“Hold that pose,” Scottie told the talent. The skinny blonde with big, fake tits sat on the lap of the well built guy with the impossibly huge dick halfway up her pussy. “Come on!” Scottie yelled over his shoulder. “I need some still shots of this!”

“Hurry, Scottie, my legs are getting tired,” the blonde girl whined.

“You’re a pro, sweetie. You look beautiful. This is for the cover,” Scottie told her.

“Wow, really?” she asked. She bounced up and down on the big prick inside her pussy a couple of times. Was she fending off a leg cramp, having a bit of fun, or helping her co-star stay hard? I don’t know. Wasn’t my place to know. My job was aiming the lights and holding a reflector or a diffuser to block the hot spots on bare flesh. I did know Scottie promised the cover to every starlet he directed. After taping four flicks with Scott E. Peters as director, producer, and primary cameraman, I knew the routine. The men were meat, paid half in cash and half in pussy. The women were treated like mega-stars. And Scottie would say anything it took to get the shot he wanted.

“Where the fuck is the photographer?” Scottie growled at me. I shrugged, looking around for my buddy. Greg was the reason I was doing lights for a porno movie. As the economy pulled Greg’s business as a freelance wedding photographer south, he had to pick up work where he could find it. Shooting stills for cover art wasn’t glamorous but it paid a bill or two.

“Right here, boss,” Greg said, darting around the corner from the kitchen and into the living room where the shoot was taking place. Greg was brushing crumbs off his shirt. Figures the fucker would be eating while the rest of us were working.

“Make her beautiful,” Scottie told him. “This is for the cover.” Greg nodded, flashing me a grin. He had pointed out how every picture he took was “for the cover.”

“G-rated first, baby,” Scottie told the talent. The girl was a pro. Knowing what Scottie meant, she eased that big cock all the way inside of her pussy before covering the junction of cock and pussy with her hand. She wrapped her other hand across her chest, hiding her nipples. I’ve seen lots of g-rated movies in my life, but nothing like this. Still, I understood it. A cover without explicit nudity was more flexible. The next shots were more graphic until Greg was on his knees, shooting between their legs and getting a close up of the guy’s hard cock slipping into pussy. These were the kinds of pictures that would be featured on the back of the DVD, promising the potential buyer explicit action.

After the shoot, I collapsed light stands and curled up electrical cords. The set was an empty McMansion in a nice part of town. Scottie had a deal with a realtor to film inside the empty homes. He’d rent the house for the weekend, rent some furniture for the rooms he planned on using, and hired a cleaning service to erase any signs of our presence on Monday. “Hey light-boy,” Scottie said, pulling me off to one side of the big living room. “You know anyone else who can work a digital still camera?”

“Um, I guess. I don’t know,” I hedged. My wife knew her way around a camera. She wasn’t a professional photographer like Greg, but I always thought she did a good job.

Scottie laughed. “It’s not rocket science. I just want something better than frame captures for the cover art. Good art sells DVDs.”

“What’s wrong with Greg?”

“Who?” he asked before realizing who I meant. “That fat fucker? I just fired him. He spends more time eating the catering than shooting pictures. Find me a photographer for next week or you’re fired too. It pays five hundred a shoot.”

I swallowed hard, made a promise I didn’t think I could keep, and went home to convince my wife to get into a porno business.

Jill read my face as soon as I walked inside our tiny home. “Hey baby,” she said, giving me a worried look before wrapping her arms around me. “What’s wrong?”

It felt good pressing her body against mine. I like how we fit together. I could smell the sweetness of shampoo in her hair. Jill was more than my wife, she was my best friend. Sweethearts since high school, my every sexual first was with this fine woman and vice versa. My friends made fun of me for that, but I didn’t care. I got it right the first time, why look farther? I sighed against her, “Greg got fired today.”

“Oh no! You too?” she asked. I shook my head, reassuring her I still had a job, but leaving out the part about finding a new photographer. I told her why Greg got fired and she giggled. “Only Greg could be more attracted to a deli platter than watching naked people have sex.” She rubbed the front of my pants. “So, anyone famous on-set today?” I grew hard beneath her touch.

“No one I recognized. You know Scottie, he likes to work with new girls. Cheaper.”

“But they’re cute, right?”

“Not as cute as you,” I said, kissing her.

“Aw, you’re just saying that.”

“No, really,” I insisted. “I don’t even get hard on-set.”

She unzipped my pants, fishing her small hand inside to cradle my hard cock. “Mm, but you’re hard now.”

“Because I’m with you,” I said as she slipped to her knees in front of me, pulling open my pants and pushing them down as she moved.

“Tell me what happened,” she said, licking my hard cock.

I moaned first before finding my voice. “Okay, so the first scene we shot was this dark haired girl with really short hair.”

“Was she pretty?” Jill asked between head bobs on my cock.

“She was okay. Not my type of girl, but pretty enough.”

“Did you get hard watching her?”

“No, baby. Like I said, I don’t ever get hard on set.”

“Mm, too bad,” she purred, sucking on me again as I worked through the way the dark haired girl was told to suck cock and tried to remember every which way she was fucked. Telling it to Jill was as thrilling as always. “Do we have a movie of hers?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Can we watch one anyway?” she asked. I nodded. We moved to the bedroom and put in one of the free DVDs Scottie passed out on the set. Jill became my personal porn star as we followed along with the first scene of the movie.

After I came in her mouth, she had to scoop a missed droplet of cum off her chin. “You know, on set, the girls never really swallow,” I pointed out, grinning. How did I ever score a woman this hot?

“What a waste!” she said. “Do they have real orgasms?”

“I don’t know,” I said, crawling into bed next to her. I ran my hand over her firm tits, down her stomach, and stroked between her legs. She was still wet from her orgasms and I knew she had more to give. I caressed her clit, teasing as we talked. She squirmed against my fingers. “I think the next scene is an anal scene.”

“Mm, and you’re still hard.”

“For you, baby, I’m always hard,” I said. She pulled out a tube of lube from the nightstand drawer. On set, the guys used Viagra to get hard, stay hard, and fuck more than once a day. For me, all I needed was my Jill. She was my Viagra. We acted out the next scene, including the part where the actress took it up her ass in a reverse cowgirl position. I came in Jill’s ass, unable to hold back.

We cuddled afterwards, staying naked. “I love you,” I told her, meaning it as much as I did the first time I said it to her.

“I love you, too,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “So you really don’t get hard on set?”

I laughed. After three weekends of working lights on set, Jill still asked. “It’s not really sexy on set,” I explained. “There’s just too much going on.” I caressed her naked body again. “Besides, I know you’re waiting for me.”

“But those girls are all so pretty and I’m so plain.”

“Bullshit,” I said, kissing her. “You’re twice a beautiful as them.” Without a sense of better timing, I dropped the bombshell on her that I had been holding back. “I sort of promised Scottie that you could fill in for Greg next week.”

Jill went stiff. “Me?”

I nodded. “Why not? You’re good with a camera.”

“But I’m not a professional photographer like Greg!”

I laughed. “If Greg was more of a professional, he might have kept his job. Besides, baby, we could use the money.” She nodded. She knew times were tough. My hours had been cut back at work and she wasn’t picking up as many substitute teaching jobs as before. Worse, the freeze on hiring at the school system kept her application in limbo. I tried to sweeten the idea for her. “There are lots of naked guys on set, too.”

She giggled. “Naked and hard?”

“Usually. Want me to see if Scottie will let you work as a fluffer?”

“Stop it!” she said, playfully slapping my chest. “Okay, so IF I do this, what will I have to do?”

I explained how Scottie would call for her still shots when he saw something he liked and how every shot was going to be “for the cover.” I could tell she wasn’t sold on the idea until I mentioned the two deal-sealers. “It pays $500 a shoot” and “If I don’t find a replacement, I’m fired, too.” I don’t know which idea sold her, but she agreed to do it.

We rode together to the shoot next weekend. I could tell Jill was nervous. She was helping me set up light stands when Scottie waved her over. “Hey darling,” he said in the flattering tone he reserved for actresses. “What are you doing helping the light-boy?”

She shot me a worried look before turning to him. “Just helping out, sir,” she said.

“Sir? Oh no, that will never do. Just Scottie works for me, darling.”

“Um, okay, Scottie, sir,” Jill said. I chuckled. She always gets nervous talking to her superiors.

Scottie gave her a big smile. “You’re sweet, but shouldn’t you be in make-up?”

“Um, yes sir,” she said, shooting me a confused look. “Can I have just a second to talk to my husband?”

“Light-boy is your husband?” Scottie asked, laughing. “Well steal my clothes and fuck me running. How did he score a hottie like you?”

Jill blushed. “We started dating in high school, sir.”

“It’s Scottie, sweetie,” he reminded her. “I don’t remember seeing your stills. Do we have paperwork on you yet?”

“N-no, Scottie, sir,” she mumbled.

Scottie frowned as he eyed her. “You brought ID though, right?” Jill nodded. “Okay, turn around, let me see.” Jill did a quick little spin and I saw the worried look still on her face. “Nice,” Scottie said, looking at my wife’s ass. She turned back to face him. “Pull up the shirt. Let me see those titties.” I knocked over the light stand I was setting up. Picking it up before Scottie yelled, I looked back to see Jill holding her t-shirt up over her breasts like she was flashing for beads at Mardi Gras. What the hell was she doing? “Nice,” Scottie said, reaching out and squeezing her left breast. “All natural, too. Very nice!”

“Hey!” I said, making sure the light stand was stable. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Inspecting the talent,” Scottie said, glaring at me. “What’s it to you, light-boy?” He pulled her shirt down, said something I didn’t catch, and Jill walked down the hallway of the rented house. Scottie waved me over. “Are we going to have a problem?”

“We will if you keep feeling up my wife,” I told him, tired of him being a bully.

“What’s the problem? She’s going to look good on camera.”

That’s when I realized what was going on. “She’s not here to be on camera. She’s here to be your still photographer.”

Scottie did something I had never heard him do. He laughed. “Well fuck me twice,” he howled. “Really?” He looked around the room checking to see if he was being punked.

“Yeah, really,” I assured him.

Giving me a big smile, he slapped me on the back. “Okay, light-boy, have it your way. Talent gets paid two grand a day. You sure she doesn’t want to do a scene? I’ll toss in an extra grand if I can feature her.”

I shook my head. I know Jill, I’ve known her since we first met in a sandbox, and there was no way she would ever want to do a porno scene. “Not happening,” I told him.

“Okay, just asking,” he said, backing off. He went to find his real talent for the day.

I was done setting lights for the first scene by the time Jill found me again. She looked confused. I pulled her to side away from everyone else. “Why the fuck did you show him your tits?” I demanded.

“I-I… he asked. He doesn’t do that to everyone?”

“Fuck no,” I growled. I mean, really? “Where did you go?”

“To fill out paperwork. Why did I have to sign a modeling release form?”

I shook my head. “He thought you were talent.”

“He really thought I was pretty enough for that?”

I smiled. I can never stay mad at her. “He offered three thousand dollars to feature you.”

“No way!” she said, a huge smile on her face. “The actors make that much money?”

“The girls do. Guys don’t.”

“Do I get to fuck you?”

I laughed, nodding over my shoulder at the two guys standing naked and rubbing oversized hard-ons to life as they received instructions from Scottie. “Do I look like that?” I asked.

“To me you do,” Jill said, stealing a kiss from me and that kiss had to last me through the rest of the day.

Scottie worked fast and hard and never took a break. That meant I never got one, either. Not knowing better, Jill stayed in the room with us, watching every part of the action. I’ll give Scottie credit, at least he was nice to her. I watched as Jill was called over to snap stills, seeing her grinning every time Scottie promised the actress, “This is for the cover, darling.” More than once, I noticed how hard her nipples were. Maybe a porn set is more fun if you’re not working the entire time?

It was dark when we got in the car to drive home. Jill rubbed my crotch as soon as I had the car in drive. “You’re really not hard, are you?” she asked, though that was changing rapidly.

“I almost got hard a couple of times today,” I said. “Because of you.”

“Me? Why me?”

I reached across and grabbed her tit, rolling a stiff nipple between my finger and thumb. “Your high beams were on all day.”

Jill blushed. “I’m really wet. That was hot as hell. Did you see how well hung those guys were?”

“I try not to notice the guys too much.”

“Okay, but the girls were really hot, too. They are so pretty. I can’t believe you don’t get hard for them.”

I shrugged. “Too busy working, I guess.”

She undid her pants, pushing them open and slipping a hand inside her panties. “Does it bother you that I got wet?”

“I don’t know. Should it?” I asked, unsure how I felt about it. I liked Jill being wet. I loved how sexual she was. Together, we invented sex. Well, we discovered it together. My first hand job was from her. The first and only pussy I ever tasted was hers and my cock was the only one that had ever passed her lips. She had always been my dream girl and I felt like her porn star, but I knew I didn’t measure up against those other guys. Watching porn with her was one thing. It was easy to accept it as pretend. But now she had seen behind the curtain and saw those other guys really did have cocks that were superhuman. How could I compete.

“Drive faster, baby,” she purred, rubbing herself to an orgasm. “I need you inside me.”

That felt better and any fears I had of not measuring up vanished in a blur of hot sex in our bedroom. Jill was a wild woman, wanting to re-enact every scene we could manage with just the two of us. I came three times that night. It was useless trying to count the number of times Jill came, but the thrill of that night carried into Sunday, too. We fucked again, moving to the living room to take advantage of the furniture. I fucked her ass, pile driving her as we had seen the one girl do the day before. “Cum on my face,” she told me when I got close and I did just that.

The heat of that weekend lasted into the week, too. On Monday evening, Jill handed me our digital camera, something she had never done before. “Take some pictures while we do it,” she told me. Thrilled at the idea, I took P.O.V. style pictures of her sucking my cock and taking it up the ass until we ran out the batteries on the camera. Tuesday night, she surprised me with a movie she put together of those pictures and we did it all again while watching it. It felt like our honeymoon all over again. It took her car breaking down on Wednesday to put a damper on our fun.

“It’s the transmission,” she explained when I got home that night. “$1800 to fix it.”

What else was there to say about it? It might as well have been twice that for as much as we had in the bank. Even the $500 we had earned over the weekend was gone as we played catch-up on other bills. Being down to one car meant if Jill got a call for a substitute job, she wouldn’t be able to take it. Eating macaroni and cheese for dinner, we did the best we could to console each other. “We’ll get through this,” I promised without a plan. “We always do.” It didn’t help when she missed a substitute job both Thursday and Friday. “Scottie still needs a photographer this weekend,” I said, knowing that money would help.

“Great, that means a month of missed jobs for me,” she pointed out and with the pending school break, those four missed weeks would end up being longer.

We didn’t make love that night in bed, but we did cuddle. But being madly in love against all odds doesn’t pay a bill.

Saturday’s shoot turned into a mixed bag. Feeling a need to round out the offerings of his video line, Scottie was shooting an all-girl feature. He offered Jill a part again, but she begged off. I wasn’t surprised. Jill’s never expressed a lot of interest in being with another woman. She’ll tease me about it, but that’s it.

During the shoot, Scottie was his usual demanding self, treating the talent like movie stars and crew like slaves. Though Jill was only there to take pictures, because she stayed on set, he treated her like a gopher. “Grab that lube,” he’d snap at her when a starlet wasn’t wet enough for him. Between taking pictures, Jill hopped around the set like the rest of us. The nice part was the extra $100 Scottie tossed our way at the end of the day. The bad part was when he grabbed Jill’s chest again as he handed her the money. “I’m telling you, you could have a future in this business,” he said.

We rode home in silence. “I don’t like the way he grabs you,” I said, breaking the silence as we neared our house.

“It’s a porno set,” she said, sounding as if she had been doing this for years. “It’s no big deal.”

“Did you have any fun today?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was okay,” she said quietly as I pulled into our drive. “Those girls are so pretty.”

“You’re just as pretty,” I told her.

“Maybe to you,” she said, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek before we got out of the car. We did make love that night, but it wasn’t with the same zeal as before. That week, she missed three more sub jobs as teachers tried to squeeze in time off before the break.

Jill was helping me set up lights on set as the talent laughed, chatted, and visited with Scottie. “Why so many guys?” she asked me.

“Probably gang-bang scenes today,” I explained, remembering how my first shoot had gone.

“She’s going to do all those guys?” she asked, her eyes wide. I noticed her nipples were beginning to show, too.

“Depends on how many scenes we’re shooting today. Last time, we did three scenes and each girl did five guys.”

“Damn,” she said and I wasn’t sure how she meant it.

Scottie shot in the gonzo style, just wall to wall sex without the concerns of a plot. With the lights in place and set struck, he called for the talent. A pretty blonde, again with fake tits, came out of make-up looking as if she was going to Prom instead of shooting a porno movie. Her hair, nails, and make-up were perfect looking. Slipping out of her robe, she moved in front of the camera. I adjust a few lights, adding diffusers as needed, and the shoot was on. Five naked guys, each sporting massive hard-ons, joined her on set. They surrounded her as she dropped to her knees and began sucking them.

Like before, Jill stayed in the room, watching the action and holding her camera ready for the next time Scottie called her. Like the first day on set, Jill’s nipples were hard. If we had a break in the action, I would have teased her about it, but that wasn’t how Scottie worked. He put the actors through their paces, got the extra cut shots he needed as he went along, and was ready to keep going after the last guy had finished shooting his load. Looked used, sweaty, but happy, the starlet mugged a few extra shots of her cumcoated face and chest for Jill before she left the set to shower.

Unlike most shoots, we didn’t strike the set between scenes. “Fuck it,” Scottie said. “No one is watching these movies for the furniture.” He waved the next actress on set. called for silence, and we were off again. Group scenes took twice as long to put on video and were more difficult to light, too. That many bodies on set at once created shadows requiring me to adjust and re-adjust through-out the shoot. Scottie had to deal with angles, too, pushing around the male actors to compose the scenes he knew would sell. “Come on, I need you right there jerking off,” he’d tell one guy while the other three filled the girl’s holes like she was a human pincushion. He’d shot for a bit, rearrange bodies like they were mannequins, and shoot a bit more. I thought group shots were the least sexiest to video, but that wasn’t how Jill looked. Her face was flushed, her nipples hard, and she looked on the edge of an orgasm for most of the shoot.

Scottie noticed how she was looking too. “That’s hot, right?” he asked her as she zoomed in to get a good shot of a double penetration.

“Yes sir,” she’d answer, giving him a shy smile.

“Mm, all that cock,” he told her as she struggled to get just the right still of a group blowjob scene.

“Yes sir,” she said again, blushing.

Was he flirting with my wife while they were shooting? That’s the way it felt to me and I didn’t like it. I gave her a dirty look. She gave me a “what can I do?” look in return. There was a rare break in the shoot when the actress needed to use the bathroom. While we waited for her to return, I pulled Jill aside. “What are you doing?” I demanded.

“Nothing,” she said, giving me an innocent look. “Just my job.”

“It looks like more than your job,” I said, looking at her chest and her hard nipples.

“Stop it,” she told me. “He’s just flirting a bit. He’s the boss. He’s allowed to.”

“Well, you don’t have to like it.”

She gave me a quick kiss. “We need the money,” she said. “And I promise you’ll like it later.” The talent returned to the set after her quick pee break and our conversation was over. It didn’t get better, either. Scottie kept teasing her through-out the shoot and she was flirting back.

The scene ended the same as the first one, with the actress sweaty, exhausted looking, and coated in cum. She mugged for Jill’s camera and left for the shower. Scottie looked around the set and asked, “Where’s my new star?” Standing against the far wall was a row of five more guys, naked and hard for the next scene. I noticed a couple of the guys were repeats from the first shoot, but they looked just as ready to do it again. All five of the guys looked around and shrugged.

“Come on,” Scottie groaned, handing his camera to me as he stormed towards the kitchen in search of his missing starlet. I saw him heading down the hallway where make-up was set-up in the big house’s den. “Fuck!” we heard out in the living room before he came storming back into the living room where the set was struck. “Why didn’t anyone tell me we were short an actress?” he snapped. The house was as silent as it was when the camera was turned-on.

He stood in the living room, looking at the guys lined up and ready for the next scene. He looked around the room as if he might find the missing actress standing behind a light tree. Finally, his eyes landed on my wife. He smiled. “Jill? Can I visit with you a moment?”

“Yes sir,” she said, following him out of the room and back down the hallway. Before they left, he took the camera away from her and handed it to me. I waited a minute, not sure what I was supposed to do. Why did he need her? Setting the two cameras on the couch, I went down the hallway to find my wife.

Scottie, Jill, and the make-up girl were standing the room talking. Jill had her top off and was standing topless in front of them. “What the fuck is going on?” I demanded.

“Get her ready,” Scottie snapped at the fat girl who did make-up. Turning to me, he gave my back the same chummy wallop he had on Jill’s first day on the set. “Light-boy,” he said to me, leading me into the hallway. “I believe your life is about to improve.”

“How?” I asked, suspicious and trying to see what was going on behind him.

“You’re about to be married to a bona fide porno star!” he said as if I had just won lottery.

“No fucking way!” I said, pushing the big man out of the way and storming back into the make-up room. Jill was taking off her pants. “What the fuck are you doing?” I demanded.

“Saving our bacon,” she said, finishing the job of getting naked.

“How? By fucking those five freaks out there?”

“If that’s what it takes,” she said, her jaw set in the way it gets when she’s determined to have her way. I could remember seeing her jaw set like that back in the sandbox when she wanted the toy I was using and in all the years since, it was a sign that I was about to lose an argument. Not that it ever stopped me.

“No,” I said. “It’s not happening. You’re my wife, not some slut, and you’re not going to fuck five guys.”

“Whose gonna stop me?” she asked, standing naked in front of me, her arms out to her side.

Speechless, I returned her stare. “Why were we even arguing about this?”

“Scottie needs me,” she said, her jaw softening. “He’s stuck and everyone has to get paid even if he doesn’t finish the shoot.”

“Fuck Scottie,” I said and her eyes went wide as she looked past my shoulder. I knew he was standing right behind me and I didn’t care.

“She won’t be fucking me,” he said. “And if you’re not careful, she might be fucking you anymore. Let’s talk.”

“Don’t do this,” I told Jill. “Get dress and let’s go home. We’ll figure something out.” I would had said more, but Scottie was pulling me away.

“Look, this isn’t a bad thing,” he tried to tell me. “She’s willing to do it and trust me, you’d rather have her doing it with you around than have her do it behind your back.”

“B-but…” I stammered, angry, frustrated, and confused. How could tell him I was her only man? That we were exclusive.

“But nothing, champ. Let it happen. She loves you. She said you need to the money and she wants to do it.”

“We don’t need the money this bad.”

He laughed. “Really? Five thousand dollars won’t make a difference to you?”


He nodded. “Come on, give her a chance. If she’s uncomfortable, we’ll stop.”

“Does she have to fuck all these guys?” I asked, realizing he had just steered back to the set.

“If she wants to. Are you going to stop her? She’s a little hellcat, isn’t she?” I looked at the guys lined up along the wall, all of them still sporting Viagra enhanced hard-ons that made me feel inadequate. “Look,” he offered. “If it makes you feel better, why don’t you wait in the kitchen? We’ve got some nice catering.” I shook my head. If this was something Jill wanted to do, then I was going to watch ever second of it, even if it killed me.

No one talked to me as I tried to focus on re-aiming lights and getting ready for the next scene. I tried to push away what was about to happen. It was just another shoot, right? I didn’t believe it, but maybe if I said it enough times inside my head, I would start believing it. I don’t know how long it took for Jill to finish in make-up, days? Weeks? That’s how it felt. Finally, I heard Scottie say, “There’s my star!”

I looked at the doorway and wrapped in a robe stood my wife, but was she really my wife? Her long brown hair was fluffed, styled, and curled in a way I’ve never seen. The make-up girl had applied fake eyelashes that made her eyes look bigger and more innocent than ever before and the way her face was painted, she looked as glamorous as any porn star I had ever witnessed walking on to the set. I stared at her, unsure if I believed my eyes. With a shy smile, she moved closer to me. “I love you,” she whispered.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it,” I growled.

Her smile faltered as her jaw moved back into that set position. “Deal with it,” she said, turning to Scottie for her instructions.

“You’re beautiful,” Scottie said, giving her a huge, friendly smile. “Ready to become a star?”

“I guess,” she said, shooting me a nervous glance, swallowing hard, and nodding at Scottie. “Let’s do this.” She dropped her robe, exposing her naked body to everyone in the room. She avoided my gaze and stepped in front of the lights as I saw the final bit of make-up work: shaving her pussy smooth.

Angry, confused, and disbelieving, I stared at her and felt a new sensation happening, one I had never felt during a film shoot. I was getting hard. No, “getting hard,” doesn’t accurately describe what happened to me. I got hard in an instant and it hurt. My cock wasn’t pointing the right way and it hung up on my boxer shorts, wanting to be all the way hard. Hiding behind a light reflector, I grabbed at my pants and made a quick adjustment. Dammit! Why was my body betraying me like this? I glanced around the room. Had anyone noticed my need for adjustment? Not as far as I could tell. I saw the men lining up to join the set. The big girl who did the make-up had wandered out to the set, too. Behind her, the couple of extra people who always seemed to be on set came into the room, too. I held back a groan realizing everyone was here to watch Jill’s porn debut.

Standing in front of the bright lights she had helped set-up, she looked lost. “You’re beautiful,” Scottie told her. “Cover material.” I bit back a rueful snicker as he fed her the same line he gave every starlet. Worse, Jill smiled when he said it as if she believed it. “Ready for your co-stars?” he asked. She nodded, looking past him and giving the row of guys a brave smile as they filed past to stand in a row of hard, eager cocks behind her. “Okay, sweetheart, let’s starting, okay?”

Jill nodded, turned, and knelt in front of the guy on the far left. Scottie moved with her, kneeling to shoot down the row while I held the reflector to eliminate the shadows between their bodies. “That’s it, baby,” Scottie to her. “Suck that big cock. Take as much of it as you can.” I watched Jill opening her mouth wide, her red painted lips stretching around its girth as she bent her head to swallow as much of it as she could. When I dropped my reflector, it bounced off Scottie’s back. “Dude!” he scowled at me.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, scrambling to pick it the reflector. Unlike real actresses who paused during any break in the action, Jill didn’t. She was sucking the guy, stayed focused on the big cock in her small hand, and ignored the interruption I accidentally created.

“Yeah baby, suck it like a star,” Scottie said, working his camera. “Now move on to the next one.”

Jill shifted to her right, opening her mouth, and drawing the second man’s hard cock between her lips. He was as big as the first man and she gave him the same treatment. My anger began to fade with every throb of my hard cock. This wasn’t a stranger touching those hard cocks, sucking on them, holding in her hands and nuzzling against them, this was my wife, my Jill, the only woman I’ve ever know. Beneath the puffed up, styled hair and behind the make-up and false eyelashes was a woman I knew how to read. I saw the lust in her eyes, the fire burning there as she gave herself over to the moment. I saw how hard her nipples were, they were swollen stiff and if I was allowed to touch them, I knew they would feel like stiff pebbles.

The third cock in line was uncut. If it mattered to her, it didn’t show. She worked that monster with the same zeal as the first two, without a moment’s hesitation at how it looked or how it might have felt differently against her tongue, in her hand, or in her mouth. There were still two more men to go as I watched the number of men my wife had touched intimately multiply, doubling, tripling. It’s easy math when her base number was one before she dropped to her knees.

A moan wanton moaned escaped her lips as she moved from that third cock to the fourth one in the row. She used both her hands, stroking the man she just left as she stroked the man her mouth had yet to meet. “That’s it, baby,” Scottie told her from behind his camera. “Moan all you want. Let’s hear it. Tell us about it.”

“I’m so wet,” she mumbled, barely loud enough for us to hear.

“You’ve got say it louder, sweetie,” Scottie said, keeping his praise poured on as thick as he had with any starlet. “Tell us about it. Tell me about it. How’s that cock feel.”

“So good,” she said, louder.

“Yeah it does. Now say it to the camera.”

Jill pulled her mouth away from the big cock in her mouth, looked right in the camera and said, “I love cock.” The moan that followed her words came from me.

Scottie ignored my interruption, but to her to say it again. She did. “Now make it pop when you pull your mouth off of it,” he told her and just like any other shoot, she took his instructions. I had seen it before, the way Scottie would get a starlet to repeat a line, performing it again with a different emphasis or a different bit of wording.

It took Jill a couple tries to make the “pop” sound she knew Scottie wanted. “I love cock,” Jill said, giving the camera a proud smile. Scottie kept the camera going as she returned to sucking lucky Mr. Fourth in Line. A few head bobs later, he directed her to finish the line.

“Good,” Scottie said, pulling away and rearranging the men. “Circle around boys, you know what to do.” No one was inventing the idea of a gangbang. The guys moved around her, forming a circle that left room for Scottie and his camera. They began groping my wife, clutching at her hard nipples, grabbing at her ass, and trying to finger her pussy. “Just keep sucking,” he told Jill as he moved from spot to spot to get the shot he wanted. I’m couldn’t keep track of who she was sucking and I’m sure she couldn’t do it either. I heard her moan again and felt my hard cock straining inside my jeans. My head spun as I moved between feeling a jealous rage at the men touching her, betrayed by her willingness to let it happen, and dealing with the throbbing hard-on inside my pants.

I stood behind Scottie as he knelt low to get the shot he needed. He was inches from Jill’s face as she bobbed up and down on that big, uncut prick. “Get closer,” he told the guys on either side of her. They leaned in, poking their hard-ons close enough to touch her cheek. “That’s good, baby. Now see if you can fit two in your mouth at once.” Jill looked at Scottie while he talked, but she also looked past him to where I was standing. She looked at my crotch and smiled.

“Enjoying the show, baby?” she asked.

Scottie turned his head, confused, and was staring right at my crotch. He never flinched. In his line of work, being inches away from another man’s hard-on meant nothing to him. He turned back to his camera. “That’s perfect,” he told her. “Say that again, for the camera. Pretend the camera is light-boy’s hard dick.”

“Enjoying the show?” she repeated right before she found a way to work two cockheads inside her mouth at the same time. “Fuck, these hard cocks taste so fucking good,” she told the camera, but then her eyes flickered back to me. She might have said it to the camera, but she meant that for me.

“Good!” Scottie said. “I need some chatter guys.” We worked around the circle of guys surrounding Jill. All seasoned pros, the guys parted and closed the gaps depending on where Scottie wanted to be. And per his request, they added the extra chatter he wanted, too.

“That’s it, bitch, suck that cock,” one guy said and I felt myself bristle at him calling my wife a bitch.

“Here slut, suck on this one,” another guy said, pulling her head to his oversized log. “Yeah baby, tell me how you like it.”

“It’s so hard,” she purred between mouthful. “More!”

“I got more for you, cunt,” another guy said, shoving his cock into her mouth.

Again and again it happened as they teased her and used her mouth. They said horrible things to her, the same horrible things I had heard other guys say to the other two women earlier in the day. Jill ate it up along with their cocks, talking nasty back to them. My heart raced as I watched. I could barely breath, but I couldn’t look away any more than I could stop my cock from throbbing. I had never seen my wife look sexier than she did at that moment, on her knees, naked, and surrounded by cock.

Scottie stopped for a battery change. A gopher ran one to him. Other girls would have stopped when the camera was off. Why waste a good shot if it wasn’t being filmed? Jill either didn’t know that or didn’t care. She kept sucking. “You can stop while he changes batteries,” I whispered.

“What if I don’t want to stop?” she asked, moving to another cock.

Scottie rebooted his big digital video camera, but before he started filming again, he picked up the smaller, still camera. He handed it to me. “Take some pictures for the family photo album,” he told him. I heard a couple of the guys laugh. Fuckers.

“Do it, baby,” Jill told me. “Get a good picture of me with this big cock in my mouth.”

Holding up the camera, I watched her sucking cock on the tiny preview screen. Why did that make it worse? I snapped the shutter and it rapid-fired three shots in a row.

“What do you say, baby? Ready to get laid?” Scottie asked her.

Jill nodded. “How do you want me?”

“We’ll start simple first,” he said, nodding for one of the guys to sit on the couch. “Straddle that for us, okay?” She nodded again and stood with her legs spread over the man’s long, hard cock. When she grabbed it in her small hand, she could barely wrap her hand around it. Holding upright, she lowered herself on it, impaling that tiny, tight pussy that only I had known around it.

“Oh fuck she’s tight,” the actor reported as she moved.

“Not for long,” one of the other guys said, laughing.

I saw Jill wince as she worked the big fuck stick inside of her. She pulled away. I thought she was going to give up, but I was wrong. Bending over, she spat on the head, put her pussy back over it, and worked her way down again. “Ah, much better,” she said, her long eyelashes waving up and down as a wave of pleasure surged through her.

“Oh yeah,” Scottie said, filming away. “Remember, this is a gang-bang, fellows. She had to touch at least two cocks at all times. Let’s get some dick in the shot.” A couple of the guys moved forward, offering her hard cocks. Without being told, Jill sucked the guy on her right while jerking off the guy on her left. “Fucking perfect! That’s cover material!” Scottie pulled away to make room for me and the still camera. “Get some shots of that, it’s hot as hell!”

He was right, of course, it was hot as hell. I could see my wife’s freshly shaved pussy stretched tight around the cock inside of her. I saw the look of desperate pleasure in her eyes. Scottie reminded her to look at the camera while she sucked, eyes open and wide. She did and was looking right at me. Her gaze bore a hole in my heart that was filled with lust to be with her. I suddenly realized, I wanted this woman more than ever before in my life.

The guys formed a rotation with her, passing her from one man to the next. It was important to get good footage of every man fucking her. Scottie had made that clear doing the first two shoots. “All of you are her favorite,” he told the guys. “Let’s show that to the folks at home.” They bent and twisted my Jill as they passed her back and forth. She did them in a reverse cowgirl for the camera. She did them bent over. She even did one guy while clinging to him like a koala bear. As each position or man changed, I was there to take more still pictures. I had to take pictures of her fucking and sucking. Close-ups, far shots, and medium shots.

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