Husband Became My Film Director Ch. 05

My Husband Became My Film Director.

Part 5.

Suddenly Jill turned to me and asked with great enthusiasm, "Why don't we have a dry run right now?"

"What?" I asked, knowing what she meant but hoping I was wrong.

"Come on. Let's go get the guys," she said, taking my hand and pulling me up the stairs.

It all happened so fast, I didn't have the wherewithal to argue. I just let this lesbian woman I barely knew drag me up to our kitchen as she announced to my husband and his friend, "We're going to have a trial run, guys!"

Mike was completely surprised and at a loss for words as he looked at me. All I could do was stand there dumbfounded.

Just then, Eric said, while looking at Mike, "It could help with the development of the storyline and dialogue."

I noticed my husband barely nodding in agreement but then he looked at me, stupefied. That was the moment I realized I was going to be fucking my husband in the presence of Eric and Jill. I could not have been more apprehensive.

Jill asked, "Is everybody ready?"

Not waiting for an answer, she took my hand and started leading me back downstairs. I looked over my shoulder at my husband, hoping for a reprieve, but Jill's zeal would win over both men, leaving me with the final say and a monumental decision.

I silently submitted and waited for my instructions from whoever was in charge at that moment.

Once Eric reached the bottom step, Jill told him to set up the cameras, then looked at Mike and me and said, "You two get naked."

I have no idea why, but we did as we were instructed. Mike removed his sneakers and socks first, then took off his T-shirt.

I kicked off my flip-flops and slid my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. As Mike took off his shorts, I removed mine, along with my shirt and bra. We couldn't help but get aroused.

Standing there in front of Eric and Jill wearing nothing but our underwear, we looked at each other, stiffened our spines and removed the last vestiges of our modesty.

Mike was getting an erection, so I gently pushed his chest until he fell back on the sofa. I don't know what came over me, but I dropped to my knees and started sucking his dick until it as fully erect.

Jill spread our clothes around as if we had shed them in the heat of passion as Eric monitored the cameras, while holding one in his hand.

I didn't wait for further instructions. I mounted my husband and fell right into character.

The cameras were recording when Jill shrieked, "You have got to be kidding me! Tina! WTF? Do you even know his name?"

That question released me from all inhibitions, and I decided to enjoy being the rebellious little sister. "What's your problem?" I asked, in the most obstinate tone, still riding my husband's penis.

"Oh....... I don't know Tina. Eric and I came down here to watch a movie and find you fucking some guy we've never met!"

In keeping with the theme of the rough draft, I looked at my flavour of the week, and said to my husband, "Whoever you are, this is my sister Jill and her boyfriend Eric", looking over my shoulder while defiantly riding his cock.

Mike uttered only one word as he was fucking me, "Hi," as his face was buried between my breasts. That would be one of only a few words he would say throughout the entire video.

Eric portrayed the part of my sister's boyfriend perfectly. You know, the poor guy who was caught up in an awkward situation and realized his best option was to quietly step away.

Jill and I were in full character when she said, "Tina! Will you please stop doing that and look at me?"

I stood up, turned around and lowered my pussy back down on the penis of my newest flame, while staring at my overbearing older sister.

"I'll look at you, Jill," I replied, with an unyielding expression on my face. "But I won't stop. I like having sex!" I asserted.

With her disapproving countenance on full display, Jill said, "You are such a slut, Tina!"

"Maybe so, but my pussy feels awesome! Does your pussy feel awesome, Jill?" I asked, in the most sarcastic voice, as my husband kept fucking me, now only in it for the sex. Jill and I continued with a dialogue that represented a realistic sibling rivalry.

I could tell Mike was getting ready to cum, so I improvised. I knelt before him and jerked him off until he shot his load toward my face. Some of his cum ended up dripping down the right side of my chin, while much of it ended up in my hair.

I turned around, sat on the floor between his feet, looked at my cranky older sister and said, "Happy Jill. We're done," as I ran my index finger across my chin and licked my husband's cum from it, wearing the most devious of expressions.

As the cameras continued to record, Mike stood up, put his underwear and shorts back on, then gathered the rest of his clothes. He then leaned over and kissed me while saying, "My place next time. It's less crowded."

"You got it, mister," I replied in the most sensual tone, then watched my husband step out of view of the cameras, leaving his naked wife, cum in her hair and smeared on her chin, sitting on the floor. "I am a slut," I was thinking to myself, yet could not deny I had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

Once the filming was complete, Mike and Eric immediately started editing the different cameras' recordings into one video, while I stood up and attempted to put on my panties.

Jill, now sitting on the sofa, grabbed a hold of them and said, "Come on, Tina, I'm your guest. You should let me have some eye candy."

I was dumbstruck.

Jill and I each had a hold on my panties and were tugging at them when I fell on the sofa next to her. As my husband continued to edit our dry run video, oblivious to his surroundings, Eric once again showed me a side of himself that I hadn't seen.

"Tina.... if Jill wasn't here, would you be putting your clothes back on?" he asked, with a skeptical voice and expression.

"No," I muttered as I relinquished my panties.

Eric went back to editing the video with Mike, leaving me in my naked state, with the lesbian who had already expressed a desire to taste my pussy.

I was nervous when Jill looked at me as we were both slumped back on the sofa. "We were damn good today, little sister," she said, holding her fist for a bump, as my anxiety started to melt away.

Jill and I shared our first fist-bump as I sat there naked, covered in sweat, while my husband's semen was still noticeable on my chin and in my hair.

I was thinking I should be feeling embarrassed or even a little ashamed, but I wasn't! I was preoccupied with how the video would turn out, not to mention Jill's sexual advances.

Jill looked at me and said, "I'm going to have a Fireball shot, want one?"

Exhausted and unable or unwilling to conceal either my naked body or the glistening evidence of my husband's ejaculation, I simply replied, "O. K."

Jill sat next to me, handed me a shot of the hot cinnamon liqueur and whispered, "Tina... don't worry, I'm not going to ask you if I can taste your pussy again... I'll send you a text later," she said, chuckling while sipping her Fireball shot.

"You filthy bitch!" I said in a lighthearted tone only she could hear.

Jill nonchalantly looked at me and responded, "We'll see who's the filthy bitch is when we see the video, Tina," snickering, still sipping her Fireball shot.

After two shots of the Fireball, Jill and I heard Mike announce the video was ready to be viewed. We pushed the sofa back in front of our big-screen TV, then all sat on it.

Mike and Eric sat on each end, while Jill and I were squeezed between them. I was still naked but feeling more relaxed, if not somewhat empowered. "I was the star after all," I playfully thought to myself.

We all had our eyes glued to the T. V. as the video began. Suddenly, there I was on the screen! Eric had zoomed in on me with his hand-held camera, as he and Jill remained outside of the view of the stationary cameras.

He started recording me from my brunette hair, then down my bare back and ultimately to my butt cheeks that were bouncing up and down as I rode my husband's erection.

I was thankful my face was concealed as I watched the video. It was so surreal seeing Mike and I having sex on our big screen, especially in the company of Eric and our new friend, Jill.

I couldn't help but become aroused but remained silent, as I attempted to interpret the expressions on the faces of the others.

When we came to the part where I stood up, turned around and lowered my pussy back down on my husband's penis, Eric had zoomed in on my face then slowly moved his camera past my bare breasts then zoomed in even closer on my pussy as it was being satisfied by my husband.

No one said a word during the first viewing of our porn movie but once it ended, we all realized the obvious. The video appeared authentic, unrehearsed and genuine. We were never going to do better, but no one wanted to admit it at the time.

Jill and I sat at the bar while Mike and Eric grabbed their notepads and rewatched the video two more times. At the end of the second viewing, they hadn't added a single word of dialogue to the script.

I had become comfortable being the only one naked in our little group and even learned to ignore Jill's innuendos, as she slid her tongue across her upper lip while staring at my pussy.

I heard Eric say to Mike, "I think we should post it as is."

Mike nodded in agreement and within a few seconds the video was posted online. I could now be seen fucking my new boyfriend while arguing with my overbearing older sister by countless viewers on the internet. It was intoxicating.

Eric was talking privately with my husband while Jill and I were now seated on the sofa, watching the video again. The two men walked over and stood in front of us, as Eric announced, "We think you two should come up with the idea for the next script."

Jill loved the idea, but I was skeptical. I feared she would put a lesbian spin on it as a way to achieve her ultimate goal, tasting my pussy.

She stood up, looked at me and said, "Tina, I hate to say this but get dressed; we're going out," keeping her intentions to herself.

She then looked at Mike and Eric, and said in a reassuring tone, "We won't be long."

I could not have been more apprehensive as I put my clothes back on but for some reason, I just followed Jill to her car and got in.

I was wondering why I had been so submissive as she drove us to a pottery store downtown. The store was closed for Labor Day, but she had the key. As we entered the quaint little shop, I asked, "What are we doing here?"

Jill replied, "Tina, this is my business but we're not here to appreciate the stoneware or ceramics. I have a little pub downstairs too, and I want you to see it."

I was extremely anxious as we walked down the stairs and entered what was obviously a small but cozy LGBT club.

"This is one of Eric's and my favorite places. Our friends gather here just to enjoy the company of like-minded people and have a few drinks, but that's not why I brought you here," she said.

The space was bright and welcoming and there was a small corner bar, surrounded by six tables. Three tables had seating for four while the other three had seating for two. I noticed a small official sign that read, "Maximum occupancy twenty persons". Realizing Jill had obtained a permit to operate her club, relieved much of my anxiety.

As I was looking around, Jill said, "Tina, hear me out before you say anything.... o. k.?"

"O. k," I replied.

Jill then started to share her vision as I sat at one of the tables, explaining in detail her idea for our next video script.

"Mike and I will be playing a game of strip poker, and you and Eric will be our surrogates. When I lose a hand, you will have to remove an article of clothing. When Mike loses a hand, Eric will remove something."

Her idea came as a complete shock at first, but I found myself intrigued, as she continued. "We'll plan for you to end up naked while Eric is down to the bikini briefs, he usually wears. Once you are naked, the only way for you to win back your clothes is for me to bet your pubic hair."

"You'll tell me there is no way you are going to shave your pussy in front of the small audience, I'll assemble for the video. That's when I inform you that you will not be shaving your pussy, Eric will. Since he's shaved your pussy before, the only thing you'll need to get accustomed to, is having a few strangers watching."

"Once you are naked and your pussy is bald, you'll have to remain like that for the next hour while we all have a few drinks. Knowing Eric like I do, I'm sure he'll choose not to put his clothes back on until the end. It won't be the first time he's worn just his briefs down here."

"It will be the four of us and about eight or so friends of mine, both men and women. What do you think?" she asked in the most hopeful of tones.

Seeing the expression of doubt on my face, Jill immediately said, "Tina, take some time to think about it. If you want, we can schedule it for a week from this coming Saturday. This way I'll have time to get some extras together and you'll be able to grow back some pubic hair," with assurance in her voice.

Jill's attempt to eliminate my uncertainty and get me to agree was nothing short of valiant, but I had some serious reservations.

It's one thing to have strangers watching you have sex on the internet but having a live audience was an altogether different scenario. I had all but decided against Jill's idea but remained silent on the way back to our house.

"Tina, if you're concerned that having your pussy shaved might be redundant, we'll just post it on different websites, honey," Jill said, as she continued to drive. They were the only words spoken on the eight-minute drive home.