Husband Became My Film Director Ch. 04

Husband Became My Film Director.

Part 4.

After hours of discussion and rehearsal we were finally ready to record our twenty-minute video. For Mike and I, our preparation didn't feel anything like work. It was more fun than most people's hobbies.

What appealed most to me was that we weren't making a porn movie. We were making a video about making a porn movie.

It may not seem like much of a difference to some, but for us, it was the writing, planning and overall creative process that we were getting the most enjoyment from.

Obviously, Mike and I have no idea how the porn business really works, yet working together, using our imaginations and coming up with what we thought could be a realistic porn studio scenario was extremely satisfying for us both.

Finding the creative process so stimulating hasn't undermined our initial objective. Mike still gets turned on knowing strangers are seeing his wife's naked body and being seen is still what gets me wet.

Making the videos was becoming the vehicle for us to achieve that end, creative and sexual satisfaction.

Arrangements had been made for Eric to arrive between 6:30 and 7:00 that evening.

I could barely contain my excitement as the anticipation of recording our version of a porn video was building with each moment.

Mike spent his energy making sure the cameras were in perfect placement and our little movie set had nothing in the background that would be contrary to the theme.

He took down photos, beer signs, team logos and anything that would allow the viewer to assume the video was taken anywhere but a porn studio, including the liqueur bottles behind the bar. I was impressed.

Eric arrived at 6:30 on the dot.

I answered the door wearing only my robe, then led him down to our little studio where Mike was waiting, making last minute adjustments.

I looked at Eric and asked, "You good?" His response would astound both me and my husband.

"Absolutely!" he said, with a bit of playfulness in his tone. "My roommate Jill is a lesbian and she man-scapes me and I take care of her personal grooming needs".

"Yes, it's a little bit naughty we know but there's no sexual tension and it's fun for us". He then looked at us and said, "I'm your guy".

Eric had always been so shy around us, so hearing him share such personal information was mind-blowing. It took Mike and me a moment to comprehend what we had just heard.

Eric's admission left us stunned yet somewhat at ease concerning the video. That was the moment we became a team of three.

What happened next would cement our three-person alliance.

Eric, much more animated than we were used to, looked at me and said, in the most upbeat yet relaxing of tones, "Let's see", indicating for me to open my robe and reveal my pussy.

I was so shocked, I just slowly opened my robe and stared bug-eyed at my husband, while Eric inspected my pussy for the second time. Mike could not have been more pleased.

Eric eyed the pubic hair he was to remove for a few seconds, then stood up and said, "I brought my own razor and cream", holding up a tiny shaving kit.

I should have been mortified but instead I was euphoric.

The moment was interrupted when Mike said, "Let's have a dress rehearsal" then looked at me and continued, "In your case Tina, an 'undress' rehearsal".

Both men laughed while I was experiencing the most intense sensation, of what could only be described, as 'pleasurable humiliation', if there is such a thing.

I was relishing the exposure and felt as comfortable in the nude in the presence of Eric as if I were fully clothed. I closed my robe and prepared for our first dress-undress rehearsal.

Mike gave his final instructions then turned the cameras on so we could critique our performance afterwards.

We came to the part where I removed my robe to find the director was concerned that I had pubic hair.

"Is there a problem?" I asked.

"The script calls for a clean-shaven vagina", he replied. "If you are alright with the idea, I'll have someone from make-up take care of it, while we continue", he said.

"If it's in the script, it's part of the job", I replied.

Eric, playing the make-up employee entered from my left as I sat on the bar stool and spread my leg apart. He knelt down in front of me and pretended to be shaving my pussy while my husband, the director, gave me instructions.

Mike had written in detail the sex scenes of the fictional porn movie we were about to film. Listening to him describe who I would be with, the positions I would be in and what cameras to look towards while a complete stranger was fucking me was incredibly salacious.

The intensity had me wondering if someday Mike and I would have sex while someone else was behind the camera. It was the first time I had such a fantasy, but I started to become hopeful.

It was time to record our video, and we would follow the script from beginning to end.

There is no way to explain how I felt when Eric shaved my pussy for real, especially when I was leaning against the bar with my legs spread open and his razor gently went across my most sensitive area. It was all I could do to keep from having an orgasm while we filmed.

When the make-up artist was finished, I sat back on the stool, looked down at my freshly clean-shaven pussy and said, "Thank you".

Eric ad-libbed, "Just part of the job", as he exited the frame. Mike and I were thrilled.

As soon as we finished filming, Mike took to editing while I remained naked, talking with Eric.

I sat back on the stool and complimented him on his stylist skills, adding, "I'm as hairless as the day I was born. Great job, Eric!" finding it difficult to close my legs completely and unable to remember the last time my pussy felt so smooth.

Being naked in front of Eric had become somewhat second nature for me, but my husband never lost his enthusiasm.

Seeing his wife casually hanging out in the nude with his gay friend was a spectacle he never seemed to get bored of, and I was happy to oblige.

While Mike was finishing the editing process, Eric and I put the furniture back in its usual place.

Once completed, the three of us sat on the sofa to watch our video for the first time.

I had no intention of putting my robe back on, much to the delight of my husband.

After seeing and studying the short video, it was time to post it online. We were all in agreement that for our first time, the quality of the recording appeared to be somewhat professionally done.

Knowing it was permanently available for strangers to view, I had not the least bit of regret, rather I was jubilant.

I would later watch the video alone and masturbate. I would wonder what those who had viewed it thought, as I sat there while my pubic hair was being meticulously removed from my pussy. I often imagined the spectators were masturbating themselves.

Eric suddenly said something that would shock Mike and I, as much as his description of his living arrangements had earlier.

"I'm pretty good with a camera myself, so if you two would like me to video you having sex, I'd be happy to do it".

Mike and I looked at each other, turned our attention to Eric and simultaneously asked, "When?"

He chuckled and replied, "When we have a script".

The fantasy I had entertained only a short time earlier might soon become reality. All we needed was a script.

Mike and Eric decided to work on one together, asking me to take part, but I was content to wait and read their ideas and add my input after a rough draft had been written.

The following morning Eric arrived at 10:00 to begin the undertaking of co-writing a script for our first real porn video.

Knowing we would actually be having sex in front of Eric, while he was operating the cameras had me utterly stimulated.

I decided to go to our local park and read a book, hoping to pass the time. By noon, I was unable to stay away any longer.

I drove home, promising myself I would not interfere, but wait for the rough draft to be completed, as I had proposed earlier.

I don't know what I was thinking when I suggested that, but I managed to leave the two men alone until they arrived in our kitchen with the preliminary script around 2:00 that afternoon.

Eric looked at me and said, "I hope you like it Tina", then left for home.

My husband added, "Me too, honey", as he handed me the rough draft and headed back downstairs.

I was becoming anxious as I held the folder, wondering what the two men had come up with. I poured a glass of wine, went out onto our deck and sat in the lounge chair to find out.

As I read the script, I found it was definitely focused on Mike and I having sex before the cameras and ultimately on the internet.

What set me back was the introduction of a new character, and that character would be played by Eric's roommate, Jill.

I read it three times over, trying to come to terms with how I would feel as a gay man and lesbian woman watched my husband and I having sex. It was so erotic but equally daunting.

Much like our last video, this one seemed to have a running time of about the same length, twenty minutes or so.

As with all our previous exploits, the final decision was left up to me. I poured a second glass of wine and returned to my chair as I pondered my decision.

Before making my final decision, I went downstairs and asked Mike, "Has Eric talked to this woman Jill about this?"

What he told me would lessen my concern but not eliminate my anxiety all together.

"Eric has taken cell phone videos of Jill dozens of times, at her request", he said. "He showed me a couple. Jill masturbates, has sex with her lesbian friends and has no qualms of being seen or recorded doing either", he said.

"Hmmm" was my only response as I returned to our deck with my third glass of wine.

The premise of the storyline was as follows:

1) Jill and I would play two sisters.

2) She would play the part of the older sister and the antagonist. I would be the rebellious younger sister.

3) My husband would play the part of my boyfriend of the week.

4) When my sister and her boyfriend came home, they found us having sex on the sofa in our entertainment room, our clothes strewn all over the floor.

5) Mike would be sitting on the sofa, and I would be on top, facing him and riding his penis.

6) My sister would be outraged and questioning my behavior, while she and her boyfriend continued watching us fuck.

7) I would remind her that we enjoyed having sex, as we made no attempt to even slow down while asking her why she was so uptight?

8) When her protest got on my nerves, I would stand up, turn around and lower my pussy back down on my newest boyfriend's penis, giving my sister and her boyfriend a full-frontal view of him going in and out of me, as my defiance on full display.

The idea of performing such an act in the company of two fully clothed people, especially since one was a complete stranger and a female, was far more unnerving than the thought of being viewed on the internet doing the same thing for strangers.

I drank my wine and read the script again.

Maybe it was the intrigue or maybe the wine, but either way I went back downstairs and said to my husband, "Have Eric show Jill our videos and if she's game, I want to meet her first", without committing to anything.

I left the script on the bar and went back upstairs.

The following day was the Labor-Day holiday, so since we were both off work, I returned to my lounge chair with my fourth glass of wine and an imagination that was running wild.

Mike came out on the deck and said, "They can both come over tomorrow if you want".

I stood up and headed inside saying, "No promises" a little woozy from the wine.

Eric and Jill would be over the next day at noon.

At 12:00 the following day they arrived at our home. I was nervous but tried hard not to let it show as they entered our house.

Jill took one look at me and said, "You must be Tina! My comrade in the art of exhibitionism!" as she walked up and hugged me.

She was about my size. 5'5" and 115 pounds with short black hair and the most adorable face. Barely in our home for a few minutes, her exuberance was contagious. I like her right away.

"Tina, show me where we're going to make the video", she said while turning to Mike and Eric with an expression that let them know they were not invited.

The two of us went down to our finished basement, leaving the men behind.

Once downstairs Jill looked around and said, "It's perfect!" She then pointed to the sofa which had been moved against the wall by my yoga area, and asked, "Is that where you'll be fucking?" obviously having already seen the rough draft of the script.

I must have looked horrified because she continued, "Tina.... I'm just messing with you", but I knew she wasn't.

I could tell immediately she was itching to being part of our little pornographic studio group and wanted the part of the older sister in our upcoming video.

Having only met her less than fifteen minutes ago, I felt a close friendship was starting to bloom and I wanted her involved.

We were sitting at the bar when she pulled our recent video up on her phone. I didn't know what to say so I said nothing.

Looking at her phone, she said, "You have a beautiful pussy, Tina", having paused the video so she could stare at the image of me with my legs spread wide open, sitting on the bar stool.

"You should let me taste it", she continued.

"Jill!" was my only rebuke.

"You like to have orgasms, don't you?", she asked in all seriousness.

"Yeah but" was all I could come up with when she stood up and walked around the room.

She then yielded and said, "Tina, relax, I'm just kidding. I'd love to be the grumpy older sister", with a comical sarcasm.

We both smiled as her words cemented our relationship.