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.