories about Tinder. I assumed that Simone answering a Tinder ad was encouraging. "Tell me a little about the ad," said George.

"What do you want to know?" she asked.

"Well, did it say anything specific? You know, did it make any promises?" George explained.

"No. Nothing like that," Simone described. "Just something like 'film maker seeking performers' and a phone number."

"And you called the number?"

"I did and a nice woman set up this interview with you," Simone answered.

"Do you have any hint of what you might be interviewing for?" asked George.

"Not really," said Simone. "The ad was on Tinder so I might have a guess but I don't know anything other than that."

"Okay," said George. "I'm going to explain exactly what we do and what we may want from you. If, at any time, you feel uncomfortable, stop me and we'll end the interview. You can leave without any fear of retribution or further contact. Understand?"

Simone nodded.

"Please answer verbally," said George.

"Yes."

"Great," commented George. He took a breath. "The company I work for makes videos. Short videos of an adult nature. Do you understand?"

"I think so," agreed Simone.

"By adult movies, I mean movies that involve nudity and sexual activity," further explained George.

"Pornography," stated Simone.

"Some might perceive it that way," said George. "We consider it an art form and we have a large following. Not all of them are men. Anyway, we are always on the lookout for performers. You answered the ad so I assume you're interested."

"I am," said Simone.

"Swell," said George. "May I see your identification? Something with a picture."

Simone rooted around in her purse and produced what looked like a driver's license. She handed it to George. George examined it. "It's you all right and you're over eighteen but the name on this is not Simone."

"True," agreed Simone. "I thought that Simone had a better sound to it for movies than Susan."

"I get it," smiled George. "Simone it is." He handed her license back to her and she stuffed it back into her purse.

"I have a suite upstairs with a sitting room and a separate bedroom," George informed Simone. "Are you okay with continuing this interview up there?"

Simone thought for a moment. "Sure," she said. "A little more privacy seems appropriate if we're going to discuss more intimate topics."

The three of us stood up and walked to the elevators. George turned off the voice recorder.

Back in the room, George indicated that Simone should make herself comfortable on the sofa. He took me into the bedroom and closed the door.

"Simone is a live one," he told me. "Things are going to get interesting. Are you sure you want to stay?"

"Why wouldn't I want to stay?" I asked.

"She's going to be naked and trying to impress me with her sexual abilities. You can stay and witness everything but I can't guarantee that she won't want to involve you in some way and refusing may not be an option. I don't want to create a problem with your wife," explained George.

"Mandy told me to be here," I revealed. "If something happens I'll be able to manage the consequences."

"Okay then. Here we go." George led me back into the sitting room.

Simone was sitting in the middle of the sofa with her legs crossed, her skirt high on her thighs and her purse on the floor near her foot.

"Sorry for the interruption," apologized George. He sat behind the desk and I sat in a chair at the side.

"You've probably noticed the cameras," said George. He pressed a button on a remote control. The lights brightened and the cameras started. "Everything from now on will be recorded in high definition. Is that okay with you?"

"I have and I am," answered Simone.

"Super. "I'm going to explain the rest of the process and what I expect from you. Again, you can leave at any time without explanation and without consequences."

"I understand."

"Okay. First, we're going to have a conversation. I want to know everything about you that you want to share. I will ask some questions about things you may not want to share and I expect honest answers. Everything will be recorded and the videos provided to others in the organization for review. They make the final decision about whether you are suitable for our productions and if you present as honest it goes a long way in their decision. Is that a problem for you?" George asked.

"Who are the others?" asked Simone.

"Producers and directors that fund and make the videos," George told her.

"Is that all who will see the videos?"

"I have no control over what happens to the videos after I send them up. Even if they decide against you, the videos may have further distribution," George explained.

"Like on the internet?" Simone asked.

"That's a possibility," George admitted. "If that happens you will not receive compensation of any kind."

"Do I get compensation otherwise?" Simone wanted to know.

"If you are chosen to make a video you will receive a standard payment in cash. It's reasonable but not life changing. If you make additional videos you will have a contract with payment terms. Some of our regulars do very well," George dangled the carrot.

"I understand," Simone said.

"And you're okay with it?" asked. George.

"I am," she said. "I'm not unfamiliar with the concept. I'm one of those non men familiar with the genre."

"So we should continue?"

"We should."

"Once we're comfortable with each other, I'm going to ask you to show me your assets," asserted George.

"You'll want me to take off my clothes?" smiled Simone.

"I will," agreed George. "I may even want to test the firmness of some of your assets,"

"You want to squeeze my tits," stated Simone.

"Probably. Are you still okay with that?" asked George.

"So far I am," Simone said with another smile.

"After that, we'll move the interview into the next room and explore your talent," said George.

"Okay," said Simone.

"You want to continue?"

"I do."

George held up a document that had been lying on the desk. "This is a statement of all the things we've discussed. I need you to read it carefully, agree to each item and then sign and date the bottom."

"Really?" asked Simone.

"It's just to protect both of us should something change during the interview. It also explains that you may leave at any time without reason," explained George.

Simone walked over to the desk. George handed her the document. She stood and read it, her lips moving with the words. "Okay," she said and held out her hand for a pen. She initialed each item and signed at the bottom. George added his signature and put the document in the desk drawer. Simone sat back on the sofa.

"Tell me something about yourself," said George.

"What do you want to know?" asked Simone.

"Everything you want to share. I'll ask if I want to know more," George told her.

"Well," started Simone. "I'm forty-two years old, married with two adult children."

"Married," echoed George. "Is your husband okay with your being here?"

"I have no idea," said Simone.

"Does he know you're here?" asked George.

"I don't think so."

"How do you think he'll react if he found out? After all, everything we're doing leads eventually to you having sex on video with other men."

"I know that," admitted Simone. "I don't think he'll have the nerve to complain. After all, he's fucking his secretary."

"Oh," exclaimed George. "Is this foray of yours a revenge of sorts?"

"Not really," Simone insisted. "I've had thoughts about doing a sex video for some time. Long before I found out about my husband and his secretary. Remember, I'm a fan of the genre. His dalliance may have pushed me to decide but it's not in revenge. If it was revenge, I'd fuck his best friend and tell him about it."

"Okay. Point taken. Let's continue," said George.

"Like I said, I'm forty-two years old. I love sex. I still fuck my husband every chance I get in spite of his fucking his secretary. Maybe working with you will change that. I don't know."

"Do you and your husband experiment with sex?" asked George.

"Experiment?" asked Simone confused with the question.

"You know," expanded George. "Different positions, oral sex, anal?"

"Oh," mused Simone. "I love oral. My husband is an expert. Some of my best orgasms have been when he was busy between my thighs. Sucking his dick is great fun and I love it when he cums in my mouth. As for anal, we've tried it more than once. It's not my favorite thing to do."

"How about women?" asked George.

"For my husband or me?" asked Simone.

"I was thinking about you," George clarified.

"Not since college," Simone simply said.

"Okay. Do you have any other hobbies other than sex?" asked George.

"None other than drinking wine and gossiping with my friends," offered Simone.

"How about some specifics?" suggested George.

"Measurements?"

"Sure."

I wear a size ten shoe," Simone shared.

"That's not exactly what I was looking for," explained George.

"I know. I was just busting you," laughed Simone. "I'm five feet, six inches tall and I weigh 138 pounds. My measurements are 39, 24, 36 and I wear a bra with a DD cup and a size ten dress."

"That's pretty close to perfect," said George.

"Thank you," said Simone.

George asked her to stand up and turn around. She stood and turned, twice.

"If you don't mind, would you please take off your blouse," said George.

I sat up straighter on my chair.

Simone didn't hesitate. She pulled her blouse from the waist of her skirt, unbuttoned it one button at a time, slid it off her shoulders, folded it neatly and put it on the sofa behind her.

She was wearing a full white bra with a wide band around her chest and narrow shoulder straps. Her breasts were indeed prominent and large. She stood facing George with her shoulders back.

George tried to remain business-like. He almost made it. Fortunately, his back was toward the cameras. Simone smiled broadly at him. I sat on the edge of my seat.

Simone knew she was now in command of the interview. "Nice," commented George.

"Thank you," said Simone.

"You're doing fine," said George with a straight face. "Now I'd like you to remove your skirt."

Without comment, Simone kicked off her shoes, unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor around her ankles. She bent over. George had a better view than I did of her breasts straining the limits of her bra but her backside wasn't hard for me to see. She held her skirt, stepped out of it, straightened up and folded her skirt. She picked up her blouse, put the skirt on the sofa and placed her blouse on top of it.

She stood facing George again in just her white bikini panties and white bra. George looked at her with anticipation. He circled his finger as if he wanted her to turn around again. Simone turned slowly. I got a full-frontal view as she turned. When she was half turned, she stopped, put her hands on her hips and wiggled her ass at George. He reacted like the lecher that I knew he was. He managed to recover before Simone completed her turn.

She stood facing him again. George came around from behind the desk and leaned against the front of the desk only two feet in front of Simone. "You certainly are the whole package," he told her.

"Thank you," said Simone.

"Next," said George.

"Which?" asked Simone.

"Your choice," said George.

Simone chose her bra. She reached up behind her back with one hand. Then she stopped and put her hand at her side. "Would you help?" she asked and started to turn around. She stopped with her back to me.

"Really?" I asked. "The first words I'd uttered since the introductions downstairs.

"Why not?" Simone asked. "You're part of this aren't you?"

George nodded at me. I interpreted his nod as permission. I stood up and walked behind her. My hands reached for the four hooks on the back of her bra strap. They did that on their own. I was incapable of independent action at the time.

I slipped the fingers of both hands under the bra strap on either side of the hooks. The feel of her skin against my fingers was energizing. I realized that George wasn't the only lecher in the room. I managed to unhook Simone's bra without difficulty. That seemed amazing considering the state of my body at the time. It must have been automatic, without conscious thought since I had thousands of similar experiences but never on a woman as perfect as Simone.

She held her bra against her chest as she turned to face George again. I retreated to my chair before she could notice the effect she was having on me.

Simone removed her bra with both hands and gave it to George. Her breasts were huge and perfect. They hung high on her chest with round areola and small erect nipples. Her chest muscles must have been well developed to support the obvious weight of her breasts.

George licked his lips. Simone smiled and pushed her chest out. "Magnificent," said George.

"Thank you," said Simone.

"Real?" asked George.

"Absolutely," insisted Simone with a slight tone in he voice. "Next?" she asked.

George nodded.

"Do you want to do it?" asked Simone.

"No. You do it," answered George.

Simone put her fingers in the waist band of her panties, turned around with her back to George and began to slide her panties down. She bent over to remove them from her feet. I had an amazing view of her breasts hanging free from her chest and George had a view of her cheeks and her labia. Simone stood up and turned to face George with her panties in one hand. She handed her panties to George who took them without comment. He was focused on the details of her neatly trimmed pussy and an arrow shaped crop of pubic hair pointing to her clitoris. She separated her legs slightly while George examined her.

"Absolutely perfect," acknowledged George.

"Thank you," responded Simone.

"It's time for us to go into the other room," suggested George.

"You don't want to feel my breasts?" asked Simone.

"We'll get to that," said George.

"Okay," said Simone. She turned and started for the bedroom.

George went behind the desk to stop the cameras. Simone stopped in the doorway, pointed at me and curled her finger in invitation. I followed her into the room. She sat on the side of the bed and I sat in a chair on the other side. George came into the room a few seconds later.

He took a few minutes to adjust the lighting and start the three cameras. Then he stood in front of Simone and said, "This is the talent portion of the interview."

"What does that mean?" asked Simone. I was sure she knew already and was deliberately making George describe the sex acts he was expecting.

"You know what kind of videos we produce," George said. "Now we want to see the extent of your sexual experiences and how comfortable you seem while having sex on camera with strangers."

"Who are the strangers?" Simone asked.

"Usually, I assume the role of your partner," George smiled.

"Do I have another choice?" asked Simone.

"I do have a professional on call if that's what you desire. I can call him and he could be here in thirty minutes," explained George.

"And what do we do while we wait?" asked Simone.

"Talk mostly," George suggested.

"It seems that we could lose the anticipation we've been building since we started the interview," mused Simone. "I'm concerned that without that atmosphere I wouldn't be at my best and it could damage the possibility that the producers approve of my performance."

"What do you want to do then?" asked George.

"Take off your clothes," ordered Simone.

George smiled, broader than any smile of his all afternoon. He began to unbutton his shirt. Simone slid to the floor and began to release his belt and open his trousers. Soon, George was shirtless with his trousers and boxers around his knees and Simone was holding his erection in one hand and her mouth.

I watched Simone obviously enjoying sucking George's cock. I also watched as his knees weakened and he almost lost his balance. Simone grabbed he legs to help him stand. She stood up, sat back on the bed and scooted into the middle. She spread her legs. "Come here," she said to George.

George clumsily removed his shoes and the rest of his clothes and crawled between her legs. She stroked his erection a few times and guided it to the destination indicated by her pubic arrow. George slid into her. His eyes closed as he penetrated her. Simone's eyes were wide open, watching George's reaction. I wondered who was interviewing whom.

Simone held his head between her hands and guided his mouth to her breasts. George kissed and sucked on her nipples as he fucked her. "Let me turn over," Simone suggested.

George leaned back, his glistening erection waving between his legs. Simone turned over and got on her knees. George used his hand to guide himself back into her target. He began to pump inside her with his hands on her hips. His eyes were closed again.

Simone raised her head and looked directly at me. She smiled and curled a finger at me. I accepted her invitation, stood up and moved in front of her at the edge of the bed. She tried to use one hand to undo my pants. "Help me here," she whispered.

I opened my belt and trousers and pushed them down on my legs along with my briefs. My erection waved in the air between us. She reached out and pulled my erection closer until she could wrap her lips around it.

I took off my shirt and my legs got weak. "Don't leave me," whispered Simone.

Several minutes later, she said to George, "Let me turn around."

George withdrew. Simone turned around and took his erection in her mouth again. She wiggled her ass at me. I kneeled on the bed and entered her from behind. My eyes closed. Simone's eyes closed and she moaned in pleasure.

Ten minutes later, Simone was on her back with her legs against her shoulders while I fucked her and George sat on the chair. Her eyes were tightly closed and her jaw clenched. Her body began to quiver and she wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me toward her and kissed me.

That lit my fuse. "Simone," I warned.

"It's okay. I'm there with you," she moaned.

"Inside you?" I asked.

"Please," she moaned again. She pulled me down again and kissed me again, this time with her tongue exploring my mouth.

I exploded inside her and her body arched off the bed and she screamed. Minutes later, we were wrapped in each other's arms and legs and I slid out of her.

"Thank you," she said.

Simone took a moment to recover. She turned to George who was trying to wipe up the result of his orgasm with some tissues he got from the nightstand next to the bed. "Do you need more?" asked Simone.

"No. I think I have enough already," he informed her.

"Should I get dressed?" she asked.

"That would be fine," he replied somewhat sadly.

Simone got off the bed and went back into the sitting room to retrieve her clothing. I walked around the bed, picked up my clothing and followed her into the other room. Five minutes later we were both dressed and George, also dressed, joined us.

"So, that's it then?" asked Simone.

"Yep, we're done here," said George.

"Can you give me your opinion on my chances of going further?"

"Simone," said George. "On average, maybe thirty to forty percent of the women I interview get a return call. I rarely see them again."

"Then what happens?" asked Simone.

"They arrange an audition video," said George.

"More of what we just videoed?" asked Simone.

"Yes, but on a studio sound stage with technicians, sound and video professionals and experienced partners," George told her. "They want to see how you react to all the commotion around making a professional video. Then they post it on the internet and tease it with five-minute edits on a number of X rated web sites. If the response is positive, they'll sign you to a contract to make more videos."

"Do I get paid?" she asked.

"Not for this interview," said George. "There is a small payment to cover your expenses for the audition and, if you get a contract, you'll be paid for each video you make." George handed her a business card. "Call me if you want more and I'll do what I can to satisfy your needs. If that's all, you can let yourself out and I'll download the videos." He headed for the bedroom.

Simone and I were together in the sitting room. "Are you all right?" I asked.

"I'll be fine," she said.

"George was pretty transparent offering you further contact," I said.

"He doesn't have a chance," she insisted.

"Well, I hope you do well going forward," I said.

"I didn't say you didn't have a chance," Simone said.

I didn't have the ability to respond.

Simone took another business card from George's desk, turned it over, found a pen and wrote something on the back. She gave it to me. "Here's my number. Call me anytime," she said.

I looked at the card. It said "Susan" with a phone number. "Susan?" I asked.

"My real-life name," she said.

I walked her to the door. We stood in the doorway. I held her hand and she kissed me.

"Thank you," I said.

"I don't kiss any of my partners except my husband," Simone told me.

"But you kissed me, more than once," I commented.

"You're different," she said. "I wanted to kiss you." She pointed at the card in my hand. "Call me. I want to kiss you again."

I was sitting on the sofa when George emerged from the bedroom. "Is she gone?" he asked.

"She is," I told him.

"Give me about twenty minutes to get this stuff organized and on the way to LA and we can go to dinner," he requested.

"I'll meet you in the lobby," I said.

"Fine."

I took the elevator back to the lobby and found a secluded chair to call Mandy. She answered the phone on the first ring. "George and I are going to dinner," I told her. "I'll be home after that."

"Thanks for the update," Mandy said. "Did you observe the interview?"

"Yeah," I said trying to contain my enthusiasm.

"Tell me all about it," Mandy insisted.

"There's not much to tell," I replied.

"So, it was a quick interview," Mandy concluded. "Did the woman leave early?"

"No. She stayed for the full interview," I told her. "Why did I tell her that?" I thought.

"So, tell me all about it," she requested again. "I want to hear the details."

"We met the woman in the lobby," I said.

"Does she have a name?" Mandy asked.

"Simone," I told her. "But I think that wasn't her real name."

"Why?"

"It didn't match the name on her ID."

"So, what was the name on her ID?" Mandy wanted to know.

"Susan," I said.

"Continue," insisted Mandy.

"George explained exactly what his employers do," I told her.

"And what exactly is that?" Mandy asked.

"They make adult videos," I said.

"Oh. Pornography," concluded Mandy. "And George is interviewing prospective victims."

"I don't think victims is an appropriate description," I disagreed. "George explained exactly what they did, how they did it and made sure she could leave at any time without consequences."

"What does that mean?" asked Mandy.

"He told her about the interview, that she would have to get naked and have sex on video. She could refuse at any point and the interview would be over. In other words, she would essentially be a volunteer not a victim," I explained.

"Okay. I get it," confirmed Mandy. "Did Simone stay around for the whole interview?"

"She did."

"Including the sex?"

"Including the sex," I confirmed.

"Damn," said Mandy. "Tell me about the sex."

"It wasn't anything spectacular. Not up to the standard of the videos we've seen," I told her.

"Tell me anyway," Mandy insisted.

"There was some oral sex," I described. "And then George fucked her."

"You just watched?" Mandy wanted to know.

"I was supposed to but Simone got me involved," I grimaced as I said it.

"You fucked her too?" Mandy asked.

"I did," I admitted.

"Cool," exclaimed Mandy. "How was it?"

"Not up to the standards we have when we fuck," I said.

"Did she have an orgasm?"

"She did."

"How about you?" asked Mandy.

"Me too," I said.

"Then she wasn't so bad," stated Mandy.

I saw George getting out of the elevator. "George is coming. Let's talk more when I get home."

"I can hardly wait," Mandy said.

"I love you," I told her.

"I love you too, stud," Mandy replied.

I was processing Mandy's last statement when George arrived. "Let's get dinner," he said.

Dinner with George wasn't anything spectacular. We ate at a chain steak restaurant. The only conversation of note happened when George stated, "You weren't supposed to get involved."

"Simone invited me," I explained.

"I got that," George said. "You could have refused."

"I didn't think that far," I confessed. "It was her interview and I wanted her to perform well. If she wanted me then it made sense to me."

"And you'd get laid," commented George.

"That too," I agreed.

"The problem is that you're now on video having sex with a candidate," said George.

"That's bad?" I asked.

"At a minimum, you could end up on the internet and you were impressive enough that my employers may want to talk to you," explained George.

"Damn," I said. "Really?" I thought. "That wouldn't be so bad."

I got home near nine. Mandy was waiting for me. She was wearing a white, skintight, silk nightgown without underwear. She had to be waiting for me. No one else was around.

She handed me a margarita, kissed me, sat me on the sofa and sat on my lap. "Okay, stud," she said. "I want the sordid details."

"I already told you most of it," I demurred.

"How did she look?" asked Mandy.

"She was attractive," I said.

"Beautiful?"

"Yeah. Beautiful," I agreed.

"Big tits?"

"Larger than that," I said.

Mandy smiled. "And you couldn't resist, just watching and getting all horny."

"You know me too well," I said. "Is there a problem?"

"Not with me," she said as she wiggled her ass against my lap, igniting my male hormones and stimulating my gonads.

Three minutes later, Mandy had her nightgown up around her waist and she was grinding on my second hardest erection of the day. We had mutually satisfied orgasms and moved the action to the bedroom where we pleasured each other orally and Mandy had a third orgasm with me pumping into her from the rear.

She woke me in the middle of the night for another orgasm that I joined with her. We curled up together with her mostly on top of me, a leg over my hips, her head on my shoulder and her breasts on my chest. I thought we were going to sleep again.

"I found George's ad on Tinder," Mandy said.

Any thought of sleep evaporated. "What?" I asked.

"After we talked on the phone, I was curious," explained Mandy.

"And you went looking for the ad?" I asked.

"I did," Mandy admitted. After a short pause, she added, "I answered it."

"You're kidding?" I asked.

"I thought that Simone was on to something and I wanted to find out more about it," she explained.

"You have an appointment?" I asked. "You know that you would end up fucking George."

"I don't have an appointment," Mandy said. "I got voice mail and left a message, and I don't have to interview with George."

"You're serious?" I asked.

"Why not?" We have an open relationship. We've even played around some. I could have fun and I didn't think you'd mind."

"True," I agreed. "But it's always been mutual, involving both of us," I reminded her.

"You fucked Simone without me," Mandy countered.

"Only because you wanted me to go with George and I think you knew fucking her was a possibility," I said.

"Nevertheless, you did fuck her," Mandy dug in her heels.

"Okay, I owe you one," I agreed. "But just one. Not a career fucking men other men choose for you."

"You're so sweet," Mandy said. She kissed me and rolled over to go to sleep.

I couldn't sleep. I was obsessed with finding some way to dissuade Mandy from going through with the interview she didn't have yet. I thought of something that may work for both of us and settled into a restless sleep.

In the morning, I asked Mandy to move slowly with the interview and I would have a suggestion by dinner time. Work did nothing to ease my torment. I was convinced that the life of an adult actress wasn't as satisfying as Mandy imagined. I needed someone inside the industry to tell her that. The problem was that I didn't know anyone inside the industry except George and I dismissed him out of hand. I surmised that he wanted to fuck Mandy more than he wanted help me.

Then I thought of Simone. She wasn't inside the industry yet but she was on the verge. Maybe her experiences since the interview would be enough to steer Mandy in another direction. She gave me a card with her phone number on it. I searched through my wallet but couldn't find it. I'd have to wait until I got home to call her.

I got home from work early. I surprised Mandy in the kitchen working on dinner. "What's up?" she asked. "I didn't expect you home for another hour."

"I need to do something before dinner," I told her and headed for my desk. I couldn't find the card anywhere. It wasn't in my dresser either. "Mandy," I called. "Did you find one of George's business cards I might have left somewhere?"

"Yeah. I found it on the floor in the bedroom," she replied.

"What did you do with it?" I asked.

"You want to call George before dinner?" she asked.

"Something like that," I told her. "The card?"

"Hold your horses," she said. "I saved it because it was George's number. I think I put it on your desk."

"It wasn't there," I said.

"Hang on. Let me look," she offered.

She walked into my office, stood at my desk and picked up the missing card. It was hiding in plain sight in a coffee mug full of similar business cards. "Damn," I exclaimed. "How do you do that?"

"Girl eyes," she smiled and headed back to the kitchen.

I sat at my desk and turned the card over. There was a phone number written on the back. "Yes," I said to myself.

I picked up my phone and called the number. There was no answer and the call went to voice mail. The greeting was in Simone's voice. I left my name and number and requested a call back.

At dinner Mandy was anxious. Before we finished she asked about what I wanted to talk about when I left for work in the morning.

"Mandy," I said. "Last night I lay awake thinking about you having a career in adult movies."

"I knew you'd tell me it was okay," she said excitedly.

"Actually, I was thinking something else," I replied. "I don't think the women in those videos have a very good sex life."

"Oh," Mandy muttered.

"Think about it. They're actresses. They're being paid to have sex. It's not romantic; it's not sexy and it's not satisfying. The women don't have orgasms. They're paid to act like they do and they do it on a sound stage with dozens of workmen and women in charge of everything like makeup, lighting, audio and cameras. And they do it on command by a director who is working with a script from writers," I explained,"

"Why would they do it then?" Mandy asked.

"Money," I told her. "They need to pay the bills. It's a job. They get a paycheck. I think they go home tired just like everybody else. They probably have boyfriends or husbands for the real thing."

"So," Mandy started. "You think I'm as shallow as those women?"

"No," I replied. "I think you're much smarter than they are and I don't want you hurt or disappointed."

"But you're only theorizing," she said. "You don't have any real evidence of their lifestyle."

"That's what I wanted the business card for," I told her. "I was hoping to find someone with experience in the adult video business who would share their experiences with you."

"And you think George fits that bill?" she asked.

"No. George can't be trusted. He'd twist the opportunity just to get in your pants," I surmised.

"Then who?" she asked. "I can't believe you know anyone in the adult video business."

"There was a number on the back of the card," I told her. "I called her."

"Her? A woman you know who performs in adult videos," Mandy stated. "Who?"

"Simone," I answered.

"The woman George interviewed the other afternoon and you both fucked," Mandy stated. "What did she have to say?"

"She didn't answer. The call went to voice mail. I left a message for her to call me back," I explained.

"What do you want me to do?" Mandy asked.

"I'll support you if you still want to do this," I committed. "But go slow. Give me time to get solid information."

Mandy got a call about the ad the next afternoon. They wanted to set up an interview the following Monday. Mandy told them that she knew George and didn't want to interview with him. They explained that George was the representative in Mandy's region and there was no other interviewer available. Mandy held firm and told them she was willing to travel for the interview. They committed to getting back to her if they could set something up.

I had the time I was asking for.

Nothing happened over the weekend if you ignored the half dozen times Mandy and I celebrated being together.

Monday, Mandy set up an interview for two weeks in the future. It was with a guy named Steve in Denver. The woman who called explained that moving an interview to a different region was unusual and that Mandy would not be reimbursed for any expenses related to travel for the interview. Anything else was up to Steve.

Simone called me back on Monday afternoon. "I was excited to hear your voice," she gushed.

"That's not why I called," I told her calmly.

"Oh," said Simone. She sounded disappointed.

"I want to ask you something else," I said.

"Okay," she said.

"My wife, Mandy, has become fascinated with your story and she thinks it would be exciting to explore her options in a similar venue. We've always had an open marriage and I endorse her experimenting outside our relationship but I'm concerned that the adult video industry might be a mistake for her. I asked her to slow down and get more information. I needed to speak to someone inside the industry. I don't have a clue who that might be except you."

"How about George?" Simone asked.

"I don't trust him and neither does Mandy," I told her. "We think he would encourage her just to get in her pants."

"I agree," said Mandy. "George gives me the creeps. That's why I was glad you were there. I'm not sure I would have stayed for the entire interview if you weren't there."

"Will you talk to Mandy?" I asked.

"What do you want me to tell her?" Simone asked.

"The truth," I answered. "I know you don't have much experience but you're the only person I know with even slight experience. I can live with whatever you tell her, pro or con."

"I'm not going to encourage her," Simone said.

My mood brightened. "You didn't get good responses to your interview?"

"Just the opposite," Simone countered. "The response was off the charts. Mostly because of you by the way. Anyway, the reason I didn't call you back immediately, is that I spent the weekend in LA making an audition video."

"That was quick," I said.

"It was. I'm not sure I should have gone. It wasn't the most pleasant experience."

"Could you talk with Mandy and tell her that?" I asked.

"Sure. When?"

"How about now?" I suggested. "She's in the other room."

"Give her the phone," Simone said.

I found Mandy in the living room reading a magazine. "Hey love," I said. "I have someone on the phone who knows a little about the adult video industry."

"Not George!" she exclaimed.

"No. Not George," I confirmed.

"Then who?"

"Simone."

"The woman you fucked?" Mandy asked. "What did you tell her to say to me?"

"Nothing," I insisted. "I haven't coached her at all. In fact, I have no idea what she may say."

"Give me the phone," Mandy said.

I gave her the phone and started to leave the room. "Where are you going?" Mandy asked.

"I thought I leave you alone to talk with Simone," I told her.

"No. Sit down. We can listen to what she has to say together." Mandy put the phone on the speaker and held it between us. "Hello," she said.

"Hi," said Simone. "Is this Mandy?"

"It is," answered Mandy.

"I assume Daniel has told you about me?" asked Simone.

"Only about his meeting you at your interview last Wednesday," said Mandy.

"Did he tell you everything that occurred during the interview?" asked Simone.

"More than most men would share with their wives," stated Mandy.

"Good. Then let me fill you in about what's happened since. Things that Daniel doesn't know," said Simone.

"Daniel's right here and you're on speaker. You can tell both of us at the same time," Mandy informed her.

"Okay. I had the interview on Wednesday afternoon and I got a phone call from LA Thursday evening," started Simone.

"LA?" asked Mandy.

"Los Angeles," defined Simone. "That's where the company has its headquarters and primary studio. Anyway, they wanted me to make an audition video."

"More than the interview video?" asked Mandy.

"Much more," confirmed Simone. "They liked what they saw but they need to know if I could perform under the stress of an actual video on a sound stage. I flew out to LA on Friday for a Saturday shooting of the video."

"Sounds exciting," commented Mandy.

"It was at the time," admitted Simone. "But I'm not sure it was the best decision of my life. The environment was nothing like the interview in the privacy of the hotel bedroom. It was a large open space with a large bed in the middle surrounded by hundreds of lights, dozens of people, cameras, microphones and a director with a script. And it was cold."

"All for you?" Mandy asked.

"All for their dupes," Simone said. "They needed to know if I could perform, meaning have sex with a stranger, under the lights. First, they took me into a dressing room. There were two men there who introduced themselves as the producers and a woman who was the director. They asked me to strip naked. It wasn't the easiest thing I've ever done but I wanted a career in the movie business.

"They examined my assets including checking for firmness and how photogenic various parts of my body were. Once they were satisfied, they turned me over to a hairdresser and makeup artist. The hairdresser was a woman and she gave me a robe to wear. Once they were finished they led me back to the sound stage."

"Photogenic body parts?" interrupted Mandy.

"Close ups of my breasts, pussy and ass," informed Simone.

"Oh," said Mandy.

"It wasn't pleasant but I knew that nudity and sex were required. Close ups didn't seem unusual," said Simone. "On the set, I was introduced to a man in an identical robe. He was my co-star for the audition video.

"Thing's moved pretty fast after that. The director took charge. She had us take off our robes and get on the bed. Ben, that was my co-star's name, wasn't the most impressive man I'd ever met but he had an enormous penis. I actually wondered if I would be able to fuck him if he got larger. The director gave us our instructions. I was to suck on Ben's penis until he was erect and then he was to fuck me."

"Sounds cold," said Mandy.

"Bitter," said Simone. "The director told us not to worry about the noises or sounds we made. They would add audio later. So, we did what we were told. Ben got on his back in the center of the bed and I got between his legs. I held him in my hands at first. He was a considerable handful and remarkably heavy. I kissed his penis head and wrapped my lips around it as best I could. He didn't taste especially nice. I don't know if it was the soap he used or the stale residue from another audition. Anyway, he got hard after a few minutes. I was comforted knowing that he didn't get much larger after he was hard.

"I rolled on my back and spread my legs. Ben rubbed his erection between my labia for lubrication. I wasn't very aroused under the circumstances. The director ordered a break and a woman rushed to the bed and lubricated both of us from a large plastic dispenser.

Then we were back on video. Ben entered me easily for him. Not so easy for me. I gasped with the initial pain but then I got used to it. He pounded away in me for several minutes before the director took another break. She looked at me and told me it was time for me to have an orgasm.

"We restarted. Ben poked into me again and fucked me for a few minutes. When the director said 'Now,' I faked an orgasm and we took another break.

"The director left the set to view the video so far. A young lady came over and began to stroke Ben's erection to keep him erect during the break. When the director returned, she told me my orgasm wasn't 'up to standard' and I needed to try again.

"Back with Ben again. Three minutes and then another 'orgasm.' This time I must have done better. The director gave me a thumbs up before she went to view the videos. "It was like that all afternoon. Change positions, fuck, orgasm.

"They had me back Sunday morning. Different partner. Different script. Same director. Lost count of the number of times I had sex. Dozens of fake orgasms. Not one real orgasm in two days.

"I flew home late Sunday and slept in my own bed. Slept very late. I got Daniel's message this afternoon. I called back after I was sure he'd be home."

"That doesn't sound very pleasant," commented Mandy.

"Not very pleasant is giving it a too high rating," said Simone. "The men are the stars. They get the big bucks. The women are disposable. A dime a dozen. Men with large cocks that stay hard for hours are difficult to find. They'll fuck whatever the producers provide. The women burn out quickly. That's why they have four stringers like George to interview dozens a women every week, to keep the men employed, the cameras rolling and the customers coming back for more."

"What's your plan?" asked Mandy.

"Get a job. I'm not going back. They can make pornographic movies without me," answered Simone.

Mandy turned to me. "I'll cancel the interview," she said with a smile.

"Daniel," said Simone. "Can I talk with Mandy alone for a while?"

"Sure," I said. "I'll be in the kitchen."

On the phone with Mandy, Simone said, "First, take the phone off speaker. Second, my name is Susan."

"Susan?" questioned Mandy. "What happened to Simone?"

"Gone with my fantasies of becoming a porn queen," responded Susan.

"So, why do you want to talk to me without Daniel?" asked Mandy.

"Mandy," started Susan. "Did you really want to be a porn star or did you just want more and better sex?"

"Daniel and I have plenty of sex and most of it is very satisfying and we have fooled around with others. Not very often." said Mandy. "After he came home from your interview he was very honest. I appreciated that and I thought there was something very erotic about sex with a porn star. So, to answer your question, not better sex, maybe just more."

Susan was quiet for a moment. "Mandy," she said. "I may have a suggestion so we both can have more sex."

"I'm listening," responded Mandy.

"Anton and I ... "

"Anton?" interrupted Mandy.

"My husband," informed Susan.

"You're married?" asked Mandy.

"Yes. You and Daniel sound a lot like Anton and me. Great sex together. In fourteen years I've never had a fake orgasm with Anton. But we do enjoy an occasional tryst with another couple."

"Yet you interviewed with George," Mandy stated.

"A mistake," agreed Susan. "One you almost made."

"True," Mandy said. "Thank you for saving me."

"You're welcome," responded Susan. "So, do you and Daniel sound a lot like Anton and me?"

"So far," admitted Mandy.

"Do you think you and Daniel could be the other couple with Anton and me?" asked Susan.

"That's a big step," observed Mandy. We've never met each other."

"I've met Daniel," informed Susan.

"You fucked him," stated Mandy.

"Simone fucked him," said Susan.

"It was still you no matter what name you're hiding behind," said Mandy.

"True, but I didn't know he was your husband at the time," said Susan. "Anyway, full disclosure. Daniel has had a big influence in my life already."

"You've only met him for a few hours," Mandy stated.

"Yes," agreed Susan. "But Daniel at the interview convinced me to go to the audition and Daniel at the interview showed me how much better reality was than my porn star fantasy. Daniel was the last real orgasm I've had and I'd like to give it another go."

"What happened to Anton?" Mandy asked.

"I was too exhausted last night when I got home and now I'm planning to rectify the situation as soon as Aston gets home from work. So, for the next couple of hours, Daniel is the most recent supplier of my orgasms."

"I've never been fond of blind dates," said Mandy.

"How about we have dinner together as committed married couples. That gives us all time to consider what I'm proposing."

"We could do that," stated Mandy.

"Friday night?" asked Susan.

"Sure."

"I'll text you our address," said Susan.

"Your place?" asked Mandy. "I was thinking a nice restaurant."

"That's fine. Pick one and let me know," agreed Susan.

"So?" I asked when Mandy walked into the kitchen.

"Susan has an interesting proposition," Mandy told me.

"Susan is Simone's real name," I observed.

"You knew that," stated Mandy.

"I did."

"Anyway," restarted Mandy. "Susan wants to have dinner with us and her husband, Anton."

"What's the goal?" I asked.

"Susan and Anton have great sex together and they play around with others on occasion," Mandy told me. "Sound familiar?"

"Sounds like us," I answered.

"Eerie. Isn't it?" said Mandy.

"So, are we having dinner with them?" I asked.

"As soon as we pick a restaurant and call Susan back," said a smiling Mandy.

We had dinner with Anton and Susan Friday evening at a Brazilian Steak restaurant in uptown. Both Mandy and Susan dressed for the occasion. Cleavage was the primary focus for both of them. Mandy's cleavage was substantial but you could have lost your car keys and your wallet in Susan's cleavage.

The four of us integrated exceptionally well. We never discussed the goal. We all understood the possibilities. There was a measurable level of enthusiasm between all of us. Mandy seemed less enthusiastic than I expected but neither Anton nor Susan seemed to notice. Between dinner and dessert we agreed to go to Anton and Susan's house for nightcaps.

During dessert and coffee the conversation became more erotic and specific. Listening to Susan tell Mandy what she wanted to do to me was a master's lesson in bedroom etiquette. By the time we paid the check, all four of us were either leaking or seeping.

In the car following Anton and Susan, Mandy was emphatic. "You never told me that Susan was built like a brick shithouse. How the hell can I compete with that?" she cried.

"It's not a competition," I insisted.

"You don't think Anton will care?" asked a distressed Mandy.

"Babe," I told her. "With all the other assets you have, Anton won't be thinking about your tits after ten seconds. In fact," I added. "He may not be thinking at all."

Mandy laughed. "That good?" she asked.

"Better than good," I said. "He's getting the better deal and if we talk about it much more I'm going to turn around, take you home and enjoy your assets myself."

"You say the nicest things," Mandy said. "After we get home I may take you up on it."

"You have a deal," I told her.

Anton turned into a development neighborhood with a fancy monument at the entrance. The homes were nice, maybe 3,500 square feet with three bedrooms but not mansions. I followed him through the neighborhood until he pulled into a driveway at the end of a cul-de-sac at the very back of the development. Anton and Susan had only one neighbor and that one wasn't close.

He waited while the garage door opened. A light came on and he pulled into the garage. I pulled up in the driveway behind him. Anton and Susan got out of the car. Anton headed for a door in the back of the garage and Susan waited at the top of the driveway for us.

Mandy took a deep breath. "Here we go," she said.

"Don't worry, babe," I said. "You're the life of the party and you've got Anton exactly where you want him, hard and waiting for you."

Mandy laughed and opened the door. "What's so funny?" asked Susan.

"Nervous laughter," replied Mandy.

Susan pointed at the door at the back of the garage. Anton went that way and you have nothing to be nervous about. He's a pussy."

"Not me. Daniel," Mandy told Susan. "And that's exactly what I'm hoping for."

It was Susan's turn to laugh as I approached after locking the car. I gave Susan a questioning look as I watched Mandy walk confidently toward the rear door.

"Mandy said you were nervous," Susan said to me.

"Is that how she described it?" I asked. "I prefer to think of it as gleefully expectant."

Susan greeted me with a huge kiss. The garage light went out and her hands held my hips while she pressed her groin against mine and ground in small circles. "Damn, that feels good," I said. "But slow down. Let's find Mandy and Anton first and be sure we're all on the same page."

Susan led me to the door and let me go in first. She closed the garage door before following me inside. The door led to a small mud room with work clothes on a rack with boots and dirty shoes underneath. There was a short hallway with light coming from a door on the left and a powder room on the right. I assumed it led into the kitchen.

Susan and I held hands and entered the kitchen together. We stopped in wonder at the scene in front of us. Susan laughed. "And you wanted me to slow down," she said.

Mandy was sitting in the middle of the counter on the kitchen island. Her legs were spread and her skirt was three quarters up on her thighs exposing her shocking pink bikini panties. Anton was standing between her legs with his face buried between her breasts over her blouse. Mandy's eyes were closed and her hands were behind Anton's head holding him tight against her.

"Mandy was worried that Anton might not appreciate her breasts," I whispered to Susan.

She bounced her breasts in her hands. "Because of these?" she asked quietly.

"Exactly," I said.

"She needn't worry," she replied. "Anton is a breast man. He's never seen a tit that he didn't want to suck on. Let's leave them be. "Come with me."

Susan led me through a dining area, a living area and up a flight of stairs. She turned left and we entered what had to be the master bedroom. It had a king-sized bed with about a dozen pillows. "The master bedroom?" I asked. "Won't Anton be riled?"

"Only that we got here before him," smiled Susan. "There are two other bedrooms he can choose with large beds."

Susan closed the door and shuttered the blinds in the three windows. The room was dark except for a nightlight near the door to the attached bathroom. Then she came back to me and kissed me again.

"No witnesses," I said.

"No lights."

"No cameras."

"No time limit," she finished at the same time her blouse hit the floor.

"No hesitation," I laughed.

"No limits," she said seriously.

She was removing her skirt when she turned to me. "Well," she said.

I would have preferred to slowly undress her myself but that was clearly not on her agenda. If I read the situation correctly, we'd be in the bed with me inside her in less than two minutes.

That's not what happened. She was naked and working on my belt before I could get my shirt completely off. I stood calmly and let her work. She worked fast and pushed my trousers and boxer shorts down my thighs. My half-mast erection greeted her.

She held me in both hands. "You have no idea how much I've dreamed about this moment," she commented as she wrapped her mouth around my cock. I might have wanted to move slowly but my cock agreed with Susan. A minute later I was so hard it hurt.

We still made the two-minute estimate. Susan gulped, stood and dragged me to the bed by my erection. She lay back on the bed and pulled me between her legs. My erection knew the way and I slipped inside her easily.

Susan exhaled loudly. "Oh God, I needed that," she said.

Five minutes and two orgasms later we were laying on the bed alongside each other. "Color me surprised," I said.

"I'm sorry," said Susan. "But I meant everything I said over dessert. It's just that I've been so worked up since our call on Monday. You have no idea how much I've been looking forward to us getting together again and, once we were really here, in the bedroom, I just couldn't wait. I had to have you inside me just to settle my nerves."

"Sounds like a serious problem to me," I said.

"Nobody, except Anton and you has ever had that effect on me," Susan said.

"I don't know whether to say, 'Thank you' or 'Pardon me,'" I said.

Susan laughed. "You don't have to say anything. Just do everything."

"Do you have a starting point?" I asked.

"I do," she replied. She almost climbed down my body, found what she was looking for and wrapped her mouth around my cock again.

It felt even better this time. The quick fuck had dulled the edge and left the feeling. I could let her suck my cock all night. There is an art to sucking cock and Susan was an artist. She understood technique and texture and she merged them seamlessly. However, sucking my cock wasn't all she had in mind. She began to knee walk around with my cock at the center and her pussy and my face as the radius. Soon, she straddled my head and lowered her clitoris toward my mouth. She didn't have to ask. I volunteered. My lips connected with her clitoris and I sucked with as much verve as she used on my cock.

I could have continued all night but, like a dull knife on a steel honing rod, the edge gets sharper with every stroke. Soon I was warning her of an impending climax. Something similar was happening on Susan's end. Her clitoris had grown in my mouth and was beginning to vibrate like the C note on a pitch pipe, the harder you blow the greater the vibration.

"Fuck you, Daniel," moaned Susan.

That's exactly what she did. She sat up, rotated around and lowered herself on my erection. She settled down slowly, the vibrations of her clitoris spreading to the walls of her vagina and penetrating my erection. We kept the movement slow to contain but not lose the vibrations. She leaned forward and kissed me. She bent over and I scrunched down so I could kiss and suck on her nipples. It wasn't as easy as it sounds. I needed two hands to stabilize each breast before I could connect with her nipples.

The sexual tension between us was overwhelming. Every time I thought I was going to lose control, Susan shifted on me and the moment passed. She lay on my chest, wrapped her arms around my neck and we turned over. Her legs spread wide and her heels on the bed beside my hips spread wider. I arched my back and pushed each stroke as deep inside her as possible. I connected with her cervix at the top of her vagina and she moaned off key each time that I did.

This was going to end only one way but before that happened, Susan straightened her legs in front of me and pressed her knees together. I wrapped my arms around her legs and continued to force my erection in and out of her tightened pussy. She put her hands behind her knees, separated her legs and pulled her knees against her shoulders. Her body rotated and I ended up horizontal over her, supported on my toes and arms, plunging down into her.

An orgasm wracked her body. Tears flowed from her closed eyes and ran over her cheeks and into her ears. "Now. Now," she cried. "Do it now."

I couldn't not do it. My orgasm flooded her cervix even more than earlier if that was possible. Her cries turned to howls of joy. Her body came off the bed, she put her arms around me and held me tightly as her orgasm permeated my body.

We calmed down together, rolled over on our sides and I slipped out of her. I held her in my arms while her breathing returned to near normal.

"What the fuck did you do to me?" she asked breathlessly.

"I thought you did it to me," I told her.

"Can we do it again?" she asked.

"We can try but there's never a second first time," I philosophized.

Over the next three hours we tried to duplicate the result. Susan was something special. Every time I entered her, it was like the first time. She never felt the same way twice but we never reached the pinnacle we had conquered earlier.

Susan was lying on my chest, her massive breasts on my abdomen and her fingers running through my pubic hair when she asked, "Daniel, do you think I could wake up tomorrow morning in your arms?"

"I would like that," I told her. "But we're not alone. We have to consider Anton and Mandy."

"Mandy could wake up in Anton's arms," Susan suggested.

"If their experience has been anything like ours, I think that would be an excellent result," I said.

"Let's go find out," Susan suggested and rolled off me and scampered out of bed. "Oh shit," she commented immediately. She put a hand between her legs and ran awkwardly into the bathroom.

I was still laughing when she came back seconds later with a washcloth between her legs. "What are you laughing at?" she asked.

"Your reaction was priceless," I admitted.

"I've had similar problems before but never quite like the volume this time. I'd have been okay if you hadn't carelessly left so much excess liquid behind," she charged.

"That was my special gift to you," I said. "I'm somewhat miffed that you didn't take better care of it."

"Bullshit!" exclaimed Susan. She knelt on the bed and kissed me. "Come on. Let's take a shower and go find our spouses."

Her shower was large but tighter than it looked with her massive tits. I got another erection while washing them and it got bigger when she washed me. "What are you?" she commented. "Some kind of sexual superstar? You should be in the porn videos."

Susan put on a short terry robe, managed to pull it over her breasts and tied it at the waist. It hung open in front down to the knot. She found a similar robe for me that came to below my knees and tied easily around me. We went downstairs together.

There was nobody downstairs. We headed for the kitchen. "I could use something to drink," said Susan.

There was nobody in the kitchen either. It was just after one in the morning. Mandy's clothes were on the floor, including her bra and panties. While Susan rummaged through the refrigerator, I picked up Mandy's clothes and put them neatly in a corner of the counter. Susan emerged from the fridge with two bottles of water that she put on the table. Then she went back to the fridge to get a box of frosted donuts.

We were sitting at the table, drinking water and nibbling on day old chocolate covered donuts when Mandy came into the room. She was wearing just a towel tucked over her breasts that didn't quite reach below her lady bits.

"Morning," said Susan.

"Hi," Mandy replied. She was holding the top of the towel in one hand since the tuck kept slipping open and the towel threatened to fall off.

"Where's Anton?" asked Susan.

"In the shower," Mandy said. "He'll be down shortly." She now had two hands on the top of the towel.

Susan noticed. "Let me help," she said as she stood up.

She took the towel from Mandy's hands and let it fall open completely. As expected, Mandy wasn't wearing anything underneath. Mandy's body stiffened. Susan didn't seem to notice. Susan wrapped the towel around Mandy's waist and held it in place with a knot in the corner of the towel tucked into the tightly wrapped rest of the towel around Mandy's waist. It seemed secure, covering Mandy from the waist down and leaving her breasts exposed. Susan paused, admiring Mandy's breasts for a moment. Then she reached out and held one of Mandy's breasts in her hand. Mandy reacted but managed to keep it contained. I noticed the slight change in her expression. Susan hefted Mandy's breast. "Nice," she commented, released Mandy's breast and went back to the refrigerator, and grabbed another bottle of water.

Susan gave the water to Mandy. "Have a seat," she said. "The donuts aren't too stale."

Mandy sat. We talked about everything except what we had been up to over the last five hours and Mandy's exposed breasts. Anton arrived wearing a towel identical to Mandy's around his waist. His breasts were exposed as well and nobody commented.

"How's everybody doing?" asked Susan.

"Absolutely fuckin' wonderful," responded Anton.

"How about you, Mandy?" asked Susan.

Mandy smiled and shifted in her seat slightly. "Never been better," she replied.

"No regrets?" asked Susan.

"None whatsoever," said Mandy. She turned to face me. "How about you?" she asked.

"I'm beyond happy with the results," I said. Susan smiled at my reply and Mandy noticed.

"So," Susan drawled. "Where do we go from here?"

"Home or back upstairs?" I asked Mandy.

"I'm good with back upstairs," Mandy replied. "How about you?"

"Works for me," I said.

Anton stood up and put out a hand for Mandy. Mandy stood up, took his hand and they left together for the stairs.

I looked at Susan. "I think you got your wish," I said.

"Incredible, isn't it?" she replied. She stood up and put out her hand for me. Her robe fell open in the process hanging on the points of her breasts and exposing her arrow shaped pubic hair trim that was getting a little ragged at the edges.

I guess that Susan could see the desire in my eyes. "We could go upstairs ... or we could just fuck on the counter like Mandy and Anton."

"Is it that sanitary?" I asked.

"I've never had a complaint," she insisted.

She took my hand. "Let's go upstairs. I'll clean the counter in the morning."

On the way to the bedroom, Susan stopped at a hall closet. She arrived with an armload of clean bed linens. "Before anything else, we're going to change the sheets," Susan insisted.

I stripped the sheets from the bed and Susan replaced them with the clean ones. "Just pile them in the corner. I'll wash them tomorrow."

I rolled the sheets up so that the more pungent areas were trapped inside and put them in the nearest corner.

We climbed between the clean crisp sheets and pulled the light blanket over us. We cuddled together and kissed. A prolonged kiss that evolved into a totally passionate, tongue dueling, libido enhancing, oxygen depleting embrace.

Susan's hands searched for my penis. My hands searched for her breasts. She succeeded and began to stroke her discovery. I succeeded and began to kiss and suck her nipple. Her nipple's response overwhelmed her other activity. She released my cock. I released her nipple and kissed down her body. She rolled completely on her back and spread her legs in anticipation.

I didn't hurry. I kissed frequently as I moved lower on her body. I paused at the navel and she pushed the top of my head down with both hands. I reached her pubic hair and kept moving. When I reached the nub at the top of her labia, her hands were already there, parting her labia to ease my journey. I stretched my tongue between her lips and her hands moved to the back of my head. I dragged my tongue upward, found her protrusion again and teased her clitoris from under its hood.

She moaned and her legs closed against my head as I sucked her clitoris into my mouth where it grew in size. My fingers slid into her. I pulled on her clitoris with my lips and pressed against it from inside with my fingers. The pressure on my head between her thighs was intense until her body convulsed in a massive orgasm. She was screaming silently with her arm in her mouth to suppress the sound and her body was shaking uncontrollably until she pushed me away and curled up in a ball on her right side.

I spooned behind her and held her in my arms as she recovered. She took one of my hands and pressed it against her breast while she calmed. Then, in a sudden burst of silent energy, she broke free, rolled me over and mounted me, my erection filling her vagina completely again. She moved vigorously on me, frequently changing between stroking, pumping and grinding motions. "You're going to cum," she repeated over and over. "You're going to cum in me."

Resistance was futile. I erupted inside her and she collapsed on my chest. I held her in my arms. "Welcome back," I said.

Susan laughed. "Don't ever leave me," she said.

"Can I always just be nearby?" I asked.

"Reality check?" she asked.

"Something like that," I confirmed.

"I can live with that," Susan agreed.

We lay like that for a long time. Susan was kissing my chest and shoulder. I was kissing the top of her head and inhaling the incredibly erotic aroma of her hair. My penis responded. Susan noticed and slid down to capture my recovered erection. "Can you just slip it inside me and keep it there?" she asked.

"For you, I'll give anything a try," I told her.

I pushed up. She pushed down and I slid inside her. Her vaginal muscles gripped me tightly and she nestled her head into my shoulder. A few minutes later, I twitched my erection.

"Don't move," she said.

"I have to move a little or I'll lose my erection," I said. "I need some stimulation."

I twitched and she squeezed. We lay still, wrapped in each other until we did it again. I have no idea how long we lay like that. We fell asleep. I woke up later and I was still inside her but without a full erection. I twitched to reanimate my erection. Susan woke up and immediately understood the situation. She began a series of rhythmic compressions on my cock. It worked and soon she was bouncing happily on my renewed manhood. Eventually, I could feel her experiencing a series of small orgasms. I grabbed her hips and increased the intensity of my thrusts into her. Her final orgasm caused her to collapse on top of me again and then roll off on her side.

A few minutes later, she turned over and kissed me. "I loved falling asleep with you inside me and I really liked waking up that way," she confessed.

Seconds later, she climbed off the bed. "I have to pee," she said and headed for the bathroom. She didn't close the door. I heard the toilet seat lowered. I heard her pee and I heard the toilet flush. I got up and headed to the bathroom as well. I had to pee too.

Susan watched me in the mirror as she rinsed her hands. She stood naked beside me as I rinsed my hands. "Could we run away together?" she asked.

"Not without Anton and Mandy," I told her.

"They can come too," she agreed.

"Then why not just stay and get together often?" I asked.

"I know that's the best option," she admitted. "I just love to fantasize."

"Come back to bed and tell me about your fantasies," I suggested.

We lay in bed facing each other. "Can we sleep now and fantasize later?" Susan asked.

"Sure," I agreed.

She gently held my penis. "You didn't cum, did you?" she asked.

"Not that time," I confessed.

"I need to fix that," she said and she turned around and began to fondle my cock and balls.

Her intensions were good but she fell asleep before she managed any results. I patted her ass, pulled her against me and fell asleep as well.

I woke as the light of dawn was glowing outside the bedroom windows. Susan was on her knees with my still soft cock in her mouth and sucking gently. I reached up and ran my hand between her legs. "Good morning," I told her.

She wiggled her pussy against my hand. "Good morning," she said.

"That feels wonderful," I said.

She wiggled her pussy against my hand again. "So does that," she said.

We were on our knees, with me fucking her from behind while pursuing my missing orgasm when someone knocked on the bedroom door. "Come in," called Susan before I could stop her.

Mandy opened the door. If she was surprised seeing me fucking Anton's wife, she didn't show it. That she was as naked as we were probably had something to do with it. "Anton and I are going to shower and head downstairs for breakfast," she told us and closed the door before either of us could respond.

We added significant pace to our coupling and pushed until we had mutual orgasms. We hugged, kissed and headed for the shower together. We lingered in the shower just long enough for Susan to spend several minutes sucking my cock. I was just getting into the feeling when she stopped and stood up. "We can finish this next time," insisted Susan.

I dressed in the clothing I had worn the night before without my underwear or socks. They ended up in a ball in my pocket. Susan dressed in a pair of extremely short, extremely tight shorts that emphasized every crease, fold and protrusion that I had become very familiar with over the last twelve hours. Panties weren't possible. She topped it with a two sizes too small, weather worn tee shirt that did little to contain or hide her ample, braless breasts.

Anton and Mandy had breakfast waiting for us. Coffee, donuts and orange juice. Susan took one look at Mandy's still wet hair. "You can't leave this house looking like that," she stated. "C2ome with me," she insisted.

They were back about twenty minutes later. Mandy's hair looked fantastic. We had another mug of coffee and finished the donuts. "We should be heading home," suggested Mandy.

Susan looked genuinely sad at the prospect of us leaving. "Can we get together again soon?" she wanted to know.

Mandy looked at me for support. "I think that's possible," she suggested.

The goodbyes at the front door were emotional and erotic. Susan physically communicated her desire for us to be together again. We managed to escape her kisses and roaming hands and leave. In the car, on the ride home, Mandy commented, "I can't remember a more wonderful time with another couple."

"Neither can I," I agreed. "Anton treated you right then?"

"He was a perfect gentleman and an excellent lover," Mandy said with a smile. "But he's not up to your level," she quickly added.

I laughed. "I'm not concerned about his skill, or lack of it, relative to me. All I care is that he treated you right and you enjoyed yourself," I told her.

"I feel the same about you and Susan," agreed Mandy.

"Speaking of Susan," I said. "She's leaving all kinds of hints that she wants us back with her and Anton again."

"I got that feeling too," said Mandy. "What did she do with you?"

"The most blatant thing occurred after you told us about breakfast this morning," I told her. "We finished in the bedroom and took a shower together. Susan gave me a blow job even though there was a zero chance of anything developing so soon after we finished in the bedroom. Just when she was starting to have an effect, she quit and told me we could start there the next time we were together."

"A promise that could only be kept if we came back," Mandy interpreted.

"Like breadcrumbs I could follow back to her," I suggested.

"Tidbits promising more sex if you came back," Mandy agreed.

"Exactly," I agreed.

"She did something similar with me," offered Mandy. "When we went back upstairs for her to do my hair.

"Back in the bathroom, Susan had me sit on a low stool in front of the mirror. She began to pull a brush through my hair. 'I need to dry your hair first,' she said. She kneeled down and rooted through the cabinet under the sink and tossed a plastic collar in my lap. 'Take off your blouse and put this on,' she said.

"I took off my blouse, put it on the counter and snapped the shield around my neck. It was like the sheet the hairdresser uses to protect your clothing but very short. It only covered my shoulders. Susan emerged from the cabinet with a hair dryer in her hand. She plugged it in, tested it and put it on the counter. Standing behind me she began to run her fingers through my hair. Her fingers drifted down to my shoulders and she leaned forward and kissed my neck. The kiss was surprising but it felt amazing. I admit I tilted my head to allow her more access. Susan pressed her breasts against my back, kissed my neck again and fondled my breasts with both hands."

"Sounds erotic," I commented.

"It was," agreed Mandy. "So erotic, I took off my bra. Susan kissed my neck again, fondled my naked breasts again and pressed her naked breasts against my back again. She had removed her tee shirt."

"I wish I had seen that," I confessed.

"I'd like that," smiled Mandy.

"More?" I asked.

"No. She stopped suddenly. 'I need to fix your hair,' she said. She dried and combed out my hair, we got dressed and came back down to the kitchen."

"Tidbits," I suggested.

"Yes, but more like titbits," Mandy said.

I laughed. "So, are we going back?"

"Damn straight," insisted Mandy. "I want to kiss and suck her breasts and more."

"So do I," I agreed.

Mandy laughed harder.

Mandy and I spent Saturday catching up with each other. I was careful with her breasts after she told me that her nipples hurt. "Bad boy, Anton," I thought.

I opted to work from home the next week so Mandy and I could exercise our sexual urges without delays. Mandy's phone rang early Tuesday afternoon. "It's Susan," she said and took the phone into the bedroom for privacy.

She came back about ten minutes later. "That was Susan," she confirmed.

"I got that," I said. "What did she want?" I thought I already knew.

"She wants to come over," Mandy said.

"It's the middle of the week," I said. "Seems odd. What about Anton?"

"Anton left this morning for Europe. Something to do with a new business opportunity," Mandy communicated to me. "She said he'll probably spend the weekend and come home late Sunday."

"I'm not comfortable with her here with us with Anton in Europe," I commented.

"Anton's taking his secretary with him," Mandy informed me.

"Really?" I asked somewhat amazed.

"Susan says Anton and his secretary have had a relationship for years. She knows about it and sometimes participates with them," Mandy added.

"Still ... "

"Susan said she talked with Anton about seeing us while he was away and he told her to have fun," Mandy kept talking.

"So, is she coming over?" I asked.

"She'll be here in a half hour," Mandy said with a smile.

"You knew I'd agree," I challenged her.

"I knew you couldn't not agree," she smirked.

A minute later, Mandy was on her feet heading for the bedroom. "Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'm over dressed," she said. She paused for a moment. "And so are you."