Jane & Tony Make a Porno

Jane & Tony Make a Porno

"Are we showing it or not?" I ask.

"We have to. Don't we?" Tony, my husband says turning the phone on the tripod in our bedroom.

"It's kind of what they watch for. Isn't it? You're a man. What do you think? Do we need a cum-shot?"

"I don't wank to that stuff. But I think we need to."

"Don't you ever wank to other women?" I ask.

"No. I have you. I never have the energy to wank." he says.

I laugh. I don't believe him. I know he's lying because I have seen it. Our browser history is wall to wall BBW this and that. He likes his ladies with big boobs and hips. Probably why he married me. He has it on tap.

I am quite a handful when it comes to sex. I like it every day. I don't always get it every day but I would like it that often.

But back to the filming.

The phone's on the tripod we bought online and it's our first time making a video of us having sex. We haven't a clue what we're doing but we're trying. You have to try, don't you!

We set it up so the better camera is pointing at us. But that means we cannot see the screen. We think about it.

What if it turns out to be the best porno since anybody ever made a porno and we forgot to hit 'Record' We wouldn't know. Because the screen's the wrong way.

We turn the phone around so we can see ourselves.

I am in the lingerie Tony bought me, just for this. It's tighter than the underwear I normally wear. I like a full fitting 'Granny' bra for my 42GG boobs. This feels more like something a skinnier girl than me, would wear. It's tight in all the right places.

"We like a bit of bulge!" Tony says, watching me pull at the cups. It's a soft pink colour. The cups are see through and they open at the front. Because they are too small, my areola and nipples poke through a little bit. I wouldn't wear this to the shops but this is a porno, right?

My knickers are similar. See through, pink and skimpy. They leave NOTHING to the imagination, these knickers. They are split too. The bit that covers my pussy doesn't cover my pussy. It's in two halves.

"Perfect for getting right in there..." Tony says.

My stockings are a dark tan colour. They are the type you need a suspender belt for. They don't stay up by themselves. My suspender belt is a pretty pink colour. The belt is not part of the set but it could be.

I check my look on the phone screen. I look so different. I never usually see myself this way. Sure, I look in the mirror when we play dress-up for sex, but mirrors are different. Your brain auto-corrects for a mirror image. You're the wrong way around but your brain fixes it. Your phone doesn't do it right. You look different, is all I am saying.

We take our places, centre stage. This is what you do, right? You start by kissing. That's how all pornos start, right?

It feels weird. It feels like two people who have just met. I am not kissing my husband. I am kissing an actor.

And we're standing wrong. We're standing so you can see my underwear and my boobs. I never normally stand like that when Tony and I are getting ready to get it on. I usually start off by sucking his dick or playing with it. The kissing happens all around it.

The kissing is like the garnish, the flavouring around the naughty bits.

I face the camera with Tony behind me. He reaches around and plays with my boobs. We move around so we get the right light on his hands, on my boobs. It's all very technical and not the least bit romantic.

I worry it will come across in the recording. If it feels acted out, it will look acted out. And no one will want to watch it.

And who are we filming for? Is it just us? Are we making this for Tony and I? We said we wanted a video we could upload to the swinging site we use. But we don't want our faces all over.

There's not such thing as an online video that cannot be copied or downloaded. Everyone knows that. Faces, no. Boobs, cock and fanny, yes.

This is getting us no where.

"Who are we filming this for?" I ask, turning to face Tony with my hands on my hips. I have to look up at him. He's much taller than me. He's not tall. I am just short. A sexpot whirlwind, as he calls me.

"For the site. Aren't we?" he says, kissing me on the forehead.

"So... no faces, right?" I ask, frowning.

"That's right. No faces. We have to stay anonymous."

"Right. No faces." I say, turning back to the camera while I think.

"We could just fuck and cut out the bits with our face in?" he says.

Good suggestion. But the other couples don't do it like that. The other couples... that's it! How do they film their stuff?

I pick my phone off the side table and open my browser.

I pull up our swingers site and press the button for the videos.

"Let's see what everyone else is doing." I say, sitting on the bed.

"These two always just film her arse. It's a nice arse but that's all they do." I say, swiping to the next profile on our friend's list.

"And these two just do boobs. No story or introduction. Just her boobs." I say, aware Tony is playing with his dick and rubbing it on my left nipple.

I lean down and give his beautiful cock a little kiss before returning to my phone.

"And this couple..." I say, as Tony kisses my forehead again, interrupting my train of thought.

"Look up." Tony says.

"Where?" I ask.

"Look at my phone, on the tripod." he says.

I look at us on the phone screen. I look as natural as the day I was born. Tony looks dominant and masculine.

"Oh. I get it. I will suck your dick and that'll do it."

"No." Tony says. "Just carry on, doing what you're doing. Let it happen. Why not pick some music from your favourite playlist and put that on?"

I do as he says. It's a good idea. He is full of good ideas. I got lucky when I married Tony. He says he is the one who got lucky. Maybe we're both right.

I scroll to my favourite 90's hits and turn the volume down to background levels.

Tony takes my face in his hand and kisses me while he pulls at my nipple. I love my nipples pulled. It makes them erect and very, very sensitive.

He slides two fingers between my legs. I am more than ready. I was ready the second I stepped out of the shower, an hour ago.

We forget the camera is there as Tony gathers me in his arms, laying me down on the bed with my legs apart. He kisses the insides of my thighs and grazes my pussy with his lips through the gap in the gusset.

His attention on my pussy never gets old. I love it like it's the first time, every time. I pull him against me, insistent he licks my folds and sucks on my clit. He knows I adore that. I am a clit lady. I love my clit played with.

He plays with his dick while he licks my pussy. It's his turn next.

My husband's cock is a decent size even though he thinks it isn't big enough or thick enough. that's the thing with mixing with swingers. You get to see other men's swingers, if you know what I mean. Some of the men have huge dicks. I mean, HUGE! Thick too.

And some of the women have svelte figures, like models. I am not like that. But I own my curves. I have a curvy arse and hips, my tits hang down, they're so big but I own the lot. It's me and I am proud.

His dick tastes good between my lips. I see myself on the phone screen. I cannot help but play to it a little.

I am a temptress, a forbidden lover and Tony is my secret affair. We meet here, at my place while my husband is out, womanising and gambling. Tony is my life line, my sanity, the cure for my constant lust and longing. My cheating husband can stray all night like the alley cat he is. I have this man as my lover. This man and this cock.

I spread my thighs and Tony lifts my feet up so my high heels are in front of his face. He likes to lick and kiss my bedroom-heels as we call them.

He likes to run his tongue over them as he slides in and out of me. He's such a kinky devil.

His dick is nice and hard as he pumps my pussy in front of the camera. His cock is a steel rod inside my soft, wet cunt.

He pulls me up and makes me bend in front of the camera.

I stand braced with my hands on my knees, facing the screen. I adjust myself so you can see my chin but not my face.

Tony appears behind me on the screen. His hand pull at the cups of my bra and my tits spill out of the thin fabric.

They drop and swing under me as he slides inside and starts to own me again. One of his hands grabs at my tits while he steadies himself on my hips with his other hand.

His rhythm builds as he fucks his wife in front of his phone. My husband looks every inch the amateur porno star. I look like a slutty amateur too. But I want more.

I moan for the camera.

If this is for the swinger's site, I want anyone watching it to know how good a fuck my husband is.

"Fuck, you're good honey!" I say through gritted teeth.

"Fuck your wife's pussy with that big dick!"

"You want it?" he says, joining in.

"Fucking right, I want it."

"That's it baby. tell me how much you want that dick."

"I want it all. I want you to fuck me after all the guys watching this."

"You want me to claim you back with a cunt full of other men's cum, baby?"

"I do. I want all the guys out there to fill me with their cum. I want it in my ass. I want it in my cunt, my pussy, my fuck-hole." I say, panting.

Tony is close. I can feel it. He grabs my hips and grunts. I lurch towards the camera, my tits swinging all over the place.

"That's it baby. Fill your cheating wife with your cum. I want all your cum inside me. Fill my cheating cunt with your cum, baby!"

Tony bucks so hard inside me, I fall forward and knock the tripod over with my tits. I fall onto the chair in the corner as he carries on unloading every last drop of his cum inside me.

The camera films the ceiling with a partial view of my tits swinging from below as Tony shoots the last of his cum between my legs.

We watch the video back as we sit on the bed, ten minutes later.

We were right about the first bit. It did look mechanical. Relaxing and letting it record us, instead of us acting made a massive difference. It made the video watchable. The bit at the end where I knocked it over was fun. It was real. It wasn't scripted and it showed how turned on Tony was.

So that was the night we shot our first porno. Except we didn't upload it. We kept it to ourselves. We still have it somewhere.

Among the hundreds of others, we've made since!

What about you?

Have you ever made a porno with your other half?

How did it go?

Would you do it again?