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By Lauren McAllister

I was lying on the bed with my ankles wrapped around Frank’s calves as he thrust his cock inside me and grunted like a drunken hog on top of me. My legs were spread open wide to receive the totality of this big sweaty man’s bulbous schlong. Sex can get so disgusting sometimes…and not in a good way. My husband David stood close by and watched intently with his penis in one hand and a camera in the other. As Frank manhandled and licked my breasts, hubby pleasured himself and waved his lens around. I didn’t much care for Frankie but Dave wanted me to “entertain” him so this bizarre naked little ritual took place almost every Saturday night.

We’d have dinner around 8. I was to be dressed in something somewhat alluring. During the meal, Dave would make a big deal of how great my tits felt and he’d continually lift up my little skirt to show off my ass (and other sexual accoutrements). When dessert was finished, Frank would take me by the hand and lead me into the guest bedroom. Dave would do the dishes while his pal undressed me and helped himself what was underneath. There were a bunch of cameras set up on tripods but after our first few trysts, we hardly even noticed them. Frank could eat me out and finger me before Dave came into the room but he couldn’t dip his wick and I couldn’t suck his cock (not that I was in any big hurry to do so). Upon the master’s arrival, I would go down noisily on our guest, taking as much of his cum gun into my mouth as possible. As part of my oral smorgasbord, I’d lick his balls and asshole while pumping his Johnny. Dave would call out instructions and encouragement as he removed his own attire without ever putting his recording equipment down (it truly was amazing to watch). As soon as David was naked, Frank would push me down onto the bed and I would spread my legs and have a little seductive diddle while Frank hovered over me, lap lumber in hand. If requested by Dave, I would loudly taste myself as loverboy dragged the head of his penis up and down over my vulva and clit to stimulate my juices. I would fantasize about having sex with a monk while being tied to a cross to generate the necessary lube to allow him penetration (A girl’s got to do what a girl’s got to do, right?). After a few minutes of penile prodding and the odd thumb rub on my joy button, he’d slide himself inside me. This was the big moment of the evening for David. Frank’s head gaining initial entry excited him no end. Hubby would lean over my torso to get a good shot of our guest’s rod disappearing, inch by inch, into that little meaty mound between my legs.

Dave also liked for us to indulge in vast quantities of tongue wrestling while we fucked. He said it was even more painful to watch another man passionately kissing me than it was to watch him schtup me. It was all about the sweet pain. The self-inflicted jealousy. Frank rose up on his arms so everyone (including himself) could admire his cock action. I rocked my pelvis in time with his upward heaves and slapped his ass to show Dave how much I was digging getting fucked by another man.

“Do me baby. Do me like only you can,” I call out to my pervert monk, but Frank thinks I’m talking to him. He speeds up his dick diving like all guys do to show how manly they are– some women may like this, I suppose, but I prefer a slow rhythmic shag to getting rammed like he’s in a hurry to finish and catch a bus. Luckily my fantasy starts to take hold and I feel my vagina begin to tighten around his shaft. Dave moves in closer as I start to moan and thrash about. My face crinkles and my breathing quickens.

“Cum for me baby,” he calls out. “Show daddy what a filthy little slut you are.”

I start to orgasm. My fantasy monk has his huge cock stuck up my ass and his rosary stuffed inside my twat as I scream, “Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder.”

Frank complies. By now I’m flopping around like on a goldfish hot plate, his soggy flesh slipping and sliding on top of me. After my reasonable climax starts to wane, it’s back to pretending. The more excited Frankie thinks I am, the quicker he’ll shoot his load and the quicker I can get to that next glass of wine.

Sure enough, he gives me an extra violent thrust and lets out this dyspeptic bovine-like noise as his ball-candy starts to fill up my vaginal canal. Alas, there is no rest for the wickedly sexy. Just as Frank pulls out, hubby hands him the camera and gets into position. Dave begins to masturbate between my legs as I push Frankie’s cum back out from whence it came (pardon the pun). He likes to ejaculate on my pudenda just as I start to produce the evening’s “cream pie”. Davie’s actual participation in “the sex act” takes all of about 35 seconds.

After my significant other’s “big finish”, he rushed off to God knows where and I was left to make our very lucky guest feel even more at home. Sometimes, Frankie had had enough porking for the evening and just ordered me to masturbate for him but if he felt like he had a second load, he got me to blow him in the living room while he enjoyed a glass of brandy. Then finally, Mr. Charming would put on his clothes and toddle off home. It’s funny, but when he grabbed my ass or copped a feel while I was letting him out, I wanted to slug him – and he’d just finished fucking me silly. I guess context is everything.

This went on for several very long months and I was really beginning to dread those Saturday nights. Pretty soon, I had to increase my fantasy to 3 or 4 monks ravishing me along with a couple of burly nuns with ass dildos just to get close to an orgasm.

Needless to say, my sex life was far from ideal. One afternoon, while engulfed in a gully of gloom, I decided to drag out a mirror and have a serious face to face with my pussy. I really didn’t pay as much attention to my little pleasure arcade as I probably should have. It was gorgeous. So petite and pink and perfect. I played around with the lips and stroked its little clitoral head and, well… at some point I did more touching than looking…if you know what I mean. By the end of my solo session, I began to seriously think about Dave. Dave and Frank. Dave and Frank and me. I concluded that it was time to call it a day. Possibly with Dave but definitely with Frank.

That was Tuesday. By Thursday, I was so revved up about ending our little arrangement that I took off early from work to rush home and tell hubby that he was going to have to learn how to fuck me himself or find another girl.

But when I marched defiantly through the door, I was stunned. Instead of hearing the sound of Dave snoring away, the house was filled with the sounds of people having sex. What the hell was going on? I strode into the living room with blood in my eyes and there was my husband naked…watching Frank fuck me on our 60 inch flat screen. David was so shocked when he saw me, he dropped his own dick. He quickly reached for the remote to turn it off but I told him, “No, let’s both watch.” I began removing my clothes. “You’d much rather have sex with what’s on that screen than with me, so let’s experience it together.”

I sat down naked on the couch and a very embarrassed Dave sat down beside me. We began to watch. Initially, I had just done it to punish the perverted asshole but the more I watched, the more I got into it. The video was really well done! He’d edited it nicely and the lighting was flattering and the close-ups…well, I looked like a fucking porn star! After a couple of minutes, we were both seriously wanging away on our respective genitals with our eyes glued to the screen. It was soooo hot! Watching Frank’s cock slowly squeeze into my engorged quim was off-the-charts arousing. And beautifully shot. Seeing me grind my hoo-haw into him as his nutsack slapped against my inner thighs…it was pure visual and sensual ambrosia. What a great fucking lay I was! Some skillful self-fingering and I came like someone had just crashed a car into my cunt. It was blistering. Amazing. I’d had sex, watching me have sex and it was by far the best climax I’d had in years. When my head eventually cleared, I looked over at hubby. He had a pool of white jizz on his stomach. I guess I was making so much noise during my own wank that I didn’t even hear him go off. Now, I knew why my husband was putting me through all this shit. When you’re having sex with a woman, you get to feel it but you don’t really get to see it. Dave wasn’t not turned on by me; he was obsessed with my body and my orgasms. He just wanted to experience them fully…and he wasn’t alone.

Now, I couldn’t wait for Saturday to come along. The idea of getting to make a new, sizzling porn film of me each weekend was revelatory.

When Frank came over, he didn’t know what hit him. I was a changed woman. I sucked on his cock like he had single malt scotch in his nuts. I tied my hair back so that when I licked his asshole, the hi-def camera had a completely unobstructed view of all the oral action. You could see every glorious molecule of moisture as I slathered up his anus. New angles and positions were experimented with. I no longer fantasized about monks during sex because I was too busy imagining how it was all going to look on our flat screen, once Dave had edited it down. Three orgasms ensued and they weren’t just the run-of-the-mill “Oh it’s Saturday night and Frank’s inside me” kind. These were incredible – and the more incredible they were, the more I couldn’t wait to see the playback! I’d never really cared for anal, but now I demanded Frank ram his Jimmy up my pucker-palace. Watching that great big head disappear into that little tiny opening was mesmerizing on the big screen. Dave got this really cool shot from behind, where my pussy lips are just hanging down and right above them, Frank’s cock is slamming into my stretched-out asshole. I just freaked over it. He quick-cut back and forth between the “rear shot” and my tortured-looking face and swinging tits. The guy is an absolute wiz at this kind of thing.

We spent hours, sitting next to each other, masturbating our heads off during the week. Often, we’d take turns. He’d eat me out, while I watched and then I’d suck him off while he watched. We were a couple again!

One day, I casually suggested that maybe I could invite this guy who worked at the grocery store back to the house. Dave reflected for a few seconds and then said, “I’ll tell Frank we’re busy this weekend.”

Since then, I’ve had a number of photogenic men (and a few women) join us in our little hobby. We sit around over breakfast and excitedly talk about new techniques and equipment we’re going to buy. This Sunday, I’m doing my first spit-roast, so we’re really excited.

Frank gets to come over about once a month – just for old time’s sake – but his movies don’t get played much anymore. The new videos I really like are Dave with his wife!

Copyright 2014 Lauren McAllister

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