Couples Grow Together

*Sorry I took so long to write a new story. I'll work on creating some shorter ones so they come out more frequently. I've submitted this for the Valentine's Day contest due to the focus on romance and romantic couples.

Additionally, I appreciate all the feedback I've gotten, including suggestions for celebrities to include. I have the next handful in mind, but I promise I am not ignoring them.*

--July 2024--

As I sat at my computer, mulling over a prospective guest, I heard a knock at my door. "Come in," I called out, still intent on my project. "You don't need to knock during my office hours," I said without looking up.

"Still, it's polite," a husky, feminine voice said. I looked up to see Jennifer Lawrence, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, just caressing the tops of her bare breasts. One hand rested on a hip cocked to one side. This accentuated her long legs, thick thighs, and shaved pussy.

I turned my full attention to her, taking a welcome break from my problem. "Ms. Lawrence, good to see you. I hope you're enjoying your stay so far?"

She smiled. "Very much so. And no need to be so formal. Mind if I sit?"

"Please," I said, gesturing towards one of the chairs in front of my desk. Jennifer sat, crossing her legs. I couldn't help but take a glance at the way her thighs flattened slightly against the chair. It boggled my mind how some people felt self-conscious about that; I always thought it looked appealing.

"I came to see if you had any plans for the evening," she said.

"I do not. Why do you ask?"

"As I'm sure you know, Emma Stone and her family are staying in the same suite as me and my family." It had slipped my mind, so I appreciated the reminder. "We're sending the kids to be looked after for the evening so we can have an adults only dinner party. Would you and your partner like to join us?"

"I don't have a partner right now, so I'm not sure if you want me as a fifth wheel."

"I'm so sorry to have assumed! We do want you, but an even number would be nice. Think you could get a date?"

I considered for a moment. "Yeah, I can."

Jennifer beamed. "Wonderful! This is going to be fun!" She stood up and came around to my side of the desk, arms open for a hug. I stood up and we wrapped our arms around each other. My dick brushed against the bare smooth skin just above her pussy as her breasts squished against my chest. "See you there!" She broke the embrace and left.

I sat back down and whipped up a text to Ann, one of the in-house photographers. She was a good friend, and usually didn't make a lot of plans.

--That Evening--

As I was shutting down my computer for the evening, my office door opened and Ann came in. She stood about 5'4", incredibly pale with long brown hair in a braid nearly to her small pert ass. Her breasts were on the smaller size, but still well rounded capped by small pink nipples. Belying her height, her legs seemed incredibly long, coming together in a patch of thin brown pubes. She had a round face, sporting round glasses and a broad smile.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Ann asked.

"Just about. Thanks for coming on such short notice."

Ann giggled. "Still getting used to rubbing elbows with famous people. How could I pass it up?"

"They're people just like us, don't be weird about it," I playfully chided.

She shoved me with a chuckle. "Fuck off, I won't."

We went down the escalator to Emma Stone and Jennifer Lawrence's suite. I knocked on the door when we arrived. Emma answered, bare as the day she was born. She was skinnier than she used to be, but her lean physique suited her well. Her pale graceful legs drew my attention, as did her wispy ginger pubes.

"Tim, you made it!" Emma exclaimed. She threw her arms around me, reaching down to goose me. "Introduce me to your friend?"

"You must not have made it down to the photography studio, this is Ann, one of our photographers."

Emma graciously stated, "I have not made it down there. I've been hoping to check out a camera and keep forgetting. Do you hug?"

Ann, starstruck, stammered, "Yes."

Conversely to my embrace, Emma wrapped her arms around Ann in a gentle way. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ann." Surprised, Ann couldn't help but lean her head onto Emma's shoulder, turning the embrace more intimate. After a surprisingly long moment, Emma broke the embrace, guiding us into the living room of the suite. Ann turned to me after Emma turned her back and mouthed 'wow'. We couldn't help but ogle Emma's firm backside as it swished before us.

We met boisterous conversation when we entered the living room. It appeared that Cooke Maroney, Jennifer Lawrence's husband, had just made a joke, since Jennifer and Dave McCary, Emma Stone's husband, were laughing raucously.

Dave piped up, "Glad you could join us! The food's on the counter; one vegan option, one non-vegan."

Everybody got up and moseyed over to the kitchen to serve themselves. Jennifer Lawrence made sure to slide in front of me, jamming her ass into my groin. She playfully grinded against me for a moment while no one was looking. I raised no objections! We settled at the table with our food and started up dinner conversation.

Ann seemed concerned, and I had too, that she would be left out unintentionally, being the one unfamiliar face in the group. The opposite happened as Emma Stone engaged her directly, asking all about her job at the resort and how she liked it here. Jennifer Lawrence chimed in upon realizing Ann was not a guest, but a staff member who intended to live here year-round.

"Tim mentioned the photography studio earlier?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, I help with photoshoots, run the darkroom and check out equipment to guests," Ann answered.

"Woah, you can check out cameras here?" Dave exclaimed.

"You didn't know? It was in the brochure," Jennifer jabbed.

"Sounds like a liability issue," Dave mused.

I came to defend the practice. "Not really. They're all film cameras, so nothing ends up on a computer that can get uploaded to the internet here. Everything taken is developed by Ann here and returned to the person who checked out the camera only. If they request it, copies can be made, but they are entirely in our guests' hands."

Dave considered this new information. "Seems a solid enough system."

"In no small part because of the trust placed in Ann here," I said. "She is discretion incarnate."

Ann blushed. "Oh stop. Just means I have to keep the juicy stuff I see to myself."

Jennifer asked, "How juicy are we talking?"

Everyone stopped talking as Ann glanced nervously towards me. I considered how to answer for a moment before saying, "It's not like you're distributing the photos. It just doesn't leave this room, got it?" Everyone nodded, eager to hear the salacious details.

Ann contemplated her examples. "Well, there were a bunch from Gal Gadot and her husband. Really focused on how much of his cock she could fit in her mouth. It was a lot, and he's not a small man. There were a few cumshots in there, and one where it even came out of her nose!"

Cooke muttered, "Damn," beneath his breath. I caught him shifting in his seat, clearly getting aroused.

Ann continued, "There were some of Jessica Alba with two cocks in hand and sitting on another while smiling at the camera. Pretty sure none of them were her husband." Jennifer shifted in her seat, leaning in to listen more intently. "Last one I'll tell you about; John Legend and Chrissy Teigen in a foursome with Ashton Kutcher and Mila Kunis. They were swapping partners and everything."

Cooke exclaimed, "Just like in Kinds of Kindness, right?"

Jennifer Lawrence smacked his arm. "Rude."

Emma Stone laughed. "No he's right. It's fun too." An awkward silence fell. All of us just assumed it was a bit in the movie. "The foursome in the movie wasn't even Yorgos' idea, it was mine." Everyone but Dave turned to look at Emma. He just smirked to himself. "Yeah, it was even with Jesse Plemons. Just included Kirsten Dunst instead of Margaret Qualley."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Learn something new every day. It did look like someone had fun ideas about the positioning, guess it was you."

Jennifer blurted out, "Did you film it like in the movie?"

Emma sighed. "Alas, no. Dave and I just have the memories." She squeezed Dave's hand and they kissed, briefly but passionately.

Ann muttered to herself, still blown away by the turn in the conversation, "With the proper equipment..."

Only I seemed to notice. "Ann, what was that you were saying?"

Ann refocused, surprised that she had been heard. "I was just thinking that it intentionally looked a bit amateurish in the movie, which helped make the scene as funny as it was. But with a proper sound stage, and using a few cameras, basically running it like a proper movie set..."

Jennifer finished the thought. "...you could make a cinema-quality sex tape. Possibly better than porn because of the authenticity."

"Exactly," Ann said.

"The thought had crossed my mind when we built that small sound stage on the south side of the road," I agreed.

Jennifer excitedly exclaimed, "Want to do it Em?"

Emma spat out her drink, caught completely off guard. It dripped down her chin and onto her bare breasts. "Do what?"

"Film a couple swapping sex tape like in Kinds of Kindness!" Jennifer said.

"With whom?" Emma asked, genuinely confused.

Jennifer motioned to Cooke. "What about us?"

Emma's mouth fell open as Dave and Cooke spat out their drinks. Ann and I looked at each other, eyebrows raised. Emma stammered out, "Really? I know we talk about sex, but do you really want to go that next step?"

Jennifer reached across the table to grasp Emma's hands. "Em, I love you. You've been an incredible friend for many years, and we have supported each other through some rough patches. We've both got a healthy, stable relationship. I haven't known him as long as you, but I love Dave too. I figure you feel the same about Cooke. I'm feeling torn between 'let's just have some fun' and 'it needs a serious deep emotional connection', because it's both! Just know that I want this. I've mulled it over for years, and I never even told Cooke because I assumed it would never happen. Maybe it could here."

Emma teared up, clutching at Jennifer's hands. "That's beautiful, dear. I always thought about having distance with the other couple, so it's only been tertiary friends or acquaintances. I don't know about you Dave, but always worried about ruining a great friendship over this." Dave nodded in agreement. "But you're right. It doesn't have to. We could just have fun, with someone we have a deep emotional connection to. It can be both." They let go of each other's hands and stood up hastily, running around the table to embrace. It was loving and tender, sensual but not sexual (yet).

Jennifer pulled away, wiping a tear from her own eye. "I'm sorry, we forgot to ask Dave and Cooke. Would you be OK with this?" Dave stood up, sporting a rock-hard erection. "OK, you're in," Jennifer laughed. "Cooke?"

Cooke stared down at his drink, swirling it around absently. His brow furrowed, deep in thought. Ann and I glanced at each other again, worried about what might come next. I braced myself to jump into deescalation mode. Jennifer and Emma grew concerned as they glanced at each other too. Suddenly, a smile spread across Cooke's face. He looked up at Jennifer and stood. He too was sporting a massive erection!

Jennifer laughed and smacked his arm. "Asshole!" she joked.

"Had you going there, huh?" Cooke smirked. "Of course I'm in, look at her!" He gestured at Emma Stone's porcelain figure, causing one of Emma's signature wide smiles to spread across her face. "But seriously, I've never done anything like this, but I agree with your assessment, Jen. We have a great relationship, and we can have some fun together with our best friends. Will our friendship be the same? No, but I'm excited to see what this new one will look like. Even if we never do anything outside of this shoot again."

Jennifer teared up again. "I love you honey." She wrapped him up in tight hug, his erection pressed up against her belly. A gleam lit Jennifer's eyes all of a sudden. She broke her embrace with Cooke, leaving a small spot of precum near her belly button. Jennifer pulled Emma close to whisper in her ear. They giggled together before turning to their husbands, grasping them by the dick. "How about we start practising now?" Jennifer purred, leading Cooke by the dick to Emma's waiting hand. Emma gently moved Dave into Jennifer's hand. They both started stroking the penises of their new partners as Dave and Cooke drank in the turn of events.

Emma said, "I think it might be time to wind down the party. We've got a couple hours till we need to get the kids, and we have some practice to start." She giggled, then turned to Ann. "Would you be OK shooting our sex tape?"

Ann stammered in a flustered fashion, "Uh, I usually do still photography..."

Emma reached down with a second hand to fondle Cooke's balls while she continued stroking him. "I believe in you. Stanley Kubrick started out the same way, and he had a particularly good eye for framing. I think you can do marvellously."

"I would probably need some help..." Ann said tremulously, eyes fixed on Emma's hands and the cock in them.

Jennifer piped up, both hands working Dave's shaft as she pressed the head against her belly, "Tim, maybe you could direct?"

I'd never thought about directing before, let alone essentially a porn shoot, but it intrigued me. However, I saw the two couples might be looking for some time to focus on their new connections. "Ann and I will consider it, we'll talk tomorrow. Ann?" I said, gesturing towards the door.

Ann's eyes were now fixated on Jennifer's hands stroking Dave's cock. "Hmm? Yes, have a good evening," she blurted out, turning towards the door. We departed, and I caught Emma and Jennifer dropping to their knees as I shut the door. Ann turned to me. "Holy shit, did that just happen?"

I shrugged. "Happens sometimes here. People discover new ways to enjoy themselves and others."

"Wow. I need to go mull this over. Probably after masturbating."

"Happens to me all the time," I reassured her.

"I'll send you a picture," Ann said, kissing me quickly on the lips before dashing off towards her quarters. I loved the way her cute ass jiggled when she ran. Guess I had some things to mull over after masturbating too.

--A Few Days Later--

How could Ann and I pass up this opportunity? We met together many times planning out the set and how we would shoot. A couple meetings were held with the two couples to discuss how they wanted the sequence of sex acts to follow and how to incorporate any improvisation. I was stunned at how much sex they were having in preparation for the shoot, I only hoped they still had energy left. Hell, Emma Stone was jacking off both men while we discussed how she wanted to get spit-roasted! Glad to see the spark was still in their marriages.

It did not escape my notice that Ann was cozier with me than usual. She intentionally sat immediately next to me while we planned so our legs touched. On one occasion, she crawled over the side of the couch we were on to grab a new pencil, but she made sure I got a good view of her pussy. It wasn't immaculately kept, but I appreciated that about her. She was confident in her body, which she wasn't always. It was delightful to work with her creatively again (we hadn't since college), and this time around, I was starting to see her a little differently.

The day came, and Ann and I were at the studio setting up the shoot. We designed a nice bedroom set with a king-sized bed (extra reinforced). Ann and I would both have cameras, her for wide shots, and me for closeups. Only two more people were brought in to help us; one for lights and one on a boom mic. So many amateur sex tapes are poorly shot, poorly lit, and have poor sound, and I intended to remedy all of them.

When we were about 15 minutes from our stars arriving, Isaac, our lighting tech said, "I hate to ask, but will it be better if we've been uhh... relieved before we start?" He stood about six feet tall, very lean, enough that a hint of abs showed, and his cock was twitching.

I glanced at Ann and Molly, our boom mic operator. Molly was short with wide hips and a large ass. She had some extra fat around the middle, and she wore it magnificently. "I was thinking the same thing," she said, shifting in place. I couldn't help but glance down at her neat patch of blonde pubes above her slightly protruding lips.

Ann nodded as well. "I've seen them too. It'll be unbelievable," she chimed in.

"I understand your thinking, I do," I assured them. "But I'm not looking to shoot this in a cold, dispassionate way. The camera is a participant as much as those being portrayed. This is for our couples to view afterwards again and again. The camera's eye needs to showcase the lust and passion that they do as performers. We're going to tap into that by not relieving our horniness. I discussed this with the couples, they want this too." Everyone looked a bit concerned and slightly crestfallen. "Don't worry," I said with a smile. "You will be amply rewarded for your effort."

Before anyone could ask for clarification, Emma Stone, Jennifer Lawrence, and their husbands walked onto the set. Isaac and Molly's jaws dropped. His cock rose to attention and her nipples hardened.

"Glad to see we're welcome," Jennifer Lawrence purred, trailing her finger up Isaac's shaft as she walked past him.

"We really appreciate all the work you're putting in," Emma Stone said seductively as she wrapped Molly in an intimate hug, giving her ample ass a good squeeze.

They sashayed over to the set, looking over how everything was positioned, discussing something with their husbands so we couldn't hear. Isaac and Molly

turned to me slowly, eyes wide and mouths agape. They walked over to me and Ann hurriedly.

"What do you mean 'amply rewarded'?" Isaac asked.

"They wanted to keep it a surprise, on the condition you haven't relieved yourself," I clarified. "I know you are both good at this, and can handle the extra distraction without it affecting your job quality. It's why I picked you. Do you two trust me?" They looked at each other and to Ann, then nodded to me. "Good. You're going to do great." I walked towards the foursome, noticing Cooke and Dave were already starting to stiffen. "So, did everyone agree on how to start? Did you want to dive right into the sex or have some kind of exposition?"

Dave answered, "If we were going to sell it for a larger audience, which we're not, right?" Jennifer and Emma vigorously shook their heads. "OK, OK, just double checking. If we were, we'd want the exposition, but otherwise, let's get right down to business."

"Do you want to do any kind of lead up, like starting dressed and getting naked as you get into it, or start off naked?"

Cooke spoke up. "We would like a fun reminder of this place, so not a piece of textile will be seen!" Emma and Jennifer cheered at this.

I clapped my hands together. "That's all I wanted to settle. Shall we start?" All four performers cheered. "Great, enter from camera right, and let the staging flow naturally from there. It's a small set, Ann and I will be able to handle a bit of improvisation. Let's roll!"

I motioned for Ann to set up her wide shots, encompassing the entire bed. I started rolling my camera before the official go ahead even, since I would be capturing various close up shots. After a couple minutes, the last tweaking to the light setup was in place, and Molly had her boom mic positioned, set to follow where I set my focus most. Another stationary mic caught ambient sound. I finally yelled, "Action!"