A Porn Queen Wife

PORN STAR WIFE

Julia had worked in the porn industry for one year when we met. She had made one film and a half dozen personal appearances when we started going out. It didn't bother me that she did what she did, I figured it was just her job. Her porn name was Daily Delight, and I started calling her Dale. By the second year she had made six films and starred in the last two.

When they first offered her the job, she said, "No, no, no, I could never do that," but after a few meetings with two of the other "actresses" she began to weaken, consider it, then agreed to be in a short feature as an extra, then a longer piece, and finally as the star. She has been in those six feature films and has started doing X-coms and makes twice what I do in a year and has become a genuine porn star.

Some people come right out and ask how I can manage to have my wife fucking on camera and all I can say is I do. I mention Dancing With the Stars, and I figure dancing can be an intimate activity, even romantic, so if guys can handle that I can handle this, besides she did it when I met her, so I saw no reason to suddenly demand she stop just because she was seeing me. It was her work, and not any harder than if she was a dancer or a stripper, so I told her I was fine with it.

When her boss came up with the wedding idea, he proposed it to her and she was enthusiastic. The money was great and they had decided to film it, all she had to do is fuck the men in the wedding party, all except the groom. The bride was taking care of him. For that they were giving her fifty thousand and they were going to distribute it under the name of THE WEDDING PARTY.

I watched from behind the monitors and I had to admit it was pretty hot. The men would wear masks and Julia would be featured and billed as the star. She started with the Best Man, Phillip, and she fucked him cowgirl, settling over him with a knee down on each side of hips. They went on for thirty minutes and she came with a growl and her head back and her fists glenched.

One thing I was sure of, she never had to fake it. Julia is a sexual dynamo. She can climax after two hours of fucking. Some would say I am the luckiest bastard on earth. I have a porn queen as a wife. Some men are married to nonsexual women, people who don't enjoy a good romp in the sheets, but my wife will fuck me morning, noon, and night. She will even do me after a "hard day at work." How many other men can say that?

During filming the wedding party a man came up to me and asked how I could be married to a porn actress. At least he called her an actress. I asked him what his wife did. He said she teaches school. "Ever worry that her students fall in love with her?" I asked. He said he didn't. "Well, they do," I told him.

"But she doesn't have sex with them," he said.

"You are right," I said, "but some of them are fantasizing about doing lusty things to her, I guarantee it. I knew what she did before I married her. I like her. We get along, and I enjoy her company. What's wrong with that?" I asked.

He didn't have an answer, but he wasn't convinced. However, the important thing is I am happy with her, she is kind, considerate, and people like her. There is just nothing wrong with her unless you want to condemn what she does for a living. It is legal and she pays taxes, a lot, I may add.

After she fucked the Best Man, she fucked the Groomsman, the usher, and the groom's good friend Cameron. As we drove home we talked about the day. We decided to get a copy of The Wedding Party for our collection. We have all her movies and have watched them many times. She watches them as a critic of her acting, her technique, and her appearance. I have my favorites and I get turned on each time I watch them. It is strange that a man who watches porn would be bothered by knowing one of the women in the pornography is his wife and that is his objection. Some say it is okay for someone else to do it, but not "my woman." She is not your woman. She may share your name, your address, and your bed, but she is her own person. She does not belong to you.

It is that possessive attitude that causes much of the problem these days. You may expect sexual fidelity, and that is your choice, but it is also my choice to chose to not demand it, right? If I don't have a problem with my wife fucking for a living, isn't that up to me? By the way, my wife is a good mother, a wonderful wife, and an exceptional friend. I am proud of who she is and I love her. What she does for a living is the least important thing for me to consider.

Would someone who is bothered by it condemn all sex workers as contemptible? Is sex simply for reproduction? If you think that, it is your choice, but it is your choice for you, not me.

When she came home and told me she was going to make a film in the Virgin Islands, and I could come if I wanted, I was thrilled. She would be getting a big payday and we would have a room in an elegant hotel overlooking the ocean with meals provided and time to visit the beach. What could be the downside? That my wife would be having sex with other men while we were there? No problem, mon.

The company had rented a mansion on the coast on the beach and all the filming would be in the residence or on the beach. The week before we arrived the crew set up the lighting and the sets and prepared the house for the filming. When we arrived the director took us through the house to familiarize us with the setup and to show us to our room.

The room was huge with a 47 inch television, a large window overlooking a beautiful private beach, and a bed the size of a football field. The bathroom had a jacuzzi and a giant shower that had three shower heads and a large dressing area. One of the scenes would be filmed in a similar shower with Julia and two men.

Showering with Julia was always a wonderful experience, as she is so incredibly sexy when wet and slick and naked. I have told her many times that she drives me bat shit cray when she is naked with wet hair. Actually, she drives me toward lunacy whenever naked anytime.

The second morning we were there they were scheduled to start shooting and I was planning on just watching a day full of fucking and enjoying seeing Julia be screwed by a number of different men from the local area. All of the actors they had for the filming were West Indians, so they were big, and masculine, and black.

Julia had no problem with that and it just made it more exciting for me to be able to see her with virile hunks with large, attractive bodies. I had never seen her with black men before and I have to admit it added an element of excitement.

One of them was named Jacob, and he was from St. Croix, and the other one was named Anthony, and he was from Aruba, near Venezuela. Jacob was close to my height, but was extremely muscular. Anthony was very tall, well over six feet, and was quite dark. The contrast between she and Anthony was remarkable, even quite beautiful. Jacob was lighter skinned and had almost an almond skin tone.

Seeing them under the shower head with her, all of them wet and gleaming, was stunning. They fondled her together, then Anthony bent her over and took her from behind while Jacob stood in front of her while she took him in her mouth and sucked him good, all the time under the water spray.

They finished the filming around two, then Julia and I went down to the beach to sun and swim in front of the hotel. It was private and we were nude on the beach the rest of the day. After dinner, a lush and delicious meal of conch, crab, lobster, and potato salad, we went to our room and I expected her to be tired out and not interested, but we had sweet, wonderful sex on the couch in front of the open window overlooking the beach and it was marvelous.

The next morning we had a full breakfast of fruit and eggs and potatoes with all the orange juice we could drink. She was scheduled for a beach shoot with two other men, one from St. Kitts and the other from Jamaica. Mario was from St. Kitts and the Jamaican was Thomas Wilson. No one ever just called him Thomas. It was always said as one name: Thomas Wilson. Thomas Wilson had the largest penis I have ever seen, whether in person or in a porn film. He was just massive. Julia looked at it and I am sure she wondered if it would fit in her.

Mario and Thomas Wilson began kissing my wife as she stood between them naked, her body contrasting to the men holding her and exploring her body with their hands. Mario cupped his hand under her bottom while Thomas Wilson kissed and sucked her nipples and her breasts.

Then, as if they'd practiced it, Thomas got on his back and she climbed over him, settling herself down on his giant hardness, taking all she could of him in her pussy. I was actually amazed at how much of him she could get inside of her, and she began bouncing over him slowly, making sure she didn't force him too far into her and do damage to her.

Mario stood next to them, offering his cock to her, which she took hold of and brought to her mouth. Julia put her lips over the bulbous tip and began sucking on him like a hungry whore at dinner time. She bobbed her head back and forth on his cock, picking up speed as she also increased the speed of her fucking Thomas Wilson.

Thomas had put a huge condom on his cock and began filling it in a short amount of time. When Mario started to come Julia held him in place and began drinking his semen like cream. She licked his cock, cleaning the cum from his dick as if it was a lollipop, savoring the taste of his lotion, loving every drop, sucking off his cream like a hungry cat. The pink of her tongue against the black of his cock made a wonderful picture for me to remember. I watched it slide into her lovely mouth and my heart raced to see such a glorious sight.

Watching my wife be fucked by these two men was a real highpoint for me, and as I watched them I was as excited as if I were participating with them. Because she is a porn actress I have seen her with many other men before, but these two were so impressive it added to the experience for me, as well, I am sure, as it did for her.

When we got back to our room, I told her how impressive it was watching them. She smiled and said it was impressive for her too. "You liked Thomas and Mario, right?" I asked.

"I did, yes," she replied with a big grin. "I hope they are in some of the other shoots," she said eagerly.

The next morning she was set up in front of the large picture window, the Caribbean as a backdrop. It was only Thomas Wilson this time because the director loved the rapport between them. He also love the contrast of his large black cock and her white face and hands. His muscled six pack stomach made a wonderful contrast to her soft, pale skin.

This time they were even more relaxed together and they went right to it without much direction. She stood before the window with the green sparkling sea in front of her with Thomas Wilson behind her on his knees, his face pressed against her bottom.

She put her hands on her knees, bent over slightly, him behind her with his huge tongue working on her backdoor.

The truth is, having a porn star wife makes sex even better than I could have imagined. Being able to have the dimension of being able to, as a visual person, see her having ravenous pleasure, loving it, delighting in it, relishing it, gives me an experience far beyond just fucking her. It allows me to experience it like great porn and to savor the view as an observer and devotee of wonderful sex and erotic scenes of erotic bliss. It raises sex to another level and gives a satisfaction unknown to those who have never experienced such a high.

On our way home on the plane we talked about the experience, the height of the pleasure, the intensity of the sexual adventure and I felt privileged to be able to feel such emotion, such satisfaction, such a stunning encounter.

I do not write for people who have never felt it, but for those who share this degree of excitement with us, who know the extent that sex can reach, and those who can say, "I know that feeling, that satisfaction."

I understand that many would see being married to a porn star as an anathema and condemn the act as lunacy, but I suggest you give it a chance to at least be considered as a genuine possibility and not dismiss it entirely without giving it a chance.

We have what I consider a wonderful marriage, and who can refute that out of hand? Consider our right to do as we chose and enjoy what we do as, at least, legitimate sexual options. Being married to a sexually liberated lady has been a bonus I have been thankful for for many years now and have no regrets or doubts. She is sexually gifted and I reap the rewards.