Husband Became My Film Director. 9

My Husband Became My Director.

Part 9.

Jill held the hat up and let one of the four unsuspecting women pull out a folded piece of paper with my name on it. "Tina! It's you!" she exclaimed as everyone applauded.

Hoping to preserve some sense of dignity, I remained in character and acted surprised while displaying an apprehensive expression. I knew the script called for me to surrender an article of clothing every time Jill lost a hand of 'My Bitch Poker' while knowing the humiliating outcome.

I was taking my place when Jill nonchalantly said, "Tina, you obviously know the rules of the game, or you wouldn't be here so if I lose a hand just toss whatever's next into the basket". It was the perfect way to unveil my character's naivety and unwarranted pride to those in attendance.

Eric and I faced each other as Jill and Patrick played the first hand of 'My Poker Bitch' to the amusement of the guests. Jill lost the first hand, so I removed my flip flops and placed them in the basket under the impression that Eric would be stripped down to only his tiny briefs by the time I would have to surrender my sundress.

As it turned out, I was the only one in our group that didn't know that scene had been altered. I would later find out, my director-husband wanted realism, even at the expense of his wife's dignity.

In what seemed like less than a minute, I was standing there with only my sundress for cover while Eric was still fully clothed.

The pub suddenly erupted after Jill lost the next hand. I was far from being in character when she looked at me and said, "Sorry Tina".

The cheers of the guests were almost deafening when I decided to give my husband what I knew he truly wanted. I defiantly grabbed the collar of my dress and pulled it over my head and tossed it in the basket.

Standing there totally naked, I glared at him with an expression that asked, "WTF?" as he continued to record with a sly grin on his face.

As the lines between fantasy and reality, character and real self, became blurred I instinctively reached for my clothes, assuming the game was over.

Lisa, who had come out from behind the bar, snatched the basket and said, "Tina, not so fast. You must stay naked until the pub closes according to the rules of the game" with her own sly grin.

"What? I have to stay naked until closing time?" I asked, as all eyes remained on me.

I turned to Jill for clarification, but her countenance only reinforced Lisa's statement. Exasperated, I said, "There must be something I can do!"

Lisa had placed the basket behind the bar and suggested, "You can always wager what's left, Tina".

"Lisa! I'm Naked! There is nothing left to wager!" I argued, as everyone tried to hold back their laughter.

"You still have your pubes" she replied, looking directly at two-week crop of pubic hair.

"No! No! No! What if Jill loses again Lisa, I am not shaving my pussy in front of everyone!" I barked.

There wasn't a person in the pub who wasn't waiting for Lisa's response when she said, "Tina.... You wouldn't have to shave your own pussy".

"I wouldn't?" I asked.

Keeping to the script, she replied, "Of course not.... Eric will be the one who shaves your vagina if you lose, since he's the winning bitch". The audience was obviously restless as they anxiously waited for my decision.

Torn between the options of being the only one naked in the LGBT club for hours or risking the utter humiliation of having my pubic hair removed by a gay man in the presence of all those in attendance, I kept to the script and defiantly said, "Deal" to everyone's amusement.

I watched in horror as Jill laid down a hand of three of a kind to Patrick's full house. I grimaced at my husband with an expression of "WTF?" but he was still in movie making mode, showing no concern for his naked wife or her predicament.

While Eric was retrieving his shaving kit, I watched Jill place an armless chair a few feet from the bar, so took the ominous seat to the sound of clicking cellphone cameras and the murmurings of the onlookers.

I knew they were taking videos, but it was the selfie I dreaded most. Having to smile at their camera phones while on full display brought the idea of public humiliation to a whole new level.

As Eric returned holding his shaving kit and wearing an ear-to-ear smile, I succumbed to my fate. He knelt before me, gently spread my legs apart then ran his fingers through my pubic hair as everyone caught the moment on their cellphones.

Mike continued to record using a rented professional video camera, unable to conceal his excitement. That's when I decided if my husband wanted me to be a porn star, not only would I be a porn star, but I would take pleasure in it, no matter how humbling the ordeal. What else could I do?

Eric commenced shaving my pussy to the delight of everyone. When he finished the front, I brazenly stood up and leaned against the bar and spread my legs wide open, allowing him to complete his task. By the time he was finished, my pussy was soaking wet.

Earlier, I had been worried I might have an untimely orgasm, but now I was craving one. I remained in that position, giving the audience a full view of my bare back, butt cheeks and the now the bald pussy lips that filled the gap between my naked thighs.

Jill was now behind the bar, pouring a shot of liquid courage for me when I felt someone touch my shoulder. I quickly turned to find my husband standing there, totally naked. Mike had given Eric his video camera to continue recording as he inserted his erection into my pussy.

Lisa led the group in a chant. "Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch! Fuck that bitch!" as my husband was drilling my pussy from behind. I had the first of multiple orgasm within seconds as the chanting continued.

Just as Mike was about to cum, he pulled his penis from my pussy. I quickly turned around, dropped down to my knees and jerked him off until he came. His semen ended up in my hair, on my chin and splattered across my tits. I should have felt like a total slut but was somehow empowered as everyone in the pub cheered our performance.

My husband gave a playful bow to our audience then got dressed, leaving me naked, covered in sweat as his cum glistened on my bare skin and made my hair sticky.

You'd think I would have hung my head in shame, but everyone started treating me like a celebrity, which provided a much-needed boost to my self-esteem. Instead, I smiled and mingled with those I jokingly thought were my adoring fans. "Porn stars can be celebrities, can't they?" I was thinking.

Mike went back to recording as everyone asked for selfies with his slutty exhibitionist wife. One woman even said to me, while taking her coveted photo, "Tina, you are my hero. I've often wondered what it would be like to get laid in public, but I could never actually go through with it. I can't imagine how humiliating it must feel. You have guts girl."

I quickly learned not to examine their selfies too closely, because I didn't look like a celebrity or even a porn star. I looked like a cheap slut who let her husband fuck her in a small semi-public bar filled with mostly strangers.

Eric was now recording while my husband was working on his laptop. I was a bit wary he was preparing video documentation of my depravity for public consumption on the internet, but figured what was done was done and decided to enjoy my newfound notoriety.

I was getting to know the members more intimately when someone said, "Jill! You should have Tina on the Wall of Fame".

I looked at Jill and asked, "Wall of fame?"

She picked up a remote and turned on the T. V. mounted on the wall behind the bar, saying, "It's more like a 'Wall of Shame' Tina, but the sense of vulnerability alone is worth the experience".

Suddenly, there were photos on the T. V. screen of men and women bound naked to a wall by leather wrists and ankle straps, surrounded by fully clothed spectators.

Jill clicked through some photos until she came to her moment in the sun. There she was, stripped naked, totally defenseless with her hands and feet bound by the leather straps against that same wall. I was stunned!

I was wondering where the photos were taken when Jill said, "Tina, that panel with dartboard opens. The Wall of Fame is behind it. Just slide it to the left using the handle if you want to see."

Just the idea of being so vulnerable had me soaking wet, so I turned towards my husband, hoping he had the same idea. I was thrilled yet apprehensive when he gave me the look of approval as he aimed his camera directly at me, then went to the panel holding the dartboard.

After Jill had observed our silent exchange, she asked, "Who wants Tina to be the next addition to our Wall of Fame?"

The audience erupted as Patrick slid open the wood panel, revealing the four leather binding straps fastened to the wall behind it.

Jill noticed I was starting to get cold feet, so said, as she came from behind the bar, "Tina, lets just strap you in for a minute so everyone can get some photos, o. k.?"

I figured since everyone already had photos and videos of me having my pussy shaved and getting fucked by my husband, I reluctantly allowed Eric and Jill to fasten the leather straps to my wrists and ankles.

Now, unable to move with my arms spread open above my head and my feet positioned far enough apart to keep everything on full display, the audience took the opportunity to capture additional evidence of my depravity on their cellphones.

My husband was ecstatic as he continued to record my degradation while I was utterly humiliated but once again soaking wet between my thighs.

I had been so distracted by all the attention I didn't notice Jill had retrieved a vibrating wand from behind the bar and was licking her lips as she held it out for all to see.

I pleaded with my eyes and muttered the word, "No".

Her response would seal my fate for all to see. "Tina.... What kind of a host would I be if I let my bitch go home without having an orgasm?" as she pushed the on switch.

Everyone started cheering as she pressed the stimulating device against my clit and started kissing me. She then whispered in my ear, "You're such a good little bitch Tina and I know you want it".

I called out to my husband, saying, "Mike!"

He just replied, "You're doing great honey" as he continued recording along with everyone else.

Jill had me right where she wanted me. She would bring me to a level of sexual gratification I had never experienced before, even if it was against my will. She intended to have me beg her to bring me to climax and would get her wish.

She moved the wand up and down against my clit until I reached the point of no return. She would bring me to the verge of climax then back off slightly, teasing me until I was ready to publicly beg her for an orgasm.

I tried to plead with my eyes, but she wanted me to beg her out loud. "Please?" I quietly asked.

"Please what?" she asked.

"Please make me cum" I implored.

"I can't hear you!" she announced as I teetered on the edge of climax.

"Please Make Me Cum!" I screamed, to the amusement of all who were present.

Jill worked the wand feverishly against my clit until my body started to convulse. She pulled it away at the last second as I squirted. I could hear my juices splattering on the floor in front of me as I collapsed in ecstasy, while the leather straps on my wrists were the only thing keeping me from ending up on the floor.

"Now, don't you feel better?" Jill asked, as she and Eric undid the leather straps.

The members were applauding and gathered even closer to congratulate me, as if having an orgasm in public was some great achievement. I was grateful for their appreciation though, otherwise I would have been curled up in a corner in some futile attempt to hide my shame.

I smiled and posed for group photos and selfies, knowing every image was proof of my infamy but was reveling in the eminence.