My Wife, Homemade Porn Queen Ch. 01

"Damn, she's fine."

Darkness filled the room with only the light from the CRT in the oak computer hutch illuminating his face and chest as he sat in the office chair. One arm moved, his hand stroking himself.

The scene on the video changed. The transition could have been smoother, but now, instead of the man on top of the babe, his hips pounding her mercilessly into the mattress as her spread knees bounced a few inches off the bed, there was now a closeup of his cock slamming into her soaked pussy.

And what a pussy it was. His hand gripped his cock tighter as the dick on the screen plundered the gorgeous chick writhing below him. Her opening laid bare and spread wide, accepting the dick hammering in and out of her.

He could almost smell her, the thick, musky aroma emanating from between her legs. But he knew that came from his memory. A thick layer of her lubricating juice covered the man's cock, making her arousal obvious. And it wasn't lube, either. It was all her.

So many girls in the other videos had the telltale white coating on their pussies. They needed lube, and it took something away from the video, knowing she wasn't into getting fucked enough to self-lubricate.

That was one of the best things about this girl. She was into it. Big time.

This chick loved getting railed while being filmed doing it.

His hand moved faster over his cock, but the hand lotion he used was wearing away. He paused, and pumped another big puddle into his hand from the bottle next to the keyboard, then went back to wanking himself.

The audio was not too bad for this video. He could hear her groaning as the guy grunted on top of her. Once in a while, they would say something. It didn't always come through clearly.

This was amateur porn, after all. The latest craze to sweep the internet, and one of the few ways people were actually making money from the relatively new technology sweeping the globe.

He was glad they'd gotten that new modem. It was much faster and allowed him to stream the teaser videos without too much lag, and to download full-length ones in only a handful of minutes. After paying for them, of course.

But that was the point of all this, right? To make money by fucking. It wasn't like she was walking the streets, prostituting herself. These videos were made safely, with people who knew and trusted each other.

The guy banging the smoking hot Latina with the amazing tits was pumping into her faster now, and he knew what was coming.

He chuckled. Oh, yeah, they were cumming alright.

Leaning forward, he tried not to watch the man's ass, covered in light blonde hairs, as it moved up and down over her. His knees were spread, pushing hers further apart, allowing the camera to get in close.

His cock was longer, maybe by an inch, but not as big around as his. That seemed to assuage his feelings a little. He wondered what felt better to her. Getting stretched or speared.

And just then, the guy's ass cheeks tightened, and he thrust into her, no longer with the same smooth rhythm. His hips jerked and his balls tightened.

Here it comes. He loved watching this part the best. Seeing guys cum inside her pussy.

That moment of insemination was the hottest.

That act of fertilization where the man shot his seed inside the woman. It fucked with his head, seeing it up close like that.

Maybe because it signified something. A man claimed a woman when he came in her. At least for a while.

No matter who she actually belonged to. It was the man whose cock was shooting his sperm into her that owned her at that moment.

Sure, her boyfriend or husband could take her back later. But ‌while he was cumming inside her, she was being seeded by only him. The ramifications of that were powerful.

Sure, she'd be on birth control, and there was no actual risk of pregnancy. This was all just fantasy anyway.

But in reality, wasn't there always some slight risk? Sure there was, and that's the thing that made this so fucking sexy. No matter what precautions you took, one of those sperm might get lucky.

He watched as the large vein running along the underside of the guy's cock pulsed, making it obvious this girl was getting cummed in. Right there, on screen.

The camera had been about two feet away, catching the action as shot after shot of cum pulsed directly into her pussy. They'd probably already breached her cervix. Millions of sperm were now inside her, swimming into her womb, looking for an egg. They'd be inside her for days.

That thought made his cock pulse, and he almost came while his hand worked his dick, sliding up and down furiously.

As the man on the screen slowed his onslaught, a light film of white coated his cock as it moved in and out. More cum leaked out and spread around her lips.

This guy came like a horse. She must have sloshed for days after getting fucked like that.

He stroked himself faster, nearly there.

Watching another guy cumming inside of her was so damned sexy. He didn't know why it got him off so hard, but it did. Try as he might, he couldn't deny it.

Having actually been there, ‌holding the very camera that caught all this action now playing on his screen made him so fucking hard.

To kneel at the foot of the bed and watch her fuck, get cummed in, then to watch it on screen like so many others. It drove him wild with lust.

And it made them money.

He thought about how it felt when he was the guy to cum inside her. How she tasted when it was his lips on her pussy. What it felt like when she swallowed his cock. How she smelled like no other woman he'd ever been with.

He chuckled, thinking about that day. He hadn't enjoyed filming so close to his best friend's ass, no matter how hot the situation had been. But watching her get creamed like that was worth it.

And thousands of strangers watched this same video of his wife getting cummed in on their computers all over the world, paying for the privilege.

He pondered what they had planned next. Videos of multiple guys doing that to her, coupled with his first time doing it with another woman. Thinking how anyone in the world could watch that drove his hand harder.

They were expanding their circle.

His wife would be fucking another one of his friends for the first time in a few days. That guy had lusted after her for years. Now, he'd finally get to do her, add his cum to the puddle they left inside her.

And that friend's girlfriend wanted to try it, too. He'd be shooting his cum into that hot, sexy young thing while his wife stood and watched. His cock pulsed in his hand as he stroked himself.

He wondered how much cum had been shot into his wife since they started making these videos. She loved being filmed getting screwed by all of them, and why not? She had a small stable of men who made passionate love to her and got paid to do it. Then, she got to love and sleep next to him, her adoring husband, each night.

Thoughts of all his friends cumming inside his wife as they filmed, her pussy full of cum, got him all the way there.

Rope after rope of white, potent sperm rocketed out of him, shooting up and nearly landing on his keyboard as he strangled his dick. He angled himself, making the next several spurts splash along his bare chest and stomach.

After he'd emptied himself, he sat back, making the chair groan as his chest heaved. The video faded away with the shot of his wife and best friend holding each other and softly kissing as they whispered.

The look in their eyes told of something between them. Something loving known only to them.

Rusty looked closely and wondered as the video faded to black.

Was something happening there he hadn't seen when he was filming them?

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"I'm home!"

Rusty stepped through the front door and swung it closed. It rattled in the frame as he shook his head. He put his briefcase down beside the side table in the front hall.

Maria's head poked around the opening to the kitchen. She looked him up and down, then stepped into the hallway, brushing her hands against her slacks as he walked towards her.

"You're home early. Everything okay?" He lifted her chin with the tip of his finger and pecked her on the lips. Her head turned, following him as he walked by. He hadn't reached up and cupped her tit, something he did every night when he got home.

Sighing, he turned and looked at his wife. She was as beautiful as the day he'd met her. Her warm mahogany eyes looked at him as his traced over her soft curves. He loved the way her dark, wavy hair hung between her shoulders.

"No, it's not. I got laid off today." He took a deep breath and tossed his windbreaker over the back of a chair.

"Oh, shit." Her eyebrows rose as she followed him into the kitchen. "What did you do?" Her face reddened as her fists pressed into the sides of her hips.

He turned and stood, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as his brows furrowed. He was quite familiar with her volatile Hispanic temper.

"What do you mean by that? The whole department got let go. They're shutting down the project. It's over." He shook his head as he exhaled loudly, then turned away to look at the pot bubbling on the stove.

She looked away, then sighed. "Sorry. Seems like it's been a messed up day all around." Picking up a wooden spoon, she stirred the simmering food. He stood next to her, and she turned and looked at him.

"Oh? How's that?" he asked.

"They cut my hours in half. The economy's in the toilet and there's not as many orders. They said I was lucky to get any work at all."

"Oh, shit," he said, sighing as he leaned against the counter. She removed the spoon, then turned off the heat.

"I made pasta in a meat sauce."

"It smells good."

She shrugged, her lips pursed. "It's cheap."

He nodded and sighed, then went over and set the table while she got the food ready.

"Want some wine?" He held up a bottle of the local store's two-dollar brand. It was passable if you weren't too fussy. It had alcohol, which they both needed that night.

"Sure, what the hell."

He poured two full glasses, then they filled their plates and sat at the table.

Talking about what they might do about their sudden drop in income as they ate, they quickly drained their glasses. He poured them both another glass as they finished their supper, then got up and put the dishes in the sink.

"I'll clean the kitchen tomorrow. I've got plenty of free time now," he said, grumbling as they took their freshly filled wine glasses into the living room.

She turned on the television and flipped through the channels. One of the cable channels usually had something nasty on. Maria found a show where people were filming themselves having sex.

"This looks interesting," she said, taking a long sip of wine.

They found it was about the recent phenomenon on the internet where websites allowed people to create accounts and upload sex videos. People could dial up, log on and see short sample clips. If they liked them, they paid to download the full video to their computers.

The two watched the behind-the-scenes show of how these films were made in the actor's homes, and how the recently invented sites made the videos available. The actors got paid each time a video was downloaded.

"That doesn't look all that difficult," Maria said as she drained her glass. She reached forward to grab the bottle and almost knocked it over.

Rusty chuckled, then took it and filled hers before topping his off.

"Yeah. Set up a camera and screw. How hard can that be?"

Her eyes glinted as she looked at him. "I dunno. If you were being filmed, would it be hard? Or would you get camera shy?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

He grinned at her and wondered for the thousandth time how lucky he was to have her here with him. She could have any guy she wanted, but she chose him. His eyes roamed over her thin blouse. Her boobs were nicely shaped and slightly larger than normal. He could see the bumps her nipples made through her bra.

Of all the guys in their close friend group back in college, he hadn't been the most handsome, or the best built. She loved his full head of black hair and brown eyes tinged with a ring of green around the iris, and his lightly muscled chest.

He wished he had more chest hair, but she loved what he had, and how his stomach hair seemed to draw her hand down, ending up curled around his cock.

She'd told him his best aspect was his personality, and that after she'd gotten to know him better, found matched hers so well. Once she'd given him the chance, he'd swept her off her feet.

He was still amazed she'd agreed to not only go out with him, but then move in a few months later, then say yes when he'd proposed one year after they'd gotten together. People had told them they were too young to make such a commitment, but they married anyway, and were happy, just having celebrated their second anniversary at twenty-three years old.

Men's eyes followed her lustrous black hair and voluptuous figure wherever she went. He'd just been watching her splendid ass move in her work slacks as she finished supper. She exuded the sexiness he'd seen in so many Mexican women. He'd tease her about being the stereotypical Latin woman: sexy, loving, quick to anger, and a tiger in the sack.

Often at night, as they lay together in bed, each doing things to arouse the other before making love, she would tell him about how all the men she'd been with before had failed to make her feel the way he did.

It was something they both got off on, hearing about their past sexual experiences. True to form, Maria sometimes got jealous of things he told her, but that just made their lovemaking that much more energetic later.

The way she described her previous experiences, Rusty felt as if she remembered it as a parade of handsome faces and stiff cocks. At one point, she told him she fucked a new guy almost once a week in the first year of college.

Maria said she'd tired of that life and settled down to have longer relationships.

Rusty hadn't known her then, and it was his friend, John, who had first met her and asked her out. They'd dated for almost six months when they were just nineteen.

Stroking his cock and grinning at how it worked him up, she would tell him of their spectacular sex. John and Maria had fucked like minks for months before the thrill wore off and they decided it was better to just be friends.

That was how she'd met Rusty. John would bring her over to the apartment that he, Rusty, and their other friend, Mark, shared while at university. Rusty, now her husband, had been one of the group of guys and smattering of girls that made up their current circle of friends.

They still kept in touch and saw each other often. Rusty would kid her about John, pretending to get jealous about all the times he'd heard them fucking in John's bedroom at the large apartment the guys shared while in college.

After Maria and John had declared themselves just friends, guys crawled out of the woodwork to get a chance with her. Rusty's best friend and roommate, Mark, had made his pitch, but was shot down when she told him Rusty had already asked her out and she'd agreed.

There'd been a brief period where things were strained between the two close friends, but they resolved it. Mark's annoyance disappeared as suddenly as it had begun, much to Rusty's relief at not losing such a trusted friend.

Ultimately, Rusty had won her body and heart, and was now the man she married and made love to.

Coming back from his reverie, Rusty thought about how it would feel to be filmed while screwing the beauty sitting next to him.

"I think doing it like they are, in our own bedroom without a huge number of people hovering around like in real movies would be fun."

"You always said you'd love to see what we look like fucking." She grinned and took another deep swig of wine.

"You're gorgeous, and that body." He shook his head as he leered at his wife.

"So you'd like to do something like this?" She waved her hand at the television where a couple were on their bed, screwing in the missionary position. A camera was on a tripod at the foot of the bed, facing the junction of their bodies.

His legs were spread, allowing the camera to film their most personal parts. The scene would alternate between the camera's view and of them on the bed. Watching his cock sliding in and out of her, only their legs and crotches visible, fueled a fire in Rusty.

These people could be anyone. No one could identify them as they rutted for the camera, and it was sexy as hell.

They watched as the couple paused, and he pulled out and got off her. She was on her back, legs spread wide as he moved the camera to the side of the bed. Raising it up, he positioned the camera, then got back on top of her.

They resumed doing it, but now he was on his knees between her legs. The camera captured his cock sliding in and out. After a minute, he sped up, then pulled his hips back, leaving her pussy.

He leaned forward, stroking his cock rapidly. After several yanks, he came, spurting white cum. It flew out, landing on her belly and full bush. One shot hit her tit, and she ran a finger through it as he finished.

The show cut to the couple, now wrapped in robes and seated in a living room, talking with another man who interviewed them. They were saying how many downloads their video they'd gotten, and the amount of money generated.

All for filming themselves fucking, editing the footage and uploading it.

"Shit. We do that most every night." She looked at him, her brows raised.

He looked at her. "We could make some money."

Her smile slowly grew on her face. "You'd be okay with the whole world watching me naked, getting laid?"

He frowned, then looked away at the television. Another couple were being interviewed, and the scene cut to their video.

"Look," he said, pointing. On the screen, the new couple were naked but wearing masks. The ornate type with feathers and rhinestones.

"You can't tell who they are," Maria said as they watched the woman bounce. Her tits moved hypnotically.

"Don't we have those masks from the Mardi Gras party last year?" he asked, a light in his eye.

She couldn't stop her grin and nodded. "They're in the closet."

"We have a video camera. My dad gave it to me after he couldn't figure out how to use it."

She giggled and drained her glass. "Wanna fuck on film?"

He laughed and nodded. "Hell yeah! Let's give it a try and see what it looks like." He bounced off the couch, grinning like a little boy as he held out his hand.

She shook her head, then stood, taking his hand. Her eyes twinkled when she asked, "I'm gonna regret this, aren't I?"

He laughed as they walked down the hall. "Maybe. What the hell? We're broke and need money. If people will pay to watch us fuck, then the hell with it."

"Oh, my God," she said and laughed.

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Rusty got the camcorder out and attached to a tripod he'd had in the closet. Maria found the masks, then went off to take a quick shower.

After the camera was turned on and pointing at the bed, he adjusted a few controls, then looked around. He turned on both bedside lamps to add to the light from the overhead fixture.

"That should do it," he said to himself. Just then, Maria came out, wrapped in a towel.

"Your turn."

As he walked toward her and the bathroom, he gestured at what he'd done. "I've got it ready with a blank tape. It'll film us from the side."

She giggled and kissed him. As she walked toward the bed, she pulled at the towel and let it drop, turning to face him.

"Don't take too long. Your porno actress will be waiting for you," she said in a low, husky voice. She broke the spell by giggling, then hopping on the bed, making her plush tits wobble.

Rusty watched her tight ass move as she crawled onto the bed, then flopped down on her back. She looked over, seeing him, and spread her legs. Her fingers moved down, spreading her lips. One dallied at the nub at the top of her slit, just visible through her thick pubic hair, as other fingers moved up and down her pussy.

"Damn, woman," he said in a low growl, then hurried to the bathroom, his cock already half-way there. It was one of the fastest showers he'd ever taken.

After he'd dried himself and brushed his teeth, he strode out naked, his semi chub bouncing in front of him. Maria was still idly touching herself, and he could smell her pussy as he walked over to the camera.

"I love your scent." He turned on the camera and double checked it was ready. He pushed the button and watched the small rectangle light up, showing his loving wife on her back, naked.

He made a few changes to the camera's orientation, then flipped the view screen to point toward the bed.

"All set," he said and went around the tripod, then got onto the bed. He handed her a mask and put his on, taking a moment to be sure it was snug. It covered their eyes, nose and part of the forehead, leaving their lips and chins bare.

She giggled when she looked over at him. "You look goofy naked with only that mask on."

He wiggled his eyebrows, but only one was visible behind the asymmetric mask. "You look good enough to eat."

He laid next to her, on the far side of the camera and kissed her, careful to not bump masks as his hands wandered her body, keeping her as exposed as possible. After all, almost everyone who'd pay to watch their videos would want to see Maria, not his hairy ass.

She sighed as his hand mauled her boobs, then pinched her large, pink nipples. He took one into his mouth as his hand stroked her side, reaching down and cupping her smooth, taut ass cheek. His hand wandered from her ass, along the curve of her hip and over her full black bush.

His fingers slid over her pussy, diddling the nub at the top of her slit. She still had her bush, a thick triangle that drew to a narrow patch of light fur at the top of her snatch. Stray straight, black hairs grew on the skin on either side of her pussy lips. She'd offered to shave, but he loved the natural look.

"Hmm, I'm probably gonna want to trim that." She wiggled her hips as his fingers slid through her wet lips. He kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin on her neck and shoulder.

"Yeah, I guess. We could film me shaving you. That might be a fun video." She giggled and kissed him before he went back to suckling her skin.

He thought of making that video, and of what this one might look like. This was a trial run, something to see what they looked like on film, and what they might need to adjust for the real thing. They'd probably need to change more than his wife's bush in order to make a good quality video.

Pushing the technical thoughts aside, he went back to the business of fucking his wife in their first trial porno.

He pulled his butt back, angling his hard cock to slide between her legs as he lifted her leg. Pushing forward, his dick slid along her lips. His fingers moved back to her clit, lightly twiddling it as the top of his cock grew slick.

He could see their bodies were in the shot on the small screen a few feet away. Her teardrop boobs hung to the side, wobbling as her body moved with each of his thrusts. The scent of her arousal wafted around them, and he wished that could be caught on tape. They'd sell millions of videos if that were possible.

Her upper leg rested along his hip, her foot wobbling as his hips thrust against her. He could barely make out the head of his cock as it emerged from between her legs with each push.

She bucked under his hand, and he knew she was approaching orgasm. He slowed, then pulled his dick away. She groaned and wiggled her hips against him.

"Where are you going?" she asked petulantly. He chuckled, then pulled away from her, freeing his arm from under her. She rolled onto her back, looking up at him.

He wiggled his eyebrows at her, then leaned down to kiss her. His hand wandered her boob for a moment, then he slid down her body.

His mouth kissed, licked and sucked her young, tasty skin as his hands wandered to other parts of her. He ended up on his belly between her spread legs.

Glancing at the viewscreen, he saw it captured their bodies, but her leg closest to the camera blocked her groin. He pushed her thigh, lowering her leg onto the mattress. A quick glance at the camera showed her in all her glory.

With a grin over her bush, his mouth descended and latched onto her womanhood. Maria groaned as his tongue explored her.

Maria's pussy was the fount of the most amazing taste Rusty had ever been lucky enough to sample. She was sweet, tangy and sometimes earthy, if that was a word. His face pressed to her lips, his tongue exploring his wife's treasure.

Flicking up and down, he explored the soft skin between her thigh and outer lips. Maria arched her back as he buzzed her clit, a cute little button at the top of her pussy.

She'd told him many times how she loved when he ate her out and told him no other man had made her cum on his tongue.

He'd doubted that last claim, but knew she said it to make him feel good. He had a pretty good idea of how many men she'd fucked before his friend John started dating her and bringing her over to hang out and spend the night.

He knew after that much action, some guy had to have gotten her off orally. He didn't mind. That was all before they got together. It got him off thinking about it, and he'd been with plenty of girls before her as well.

Her sexual past made no difference to him. She'd ended up with him. Had said yes when he'd proposed and married him. The past was the past, and it was sexy as fuck to think about all the other guys who had worshipped this awesome, curvy and tasty body before him.

As his tongue pulled her musky, sweet nectar from her body, he thought of the many guys who had been right here, making memories of what she felt like, tasted like. They'd fucked her. She'd blown them and they'd jizzed down her throat. He wondered how many had cum inside her various holes.

A few had fucked her ass. She'd said it was just okay, but preferred vaginal sex instead. It wasn't really his thing, either, he'd decided after they'd done it a few times.

Something that always got him hot was that she had a streak of exhibitionism in her. She got off on telling him about the times she'd fucked in interesting places and ways.

But rather than make him jealous, it instead inflamed his desire for her. He would fantasize about what it would look like to watch another guy fucking her as her naked body moved against his. He'd known a few of the guys she'd been with before, and it put faces to the fantasies.

She was moaning now, bringing him back to the present. His tongue had been on automatic, and he redoubled his efforts to get her off. His fingers slid into her and wiggled, finding that spot and making her grind down on the invading digits.

A few seconds more, and she cried out as her back arched. A flood of thick, sweet cum oozed out over his tongue as he moved his focus to her clit, buzzing it.

She spasmed, then pushed feebly at his head. "Stop, stop, stop," she muttered weakly. He slowed, then stopped, his face pressed to her pussy, breathing in her heavenly aroma.

After a few moments, he kissed her clit lightly, and chuckled when she gasped. He pulled back and sat up, then got off the bed and checked the camera, seeing it still had plenty of film.

He sat on the side of the bed opposite the camera, his stiff cock pointing up at an angle from his lap as he leaned over and kissed her. She opened her eyes, and he pushed some errant strands of hair off her mask.

"You are so damn beautiful."

She smiled up at him in that way that made his heart melt. This smile she had only for him reached her eyes, making them glow. The look she had told him with no words of the love she felt.

Her hand reached and grasped his cock, moving up and down his hard shaft.

"I think someone needs some attention." She grinned, then pushed him back and sat up.

He turned, then laid down on his back as she kneeled by his waist. She bent over, her ass in the air as she took him into her mouth. Rusty sighed and placed a hand on the back of her head as she held him at the base of his dick, her head moving up and down.

His hips moved in time with her, and he looked around, then remembered the camera and chuckled when he realized what the shot was just then.

"Babe."

She mumbled something around his cock, deep in her mouth.

"Um, babe. I think you might want to get on my other side."

She sucked on his shaft, lifting off with an audible pop. Looking over at him, she asked, "Why?"

He grinned and pointed at the camera. She turned her head to look behind her and squealed, throwing herself flat over his thighs.

"Holy shit! That thing was practically up my ass," she giggled.

"I can't wait to see that shot," he laughed and slid over as she moved around, then kneeled facing the camera.

"You're bad." She licked his cock, holding it upright with one hand.

"You're the one being filmed sucking cock." He yelped when she nipped the tip of his dick.

She resumed her blowjob, her tits moving magically as her upper body bounced over him. He wrapped a hand around her ass, his fingers searching for her warm center between her legs. Once found, his digits roamed, spreading her wetness.

After a few minutes, he tapped her back. She lifted off him and kneeled next to him, her arms pushing her tits together.

"Damn," he said in a low voice, shaking his head. "You are so friggin' hot."

Her hand stroked his dick, keeping it pointing up.

"Let's get some film of us screwing."

She giggled. "You don't have to ask me twice! How do you want to do it?"

His brows furrowed for a moment. "How about this? Let's do missionary and get it from the side for a while, then I'll get on my back and you ride me. But for that, let's have the camera pointing at your ass so we can see everything."

She let out a little squeal as she lay down on her back. "That's so damn sexy. We'll be able to see you cum in me."

"Exactly," he said as he kneeled between her legs. He pulled her legs apart, pushing the knee closest to the camera flat as he scooted forward. With one hand, he aimed himself and pushed into her.

He pulled back, then pushed back in. Over and over, they fucked, bouncing together on the bed. After a minute of kneeling, he spread her legs wide and laid down on top of her.

His ass bounced up and down as he fucked her hard. She met every thrust with one of her own, her arms pulling him close as they kissed. Her spread knees bobbed a few inches above the mattress as grunts and moans filled the room while they rutted for the camera.

A few minutes later, he felt his balls tingle. He slowed, then stopped, catching his breath, his stiff cock pulsing inside her.

"I'm getting too close."

She held him to her, her hands wandering his back as her legs wrapped around his ass.

"Wanna do it the other way? With me on top of you now?" she asked, her breath heavy.

He nodded, then lifted his head and kissed her, smiling widely. They disengaged, and he rolled over.

She looked at the camera and pointed. "Why don't you put your head near that? Then we can film me from the front for a while. Get a few minutes on tape, then we'll whip around and get the shot from between our legs when you shoot."

He chuckled. "I think we've found our director." He kissed her, then did as she asked, laying flat with his head at the edge of the bed closest to the camera. He looked back and saw the image upside down on the viewfinder. His head was partially visible, leaving most of the screen showing his sexy wife.

She was on her knees, and he watched her body move. Her teardrop boobs swayed as she threw her leg over him and settled onto his lap. Her hips slid over him, spreading her wetness over his hard dick. She leaned down, her boobs forming soft, fleshy pendulums as she kissed him.

Sitting up, she raised herself, aimed his cock and sunk down onto him slowly. Once the head of his cock was inside her, she leaned back, both hands steadying herself on the bed as she bottomed out. He pushed his hips up, forcing as much of himself into her as possible.

They fucked slowly, occasionally kissing. Then she'd lean back, her tits moving in their hypnotic orbits over her chest. He hoped the camera was getting the view of his wet, glistening cock sliding in and out of her. They really needed to trim her down there so her lips were fully visible.

After a few minutes, he pulled her down, his arms wrapped around her as they kissed. "Let's turn it around, I'm getting close."

She kissed the tip of his nose, then nodded and lifted off him.

They positioned his knees to hang off the edge of the bed, nearest the tripod. She climbed onto him, her ass pointing at the camera. He peered around her shoulder, then shifted them over so her butt was centered on the small screen.

"You sure are getting plenty of ass close-ups," he said, laughing.

She gave him a look and dropped onto him, squishing his balls as she drove his cock deep into her pussy.

He yelped. "Jeez! I'm just kidding." He looked up at her, his hands going to her hanging tits. "Fuck me, my love."

She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, then lifted herself and fell back onto him. Her hips wiggled, then lifted and fell, over and over as she set the pace of their lovemaking.

He thought about how it looked to the camera. He'd want to get shots like this when they filmed it for real. The up-close and personal angles some porn videos captured where the view centered on the cock going in and out of the pussy always got him so hot.

How the woman's lips slid over the hard cock as it pushed its way into her.

He loved how flexible a pussy was. The lips changing shape as the dick went in, then out. It would pucker when penetrated, then pout as the cock withdrew.

Then he'd cum inside her.

Something about the act of sperm ejaculating into an open, unprotected pussy drove him to peak levels of horniness. This was what fucking was all about. At least at the most primal level.

Insemination.

The man winning the female and seeding her. Making her take his cum, hoping his sperm would find an egg and impregnate her, making her bear his child.

Maybe she wouldn't get pregnant, but his essence would be inside her for days, swimming and searching.

And there, at the back of his mind, was his unspoken fantasy of his woman having that done to her by another man as he watched.

He knew there were words for that. Nasty words, meant to hurt and belittle the man.

Cuckold. When a man watches his woman get fucked by a better man.

But that wasn't his thing. Not at all. He didn't want a better man to take her away and own her.

He wanted to see it happen in the third person. And also to do it to her himself, of course.

But to watch it happen would be so damned sexy. Maria was gorgeous, a moving work of art, her body undulating as she fucked.

No, he didn't seek the humiliation most men seemed to want in the videos of wives being shared.

He wanted to stand back and enjoy her beauty as her passion soared.

Of course, he'd want to fuck the other guy's wife, too. It was only fair if she got to do it, then he should, too.

But he wanted to watch his wife get laid and creamed first. Or last, it didn't matter. He just didn't want to miss that moment.

Whatever. To each his own.

Maria switched her movements, now grinding her pelvis on his pubic bone, maximizing her contact with him, stimulating her clit. She moaned, and he wrapped her ass in his hands, lifting her up and helping her down while spreading her cheeks for the camera.

She bucked, and he felt his orgasm coming quickly. This always got them both off. She'd grind on him, using his body to cum on as he thrust as deep inside her as possible.

She cried out and came as his hips pushed her up. His mind exploded as he pumped his sperm into her, knowing his balls had risen and hardened as he ejaculated deep inside his wife.

They ground and moaned together, the camera catching that magic moment when his seed shot into her pussy. He felt their wetness change and slowed his movement.

Still moving his hips slowly, he pulsed inside her, trying to get every drop he had into her.

She'd only recently allowed him to cum in her, explaining how she didn't care for the mess and how squishy it felt after. He'd explained what it meant to him to do that, and she'd agreed, grinning and saying a husband should be able to plow and seed his wife's field.

She sighed and fell on top of him, her ass spread and pussy coated with cum dribbling out of her as the camera silently recorded it all.

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"You can hook this up to the television, right?" She brought two full wine glasses over and put them on the coffee table.

"Yeah, just a few wires to connect." He got the camera plugged in, then fiddled with some buttons. The sound of the tape rewinding filled the room for a minute, then stopped.

He turned on the set, changed the input, then reached over and pressed the play button. The image swam, then settled as he sat next to her. She'd put on some panties, explaining she didn't want his cum leaking onto the couch.

He was naked, but they'd both cleaned themselves before coming out to the living room. She grabbed a throw blanket and set it over their legs.

Rusty pulled her to him, his arm around her and his hand lightly cupping her naked tit as she leaned against him.

The image came into focus, then the sound of them both talking about what they wanted filmed. He held up the small remote and forwarded it until they got to the action.

"Fuck, that's hot," she said, wiggling her bare shoulder against him.

"It sure is. But it's kinda hard to see." His eyes squinted a few times as they moved around on screen.

"It's not very good video quality, huh?" she asked.

"I think we need better lighting. Think about movie sets and stuff. They have lights all around. I think I see why."

She nodded as her previous self was eaten on the bed. Shaking her head, she said in a soft, hoarse voice, "That's really sexy. I didn't know we looked like that."

"You're sexy. Look at how smooth your skin is. How the lines of your body change when you move. Your tits do amazing things when you're on your back."

She laughed. "I love looking at you. How your muscles bunch up on your back and ass when you kiss me down there. No wonder you make me cum so hard."

They sipped wine and watched themselves make love. They made comments occasionally about the film quality, how they needed to clean the bedroom, and what they looked like.

It was clear some shots wouldn't turn out so well with one camera. His head between her legs looked hot from the side, but only for a short time. They realized other angles would be better to get clearer shots of the action. This kind of attention to detail would make a good video that much better.

When they got to the part where she blew him, her butt facing the camera, she groaned.

"Oh, shit. Is my ass that huge?"

"What? Are you kidding me? It's amazing."

"It looks big like that." She folded her arms under her tits and frowned.

"Your ass is perfect, it's just too close to the camera. It distorts the image." He leaned forward, then grinned and pointed. "I love how your pussy looks this close. It's gorgeous."

She peered at the part of her she'd never seen from that angle. The spot between her pussy and butthole. "I need to shave down there." He nodded, but kept quiet.

They watched more, then saw where she'd faced the camera and put him inside her. She leaned forward, her eyes glued to the TV.

"That's sexy as fuck," he said in a low voice. "I love how it looks going inside you like that."

"Too much hair. I really need to trim that jungle."

He laughed and squeezed her boob. As they watched themselves fucking, they commented on the quality of the shot, as well as how long each camera position remained interesting.

"I think we'll need to take frequent breaks to move the camera around. Too much in any one position gets boring."

She slapped his arm and pushed his hand off her tit. "You're getting bored watching us?"

He saw the look in her eye and his eyebrows rose. "No! I meant for other people who're gonna watch us. We need to keep switching up camera angles to keep it all fresh." He put his hand back on her tit, pinching her nipple, and she giggled.

After a few minutes, they moved around on the TV, and her butt faced the camera again, making her groan. She lined him up and he entered her.

"I love these shots," he said as he smiled, watching his cock slide in and out of his wife's beautiful pussy. Her lips moved just like he'd hoped.

Thankfully, he'd moved a lamp to be right by the camera, and the video quality wasn't bad. They watched, both breathing hard, as she fucked him on the screen. In a shorter time than they remembered, she came, and he did, too, shooting himself inside her.

"Holy crap! Your balls shrivelled up when you came." She giggled, her hand reaching over and cupping him under the blanket.

"You told me before that's what they do when I cum in your mouth."

"Oh! Wow, look at that." She leaned forward again, staring at where his white cum coated his cock. It still moved slowly in and out of her, pulling his sperm out, spreading around her lips as he moved.

"That's what I'm talking about. How's that for a money shot?" He beamed, then squeezed her tit and kissed her.

She giggled and kissed him back. After they broke the kiss, he pressed the stop button, and they took a sip of wine.

"I thought the money shot was when they filmed the guy shooting onto the girl, not inside her."

He nodded. "Yeah, most of the time that's what they show. I guess cumming inside the girl feels incredible, but it doesn't really translate to video as well. Feeling is one thing, but you can only see and hear when you watch one of these."

"Yeah, huh." She nodded, then looked over at him, one eyebrow raised and a small smirk on her face.

He looked back at her.

She laughed. "So, are we gonna do this? For real?"

He took a deep breath. "What do you think?"

She looked over at the TV, the images of them naked long gone. "It was pretty hot. If we can figure out how to make it better, I think we could make some bucks."

"And you're okay doing this?"

She shrugged. "Really, what do we have to lose? We're broke and will be thrown out of here if we don't raise some cash. Might as well go out with a bang, huh?"

"A bang." He laughed, and she smiled at him.

Her eyes twinkled when she said, "I know someone who might be able to help us do this more professionally."

Rusty smiled at her. "I think you're right. He's done videos before. I bet he has better equipment we could use."

"I could offer to blow him so he would lend us what we need." She looked at him with wide eyes, trying to look innocent.

Rusty laughed. "John would love that. It's been how long since you did that to him?"

She frowned, putting a finger to her lips. "Hmm, how long now? A couple of weeks, at least. Yes, that's it." She held the pose, then giggled.

"My ass," he said and pushed her back onto the couch. His cock stiffened quickly as he ground against her crotch.

He pulled off her panties, then pounced back onto her, shoving himself deep inside her wetness. She arched her back, moaning as he fucked her.

She gripped his ass in her hands, pulling her to him as she came. "This is my ass." She cried out with passion as they made furious love.

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"You're gonna do what?"

"Make sex videos and upload them. People are making bucks doing that." Rusty looked over at Maria, then back at their friend John.

John looked at Rusty, then at Maria. "You're onboard with this?" He smiled, one corner of his mouth curling.

She nodded. "Yep. We looked at several of them, and we can do at least as good. Hopefully better if we can borrow some higher quality equipment." She batted her eyelashes at him and pushed her elbows together, making her tits almost pop out of her thin V-neck shirt.

John laughed and turned to Rusty, tearing his eyes away from the tits he'd used to maul nightly years ago. Rusty grinned at his friend, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

"You guys are serious." John looked his friend in the eye.

Rusty nodded, his smile slipping. "Yeah. We're in a bit of a bind. My project got cancelled and they laid off the entire department. Almost a hundred people."

"And my hours got cut in half." Maria sighed.

"This seems like a good way to raise some quick cash." Rusty shrugged and took a deep pull from his beer, then sat back on John's sofa. Maria leaned back and pressed lightly to his side.

"Well, fuck. That sucks." John nodded and sighed. "Alright, I'll tell you what I can do."

Both Maria and Rusty sat up.

"You've got a pretty good camcorder and tripod already, you said. I've got that, too, and more than enough for internet resolution. I'll loan you that, and a few good lights on movable stands. That'll help improve the quality in both cameras."

"Wow, man. Thanks."

John nodded. "No problem, it's stuff I have lying around. When you two are rich porn stars, just remember who your friends are, okay?"

They both laughed. "Thanks, John," Maria said, smiling at him. Rusty watched, noting the affectionate look in her eyes. He shrugged mentally, unbothered by the platonic affection they had for each other.

John was about Rusty's height, with well groomed brown hair, but thinner, with a slightly more defined physique. His neatly trimmed, thin mustache wiggled as he grinned at his old girlfriend.

John and Maria had been hot and heavy for almost six months until they cooled things off. He never knew exactly why they'd agreed to that. Especially John. Rusty would never willingly give up Maria.

He guessed that was why he was married to her, and John wasn't. It all worked out for the best, he thought.

"So do you guys have any idea how to do this?" John asked as he emptied his beer. He got up, waved at theirs and, seeing their nods, went into the kitchen.

"More or less. We saw a show on cable, and that gave us the idea. We did a sample video with my dad's camcorder in our bedroom to see what it would look like."

John came back and handed them both a can.

"Oh? Did you bring it over? I could critique it for you." He took a swig of his beer, and his face gave nothing away.

Rusty opened his mouth, then closed it. Was he serious?

Maria's laugh got his attention.

"You dog! You'd love that." She laughed, and John joined her as they looked at the other. Rusty joined in a moment later.

"Sorry, sometimes old memories make you say dumb things."

"It's cool dude. I get it." Rusty glanced at Maria. "As a matter of fact, I just happen to have it in the car."

Her head whipped around, eyes wide as she stared at him. No one spoke for a heartbeat, then another. His eyes flicked from his wife to John.

The realization that Maria just might want John to see their video made him pause. He almost laughed, then thought about getting mad.

But they were borrowing equipment to film an even better quality video of Maria getting fucked. Hopefully, thousands of people will watch it, and pay them for it.

Would it matter if the man that had fucked her almost daily for six months watched it, too?

"Do you really?" Maria's eyes seemed to sparkle. Or was that anger? He wasn't sure.

"I'm just messing with you guys. No, I don't have it with me." He shook his head and chuckled, but watched them out of the corner of his eye as he lifted his can to his lips.

John seemed to deflate a little, and Maria sat back. He could see her plush boobs rising and falling as her stiff nipples poked against her thin shirt. Was she aroused?

"You shit," she said, laughing and slapped his arm, making his beer slosh and splash on his shirt. "Now I should make you go get it and show him."

He grinned at her, raising his chin and wiggled his eyebrows.

She raised hers, too, and said, "Or I might just drag John off to the bedroom and fuck him senseless while you film us. Make a second video. How'd you like that?"

She chuckled, but he wasn't sure if there wasn't something else in that laugh. For only a moment, he pictured himself moving around a bed, camera in hand, as he filmed John on top of her, thrusting as they both moaned as he came deep inside her. The thought made his cock twitch.

"I can't wait to see how this'll turn out," John said as he laughed and stood. "Come on, guys. I'll show you what I've got and how to use it." He led them down the hall to his spare bedroom.

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Maria moaned, her back arched, the back of her head pressing into her pillow as her body slid up and down the mattress. He lay on top of her, his hips churning as he fucked her.

The camera was on the tripod at the foot of the bed, just like they'd seen the other people do on the TV show. He'd already moved it around a few times.

They'd stuck pretty close to the script. John had given them some advice as he showed them his equipment. He asked them what clothes they'd wear during the short plot-stuff, as he called it, before they got down to the sex.

Starting with them falling to the bed, loosely clothed, wearing the ornate masks, they kissed and stripped each other. Quickly revealing their bodies, Maria had him roll onto his back and she'd blown him.

Pausing before she took him in her mouth, Rusty had reached over and turned on the hand-held camera. Holding it as steady as possible as the camera on the tripod next to the bed caught the action from the side, he filmed his wife slowly making love to his hard cock.

Maria's tongue slid up the underside of his cock as her beautiful face, half-covered by the garish mask, filled the small viewscreen, then reached the top as her lips slipped over the head of his dick. She angled down and lowered herself onto him, taking him deep into her mouth until the tip touched the back of her throat.

Up and down, her head moved, and Rusty caught it all on tape. The lights John had loaned them were doing a fantastic job, letting the cameras catch all the up close and personal action clearly.

They'd done a few quick test videos, experimenting with where to best put the lights suspended on movable arms. They had two, placed out of view of the camera, their bases behind pieces of bedroom furniture. With one camera fixed on a tripod, they'd fucked and had oral sex with it behind them, on the side near the head of the bed.

They tried various heights, adjusting the angle from level to almost looking down from the ceiling. After cuddling naked on the couch, they watched the film snippets, taking notes of what looked best and discussing the script and the sequence of sex acts they were to film for their first video.

He had Maria's legs bent back, her knees near her shoulders as he spread his legs. The camera about a foot behind the bed recorded his cock plunging in and out of his wife's pussy. He'd gotten hard as they sat on the couch, watching that test video the other day.

The sight of his newly shaven balls and pubic area slamming against Maria's similarly hairless lips was erotic as hell. The diffused light he put next to the camera ensured a crisp, clear image.

They figured about five minutes in each position would be sufficient. Rusty would pull it off the tapes into the computer and edit it to blend seamlessly using some software he'd borrowed from John.

Maria moaned loudly under him. He remembered to make more noise than usual, hoping it would be caught on the tape. He still wasn't sure how much audio would be used, and how much, if any, music to have on the final cut. They'd have to experiment and see what worked best.

After a few more thrusts, he slowed, then stopped, both of them catching their breaths.

"Let's try doggie," he said as he kissed her. Their masks got in the way, and his slid to the side, making her giggle. He pulled out and let her stretch her legs.

"Damn, you were pounding me." He watched as she arched her back, her bare, beautiful tits rising as she extended her legs to get the kinks out.

"I can't wait to see that footage." He slid over and got off the bed, then went to the camera and checked. "Still going, and we have plenty of tape."

She rolled and got on her hands and knees. After a final check her ass was in position on the camera, he got onto the bed, his knees perched near the edge and put his hands on either side of her plush ass. His stiff cock slid around her lips, and he moved his hips, dragging the tip of his cock up and down between her pussy and crinkled butthole.

He pushed against her opening, and she shivered. Grinning at him over her shoulder, she said, "Hey! We didn't talk about you going in there."

He chuckled. "Just having a bit of fun." He wiggled his eyebrows, but they were covered by the asymmetric mask. "Maybe some other video one day."

Lining himself up, he pushed between her slick lips, slowly entering her. His legs were spread, and he slid into her, taking his time until he felt the tip of his cock touch the entry to her womb.

She'd always been just large enough to take him completely, and he always felt she was made only for him. Rusty knew she'd been with lots of guys before they met, just as he'd had many young women.

It always excited him more to hear about her with other guys before they met. She'd listen, and occasionally get worked up listening to him talk about his sexual past, but usually liked to do it more than talk about it, whereas images of other guys doing to her what he was doing at that moment fueled his lust.

Maybe that's why he took so quickly to the idea of filming them together. Sure, it was a way to make a quick buck, and fun and nasty as fuck, but it was also the stuff of fantasies.

Images of men of all kinds, sitting in front of their computers, jerking off to a video of her naked and fucking, made Rusty hot. Her tits flying and her pussy shoved full of her husband's cock, getting them off, was an image that flashed across his mind as he thrust into her.

He wondered how many gallons of cum would be ejaculated because of his sexy, naked wife in the next few weeks once they uploaded their video.

She had a great body, still in her early-twenties, with larger than average boobs, a slim waist and an ass she said she'd been complimented on since puberty worked its magic on her. They both visited the gym several times a week, and he knew his body was in good shape.

"Hey, I'm going to get a shot from above." He slowed, then stopped, still deep inside her.

She panted and lowered her head, resting her forehead on the pillow. "Okay."

He reached over, but couldn't reach the camera on the side table. The effort made a leg slip off the mattress, and he fell sideways, his cock sliding out of her as he tumbled.

With a thud, he landed on his back, his cock straight up and wobbling.

Maria sat up and spun around, looking down at him. "Oh, my God. Are you alright?" She couldn't keep the laughter from her words as she looked at him, his mask hanging from some hair on the top of his head as he looked around.

He laughed with her. "Yeah. I slipped."

"Goofball," she said and smiled as he got up, adjusted his mask and took the small camera. He turned it on as she kneeled on the bed, facing him.

As the image resolved on the flip-out screen, he pointed it at his wife. She had her hands on the bed, palms down. Her elbows trapped her tits, pushing them together and creating an impressive length of cleavage.

"Damn, you're gorgeous." He shook his head and zoomed back. The end of his cock came into the bottom of the viewfinder, and he stepped forward, the camera recording each movement.

She looked at his dick as it approached her mouth, and giggled when he lightly tapped it on her closed lips. His hips moved, making it trace a pattern over her lips and chin until she opened her mouth and sucked him in.

Rusty couldn't muffle a moan as he moved closer. Her head moved methodically, her lips sliding along his cock as he slowly moved the camera, catching her giving him amazing head from various angles.

A few minutes later, he stopped the recording. "Babe, you're getting me close, and I still want to do a few more things."

She sucked him deep, then released him, grinning. "What's next?"

"Let's get some with you on top. I'll hold this camera and we'll have the stationary one pointing at you from behind my shoulder." He moved the tripod to a spot near the head of the bed.

"Can you move over there?" He pointed to the center of the bed, and made a few adjustments to the camera as she kneeled, waiting. He turned a knob and raised the camera, then locked it into position, checking the image looked good on the small screen.

"Okay. I think this will work." He got on the bed and kissed her as they knelt, facing each other.

"I love you," she said after they broke the kiss.

"I love you, too. This is going to be so damn sexy." He chuckled, then laid down on his back.

She climbed onto him, but he stopped her. "Let me get you doing that with this." He held up the hand-held and pressed the red button.

"Okay." She nodded, then crawled over to him, her hand holding his cock as she rubbed it. Facing the camera, she straddled her husband and pressed her shaved pussy, topped by a small triangle of short black hair, over his dick.

He held up the camera, getting a closeup of the spot where her spread lips covered him. She moved her hips, sliding along his shaft as she coated him with her essence. Only the tip of his cock was visible as she stopped, then started back down his shaft.

A few more passes and she lifted, taking his cock in her hand and aiming. He got the moment of penetration as she lowered herself. Inch by inch, he disappeared inside her until her small, trimmed landing strip nestled over his short pubes.

Maria lifted and fell, over and over, as she fucked her husband. His hand held the camera while the other roamed her body. His fingers would pinch her nipple as her soft, round boobs bounced.

After a few minutes, she leaned forward, both arms straight as her hands rested on his chest. Her hips sped up as she slammed herself down onto him.

He knew what was coming. She'd be cumming, and soon. After a year of dating and two married, they both knew each other's signs of impending orgasm.

He focused on her face as she ground on him. With his other hand, he pushed lightly against her boob, urging her to sit up. Her clenched eyes opened, and she looked at him, then nodded subtly.

Arching her back, Maria ground her hips as he focused on her face, moving the camera down over her torso, capturing the hypnotic way her tits undulated with each of her movements.

Just as her orgasm took her, she switched movements and bounced wildly on him. He pointed the camera to capture his soaked cock sliding in and out of her. Her lips slid over his shaft as she cried out above him.

After a few more bounces, she shivered and moaned loudly, then fell forward. He just had time to move the camera as his other hand wrapped around her heaving body as she ground on him, her face pressed to the side of his head.

"Oh, man, you're so damned sexy," she said quietly into his ear, her breaths ragged as she calmed. His cock pulsed inside her, still stiff.

He was holding his orgasm for the big finale. The money shot. That's what people wanted to see at the end of almost all the videos they'd watched so far.

She lifted her head and pulled off her mask, then pulled his off. She leaned down and kissed him, pressing her lips hard against his. Wiggling her hips, held him to her and moved her hips. His cock slid in and out of her.

"Wait," he said as she lifted her head. "We need to do the money shot."

She grinned and sat up, still deeply impaled on him, her hips moving slowly. Sighing, she said, "If you say so. Damn, that was sexy."

He chuckled, then urged with his hands for her to climb off him. She lifted, and he watched as his cock was slowly revealed as she let him leave her hot, wet pussy.

It fell against his stomach with a wet slap as her leg swung around. She fell back to lie next to him.

He sat up and pushed her butt over, making her lie partially on her side, facing the camera on the tripod next to the bed. She took the other camera and pointed it at him as he lifted her upper leg, placing her calf over his shoulder.

He handed the mask to her and put his on. Once settled, her legs spread wide, he shuffled forward, and aimed his cock at her gaping, red pussy.

"Are you getting this?" he asked, and she nodded. He could clip that audio out later during editing.

He leaned forward and slid easily into her velvety interior. He pushed deeply into her, using his body mass to move her back and forth. Her tits wobbled, and he hoped that showed up on the stationary camera. She held the other so that it captured the action close up between her legs.

This was the grand finale. A few minutes of him fucking her as hard as he could, then pulling out and shooting his cum all over her stomach. He wondered how far he could shoot, and if he'd reach her sexy tits.

He thought he used to shoot that far when he masturbated years ago. But at the elderly age of twenty-three, he didn't get quite the distance he achieved in his teens. Either way, he'd do his best to make it look sexy.

After all, he was doing this as a proxy for hopefully thousands of other men as they watched this video. They'd all picture themselves between her legs, fucking her with their cocks. Feeling how amazing it was to be inside her stunning, sexy body.

They'd jack off, getting closer just as he knew he was. He'd fuck her. Then, when he was ready to shoot his cum deep into her body, claiming her in the most ancient way, he'd pull out and show the world how much sperm he had for her. What could have gone into her body had he stayed in there.

That's what this was all about. Giving these unseen men, and maybe some women, the fantasy of fucking his wife. Of knowing her in the most personal way possible, and, when they couldn't hold back any longer, to shoot their sperm inside her.

"I'm close," he whispered, and Maria lifted the camera, pointing it to where he'd be shooting onto her. They'd talked about this moment, and she nodded to him.

A few more thrusts, and he felt the first rope of cum burst out of his balls. It travelled through the thick vein in his cock as he slammed forward, erupting deep inside her.

He pulled back and arched his back as his cock slid out, a pulse of white, creamy cum rocketing out of the end. It flew forward and landed in a line along her stomach. He grinned when a clump fell into her bellybutton.

Pulse after pulse shot out, painting her body. One strand almost made it to her tit, but he wasn't complaining as his orgasm washed over him.

Maria lifted the camera, pointing it at his cock as it slid over her mound, spreading around a large puddle of cum. It moved over her lips, and he guided the tip of his dick down until it coated the inner lips of her pussy.

He pushed forward, his cum-covered cock entering her, pushing his sperm into her pussy. It mixed with the first part of his ejaculation inside her, making her slick as he pushed his pubic bone against hers.

He moved in and out a few times, then stopped, his chest heaving as he stayed inside his cum-filled wife. His cock flexed, pulsing as he tried to get the last few drops of cum into her.

There was nothing more satisfying than shooting his sperm into his wife. He guessed that was his kink. Knowing a cock was inseminating her.

He thought about the videos they'd seen where the guy came inside the woman. A few showed her pussy up close after that, dripping with cum. He'd actually cum as they watched one the other night. They were on the couch, the blanket over their naked bodies.

She wanked him slowly as his fingers played between her legs. They weren't trying to get the other off. It was more just for fun and it felt sexy as they watched the videos on the TV.

But man, when they showed his cock pulse as it slammed into her, then cut to the closeup of her pussy, it sent him over the edge.

Maria had shrieked when his cum shot out, coating her hand and the blanket. Neither had expected it, and she'd teased him the rest of the night about it.

That was until he pulled her legs over and spread them as she lay on her back on the couch. He dove between her legs and ate her out mercilessly until she came. He didn't stop, and she'd tried to push him away, but he held on and brought her to another orgasm quickly.

Only then had he relented and released her to gasp on the couch. He kneeled at the end of the couch, watching her breath as her wet, sticky pussy spasmed.

Remembering the running camera, Rusty pulled out and rolled over, falling onto his back next to her. He took the camera from her and switched it off.

"That was freaking amazing." She rolled over, and he wrapped her up in his arms. Their bodies pressed together, and he felt the cooling puddles of cum coat his stomach.

"You're amazing. People are gonna love watching you." He took off her mask, then his, and kissed her. They held each other for a few minutes before he got up. He turned off the other camera, then shut off the extra lights, bringing the brightly lit bedroom back to a more normal level.

"I can't wait to see this," he said as he detached the camera from the tripod.

"You made a big mess," she said, lifting herself up and running a finger down her slit. She brought it up and held it to him. A large dollop of cum dripped off it. "You came inside me."

He grinned and shrugged. "Sorry, but I still got the money shot."

She shook her head and smiled. "You horn dog. That's all you want to do anymore."

"Hell, yeah. You feel amazing. I want to cum in you all the time."

"Well, at least get it on film, I suppose. We sure need the cash." She laughed, then swung her legs over and got off the bed. "I'm gonna get cleaned up. Are you going to plug that into the TV?"

He nodded, gathering up the camera and cables. A small drop of sperm dripped off the tip of his cock.

"Hey!"

He looked up at her, his hands full.

"You're dripping, wipe that up." She shook her head and went into the bathroom, chuckling.

Later as they sat on the couch, Maria sipped her wine, then turned and grinned at her husband. "Damn, that was sexy."

"That's for sure." He pulled her closer, his arm around her as they sat under the throw blanket on the couch.

The television had just gone to static as their tape ended. He pushed the blanket away and stood, clad only in his boxers. His erect cock poked through the flap.

She giggled as he walked over to the TV. "Were you rubbing him under the blanket?"

He turned and grinned as the color rose in his cheeks. "Yup, guilty. That was so freaking hot watching you."

"You looked sexy, too. I love how your ass flexes."

"I know. Seeing it like this, it's like two other people doing it, but it's us." He shut off the TV and started ‌rewinding the tape.

"Put that thing away," she said, giggling as he turned to face her, his stiff cock pointing to a spot just over her head.

He looked down, then wiggled his hips, sending his dick whipping from side to side. Grinning, he said, "Come over here and I'll put it away. Somewhere nice and warm and wet and tight."

"You're goofy."

"Oh, yeah?" He pounced on her, and she shrieked, then tried to back away. He grabbed her wineglass and put it on the table, then pulled her legs so she ended up on her back on the long couch.

Pulling the blanket away, he pulled her arms, making her sit up. With one hand, he pulled her nightshirt up and off, throwing it to the side, leaving her naked.

He released her to fall back with a huff as he pulled off his underwear, then almost fell on top of her.

As they fucked on the couch, he asked her in a gasping voice, "So we're gonna become porno stars?"

He pushed deep into his wife as her legs wrapped around him.

She grunted and laughed. "Looks that way."

"We're gonna be famous. My cock and your amazing tits and ass."

"You nut!" She pulled his head down and they kissed as his hips pistoned against her.

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A week later, Rusty clicked on the keyboard with a flourish, then pressed the mouse button as he grinned.

"Honey? Can you come here for a minute?" Rusty called out to the sound of dishes being put away. She walked out of the kitchen, drying her hands with a small towel, and over to the corner of the living room where they had an oak computer hutch.

Their monitor filled most of the small space, the keyboard and mouse on a pull-out shelf. By his knees was their tall rectangular computer, the fans making their distinctive noise. A dot-matrix printer fed by a box of fan-folded paper sat on a shelf below the keyboard drawer.

On the screen was the video editing software showing scenes of them on the bed, wearing only their garish masks.

"It's ready. Want to see it?" He looked up at her and smiled.

Her eyes glittered as she asked, "How's it look?"

"I can plug the video into the TV." He stood, then fished a cable from behind the hutch, and snaked it over a few feet to their television. He pulled it back from the wall and attached the cable, then turned it on and selected the correct input.

Once the image from the computer was on the screen, he went over, clicked a few buttons, then maximized the screen.

Upbeat music with mainly synthesizers played as the screen came to life.

Rusty and Maria perched on the edge of the sofa, eyes on the screen as they watched themselves fucking on TV.

"Holy shit, look at you," he said, as his wife on screen kneeled on all fours. Her tits swayed under her as he pounded her from behind.

"Damn, that's sexy." She shook her head and grinned at him for a moment before turning back to the action.

They occasionally made comments about the filming or lighting as they watched. When it was over, they looked at each other.

"What do you think?"

She smiled and shrugged in her endearing way. "We made a porno!" They both laughed.

"Do you think people would want to watch it?"

Her eyebrows rose, and she exhaled. "I don't know. Maybe?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's hot that it's you and me. I think the video quality is just okay."

"I'd lose the silly eighties porno music, though. It's so last decade."

He looked at her indignantly. "Hey! It took a lot of searching to find that audio clip, download it with Napster and get it in there."

She laughed. "We couldn't hear anything else. I'd like to hear the sounds we make."

He nodded, rubbing his jaw. "Yeah, I guess so. I'll do that for the next one."

"The editing was pretty good I thought. I like the way you spliced it all together."

"That's what takes the most time after I sucked the video over from the camcorder. Getting it to seem like one continual fuck."

She giggled.

Laughing, he said, "You know what I mean."

She patted his leg. "I know. You did great." She looked at him with wide eyes. "Want to see if people will pay for it?"

He grinned. "I already opened an account on the website and set it up to deposit money into a new bank account I opened."

"You sneak!" She leaned over and kissed him. "Hey, did you make the short teaser clip?"

"Yeah." He stood and walked over to the computer, clicked a few things, then came back.

Another video started, this one without the music. It had short segments from each of the camera angles, ending as the first few shots of his cum landed on her.

"That's good. I think it'll make people want more."

"Thanks." He looked at her. "It's ready to upload. Should we?"

She took a deep breath and held it for a moment. "There's no way anyone will know it's us, right?"

"We had our masks on the whole time."

She bit her lower lip, then nodded. "Okay. Let's do it."

He grinned, then went over to the computer. After a moment, the familiar clicks and howls of the modem played, then quieted. He logged onto the website, tapped a few buttons, then was ready.

"Come over here."

She stood and walked over. He pointed at the green button with the word "Upload" on it.

"Click there."

She looked down at him, her brows raised. "Me?"

He nodded. "Yup. I want you to do it."

She sighed, then chuckled. "Oh, fuck it. What could go wrong?"

She took the mouse and clicked. The window changed to display the upload status.

"Two minutes and forty five seconds until we're porno stars," he said, laughing.

She wrapped her arms around him and kissed the side of his head as he watched the progress bar.

Finally, it dinged, and a fresh box told them congratulations.

"Now we wait and see what happens."

"I love you," she said and kissed him.

He reached over and cupped her tit.

"I love you too."