When he awoke next morning he knew that he was in trouble. He was flat on his back while Helen was lying on her side, facing him, with one leg thrown over his and her arm across his chest. On the other side Ellie was an almost perfect mirror image.
Both of them were sound asleep and he desperately wanted to use the bathroom.
'Oh no! I can see the headline now, "New male pornstar sensation experiences lack of bladder control!" ... maybe I can get a job advertising incontinence products for males,' he thought.
'If the day has started this badly then how much worse can it get?'
Helen slowly drifted out of sleep and slowly began to realise that she was half sprawled across someone's naked body. Who was it? What day was it? The answer to the last question would determine the answer to the first ... if only she could remember what day it was.
She tried opening her eyes but that didn't work. Oh, her eyes opened without any problems, but she was lying face down and it was almost too dark to see the colour of the sheets.
She didn't want to wake whichever guy it was that she was lying on so she didn't move her head, instead she tried to remember what had happened last night. Did they have sex? She wasn't sure so maybe she hadn't fucked the guy she was lying on.
That would mean that she was almost on top of Greg although why wouldn't she have had sex with Greg? Sex with Greg was an almost nightly occurrence ... something she looked forward to ... so maybe this wasn't Greg.
Maybe this was Byron ... oh god, if it was then she should be leaking cum everywhere. The night before he had been insatiable ... and so had she ... he had been a fucking machine ... a human sybian with no 'Off' switch as he fucked her through one screaming orgasm after another.
How could a man who was such a great fuck in bed ... or anywhere else that he cared to take her ... be such a wimp and poor rich kid in real life? His wife had walked out on him ... all the way to Helen's house ... where she was now a very welcome third in Helen and Greg's bed.
She had gone because of the way that Byron had treated her. For years she had put up with him treating her like a silly little child instead of highly intelligent businesswoman she really was and then, just a couple of days ago, she had snapped ... she had put up with his attitude long enough ... and she walked out and had already begun divorce proceedings.
But Byron couldn't believe that she would ever do anything like that ... she would come back ... he didn't have to chase her and he didn't have to change ... she would come back and until she did he had Helen to play with several times a week.
Yes, that was Byron ... but was this guy Byron and what day of the week was it?
A groan from the other side of the bed provided the answer, that was Ellie's groan so it must be Saturday and the warm hunky male she was lying on had to be her own husband ... Greg.
She began to think about finding his morning glory before Ellie did ... and then she remembered which Saturday this one was. This was the Saturday she was shooting a very raw and rough gangbang scene ... and her husband was going to be part of it.
She could feel her body begin to tingle as she thought about what would be happening in a few hours' time. She and another pornstar would share ten guys ... well, not exactly share because it was going to be one long fuck fest with the guys rotating through both girls multiple times.
She shivered; she had been gangbanged before and she loved being taken by multiple guys ... but this one was going to be different. This one was going to be more European ... harder, rougher, more spontaneous, more cream pies and just more fucking. She had wanted to experience this type of action ever since her first almost choreographed US style gangbang.
The normal gangbang scene shot in the US was more orchestrated and the guys weren't allowed to cum till the end. It had seemed unnatural to her and had left her feeling a little disappointed.
In Europe a guy could cum in her cunt in the first five minutes and the action would keep on rolling. Somebody could cum on her tits and the cameras would still keep rolling and the guys would keep on fucking her.
She would be DP'd ... she would be made airtight ... she would swap kisses and drool cum in the other girl's mouth while they were being fucked. She would be slammed through multiple orgasms again and again and take any guy in any hole they wanted ... and the cameras would just keep rolling.
She thought of it as being a total slut ... something that she had fantasised about for years before she had taken the plunge and opened her legs to someone other than her husband ... something that she did not regret doing ... except to maybe wish she had done it sooner.
There would be no breaks and no time to clean up ... it would just go on and on till none of the guys had anything left to give and then it would stop and she would lay there totally spent and totally satisfied.
Ellie kissed them both passionately before she let them leave the house. She had wanted to come with them when Helen had told her that one or two guests of the performers were sometimes allowed to watch but Helen had turned her down.
There would be too much going on in a fairly limited space and having spectators who might get in the way was not something that any Director would allow. No one would want to have to cut out a large chunk of video because someone fell over and made a lot of noise behind the camera ... if the actors really got into the action every bit of footage could be used so there would be no guests.
Helen insisted that they give themselves plenty of time to get to the location, she was nervous enough without having to stress about being late. Greg on the other hand seemed to be trying to delay their departure.
"I know you're nervous Lover, I am too, but being late won't achieve anything and it certainly won't stop you from being in your first porn scene," she hugged and kissed him and picked up her bag before gently pushing him out the door.
If there was any part of the scene where he would appear with clothes on his normal street clothes would be OK but Helen would need some clothes she could wear home so she had a pair of Bermuda shorts, a simple cotton top and some panties in her bag while she wore the clothes that she would be wearing when the scene started.
Those clothes showed off a lot of her body and Greg's body responded accordingly. Helen noticed and she laughed, "Not long now and you can stick that cock into every one of my holes and Cindy's holes as often as you can."
And that was one of the things that was bothering Greg. What if he had to stand there in front of nine other guys and his wife and show them that he couldn't get his cock hard?
And this time was the first time he had seen her getting fucked as a pornstar ... he had seen Byron bang her often enough in the last few months but that was different ... what if he couldn't handle see her up close and personal while she got hammered by all those guys in front of the camera?
He could just feel it in his bones ... today was not going to be a good day.
Kalya Productions had their own studios and production centre, and they also had several large houses spread around the outskirts of LA that they purchased over the last few years that were used for video production.
On busy days there might be different videos being shot at either end of the house and several out in the gardens as well. One day Helen had counted five scenes being shot at the same time at the house they were heading to. The demand for porn never stopped and neither did the production teams.
But she wasn't surprised that on this Saturday there was only one cast and crew onsite. There would be at least 26 people involved in this production so other production crews would just get in the way of each other.
A Production Assistant met them downstairs and took the copies of their current health certificates simply by photographing them with her cell phone and then they were directed upstairs where another Production Assistant directed Helen to the girls' dressing room while Greg was directed to a larger room where the men could wait till they were needed.
The guys wandered in over the next few minutes. Some of them knew each other socially and they chatted, others had worked together before and they talked about things that were happening in the industry. One other guy was like Greg and knew no one so he and Greg stood on the edges of the two groups and tried look casual and calm.
The second Production Assistant came back and did a physical head count and then told them to empty their pockets and take off their footwear. She announced that she would come round and collect anything that the guys had and they should see her at the end of session to get their things back.
Helen, being the experienced performer she was, had made sure that Greg had left everything but his phone, driver's licence and health certificate at home and had locked his phone and licence in the car when the parked in the driveway of the house
The car keys and his health certificate then went into the bag that Helen had brought with her, so he had nothing to give the girl and she was happy to move on to the next guy when he explained that Helen had everything from his pockets.
She had looked at him and smiled when he mentioned her name, "Ah you're the hunky husband she's always talking about ... I wondered what sort of guy would keep her married for so long."