My Wife a Topless Dancer or a Porn Star
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At last, I was on my own again with Mike, dressed sexily and wanting him madly. I wasn't disappointed. His cock was really hard and he took me impatiently on his lounge carpet without removing any of my sexy attire.
He lost control of what he was saying, but it was all expletives about my strip and how professional I had been. He didn't last long that first time, and we went upstairs to his bedroom, where I spent the whole of the rest of the night. I lost count of how many times we made out and how many positions we tried, but I had several lovely cums before we dropped off to sleep.
In the morning, Mike was all over me again. He told me he didn't have to go to work and we would have all day together. And we did. He fucked me in his kitchen, on that lovely circular bed in his den, in my bedroom, and on the stairs. We couldn't leave each other alone.
We only stopped for drinks and a bite to eat, but we did fall asleep together for what was about three hours in my room. We spent a long time in bed together talking about the next day, Mike asked if I was still up for it all.
I told him I was but inquired why the three guys were not allowed to go further when tomorrow, Mike wanted to film me being fucked by two guys
"Terry, Dan and Ian are friends and workmates," he answered, "but the two guys coming tomorrow are professional porn stars, and I don't know them from Adam."
I suppose I understood that reaction, but I was both amazed and excited at the thought of two "professionals" seeing to me.
Mike didn't go to work the next day either. It was my last full day with him, and I was going to entertain two complete strangers in front of the camera.
Yvonne turned up early in the morning and I had another lovely piece of aromatherapy from her.. There were no naughties as Mike was around, but she did ask me which airport she would have to fly to if she came for a holiday. Promising!
Time went so quickly that morning. Mike told me that he wanted the film to have a bit of a story, and I was to be a scantily clad housewife and the two guys were plumbers who had come to fix the washing machine.
I chose a peach coloured negligee, with matching bra and knickers and a pair of hold-ups, all set off with a pair of ridiculously high heeled red shoes.
My heart skipped a beat as a large black BMW pulled up in the drive. I wanted to take a peek, but I controlled myself and waited for Mike to open the front door.
Two guys came in, both casually but smartly dressed. I thought to myself, 'they don't really look like plumbers, but never mind.'
All four of us had a bottle of water each while we were introduced. Both guys were tall, probably over six foot. Steve was well built with really bulging biceps on show, with just a t-shirt on top. He was black and had a London accent and a nice smile, with a lovely set of shining white teeth.
The other guy was called Gunner. I suspect he didn't want to reveal his real name, telling everyone that everybody called him that because he supported Arsenal. He had a forces style haircut, closely cropped mousy hair, and was a little rugged looking. I would put them both in their late thirties. Lucky me!
Mike started filming in the kitchen, the two guys taking it in turn to examine a perfectly good washing machine. They even pulled the machine out a little, and Steve lay down on the kitchen floor as if he knew what he was looking for.
I was filmed standing up, looking lecherously at both of them and letting my legs appear through the gap in the negligee, first one leg, then the other. Gunner was filmed staring at my pose, and then tapping Steve on the shoulder, and said to no-one in particular, "Nice pair of pins."
Steve stood up and said, "All fixed, lady. You should have no more problems now."
I smiled at them and said, "Ooh, that was quick. I hope you're not as fast at everything!" That was improvisation, and I was quite proud of myself.
That's when the action started. I wasn't really acting when I gave them a "come on" look, I was already warming to my task!
Gunner was the first to walk over to me. "Let's have a better look at those legs," he said as he untied the belt of my negligee. He pushed me back against the fridge, one hand rubbing my leg above my hold-up, and the other going around the back of my head, pushing our lips together.
As our tongues began to play with each other, Gunner pulled me away from the fridge and spun me around. Steve walked to my back, got hold of the collar of my negligee and tugged at it. I felt his hands on my back as he carefully pulled it away and threw it to one side.
Gunner pulled away from me, and I was left standing in my bra and panties in the middle of the kitchen with two pairs of eyes and a camera moving up and down my body. It felt good having two very fit guys rubbing their crotches, staring at me. "Is there anything else we could fix for you while we are here, lady?" Steve said with a grin.
"As a matter of fact, there is something," I said, putting my fingers inside my panties while staring at them both. Mike filmed us going out of the kitchen door, me leading the way.
We all made our way through to the photo den. Not a word was said on the way. I was excited and expectant. Mike put his arm around me and told me I was doing brilliantly as I made my way to the round bed.
I sat on the edge of the bed to start off with, and the two guys sat either side of me. Steve and I kissed, his tongue finding mine while he felt my tits through my bra. He pushed the bra cup down to expose my nipple and started playing with it. At the same time, Gunner's hand was going higher and higher up the inside of my legs.
Mike was moving around the bed getting different angles. Steve removed my bra, and then the two of them pulled me to the middle of the bed and I lay down.
Steve's tongue was now licking my nipples, and every now and then, he gave them a little suck or a gentle bite. I was loving it. Then I felt Gunner get hold of my panties. I raised my bum, and he pulled them right off, first over one leg, then the other. I spread my legs wide and Gunner's tongue was on my pussy lips in seconds.
They swapped positions. God, it was lovely. They were both experts with their tongues, and I was loving every bit of the attention, almost oblivious to Mike and his camera now.
As Steve put two fingers up me and licked my clit, Gunner stopped, stood up, and quickly stripped off. He was tall and wiry, had a few small tattoos, and a lot of veins showing on his muscles. His cock was hard, and he lay with it close to my head. I started giving him a blow job. I was trying to concentrate on that, but it was difficult because of the extreme pleasure I was feeling from Steve's tongue and fingers.
The blow job was a bit awkward in that position, so now I knelt on the bed with Steve licking me from behind. Gunner's cock stood proud as he lay down, and now I could give it my best attention.
We stayed in this position for ages. I was loving what Steve was doing to me, letting out little gasps and moans. Gunner was saying some lovely things about what I was doing to his cock and balls, and he had an expression on his face that seemed to express pain as much as pleasure. I thought he was going to explode!
Eventually, they swapped again. Steve stripped quickly, while Gunner's tongue found my very wet pussy. Steve was like a man mountain. Such big muscles. There was not a hair on his body, he was smooth, brown and lovely. His cock was big. Very big in fact, but although he had an erection, it wasn't as hard as Gunner's had been. I made Steve wait a little, my tongue first licking his nipples and all around his chest and tummy before eventually taking his cock in my mouth.
While I was wanking his shaft and running my tongue all around his knob, Gunner got on his knees and I felt his cock going inside me from the back. He eased it in slowly, but when he was fully in, he started pounding me, giving me an occasional slap on my buttocks.
My little moans and my heavy breathing made the blow job more difficult, but I stuck to my task. Gunner was good, very good, and he now had my right tit in his hand whilst he was banging away. I could feel his balls slapping against me. It was so good.
Steve hadn't shagged me yet, but he put that right. I straddled him, my back towards his face, and I helped him put it in. Mmmm it was hard enough now alright! His hands were around my waist, and I rode his cock as he moved me up and down.
Gunner pushed his cock towards my mouth, and I soon tasted myself. I just let myself go now. They could do anything they wanted. I was a wanton woman having the time of my life with two very sexy men. I was completely lost in the pleasure of it all.
I reached orgasm after orgasm. I was fucked in so many positions, I lost count. I had two cocks in my mouth at the same time. I had two tongues going for my clit and pussy lips at the same time. And they just kept going. I couldn't believe how long they were lasting.
The guys were in complete control now. They were obviously experts at their job. They told me they were both ready to cum. Steve pounded away me in the missionary, but pulled out and shot his load all over my belly, and Gunner wanked himself close to my face and his cum splattered over my eyes, nose and mouth.
It was over. Only then did I become aware of Mike and his camera again. As I came back to reality, I smiled at the ridiculous sight of my red high heels still on my feet!
Gunner and Steve went for a shower one after the other, and I followed after they had finished. Pity really, I would have fancied a bit of sudsy fun with both of them.
I never saw them again. They left while I was still getting myself clean and decent. So now I was alone with Mike, my lovely cameraman and lover.
It was nearly 5 pm. Mike told me that he had seventy-two minutes of footage of me with Gunner and Steve. No wonder I was feeling a little tired. I asked Mike how they managed to keep going that long, and he told me he thought that they maybe take some sort of pill to prolong things, but he wasn't sure.
What he told me next made my day. "They both said that they thought you were absolutely wonderful and that they would love to do a repeat with you, if there was any chance," Mike said, smiling.
If it was true, and I had no reason to suspect otherwise, that was a real feather in my cap. Here I was in my sixties being given the greatest compliment by two professional studs who presumably had a great choice of ladies to perform with. Wow!
I was leaving at lunchtime the next day, so there would certainly be no time on this visit, but I was already thinking that I might be back again someday soon.
Mike made us both a bacon sandwich, and we sat in the kitchen eating and chatting. "I have a serious amount of editing to do," Mike told me. "I want to make sure that today's action and the striptease are ready for you to take copies back with you," he continued.
So, he disappeared off to the den, and I made myself comfortable in front of the TV in the lounge. I was exhausted, but I stayed awake long enough to phone Gary. I told him that everything was OK and that I would have a lot to tell him and show him when I got back the next evening.
Sleep came quickly after that. When I woke up, the TV was still on, and I was still on my own. My watch said it was coming up to midnight.
I made myself a coffee, and just as the kettle came to the boil, Mike appeared. "All finished," he said, handing me two DVDs.
"Thank you," I said, and I went to put them away in my handbag.
"Don't you want to see how good you were Jill?" Mike asked, smiling wickedly at me.
He put on the one of me doing my striptease. It was very professionally filmed and edited. And there in front of us on his very large screen, I was prancing around in front of Ian, Dan and Terry. It's a very strange feeling seeing yourself, and I suppose I wasn't half bad.
The looks Mike had captured on all of our faces were brilliant. We watched the whole thing, including the blow jobs at the end.
We had been sitting together on the settee watching, and Mike had been stroking my leg underneath my negligee all the time. "You were bloody brilliant Jill," he said. "You are such a turn on, and I want you again right now."
Watching myself perform had made me very wet. We had a great session on his settee. This time Mike didn't remove my knickers, but finger fucked me through the flimsy black lace. Then he did the same with his tongue. I loved it.
Everything Mike did to me seemed perfect. He smelt good, he kept me in a constant state of ecstasy, his cock was big and hard, and when he eventually got round to fucking me, it was fantastic. At the height of our arousal, we were telling each other wonderful things about each other, some of which neither of us should have said. But hey ho! it was our last night together for a while.
We had a breather and a couple of glasses of Baileys each. We talked and talked. Mike told me that he wasn't working and that he would be taking me to Stansted the next morning. Hard luck, Ian!
Mike switched everything off, and we wandered hand in hand up to his room. There was so little time left together, but we certainly made the best of it. God, what a sexy week to look back on. I made MIke cum another three times, twice during the night and again in the morning.
I wish I could remember how many times I came, but it must have been some sort of record. Then it was shower time. Boring packing to do, and getting ready for my journey home to hubby. I was still in a bit of a daze as we made our way to Stansted. We talked all the way and made lots of promises about seeing each other again soon.
Mike helped me with my luggage as far as he was allowed, we kissed and hugged and said our goodbyes, and I made my way into the airport after a quick smoke.
The flight home to Turkey takes four hours, and my head was so full of thoughts. The positives. I had got some of the very best sex ever from Mike, and I knew I was going to get some more. I had proved to myself that I could perform for the camera, both in the strip and in the hard porn.
Two professional and experienced studs had fucked me, and despite me being in my sixties, had made it known that they wanted to do it again. Maybe I had the prospect of another adventure on my bi side on the horizon with the lovely Yvonne.
I had two DVDs in my baggage that would keep hubby on the boil for ages. Gary had been on about me having sex with a black guy for years, and now I had done it, and it was all on film.
And the negatives. Well firstly, my feelings for Mike were way too strong, to the point of being dangerous.
The dogging experience was just not for me. OK, I had tried it for the first time, but I didn't think I would be doing it again any time soon. Films of me shagging, giving blow jobs, taking cum in my mouth were in Mike's possession, and I had put my trust in him keeping them for his own private use. I had no way of knowing that they wouldn't one day be seen by my family and friends.
But overall it had been a fantastic sexy week. Would I do it again? Well, I was already trying to work out when my next free week would be.
And yes, I would do it all again apart from the dogging.
My thoughts went back to the start of this wonderful sexy journey. How I had changed from the shy, faithful wife who had only ever had sex from one man to a porn film performer who was beginning to lose count of the number of cocks she had satisfied. And to the fact that I knew there was much more to come, in the not too distant future.
I had Ray, my young Turkish lover, plus Mary to satisfy my ever-increasing desire for fun on my bi side, Ben, my holiday lover who was planning another week with me. And Bob and Linda who had promised some more swinging action on their next visit. And now, just maybe, another visit to the UK to be with Mike, and Yvonne thinking about coming over for a week in the sun.
Of course, not forgetting my wonderful hubby Gary who I knew was going to be incredibly randy.
I drifted off to sleep on the flight, and when I woke, my thoughts turned to Gary watching the DVDs at home before giving me my "welcome home" shag.
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