An Unconventional Marriage

WARNING: If you don't like stories where the cheater gets away with it or gets forgiven for it, this story and many in my catalog are not for you. Unless otherwise labeled, my stories are FICTION. No marriage has been endangered to create this story. This is not our universe though it has similarities. The story may not conform to our reality. STDs are not an issue in this universe, unless they feature in the storyline. I don't care if you think every infidelity should end in divorce, or you would divorce, or you think she's a slut. Your morals are not part of my stories. All characters are over the age of 18.

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An Unconventional Marriage

I come from an unconventional family. My mother is an actress, and my father a former Olympic athlete, now a coach for current Olympic athletes. Neither one believes in monogamy.

My father being a very attractive man, has always had a halo of women around him. He would regularly bring one home for the night. I would get up to go to school and find a strange woman at the kitchen table. Some of them I would never see again, I assume they were distressed to meet my mother. Others became fixtures and 'aunties' who factored in my upbringing.

My mother was a quite successful local actress. She featured in several B movies, often naked or topless. She regularly was photographed on the arm of some up and coming producer or actor. Once again, some of them would show up in the morning as a strange man at my breakfast table. They were much less likely to feature in my upbringing. They often seemed to be unsettled by my presence.

My parents were always pleasant to the other's paramours. Often inviting them to return.

As I got older, I came to understand that the parent with a 'guest' would usually sleep in the guest bedroom. I was strictly forbidden from entering either bedroom if the door was closed. I could knock and a parent would appear to deal with my problem. When sex became a thing for me (well before I tried it) I realized that these sessions involved sex.

My parents encouraged me to spend time with boys, and to get to know them. However, their gregarious sex lives caused me to revolt and I did not have my first sexual experience until I was 20. When I tried it, I really liked it and over the next couple of years my marks at university suffered, however I did manage to stay above the minimum threshold. I did not keep count of the men I had sex with, and even a couple of parties where I lost count before the end of the evening. I REALLY liked sex.

At age 22 there were three events that changed the direction of my life. I had been active as an actress, riding on my mother's connections. The first event was my decision to move to Los Angeles. I transferred my credits to UCLA and managed to find a place to share with another young actress.

The second was a party in Santa Monica where I was aiming to meet an influential director. Unfortunately, or possibly fortunately he did not show. Who I did meet was Lucas. He was a sculptor. He was my age, and he was HOT. He kept fit, because he needed to manhandle heavy objects as part of his work as an artist. I was smitten.

Lucas invited me home at the end of the party and we spent the rest of the night exploring each other's bodies. I know I am attractive. I had already been chosen for bit parts in B movies. Like my mother, topless or naked, once involving simulated sex. Well, plus real sex with the guy who got me the job, an older guy named Hank. So, for me, Lucas' explorations were well worn territory. My exploration of him was also well-known territory, just with new scents and feelings. He was a good lover. Unlike the producer had been. He truly made love to me; unlike anyone I had ever encountered before.

In the morning, he had me pose nude on a chair with no back. I watched (somewhat bored) as he took a block of wood and made it into a sculpture of me sitting on a tree stump, naked. While the posing was a lot like work, the result was amazing. I left in the afternoon confident that he had captured my inner sexuality.

The third event occurred at another party several weeks later. I met a producer, Oliver, who offered me what I considered really good pay to star in a porn movie. He took me home afterward and fucked me. Nothing was out of bounds for him. I am not a fan of pain, but he enjoyed spanking me, and pinching my nipples till I cried out for release.

After midnight I was sent home. I felt abused and degraded. I did not go home, but headed over to Lucas' place. His lights were on in the studio, but I pounded on the door for several minutes before he opened the door. He looked angry till he saw me. He reached out and wrapped me in his warm embrace. After a few minutes he asked me to take a seat he needed anther half hour on his sculpture, then he could focus on me.

The sculpture was a cat clawing at a tree. He explained that he had seen it in the morning sharpening its claws on a tree down the street. He had come straight back to the studio and had had to get it done before he forgot some of the details. His half hour became an hour, then an hour and a half before he put his tools down.

He took me to bed and extracted my story. He kissed better every place I had been hurt, then congratulated me on getting a staring role. I asked him if it bothered him that I would be having sex with other men. "Lilly, you will make a great porn star. I could never have a problem with you doing something you are really good at."

He went on to tell me about his unconventional family. When he was a teenager, he learned that his dad was not his father. His dad had been committed to a psychiatric institution for treatment for schizophrenia. It ran in his family and at age 18 he had elected to be sterilized. He did not want to pass the genes for schizophrenia on to the next generation. His mother had worked as a waitress in a bar. Like my mother, she was a bit of a free spirit, growing up in a hippy community where sex was freely offered. His father was fine with it, so long as she came home afterward. So, she had many sex partners, and when her birth control failed, his dad was thrilled to have a child. Then later another, then a third. At that point his mother had a radical hysterectomy, ending the possibility of future children. She never brought men home, but even today she would often not be home much before his dad got up in the morning.

In the morning, Lucas told me that the first sculpture of me sitting on a stump had sold for $15,000. His gallery was thrilled with it and wanted more.

My first movie was a hit. The story line was her 'husband' brought a friend home, a black man. He then asked his wife to have sex with his friend. Which she did.

Sex is fun. Sex continually interrupted to re-shoot a scene, less so. The actor on the other hand was big, black and had amazing ability to keep performing. On day three of shooting (for a movie that would end up cut down to 98 minutes) we were shooting the orgasm scene. I had seven big orgasms over three hours, leaving me exhausted. On day four we were shooting his cum scene. Over the course of the day, he came inside me ten times, and on me another ten times, along with several shots of him cumming on me. I had never met a man who could cum that much over that short a time.

A month later, for the premier, held at a local porn movie theatre, I invited Lucas. It was also the debut of my porn star name, Serenity. Afterward, Lucas took me home to demonstrate his superiority over the actor. In one sense he was clearly superior. His six-inch cock gets a LOT harder than the artificially enhanced ten inches of the star. At ten inches he had difficulty getting hard. His body had difficulty getting enough blood into his penis to get really hard. In some of the scenes you could see that he was not fully hard. Lucas came to calling him flaccid Frank. However, both were more than able to give me very nice orgasms.

Lucas and Oliver became friends. Lucas was milking Oliver's imagination for ways to create sculptures of me in new positions. Oliver was milking Lucas' artistic skills to create merchandise to sell.

Soon after, Lucas asked me to move in. I still needed courses to complete my degree in performing arts at UCLA, and his studio was actually closer to campus than my existing apartment. I signed the lease over to my roommate, who was now free to ask her boyfriend to move in.

One day I got home from class to find Lucas and Oliver, somewhat drunk building something. I was called over, told to strip, and lean at 90 degrees against the tree trunk they had fixed to the floor. Then Oliver fucked me standing doggy, and Lucas criticized. There were changes made, and Lucas fucked me standing doggy while Oliver criticized. After a couple of switches, I insisted we order dinner, and pizza was ordered.

The pizza arrived while Lucas was fucking me, and the delivery guy was asked his opinion. Half an hour later he called in saying he was not feeling well, and was going home. Then he took his turn fucking me standing doggy. The four of us ate the pizza, I criticized the setup, so we made some more changes then all three of them fucked me. After midnight I accepted that I was unlikely to make it to my morning class.

I never saw the pizza guy again, but Oliver called me two weeks later to book another movie. I was dressed in a tight tube top, Daisy Dukes pants and runners. I was jogging along a path listening to music on my headphones when I was stopped by a couple of hot guys. We headed into the bush, and I leaned up against a tree.

I swear that over the next week, we must have shot that movie a dozen times. Lucas was there and photographing everything, from multiple angles. In one of the takes, I was asked to keep my pussy from closing up between the guys. The final movie had a shot up my pussy hole, showing the cum dripping out, followed by the next guy sliding in. I had regular orgasms.

They wanted cum running down my legs, so regularly there was a script assistant with a turkey baster who would fill me up with artificial cum. It had to be artificial as real cum goes clear after a bit. They wanted the cum to still be creamy as it ran down my legs, or dripped out of me, depending on the shot. We had one scene lasting several minutes with a steady flow of cum draining out of me. Many, many times the volume provided by both of the actors combined.

I had a quiet month while the movie was edited, and Lucas built his next sculpture. It was life sized, me bending over at 90 degrees, leaning against the tree, with my legs spread. My breasts hanging down in perfect cones. There was a porn version produced for Oliver to sell. This one cast in plastics. With my head up and facing to the side with my mouth open. It can be fucked in the mouth, pussy or ass. Oliver's web site offered it in different heights so the fuckable holes were all at the right level for the owner to use without having to crouch down or stand on a stack of books.

About this time, my mother visited to meet Lucas. She was thrilled with the sculpture, and amazed at the fuckable plastic version. When she was introduced to Oliver, she made it clear that if he ever needed an older woman, she was available and eager. Oliver took her home that night and the next day she announced that Oliver was going to find a role for her.

Another month passed and Lucas asked me to marry him. He was clear that it would be an open marriage, he did not want to interfere with my career. He also did not want to give up fucking local girls who fell under his spell. I thought it was an ideal compromise.

My mother immediately called Oliver to suggest he film a truly fucking wedding. A date was set, without consulting me, and a sound stage was rented. A church was found that was in deep enough financial trouble to allow a porn movie to be shot in it. An officiant was found willing to officiate a wedding that was also being filmed as a porn movie. This was truly going to be an unconventional marriage. Both sets of parents were fully on board, along with siblings, though a couple of significant others were not very happy. Especially when they heard that the reception would be an orgy.

I had to be careful about inviting friends who were not a part of the porn industry as Oliver wanted everyone to submit to a porn industry medical to ensure that there would be no diseases spread. In any case many of my non-porn friends were on board and willing to participate, though in a couple of cases, not with their spouse or significant other. Oliver got head shots of people who were not willing to be in the final movie, so they could be edited out of the videos. Each of them would be allowed to check the final movie to be sure they could not be identified, before the final edit was complete.

My mother and mother-in-law to be worked together to make everything work the way I wanted it. At one point they both stopped and my mother said "I am so proud of what you are doing. You are living a life that we find to be a fantasy. One that most women would reject as too far from the social norms." She went back to her sewing and my mother-in-law to be said "I second that sentiment." They were unstitching the wedding dress seams and replacing them with Velcro strips. The wedding dress was a breakaway dress. When they finished the wedding dress, they worked on the bride's maids' dresses.

As my father walked me down the isle, I was followed by three women, two married, one in a long-term relationship. None of the groomsmen were their significant others. Gwen's husband was not invited; she did not think he would go along with the plan. Gwen was the only one in the wedding party who was not in the porn industry. The other husband was in the audience, along with the long-term boyfriend.

My father dropped me off at the front and rejoined my mother.

We said our vows. The officiant said "You may fuck the bride." I tore my dress off. Lucas tore his tux off. He picked me up; I wrapped my arms around his neck. I wrapped my legs around him and he slid his cock into me. I started bouncing. The audience clapped. The bridesmaids striped, the groomsmen striped. Two on one side of us and Gwen on the other, they were down doggy and fucking. Everyone was cheering.

I came, and then Lucas came. He let me down, and we turned to the audience and bowed. A minute later the groomsmen and bride's maids were up and bowing. Then the four of us women turned and bent over, spread our pussy's and pushed out cum. Then we walked back down the isle and, still naked, out to the cars to drive to the reception. Oliver had four videographers recording everything.

In the limo, the four couples dressed in the clothes that were waiting for them. Gwen was giddy, having never done anything like this before. The audience members were on their own for getting to the sound stage for the reception.

At the sound stage, I saw Gwen's husband standing the other side of the road. I pushed her down so she was not visible to him. We all crowded around her so he cannot see her. As far as he is concerned, she is in England for a destination wedding to an old school friend. England chosen because we knew he could not get a visa, having been arrested for drug smuggling in his youth. I was not sure how he found out about my wedding. Her face is one of the ones that Oliver will not show in the commercial video.

The reception started at about 6, food was eaten toasts were made. Oliver got up and made the final toast. "OK, now the games start. Under your chair is a bag taped to the bottom. Pull it out. Open it up. There are two envelopes inside. Men open the blue; women open the pink." There was shuffling as people found their envelopes and opened them. "OK, you have a number. There are numbers around the room. Find your number." I looked at mine, 46. I headed for where I estimated 46 would be found. "OK, has everyone found their number?" A couple of minutes passed as we got everyone to say yes. "Anyone who has not found their number?" No response.

"You will see that women are on even numbers, men on odd. Most numbers have two people, a few have three. Women turn right, men left. Undress the person or persons facing you." Number 47 has three men, 46 has two women. We got to work. I don't recognize any of the men. I assume from Lucas' invitations. The woman I am with was Lucas' little sister, Amie. "Anyone still wearing clothes?" No response. "OK rules: first, no means no, second, have fun, third, circulate."

I turn to Lucas' sister. "You choose first."

"Oh no, you are the bride, you get first choice."

I turned and picked one of the men. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. He lifted my legs up, pushed my back against the wall and fucked me. Each thrust he hit my clit, and rubbed my G-spot. I came, hard. It had been hours since the wedding. I was so fucking horny. Soon I came again, then he came, deep inside me.

He put me down and I looked around. My tiara identified me as the bride; Lucas had a gold head band. I spotted it on the other side of the room. I wander in his direction till I spotted my father, cock buried deep in a 20 something porn star. I watched for a bit then moved on. A hot guy I didn't know attracted my attention, and I waited for him to be available. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. After a couple of minutes, he broke off "Doggy?"

I got down and waited for him. His cock was nice and smooth. He slid in deep, rubbing my G-spot and my deeper A-spot. I freed up a hand and rubbed my clit. I came. He waited for me to finish then pulled out. "Sorry, I don't want to blow my last load too soon."

I got up, "No problem." I move on. I couldn't see Lucas. I headed toward where I last saw him. I bumped into my mother-in-law, riding a black porn star. It was flaccid Frank. There was a camera man filming them. Must have been one of Oliver's picks, I did not have him on my list, and I don't think Lucas would have added him.

I stopped twice more for a quick fuck before I got to Lucas. He was sitting against the wall. I sit with him and cuddle. The room gradually got fucked out, and more people were just circulating, drinking and talking. After a bit, one of the script assistants asked if we want to head to our hotel. She helped us get dressed and off to the hotel.

For the honeymoon, Lucas had located a sex resort in Argentina. The resort was set up to facilitate swapping and group sex. They also had both male and female staff paid to fuck. Most were in their late teens/early twenties. All of them sexy, though most of them had weak English skills.

Much to my surprise there was a honeymoon suite. It came with two attendants of each sex. We arrived and they undressed us, washed us and prepared us for the evening party. We were led out to an outdoor meal; all of the guests were invited. Most of the guests were male and depending on the paid staff for sex.

We ate the dinner, then Lucas and I were put up on a raised stage. We were stripped, and a woman for Lucas and a man for me provided us with oral sex. Then everyone who was interested was invited to come up and fuck us. Lucas had four women right away, all a bit older. I had a line up of who knows how many. I got into doggy where I could watch Lucas. His partners were asked to ride him cowgirl. I asked for the men to fuck me doggy.

When Lucas had serviced the four women, he had three of the service girls massaging him. He looked very happy. After half a dozen men, I rolled over to missionary, then after a while I had enough and signaled an end. After that two of the service men massaged me.

We spent the next six days fucking on the beach, mostly ourselves, occasionally with others. Then, honeymoon over, we headed home.

We had been married for about a year when Lucas asked me what fantasy I had. I thought about it for a while, and then told him the story. That is what it was, a story, I did not expect him to make it happen.

About two months later, Lucas asked "Do you remember that fantasy you told me about?"

"No."

"The one with the small-town bar."

"Oh, yes, I do remember."

"Tomorrow evening, we are going for a drive. Let's see if we can find a bar for you."

"No way!" I was bouncing like a rubber ball.

"Way!"

We start driving east into the mountains. Soon after we get into the rural areas, we encounter a bar. Lucas tells me to wait while he checks it out. If it is good he will text me.

A few minutes later he is back in the car. "Too many people, and the furniture is built too light, you might get hurt."

On to another town. We don't even go in; the parking lot is full.

Yet another town, this one is better. Lucas gets out. Five minutes later, he texts me. "You're on."

I am wearing a tube top, a short skirt, and high heels. I pull the top down a bit to show the tops of my breasts. I push my breasts up so they stretch the tube top. I have a cooler with ice water in it. I rub it against my breasts to get the nipples to pop.

I walk in and sit at the bar. I look around and count Lucas and six men of varying ages, none very young, probably 40 at the youngest (except Lucas and me.) I turn to the bartender. "Rum and coke." I turn back and see Lucas go and turn the sign on the door to closed, and he locks the door. He and the bartender nod to each other.

Lucas sits down then loudly says "Hey, aren't you that porn star?"

"I am sorry, you have me confused with someone else."

He fiddles with his phone, and finds my profile. He shows it to a couple of guys at the next table. "She sure looks like that porn star; here is the profile."

One of the guys comments at me. "You sure look like her." He looks back at the phone. "Serenity, you have her face, and her tits."

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. What would you do if I was the porn star."

Lucas says "I think we would all want to fuck you."

Oh, God, I'm getting wet. "Hmh. Do you really think you are men enough?"

One of the older guys says "I'm pretty sure I am man enough."

I spin the bar stool around to face him, and spread my legs a bit, enough that they can just barely see that there are no panties. I look at the tables. All heavy oak tables, strong enough to support a dancing elephant. Lucas has chosen well. "Prove it, let's see what you have to offer."

Lucas gets up and drops his pants, cock out. After a minute one of the men follows suit. The bar tender's jaw drops. The other men stand up one after the other and drop their pants. Lucas looks at the bartender "You too, she wants to see all of us."

I hear him shuffling behind the bar. I look back to see him with his pants down. I put my drink down, and pull off my top. Gasps from a couple of the guys. I slip down from the stool, and drop my skirt. I turn and grab my drink, chug it down, then walk over to a table. I boost myself up on the table, lay flat, and pull my knees up and spread them. "OK, guys, let's see if you know how to make a girl cum. Who's first?"

Lucas is ready if everyone hesitates, but he does not need to step in. Two of them are over right away. The mouthy older guy has managed to be first. By the time he reaches me he is hard. He drives his cock in and immediately hits my G-spot. "Oh, God, YES." The number two and number three get there almost together. I take a cock in each hand and start stroking. The old guy is rubbing my clit and pounding my G-spot. It does not take long for me to cum. I cum hard, he is good. He keeps pumping, he is not ready to cum yet.

The other men are all around me, I switch to rubbing other cocks. One starts sucking on a nipple. Another grabs the other breast and rubs the nipple with his thumb. I look over at Lucas and he is sitting on his table, his phone up and recording.

I am starting to build another orgasm when the old man cums. He pulls out, and another takes his place. After a minute the first guy says, "Rub her clit, she cums nice."

Guy two is not hitting my G-spot, I try to adjust but no luck. He cums, and I cum a moment later. He rides out my orgasm, then pulls out. Another takes his place. I look over and the first old guy is sitting next to Lucas. I see guy two walk by and realize that he is too short to reach my G-spot. I have never had a guy that small before.

I get Guy 3 hitting my G-spot. He is rubbing my clit. I am getting more sensitive, I cum faster. That seems to be a push for guy 3 and a minute after my orgasm, he cums. He pulls out and guy four steps in, it is the bartender. He is easily six inches, and thick. I feel tight around him. I am sloppy with cum. He rubs my clit, and pumps hard. I cum quickly. He keeps going, and I can hear the cum sloshing around. I cum a second time just seconds before the bar tender cums.

I have done gangbangs on video, but it is different when there is no director stopping the action and giving instructions.

The last three guys are a blur. I cum with each of them. Finally, the last guy pulls out. He looks at Lucas "Your turn."

"It's OK, she is my wife. I get her all the time."

"You let her come to a bar and fuck all comers?"

"It is her fantasy, I said she could do it."

One of the other asks "Is she really a porn star?"

"Yup, search for Serenity on Big Balls Productions. Most of her stuff is behind a pay wall, but well worth it."

The last guy looks at me. "If you are a porn star, you get this all the time, why come here?"

"When you are filming you have a producer, interrupting, and demanding re-shoots. Did you see anyone interrupt us?"

"No."

"That is why I wanted to do this."

I sit up, and the bar tender comes around with a towel to clean up. I get up and find my top and skirt. Lucas digs out a roll of 100's and hands one to each guy, then five to the bartender. We head out to the car. Lucas starts the car and we head home.

"Happy? Was it everything you wanted?"

"Fuck yes, I loved it. So much more fun than when filming a video. Though I love fucking on video as well."

"Good, I want you to be happy."

"I am." It is not a conventional life, but we like it.