Film Night 6

To those of you who kindly asked for a follow up story to 'Theme Night'; here it is. If you haven't read 'Theme Night', you might want to. This can stand alone but might be easier to follow in some places if you read 'Theme Night' first. A warning; I am experimenting here with complex, overlapping time frames interweaving present and past images and tense. Shifts in tense between and within sections are intentional.

Film Night

"Oh, yeah, that's just so . . ." the narrating woman's voice trails off as the male fucking the woman from behind in the video, pulls his cock back out of her; the shot, zoomed in and angled slightly upward between the woman's legs from below, catches the flushed plumpness of her vulva as the other male, whose face she straddles, slashes his tongue through the slit of her cunt. It is a momentary pause to display the full length of the cock she's taking, before the fucking male thrusts it back into her and, "Oh, yeah," the videographer sighs again as the tongue of the lapping male sweeps back over the other male's balls when he penetrates her fully. "Yeah, lick his balls, that's . . ."

Yes, it is. I hit rewind, again, then play; watch the fucking male's cock plunge in and out as the other male laps her cunt and "Oh, yeah, that's just so . . ." the woman filming sighs softly as the fucking male pauses, pressed up hard and deep, his balls up snug against her, and the lapping male tips his head further back, extending the length of his tongue stroke to slash over them; clit, balls, clit, balls, clit . . . I watch again, as the fucking male pulls out, the cock shot for the camera; a beautiful penis; he was selected for that, of course; and the deep thrust back in.

"Oh, yeah," I say it along with the narrator as I watch the pretty sweep of the lapping male's tongue as "Yeah, lick his balls, that's . . ."

"Jeanie, how many times have you replayed that?" my husband, Bob asks.

I manage to pull my eyes away from the big TV screen in our living room to where he stands in the entrance to the hall that leads to the kitchen. He's shaking his head but smiling indulgently.

"That your favorite part?" he asks, teasing, but it's a real question too.

"One of them, anyway." I answer and we both laugh, though mine is a nervous one. "But I think it's her favorite part." I say motioning to the TV indicate the woman filming. "I just don't know . . ." I wince.

"Still anxious?" he asks, then. "I mean, I know you are, but that part bothers you?"

"Whoa, no, no." I say quickly. "It just doesn't leave much to the imagination; that woman is just . . ."

"Yes, she is; that woman." he sniffs in amusement.

"Not just right there, but, like the whole thing. He can't unsee this once he . . ." I wave that away. I've been hoping to desensitize myself a bit by rewatching, but I'm just making myself more anxious. "So, it's not just that part. I mean," I should tell him again; I don't want there to be any misunderstanding about this. I'm anxious, yes; but not about what that tongue is up to. In fact, "It's like that guy licking her . . ."

"That guy." Bob interrupts with a smirk.

"Yeah, love, that guy." I purr at him. "He's so into it, into her; he knows what she needs, how she wants it, and he's lashing the other guy's balls, like lashing a racehorse, to make sure she gets it the way she should."

"Fuck, babe," my husband shifts restlessly, "you . . ." his voice trails off.

"Just thought you should know, that's so fucking hot I can't see straight when I think about it. That guy." I smile at him; he's so cute when I tie up his balls this way. "But I wasn't expecting it would be so . . ." I look back at the TV; that full, open shot of the woman's cunt as she's fucked and eaten, the soft squwick and slicker of her juices picked up in the soundtrack as the male fucking her moans and grows more urgent in his thrusts. I had previewed this on my computer, but "It's really different up on the big screen this way. I mean the detail and the camera's right up there for a lot of it, and the stuff she's saying as she videos, almost like just talking to herself, but then she's giving directions and . . ."

"They'll be here in a few minutes." Bob reminds me. "We can always cancel if you're feeling . . ."

"Hell no!" I cut that off. "I'm just . . ." I shut the video off; it's too distracting, "I just don't know if I'll be able to keep to the agreement with that playing, and if Rick really . . ."

"Oh, he will, love." Bob snorts, amused by my agitation. "As will I. But as for the agreement, you and Janet made the rules on that. I'll go with whatever you decide. But Janet's got her limits and the deal was . . ."

"I know." I interrupt. "But this is so much more blatant than I first thought, and having them see this, having to just sit there and . . . I'm nervous as hell, okay, because that really doesn't leave anything to the imagination." I say with a wave at the screen. "But the nervousness is just making me hornier and when Rick sees this . . . I mean, I'll be right here and he's watching this and . . ."

"Like I said, you two women made the rules; the 'agreement', as you say." Bob repeats. "I know you're nervous, but I'm glad you don't want to back out. Still, they'll be here in just a minute and the table still isn't set. You need to think about how you want . . ."

"Yes, yes." I agree, and get up from the couch to go into the bedroom and make sure robes and things are laid out as they should be. All per 'the agreement'.

"Wait." Janet said two weeks ago when I told her what I wanted. "You got this set up already? How long have you been planning this?"

"Pretty much right since Theme Night at Maggie's; she read the tea leaves, so to speak, I mean between Bob and I, and she . . ."

"Well, that didn't take much divination." Janet laughs. "You pretty much spelled it out in front of everyone. But I thought you were maybe, you know, just caught up a bit 'in the moment', as they say. Things got pretty intense there, for all of us, and you really . . ."

"Yeah." I agree. "And maybe if Bob had reacted differently, that's all it would have been; some bad girl, slutty talk in the heat of the moment. But, I mean, you saw how he . . ." I break off, shrug.

"Yeah," Janet agrees, "I saw. I mean, we all did." And, even after everything we've both seen and know about one another and our respective spouses at this point, I still see it; the flush of color in her cheeks and how she looks away like she's embarrassed, avoiding eye contact. "And so," she clears her throat, seems suddenly interested in the birds on the feeder outside my kitchen window, "you got the guys already and you just want . . ."

"Maggie took care of that; the guys." I have to laugh. "Remember how she tried to get you to make Rick available again by promising you she could get more and different guys for you if you'd . . ."

"Yeah." Janet's blush deepens; those chickadees are apparently just so shameless. "She just wouldn't drop it. I told her twenty times it was just that once. But she . . ." she waves that off. "But so, she heard you about the multiple guy stuff and . . ." she rolls a hand in the air.

"Yeah. And she pulls me aside after the first round with the guys, and she's telling me she's sure she knows some guys who would be . . ."

"Sure, she would." Janet shakes her head. "She'd know some guys." She says sarcastically. Her eyes come back to mine. "Gotta fill out the dance card for BDSM or orgy Theme Night, right? Course she'd know some guys." She rolls her eyes but then, "But, so, like, you already know them; picked them out for this?"

"Well, I didn't so much pick them. I agreed with Maggie's recommendation after I saw them. And, Bob has met them, talked things through. He says they understand how we want this and are good with it. He said they seem nice, or at least not jerks, so . . ."

"Hold on." Janet's gaze comes back to mine. "So, you've met them."

"No. I didn't want to, at least not until, you know. That would just be too . . ." I inhale, "Yeah. But Bob has met them. I know their names; young, both of them. And Maggie asked me about what I wanted in terms of, you know, qualifications." We are both laughing again.

"Jesus, Jeanie." she says. Then, "But I thought you said you've seen them."

"Oh, yeah, that." I clear my throat. "They uhm, I mean I didn't ask for this. I was good with just having Bob meet them to make sure . . . whatever. But Maggie, I mean just on her own, sent me some video of them and . . ."

"Crimminy, Jeanie, this is like too weird!" Janet sits bolt upright, her hands pressed flat on the kitchen table on either side of her coffee mug. "You mean videos like . . ." she looks back out at those fascinating chickadees.

"Yeah." I affirm. "They uhm, it's kind of where the whole idea came from; I mean, Bob's idea to video it. Cause Maggie has this whole playroom for, you know, suitable for Theme Night uses, and it's got lighting and video equipment already because I guess, sometimes she likes to have things recorded. And when Bob and I watched the auditions . . ."

"Auditions?" Janet looks back at me, her hand comes to her mouth, "You had them audition? You mean like . . ."

"Well, no." I say hurriedly. I can tell this is all getting to be a bit much and wish I hadn't brought up this last bit about Maggie sending the video. "I mean, I just call it that because . . . it doesn't matter. But no, Maggie just did that on her own. You know how she . . . anyway."

In truth, it wasn't entirely 'on her own'. During CFNM Theme Night, our host Maggie kept pushing both Janet and I to make our husbands 'available' for other erotic activities at her various Theme Night parties. My fantasy about being bedded by multiple males had come out during the 'activities'. So Maggie thought Bob and I were open to orgy type situations. But I told her that wouldn't be my thing; the multiple guy fantasy was about me,

just me

, as the object of male lust, not a bunch of other women and bodies indiscriminately intertangled in . . . whatever.

"But you and Bob both seem so into this, the group CFNM stuff." Maggie persisted as we sat together on the couch watching the other women entertain themselves taking turns pegging one of the males.

They had him out in the center of the room, bent forward in a wide straddle, his hands down on an ottoman for support. The women were gathered around teasing, making convivially lewd comments, cooing obscenities and laughing as they took turns making him moan and buck, his body jerking and swaying under the impacts as they fucked him with various sized strap-ons.

I am usually not so chatty and open about my sexual fantasies, or at least I hadn't been in my previous life. But the evening's activities had a profound disinhibiting effect and I found myself explaining to Maggie how my enjoyment of this CFNM stuff meshed with my more elaborate fantasy of multiple males taking me; how I would fantasize when watching solo male jerk off porn that the guys were auditioning for the chance to be one of the two or three lucky 'cocks' who would get to ravish me. I'm telling her this stuff in a sort of rambling way; how the thought of what the guys are going to do to me later gets blended into my arousal as I watch them jerk of for me.

But I'm not sure she's really listening.

I've determined that pegging is not really my cup of tea. I had no desire to 'take a turn' with the strap on; it seemed slightly ridiculous and . . . whatever. Still, it's hard not to get caught up in the convivial enthusiasm of the group as the male, in his somewhat strained wide straddle stance, begins to gasp and moan more dramatically, his body jumping slightly upward at each sharp thrust of the dildo up his ass. So, even though I'm telling Maggie this stuff, she's only half focused as, from her magisterial perch here on the couch beside me, she periodically interrupts the flow of my confessional by throwing out her own encouraging comments and observations to the group, but then quickly saying, "Sorry, dear, yes go on."

I do. But it's very distracting and I lose track of where I was and sort of trail off when the wife of the male being pegged decides it's time to finish him. She takes him by one shoulder and another woman grips him by the other side and they pull his hands up off the ottoman to stand him upright. He's facing Maggie and I and it's fun to see his expression as his head comes up; to see how he looks at us with that kind of pleading expression as we watch them finish him.

Held upright on either side, they keep him balanced in his wide straddle as the woman fucking him makes his balls jump and his body jerk. I like it when his erection slaps up against his belly when she hits him just right; it's just satisfying somehow, like a phallic exclamation point on what he'll take to amuse us. He sees me smile at that. When it happens again, I laugh and he gives me a lovely moan.

He's not hung as well as the other males in the set, but, despite the pegging thing, I'm now looking forward to seeing him come. I'm curious if he'll ejaculate just from the fucking. His gasping and body jerks are getting more pronounced and his penis is flushed dark, his balls jostling only slightly in the sack with the impact of the thrusts. Either way, let's see how his delivery compares to the earlier, better endowed, seminal contributors to our evening entertainment. Yes, that's where my head has gotten to at this point in the evening; I've 'gone native' as they say. So, I pretty much forget about finishing telling Maggie my audition fantasy.

"Come on now," his wife says after a bit, "we haven't got all night for this."

She reaches in from one side, glances around in an audience friendly manner to make sure she's not blocking the view for anyone, and jerks his cock. It's quick, he was clearly very close already.

"Ah, fuck, here's my come." He groans per the Theme Night rules that the males must announce their ejaculation, and a spurt of white lobs out onto the ottoman.

His wife quickly pulls her hand away and the other women around him are teasing, making lewd comments and joking with one another as they watch his penis bob free and spurt out his seminal contribution to the evening's entertainment. He's still being fucked and the way his penis rears and spurts in time with the thrusts, slinging his come back up against his belly and then the extended twitching and jerking with the post ejaculatory spasms as the fucking continues for a bit longer; it makes me reconsider somewhat my attitude towards pegging.

"There's an audition for you, dear." Maggie said in her somewhat condescending way, indicating that, whether she took it seriously or not, at least some of what I'd been saying had registered. But after that, she was right back to lobbying; "You know, you can play or not play however you like and with whomever you fancy on a group sex evening. And everyone is clean and . . ." etc., etc., as if she'd never heard, or maybe just didn't care about my 'just me' ambitions for male attention. Still insisting that, "Your Bob would be such a nice addition, and of course you, dear, so pretty, you'd have your pick."

"So, anyway?" Janet prompts, recalling me from my Theme Night recollections.

"Well, I just mean, I certainly wasn't expecting her to do it, but she got them in there, into the playroom, and had them, you know, kind of audition for me and . . ."

I can't read Janet's expression; appalled fascination maybe? She doesn't say anything; just looking at me, her head shaking slightly.

"So, yeah, I've seen them." I finish and reach for my coffee mug so I can drop my gaze there and take a defensive swig to fill the silence.

I'm pissed at myself. I know I should have approached this differently, not hit her with it all at once. Things have been much more open between us since CFNM Theme Night. Since then, she's always been open about how she enjoyed it, and we've had some great girl's nights rehashing details and reactions. But she's always insisted that was a one-time thing for her and, more importantly, for Rick. Still, she's told me enough about how and what she enjoyed about that night, especially a particular (in her words, "personal") moment with Bob, that it gave me some hope that, as long as things didn't get too 'involved' and Rick was out of the picture, that just maybe she'd go for this. Doesn't feel like that's in the cards at this point. But . . .

"And you liked what you saw." Janet says; not a question. "You said audition. So, like Theme Night, they, uhnm . . ."

"Oh, yes." I feel a spark of hope. She may be verbally reticent, but I know she shares at least this much of my tastes. I can say this plain. "They jerk off. You know, do it properly as you would say." I tease her. "Maggie says she wanted to reassure me they both knew how to" I lift my hands to make those air quotes, "take appropriate direction." I quote from Maggie's cover email. "And Maggie's good with the camera; poses them nice, talks to them about how they need to put out for her friend Jeanie, so, she tells them, I can know I'm getting good quality."

"God, Jeanie." She rolls her eyes at me. "You're just trying to get me to . . ." she stops. "But go on; was it good quality?"

"Both of them, yes." I can see she's getting hooked into this. "But one of them, Alex; just beautiful body, penis. He shows off so nice for the camera, says my name when he comes. It's just . . ."

"Okay, okay." Janet holds up a hand. "I mean, okay, like with Theme Night, I'm plenty curious to see the guys and, and yeah, okay, you're not asking about getting Rick into it and I don't have to be in the thing, I mean on camera or . . ." she knits her brows. "But on this one, I mean, they aren't going to be doing that, you know, masturbating. And it won't be just them. You'll be . . ." she pauses, "I guess I'm okay with that part, Jeanie, if you are. I mean, I wouldn't let anybody film me like that, doing that. And I know you're saying it's just for you and Bob, but even if nobody else ever saw it, I'd be . . ." she shakes her head. "So, you'd be okay with me seeing you, I mean . . ."

"Yes." I say simply.

"But why do you want

me

to do this? You said Maggie was great with the camera and she must have some regular video person. I mean she has everything else covered for her Theme Night parties."

"Yeah, she does." I nod. "She has a guy she hires. But I'm not paying anybody for this and really, I don't want some guy doing it. I mean, just watching and not . . . whatever. I want a woman. Maggie offered but, after watching her run the guys for audition, I mean, that was hot, but it was also kind of the Maggie show. I don't need her trying to play director; that's Bob's job if things aren't the way I need them. Plus, there's . . ." how to say this to make sure I push that button I know is there after CFNM night without making her anxious about the 'just this once' issue. "You see, Bob watched the auditions with me; I mean, I just call them that, okay? But anyway, in the video, he saw the playroom and the whole set up Maggie had there and, to be honest, recording this, if we do, it was his idea. But right from the first, it was always for him as much about . . ." I pause, shit, just tell her. "Ever since Theme Night with the way you, you know, with him."

"Yeah, go on." Janet has that little smug smile; she knows, but she wants me to say it.

"He wants another chance to perform for you. He wants it to be you there with the camera. In fact, I think the reason he wants it filmed is mostly to have some excuse to have you there, watching so he can . . ." she has such a shit-eating grin. "Yeah, fuck you girl." I curse her affectionately. "You know it too. Ever since Theme Night he's just got this thing about you and . . . So, like, if you won't do it, I don't know if we'd really . . ."