Husband Became My Film Director. 08

My Husband Became My Film Director.

Part 8.

Mike gathered us together then said to me, "Tina, while you're contemplating whether you should risk gambling away your pubic hair to shorten the time you'll be spending in the nude, Eric will offer to run upstairs and get his shaving kit".

I knew it was never really my decision to make, rather my fate, since the script called for my pubic hair to be removed in public. The idea of recording such an incredibly demeaning scene was becoming even more daunting as I imagined being surrounded by ten or so spectators.

I started remembering the positive comments I had received from our first posted pubic hair removal video. I was hoping to regain the excitement of that moment, rather than dwell on the shame I knew I would have to endure.

Mike then told everyone we were going to quickly walk through the final scene, hoping the finished video would appear unrehearsed and authentic.

Jill pretended to lose the final hand to Patrick as my husband instructed Eric to run up to his apartment, get his shaving kit and return so he could time it for himself.

It was the longest minute and a half of my life, as I was now experiencing the dread and anxiety of the upcoming event. Jill picked up her phone and joined me as I waited in anticipation for Eric to return, still utterly naked and exposed.

She pulled up our previously posted video, showing me with confidence and fortitude as Eric shaved my pussy, while I had a discussion with my director husband. She pointed out that there were many favorable comments posted in an attempt to steady my nerves. At least for the moment, it worked.

Jill then whispered, "Can I show it to Lisa and Patrick?"

Having gone from undecided about making our next video, to allowing Patrick and Lisa to take part in our little porn movie, I figured, "Why not". I was naked and they weren't. I was going to have my pussy shaved on front of an audience and they weren't. "What difference would it make now?", I thought.

Eric returned, held up his shaving kit and smiled directly at me, while Jill was showing the video of our first encounter to Lisa and Patrick.

Since we had already been through that routine, the rehearsal should have been all but over I thought, yet my husband, the director, didn't give me permission to put my clothes back on. He just left me standing there naked as Patrick and Lisa would glance at me while watching the video.

I had never been so torn between conflicting emotions. "It comes with the territory, I guess", I thought to myself as my soaking wet pussy was my only distraction from the utter humiliation of the moment.

"That was awesome!" we all heard Lisa exclaim as Patrick nodded his head in approval.

Mike then stood next to me, never mentioning the clothes on the floor that he practically stepped over to get to me. "WTF? Can I get dressed or what?" I thought to myself, as he remained fixated on his cellphone, more interested in his movie-making skills than his wife's honor or integrity.

I was waiting for my husband to end the indignity of my circumstance and tell me to get dressed, but I was determined not to ask for permission.

Instead, he showed me his cell phone which had the stilled video frame of me leaning against our lower-level bar with my legs spread open while Eric was finishing shaving my pussy from behind, while I was attentively listening to my husband, the director.

I was visibly stunned as I looked at my husband's phone, yet he casually asked, "Tina, are you good with finishing up our next video like this?", his face void of all reality as he was now in full-blown director's mode.

I was livid! I wanted to strangle him while simultaneously sliding my fingers in and out of my soaking wet pussy, but I didn't have three hands!

Instead, took a deep breath and nonchalantly replied, "Sure", then turned away, stepped over my clothes, then Eric's and made my way to the rest of our growing number of colleagues, unceremoniously leaving everything on full display.

Ironically, they were watching the same segment of the video my husband just showed me. Knowing both Jill and Lisa relied on Eric for that part of their personal grooming routines, I suddenly felt a bit empowered.

I looked at Eric and said, "Eric, that was the cleanest shave I've had since reaching puberty. Thank you so much", well aware my pussy, which was now in need of such a service, was at eye level as I stood by their table.

I don't recall if I impetuously put forward my size B's and erect nipples, I only remember regaining some of my lost bravado, as I looked at their expressions. "So, what! I'm naked and they're not.... who cares?" I kept reminding myself.

Eric, totally at ease wearing only his snug bikini briefs, quietly replied, "You're welcome, Tina", his shy smile revealing how genuine he truly was.

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During the ride home that evening and all through the week, Mike and I discussed the script in detail and how best present it to our viewers. It was our collaboration as actor and director that allowed me to feel less anxious about the content and more focused on the performance.

By 7:30 every evening that week, I was viewing camera footage with my director husband as we discussed ideas. I was usually naked by that time as we both imagined we were surrounded by almost a dozen clothed strangers and the members of our group.

I sat.... I stood... I smiled ... I even bent over at my husband's request. I was more focused on the production than the humiliation I knew I would have to endure to bring it all to fruition.

It had been agreed upon earlier that all dialog was to be completely spontaneous, so we focused our attention on how I was to be portrayed to our audience. Those moments usually led to us having sex while watching one of our previously posted videos on our big screen.

The next Saturday seemed to arrive two days early. I spent the day cleaning the house and running errands, feeling both anxious and excited about the upcoming evening.

There were moments when I felt desperately hopeful that the skills and mindset I had developed over the last week would take over when I ended up naked in front of total strangers.

It had been decided earlier that me and Eric would have three articles of clothing along with our footwear when the game of 'My Poker Bitch' began. Since the footwear would be counted as one item, there wasn't much left to choose from, so I picked out a sheer white panty and bra set, along with a thin cotton floral sundress.

Mike had been at Jill's pub most of the afternoon preparing for our video. He went as far hiding video camera in the audio speakers, leaving me to deal with these mixed emotions on my own, as I prepared to make my first real public porn video.

I walked around our entertainment room in the nude, cellphone aimed at myself while recording words of encouragement, meant only for me.

"Tina! Remember you will have no costume when you publicly surrender your pubic hair to pay a debt for a lost hand of 'My Poker Bitch'...... but who cares? It's only one scene, right?" I kept reminding myself as if I were looking in the mirror.

Just then, the alarm on my phone went off, signifying it was time to get ready for the show. I had already taken a shower so went straight to our bedroom and put on the bra and panty set, along with the sundress I had laid out earlier.

After a short Uber ride, I was standing in front of Jill's shop, questioning my own integrity while hoping my sexual arousal would not show up in the form of a wet spot on my sheer panties.

I entered the club by the outside door, only to have been met by Lisa. She looked at me and said, "In case you haven't noticed, I'm bi. What do you say to you, me and your hubby?"

"No!" I replied before she could finish.

"Well can I at least watch?" she asked with a slight smirk.

"No Lisa!" was my immediate reply.

She grinned and said, "Tina.... you're no fun...... Jill told me you were fun" in a light-hearted tone as I joined the rest of our six-person crew inside. I waved to Jill, smiled at Patrick and walked over to my husband, who was making some last-minute adjustments to the camera angles with Eric.

"Are you two ready to give an academy award winning performance?" Mike asked us, as he chuckled, still focused on finishing his work before Jill's invited guests arrived.

"Oh yeah" Eric replied, his anticipation apparent in his expression.

I was more apprehensive than enthusiastic about recording a porn movie amidst a live audience but managed an amenable smile as Mike gave some last-minute instructions before the unsuspecting guests arrived.

Jill and Patrick would play the game at one of the tables for two. The location allowed enough space for the onlookers to take photos and videos of the spectacle. Eric and I, the bitches, had our specific places and were to discard our lost articles of clothing into a basket on the floor between us.

My husband even chose the location for the grand finale, my pubic hair removal. He picked a chair with a back but no arms, so I could spread my legs wide open, allowing Eric full access to my pussy as I surrendered my pubic hair along with the last vestige of my dignity, before all those in attendance.

The chair would be placed in a position so when Eric was finished shaving the front, I could stand and take only one step before leaning on the bar and spreading my legs again, so he could complete my public debasement.

I continued to remind myself that I wasn't going to know any of Jill's guests anyway, as I tried to regain the mindset of an actor. "It won't be me they are going to be seeing; it's character I will be playing", I repeated over and over in my mind.

I suddenly heard some voices, then a knock at the door. "Tina, it will be no different than performing in a live play that has some nudity" I said to myself, as five of the guests entered the pub.

Mike and I were introduced to the club members by Jill as old friends of Eric's and new friends of hers', Lisa's and Partick's. More members arrived moments later so the introductions continued as our group swelled to sixteen.

For almost an hour we had drinks and mingled with the guests until the signal was given that the game of 'My Poker Bitch' was about to begin. That signal came in the form of Patrick and Jill turning a slight disagreement into a dare.

"How about we settle this with a game of 'My Poker Bitch'?" Patrick asked. "Eric will be my bitch" he continued, as Eric appeared eager to play.

Jill, still standing behind the bar announced, "Ladies. I'll need a bitch for the game, so anyone who will not participate will have to leave. Those who stay will have their names put in a hat. You all know the rules".

Out of the ten club members who were there, four were men and two were trans, leaving six potential female victims including Lisa and myself. Everyone stayed as they all became, either anxious or excited, wondering if their name would be pulled from the hat.

I immediately fell into character, playing the confused newcomer who was unsure of what was at stake for Jill's chosen bitch. I would portray a woman who would have left at the first opportunity but was unwilling to swallow her pride and ask someone about the rules of the game!

I knew instantly I had found my character's identity.

Having rediscovered my actor's mindset, I huddled with the five other women whose names were supposedly in the hat. We anxiously waited to see whose name would be drawn, but all six pieces of paper had the name 'Tina' written on them by design. The opportunity to play this role was extraordinary!