It took months, but both of our dreams were coming true. It was our anniversary gift to each other: for her to be gangbanged and humiliated, and for me to see my sexy wife starring in her own porno. She was sitting in the makeup chair, getting a mix of different skin products applied. Most of it was waterproof, but the mascara was chosen to run dramatically for the camera. Her fuzzy robe covered wrist cuffs and a chastity belt. Her curves were obscured by the baggy garment, but I could see her hips squirming already, anticipating the coming action. I wanted to throw her down and take her then and there, but I smiled and told myself to follow the script. She caught my smile and returned it, interrupting the makeup artist's work for a moment. There was a sexy, hungry fire in her black pearl eyes. The crow's feet at the corners of her eyes disappeared under a few swipes of the brush, and she could have passed for twenty-five again, my bride returned to me. I never told her, it would have been too corny, but the rich golden brown of her flawless skin had always reminded me of the most fertile soil back on my father's Iowa farm. Funny how quick I moved to escape that farm, but I flocked to my Earth goddess shortly after. My smile broke into a full on grin as I thought "she and the field are both ready to get plowed, too."
A corn-fed white boy like me has no business bedding an ebony goddess like her, but there was no way I could have ever told her no either. She had decided she would be billed as Venus Starr, but she was just Jeannie to me. The full fantasy is to release the tape, but we gave ourselves the option to back out.
Her dark wavy hair floated loose around her shoulders, released just yesterday from the more professional-looking style I hate. She is such a natural beauty, it seems a shame to hide it for the sake of an office job. No more. She won't be going back. Between the modest sales my novel was enjoying and her sheer drive, we could retire to a decent but not glamorous life even if the film didn't make a dime.
She stood, slightly clinking as her decorations rattled.
"Ready?"
She nodded, eyes still smoldering.
Right on time, Andy, the ostensible director, opened the door and announced that everything was ready.
"Just waiting on you, Mr. and Mrs. Torvald."
I could sense her nervous energy as she walked through the door, the picture of confidence to everyone else.
We passed through a couple hallways that could have been any normal office building and transitioned to the rough bricks of the dungeon, our chosen set.
We finally reached our destination. A short slim bench was bolted to the floor, with a couple rings in the floor next to it. Jeannie let the robe fall and my heart skipped a beat. I saw her lush curves come into view, her smooth back narrowing to her waist, which flowered out to her wide hips and round ass. She half turned, giving me a profile view of one magnificent breast. I never wanted to change her, but for confidence in front of the camera, she'd had them lifted around the time we decided we were really going to go through with it. I'd begged her to keep her natural large areolas, and she gave in, to my delight.
Time started again, and I bent to retrieve the robe. As I stood, she wrapped my shoulders in a hug and kissed me. I slid a hand around her back and then down, cupping a handful of her supple ass and brushing the metal of the belt.
"I love you," I whispered.
"You better," she replied. "Say 'action,' honey."
Andy handed me a leather collar with a chain leash. I looked at the cameraman and got a thumbs up.
I took a breath.
"Action!"
I clipped the collar around Jeannie's neck, and led her to the bench. A little blonde pixie of a girl met us as we approached, wearing only black panties. I handed the leash to her.
"One slut wife, as promised." It was one of a dozen opening lines I'd juggled. We would film a few different versions of this portion, but the first was the most memorable to me.
We chose this adorable little slut to contrast with Jeannie, making her seem even more womanly and earthy next to the girlish professional.
"Prepare her." I growled in my best Dom voice.
"Yes, Sir," she said.
I stepped out of view and the blonde had Jeannie kneel by the bench. We cut the scene there and did several more takes, but eventually Jeannie knelt and the little waif continued, unclipping the collar and starting a harness tie around Jeannie's chest, securing her arms behind her back and constructing a sort of bra out of the rope. Her breasts looked amazing as the rope tightened around them, bringing them to a perky majesty not normally achievable for tits her size.
The bench was really more like a padded sawhorse in size, narrow enough that when the blonde bent Jeannie forward, her breasts hung on either side. More rope was passed around the bench and Jeannie's back, then another coil over the back of her neck. Finally, her ankles were tied to the rings on the floor. She was completely helpless. We later edited out the blonde asking if she was comfortable, and then the chastity belt was unlocked.
Her lovely pussy was already dripping, and I grew rock hard at the sight and at the memories of our preparation.
Two months before, I began eating her to orgasm at least once a day. I lay on my stomach between her thighs, struggling to control my own orgasm as my hips rocked against the mattress. Other times, she rode my face, her body my temple, my tongue her throne. She would look at my bobbing cock and slowly stroke it, keeping it teased and leaking, but never cumming. On her period, I indulged her nipples instead, a method we'd found a long time ago could also bring her to orgasm. Her body came to expect my daily worship, and then with one month until the shoot, everything switched.
No more orgasms for her, all the orgasms for me. I gave it to her exclusively in the ass, readying her for our fantasy. She would kneel, then lower her chest to the floor or mattress and reach back to pull her cheeks apart, exposing her tiny anal ring and hungry cunt. I poured a month's worth of pent-up lust deep into her asshole, as many times a day as I could keep myself going for.
Every assfucking ramped up her arousal and frustration, and even the first one had her pushing her hips back, desperate for as much cock as I could give, even though it couldn't make her cum in that hole. By the middle of the second week she was outright begging for an orgasm. By the end of that week, I had introduced the chastity belt. Her clit and nipples were constantly hard, her juices flowed out from under the belt, and every movement showed her barely contained fire. She was ready.
