Husband Became My Film Director Ch. 06

My Husband Became My Director.

Part 6.

Jill and I were getting out of her car when I asked her, "Please don't mention your idea to the guys. I really need to take some time to think about it and I don't need any added pressure".

"My lips are sealed" she promised while adding, "I'm just happy you're going to think about it".

We entered the house and found Eric and Mike on the deck, cooking steaks on the grill. Eric asked Jill where we went and if we had come up with a theme for the next script.

I was relieved when I heard her casual reply. "I just took Tina to see my shop so we could get better acquainted. As far as a script goes, not yet but don't worry, soon".

Jill and Eric left shortly after dinner and that's when Mike shared some information, I had not even considered. We had dozens of 'Likes' and many, mostly positive, comments posted to our videos.

The news was the perfect antidote to cure my rapidly increasing shame and regret. I had become torn between the excitement and eroticism I felt when making the videos and the second thoughts that were sure to follow.

Reading the comments provided encouragement and inspiration while putting me at ease.

I had Mike enter the web postings to my phone so I could easily look them up and see any new comments that were posted. It became the addiction that motivated me to make another video.

The following day Mike had a flag football game after work, allowing me an opportunity to explore Jill's idea.

I went downstairs and imagined I was surrounded by ten or so people as Jill lost my clothes in a semi-public strip poker game, one article at a time.

Having just removed my panties, I stood by our bar totally naked, envisioning myself surrounded by eight fully dressed strangers. Eric had been stripped down to just his snug bikini briefs and couldn't have been happier.

I sat on a bar stool, spread my legs wide open visualizing Eric was shaving my pussy for the second time, in full view of all those in attendance. I even stood up, turned around and leaned on the bar like I had the first time.

The feeling of utter humiliation I was sure to endure, was overcome by the sensations of exhilaration and sexual arousal, at least in our lower-level home bar.

I sat back on the stool and pulled up our first pussy shaving video and immediately noticed three additional comments had been posted.

1) "How that guy managed to shave that beautiful pussy without licking it afterwards is beyond me. I would have had to bury my face in that sweet, juicy thing".

2) "Her nonchalant attitude as she continues to discuss the script with the director, while her pubic hair is being so carefully removed, is amazing! What incredible fortitude she has. I absolutely love this girl!

3) I want to eat her pussy first, then fuck it.

The comments and ever-increasing amount of 'Likes' had me reinvigorated but I was still unsure about having a live audience. The thought was so intimidating, and I wasn't even sure how my husband would react to such a proposal.

I thought it was best to have Jill explain her suggestion to Mike and Eric the way she had presented it to me.

This way the idea would be hers and hers alone, since it was anyway. This way I could see my husband's reaction. Jill agreed and subtly made the arrangements.

Eric, Mike and I all received a group text that Thursday around noon. "I have an idea for a script! Can you guys meet me at my pottery shop tomorrow evening at 7:00? That's what time the store closes".

I waited for my husband to reply before I did. The next text I received was from Mike. "Do we have any plans for tomorrow or can we meet Jill at her store?"

I could almost feel the eagerness in his text message, so quickly replied, "We have no plans".

Within a few seconds Mike, Eric and I all confirmed we could meet. I was feeling both excited and apprehensive but would anxiously wait to see Jill reveal her vision while observing my husband's reaction.

When we arrived, Jill led Mike and I down to her lower-level pub while informing us she shared her second-story two-bedroom apartment with Eric, who would soon be joining us. We knew they were roommates but didn't know their apartment was right above her store.

Mike noticed what I had noticed earlier that week. The space was a private LGBT club, complete with official permit and occupancy sign. I could tell by my husband's countenance, he was delighted.

I still hadn't made up my mind, but Mike's approval of the venue allowed me to relax while we waited for Eric, who arrived moments later.

Jill had us take a seat at one of the tables, then handed each of us a piece of paper. She had spelled out her idea in print, conveying her vision for our next porn video, much in the way she presented it to me.

I felt a sense of relief, realizing having a printout of her idea, eliminated any speculation that I had been involved.

Jill and I were not gone long enough that afternoon when we went to her shop for the first time, to put something like this together.

As we were sitting, Jill walked around the table, unveiling her idea with great enthusiasm. "The video will be based on a strip game", she announced, "My Poker Bitch!"

Jill went on to explain the rules of the game, starting with how I would end up naked in front of those in attendance to the moment I would have to surrender my pubic hair to pay off her last poker hand.

I remained undecided but the expressions on Mike and Eric's faces told me she Jill recruited two allies for her cause. As always, the final decision was left up to me.

I was still unsure if I could endure the inevitable humiliation of voluntarily tossing aside the last vestige of my modesty and dignity in the presence of mostly total strangers.

In keeping with his usual persona, Mike made no attempt to directly influence my decision. He did, however, suggest we have Jill and Eric over to work on either Jill's rough draft or possibly an entirely new idea.

I knew my husband was hoping I could be swayed in the direction of Jill's script. Having his wife stripped naked in the presence of members of the LGBT community appealed to Mike far more than a group of straight men ogling my naked body, and I understood that.

Still, I would be the one who ended up totally naked in front of so many onlookers!

Eric would at least have his bikini briefs to cover his shame and manhood, while my freshly shaven pussy would be on display for all to see.

Jill was hoping to have her idea recorded on video the following Saturday, so I calmed myself down and called her while Mike was watching a late season baseball game downstairs.

I reiterated that I was still hesitant because the idea of having a live audience terrified me, but I wanted her thoughts on meeting at her club and having a full-dress rehearsal, emphasizing the words 'Full-Dress'.

Jill told me she was available at 5:00 the next day when her pottery shop closed. She also promised a full-dress rehearsal unless I decided otherwise.

She sent a group text message to the three of us, leaving me innocent of any involvement.

Mike came running up the stairs, barely able to conceal his excitement after receiving the text message.

Attempting, but failing to appear nonchalant, he off-handedly asked, "What can it hurt?" trying not to appear too thrilled with the prospect of his wife being naked in front of a live audience.

The following day, my husband and I met Jill at her quaint little pottery shop at 5:00.

As a group, it took us thirty minutes just to find the best way to move the scrip from its introduction to the point where Jill would challenge Mike to a game of 'My Poker Bitch'. It was time well spent.

"No matter what", my husband (the wannabe director) quietly interjected ...... "The only way this video can appear real and spontaneous for the viewers, is if we are the only ones who know what is about to unfold".

I could not have been more proud of him.

Jill looked at me and said, "Tina, stand over here" pointing to a particular spot on the floor next to her, "You'll be my bitch".

Knowing I would be the one to surrender an article of clothing each time she lost a hand was daunting, yet I stood there in total submission.

That's when Mike looked at Eric and said, "I guess you're my surrogate, buddy.... Better hope I don't lose" as he was taking a seat while Jill shuffled the deck of cards.

Eric and I both understood one thing, as we looked at each other from about six feet away, we were both willing participants in this strip game.

They played the first hand and Mike lost. To everyone's surprise, Eric removed his sandals.

"Eric, this is a dress rehearsal", Jill reminded him.

He just smiled and replied, "I never agreed to that. Tina can stay dressed if she wants to, but that doesn't mean I have to" obviously anxious to remove his clothes.

I could tell Eric was baiting me, so I suddenly found myself, not only willing to take the bait and run with it, but ready to 'One-Up him.

Jill lost the next hand, so I removed my flip flops and tossed them on the floor, giving Eric a look of defiance.

He was dressed in a tight-fitting yellow T-shirt, gym shorts so snug you could see his bikini-briefs underneath and the sandals he was no longer wearing.

I was wearing a sleeveless sundress, bra and panties while my flip flops were lying on the floor as well.

Jill delt the next hand as she and my husband continued playing, no doubt aware of the mood of the room.

The next hand went to Mike, so I reached down the back of my dress, unhooked my bra, pulled it through the side of my sundress and dropped it on the floor.

That's when I started to understand how I might feel removing my clothes, one article at a time, in front of a live audience.

When Jill lost the next hand, I was mentally somewhere between fantasy and reality, so confidently removed my panties, then clutched onto my sundress as my last refuge.

Attempting to maintain some sense of fortitude and dignity, I took half a step forward before dropping my panties on the floor.

My heart was beating a mile a minute when thankfully, my husband lost the next hand. I was as excited as a schoolgirl to watch Eric take off his shirt.

In his truest form, Eric shocked us all by removing his shorts first, revealing his ultra snug, blue men's bikini briefs.

His smile overshadowed the ultra-snug briefs and skintight yellow T-shirt he was wearing. Eric was more animated than either Mike or I had ever seen him. It was a joy to see him in his element.

Jill and my husband were unable to remain out of the fray and stood up and applauded Eric's audacity.

I was getting wet as I watched from the fringe. The thin cotton material of my dress made me feel more than naked every time the air conditioning vent above my head started to blow on me.

With the stimulation of the soft material brushing against my bare skin, I found myself hoping Jill would lose the next hand, but she didn't.

Mike lost the next hand, so Eric gladly removed the yellow shirt that looked like it could have been tattooed to his torso.

He peeled it off, almost as if he was performing a striptease, then dropped it on the floor, giving me a look of defiance of his own.

"O. k. It's on" I thought to myself, knowing everyone in attendance had not only seen me naked but watched me fuck my husband as we made a video for the internet!

The atmosphere was incredibly erotic, and I was having so much fun when suddenly we heard someone knocking at the lower-level door.

That door led to the outside concrete stairs that went up to the street.

"Jill! Are you there?" came the voice of a woman. "We need to talk to Eric!" she said, still pulling on the outside door handle.

Everyone had put their cell phones on mute for the so-called dress rehearsal, so Jill looked at hers and said, "Eric. It's Pat and Lisa".

As Eric picked up his phone, Jill looked at Mike and me, and said, "They have an art studio four doors down. My guess is that their life model cancelled at the last minute and they need Eric to fill in again."

"Life model?" I inquired, having never heard the term before.

"Tina.... Eric poses in the nude at Pat and Lisa's art studio", was Jill's indifferent response, as she stared at Eric with a "WTF?" look on her face.

"Should I invite them in?" Eric asked, his expression filled with uncertainty.

Jill looked at me and said, "Tina.... it's up to you".

Wanting to fill my husband desires and unable to disappoint Eric, I simply replied, "Sure. Let them in".