A Wifes Dilemma Pt 17

Vanessa and I followed Alvin around the corner and onto the movie set. I was surprised at how real it looked. For a second, I was transported into a rundown old-time movie theater, with red velvet curtains on the walls and stuffed chairs occupied mainly by scantily clad women.

Alvin turned to me. "The scene is set in the main receiving room of a seventies brothel. I want you to sit here and just act natural. When you hear 'quiet, please,' your partner and a few friends will enter through the door and walk around. I won't introduce you to him because I want you to flirt with the guys in the group. You need to get one of them to take you into the back and fuck you. Just follow his lead, and the scene will be perfect. Any questions?"

I asked the first thing that came to mind. "Where are the cameras?" I hadn't seen any equipment anywhere since I'd gotten there.

He pointed upward at the darkness above the set. It took a second for my eyes to adjust enough to see several of them.

"Any real questions?" Alvin asked, glancing at his watch.

"Are you sure he will want me?" I asked, running my hands over my baby bump.

Alvin rolled his eyes. "Lisa, you are beautiful. Of course, he will want you, as will the thousands of subscribers who sign up specifically to watch pregnant women have sex. You're going to do great." He touched my shoulders briefly before turning to answer a question from one of his team.

I was nervous. Up to that point, I had pretended it was a game. Doing so was becoming progressively more complicated as the moment of truth grew closer.

I'm doing a porno. Shit... I'm doing a porno!

Running my hands over my stomach, more to reassure myself than anything, I shook my head.

Vanessa hugged me. "You'll do great; just follow the guy's lead." With one last look at me and a quick two thumbs up, she turned and walked toward the costume area.

Alvin pointed at my chair again before moving in the opposite direction. "Places!" he yelled abruptly. "Live set in five."

I shyly grinned at the blonde woman in the adjacent chair, then sat down and took a few deep breaths.

"I'm Grace," she said, extending her hand. It startled me a little; I had already been getting stuck inside my head.

I shook her hand. "Lisa." I looked around the room at the other women. There had to have been fifteen at least sitting in various chairs or loungers. "I don't really understand what I'm supposed to be doing. I thought porno movies involved a camera and a bed."

Grace laughed. The sound put me at ease. "That's old school. Think of it like an adult version of a reality TV show. The customer can follow their favorite actor around the 'house' and watch her interactions."

Soft pop music started to play. Someone said, "Live in one."

Grace leaned back in her chair and started twisting her long blonde hair around a finger. "Just relax and enjoy yourself, Lisa."

From the darkness off to the side, someone said, "Quiet, please."

All the noise around the set stopped, allowing the squeak of the door opening to catch my attention. Turning, I saw a group of men walk inside, talking to themselves while chatting up the different women they passed. The group slowly dwindled as they picked women to leave the set with. I kept my eyes on them as they moved toward where I sat; my nerves were getting the better of me, so I kept fidgeting in my seat.

"Will you stop doing that?" Grace whispered.

"Sorry," I murmured. I didn't ask what she'd meant; I didn't need to. I closed my eyes and balled up my hands as I concentrated on calming myself down. It must have looked funny because Grace started laughing.

Her soft laughter was contagious, and I found myself chuckling as well. I glanced at her and said, "I've never done anything like this. I'm terrified and excited and keep asking myself what have I gotten myself into."

"I think everyone goes through that their first couple of times; then you realize it's just a job, and the money is fucking fantastic. Oh, quiet. Here they come."

The group of guys had dwindled to three when they approached Grace and me. The guy in the middle was taller than the other two and had a deep olive complexion. I could tell he worked out a lot; his muscles were visible beneath his tight shirt. A part of me wondered what he did for a living.

Construction, maybe?

He barely looked at Grace as he walked up to me. "What do we have here? A hot little MILF- to-be?" He'd noticed my wedding ring. "Out playing around on your husband, I bet." He took my hand, kissing the back of it while looking into my eyes.

Blushing furiously, I only managed to get out nonsense. "I, ah... err... that is..."

"First time working, honey?"

My tongue was still tied, so I nodded.

"Well, I promise you will have the time of your life with me, sweetheart." Glancing around, he leaned closer. "Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?"

Some part of me wanted to say no, but that part wasn't in control. I just nodded, blushing as his eyes traveled over my body. The stranger helped me stand, pulling me toward a hallway that led deeper into the building. I glanced back at Grace, who waved at me, then returned her attention to the two guys still standing near her.

We walked down the semi-dark hallway until we got to a heavy sheet of plastic blocking it. Stickers with 'do-not-enter' signs adorned it.

The man started to push through the slit in the plastic, but I pulled back. He looked back at me; his expression was one of mild amusement. "What's wrong, darling?"

I crossed my arms under my breasts, trying to communicate how obvious the issue was. "It says, 'Do not enter.'"

He shrugged. "The entire building is being renovated. Some sections are marked as 'do not enter' but are completely safe and private. They just put that up to keep people from wandering through them. I wanted somewhere more private with fewer chances of someone recording me. The last thing I need is my wife finding out I was banging some hot twenty-something MILF."

We're shooting a porno,

I thought,

so you're going to get recorded.

My confusion must have shown on my face.

He leaned in close and lowered his voice to a whisper. "It's all part of the script, Lisa. Just play along."

His smile was contagious and put me at ease. Glancing around to ensure no one was looking, I hurriedly followed him through the plastic. The corridor on the other side of the barrier was littered with trash and building materials. The man just wove around the mess, pointing out things that might be dangerous in the debris so I could avoid them.

Finally, we came to a room that still had a door. He pulled a key from his pocket, lending further credence to everything being part of the script. The room's interior was in decent shape, with a large king-size bed occupying most of the floor space.

The man held the door open for me. I walked in, feeling very nervous. Once I was inside, he turned on the lights, walked to the bed, sat on the edge, and took his shoes off. I stood looking at him, unsure what I was supposed to do.

He looked at me for a few seconds before he smiled, speaking softly while patting the bed next to him. "The madam said you were new. Why don't you come over here and sit next to me?"

I swallowed and slowly walked to the bed. I sat down on it and put my hands between my legs. My nerves were acting up again. There was only so much a friendly smile or laugh could do; I'd become wholly incapable of sustaining the fiction that I was playing pretend. It had gotten me pretty far, but I was beginning to wonder if it had gotten me

too

far. Excitement was starting to feel like out-and-out fear. The prospect of getting paid was waning as the reality of getting fucked in exchange loomed large - and, if what I'd been told had been accurate, not just by one stranger, but by a series of them.

I turned to the man next to me.

God, he is so big

, I thought as I opened my mouth. "Look, I don't..."

I was going to tell him that I didn't think I could go through with it, but then he just grabbed me and kissed me hard. I put my hands on his chest to push him away but found myself holding his shirt, pulling him closer. He pulled his lips away from mine, only to move to my neck. He kissed and licked me there, sending shivers down my body to my nipples and clit. He grabbed my right breast and gently twisted the nipple.

"Ohhh," I moaned.

He moved back to my mouth, using one of his hands to pry my right hand off his shirt and place it on his crotch.

Fuck, he's enormous

, I thought as I brought my other hand down to help get his pants off.

I struggled briefly as I unfastened his belt, but that only lasted a few seconds. After unhooking his pants, I found his zipper and pulled it down. I slipped my hand inside his pants and pushed his underwear out of the way to get to his stiff, hot shaft. He broke the kiss, grabbing the back of my head gently as he guided me toward the semi-exposed cock. I pulled away, smiling while slowly yanking on his pants. As he lifted his ass off the bed, I pulled them and his underwear off, exposing the magnificent slab of meat I had felt. With his pants out of the way, I knelt between his legs, and he pulled off my top, exposing my breasts and belly.

He sucked my right nipple into his mouth as I wrapped my hands around his cock. He pulled back to look at me. "God, you look amazing."

I licked my lips, eager to taste him. "So do you."

He gave my left nipple the same treatment, though, again, briefly. "Anyone ever fuck your tits?"

Ken had tried before I'd gotten pregnant, but my tits had been too small. "Not really."

I saw a flash of genuine sadness on his face as he moved to the edge of the bed. "That's unfortunate; did you try, and wasn't it something you liked?"

I glanced down, feeling a pang of wholly irrational shame. "My husband tried to once, but my breasts were not large enough."

He lifted my face gently. "You have nothing to feel bad about, sweetheart. I think you have amazing breasts." His smile was infectious, and I quickly forgot my embarrassment. "Would you like to try again? Maybe see if we can make it work."

"I'd like that," I said. He wasted no time; he put his cock between my breasts and squeezed them together.

I was surprised to see my breasts fully encase him. I knew they'd gained some heft thanks to my pregnancy; the bra I'd been wearing just a short while ago was several sizes larger than I'd worn back in the day. It had just never occurred to me that they'd gotten big enough for someone to be able to fuck them. Duly encouraged, I took some initiative and started moving my breasts up and down his hard cock.

"That's it, baby," he said. "You have no idea how good that feels."

I found that I was even able to suck the head of his cock when my breasts bottomed out; he liked that a lot. I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised when milk started to dribble from my nipples; I was giving the girls quite a workout. It wasn't a lot all at once, but it was enough so that soon, both my breasts and his cock were covered in the stuff.

He wrapped his large hands around mine, increasing the pressure on my tits. A larger puddle of milk gathered around his cock, spilling over the tops of my breasts, then dripping onto my stomach and legs.

"Oh, shit. I'm almost there, slut." He suddenly grabbed my head, forcing his cock deep into my throat as he started to spasm. "Oh shit. That's it. Fuck, suck it. Ahhh." He held me against his pelvis until he stopped jerking and shooting cum down my throat.

"Wow, you are amazing," he said as he released me. He fell back on the bed, breathing heavily.

With nothing holding me up any longer, I collapsed into a heap on the floor, panting. I needed air even more than he did.

He recovered first, standing and quickly picking me up. Laying me on the bed, he peeled off my tight pants, exposing my wet pussy. He knelt between my splayed legs and slipped a finger inside me. "You're fucking soaked."

I moaned as he continued to finger fuck me; then he started flicking my clit every few strokes as well.

Fuck, he's good at this!

I thought to myself. I felt a massive orgasm start to build.

"Let me ask you another question," he said, his finger stopping deep inside me. "Have you ever been tied up during sex?"

"No." Ken had wanted to do it, but I'd thought it was weird.

"Is it something you wanted to try and never had a chance, or maybe something someone wanted you to try and you didn't want to?"

I don't know why I lied, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to mention my husband in relation to something that kinky. "One of my boyfriends wanted to try."

"So why didn't you?" he asked, moving his fingers again.

I blushed, feeling awkward. "I don't know. I guess I thought it sounded weird." I squirmed as the orgasm he'd pointedly delayed rapidly approached. Then he stopped short again. It drove me nuts, but I didn't say anything.

After things had calmed down a bit, he began moving his fingers again. "You should try it once and see if you like it."

"I guess I'm just afraid..." I was having trouble trying to talk to him while also chasing the orgasm that he was keeping just out of my reach.

"Concerned you couldn't get free?" he asked, pausing right before my climax once more.

I thought the same thing I had earlier but with a decidedly different attitude.

Fuck, he's good at this!

I moaned in frustration. "Yes."

"If you are doing it with someone who understands how it's done, your safety is their main concern. That is why there is a safe word. Simply saying it stops everything, and you are released." He began moving his fingers again.

"Really?" I remembered hearing about that, but hadn't known if it was real. Right then, I wanted very badly to cum, and I was so very close. I reached for my clit, only to have my hands lightly smacked.

He stopped his fingers again. "None of that. You have to earn an orgasm. I will let you have one if you agree to try a little bondage -- nothing too intense, just something simple to see if you like it."

"Okay," I moaned in frustration. I would have agreed to just about anything at that moment, and he seemed to understand that.

"Good, girl. Now, lay right here while I grab a couple of things. Don't you dare touch yourself. Understand?"

"Yes," I uttered, excited and frustrated. I kept my hands at my sides while I watched him pick up a duffle bag from the desk in the corner.

I guess he was prepared for me to say yes

, I thought as he pulled out various straps and things.

He placed some kind of belt by my waist. With a calm and soothing voice, he said, "Roll onto your side."

I did so, and he pulled the belt around my body before rolling me onto my back again. He fastened cuffs on my wrists and ankles, then attached the cuffs on the wrist to the belt around my waist, locking my arms at my sides.

I pulled a little on the restraints and found I still could move a little.

He looked down at me. "See? Not so bad, right?"

I gave him a slight smile, feeling a thrill at letting a stranger tie me up. "No, not too bad."

He pulled out a long, purple dildo that had a nub on the side of it and held it in front of my face.

"Would you like to have that orgasm now?" he teased, running the tip of the dildo over my mouth before moving to my nipples. I could feel each of the plastic bumps as he moved the grotesquely large sex toy across my breasts.

"Please let me cum," I begged.

"I will, but I need to put one more strap around your legs to hold the vibrator in place after I turn it on. Are you okay with that?" The concern on his face eased some of my apprehension.

"Didn't you say there was a safe word?"

He smiled, running the tip of the dildo through my outer lips, then pulling the glistening object to his lips and licking it.

"Yes, I did. How about 'banana?'" He smirked at his own suggestion.

The dildo did kind of resemble a purple banana - a very, very large one. I laughed. "'Banana' sounds perfect."

"Are you okay with the additional strap?" he asked again, bringing the dildo back to my pussy and pushing it slightly inside.

I nodded my head. "Fuck me."

He chuckled, amused by my eagerness. "All in due time, my dear."

Reaching inside the bag, he pulled out another strap and slipped the new strap under my thighs. In a moment, it became clear what it was for - to make sure that dildo stayed in my pussy once he inserted it. When he was satisfied that everything was in place and fit properly, he slowly inserted the large, purple sex toy inside of me. He didn't stop until only its base was outside my body.

I waited for several seconds, unable to move. Nothing happened.

He spent several minutes playing on his phone. I lay there, bound and impaled; the orgasm I'd been chasing was getting away.

Finally, he looked down at me. "Ready?"

"Yes." I held my breath while waiting for something to happen but still squealed as the dildo came to life, moving in and out while it turned and buzzed.

"Oh, fuck!" I screamed as the nub vibrated my clit, and I came hard.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I chanted as I orgasmed again, squirting and getting the bed under me wet. I lost sight of him as another orgasm built. I exploded again. I couldn't get away from the evil device as yet another orgasm blasted through my bound body. I could hear him doing something on the other side of the room, but I couldn't imagine what. The sounds of metal gently hitting metal were interspersed with cloth swishing. Another orgasm caught me by surprise, and I may have lost control of my bladder when I squirted that time.

I was so embarrassed that I wanted to quit. "Banana." My voice sounded weak over the buzzing sounds.

The man returned to me with something in his hands. "What was that, my little MILF?"

I opened my mouth again, only to have him push a gag between my teeth. I struggled to get free as he fastened the thing around the back of my head, preventing me from spitting it out. He sat beside me and pulled my head into his lap, forcing me to look up at him.

I kept struggling, but it was in vain.

He stroked my hair. "Sush, my little MILF. You'll hurt yourself."

I could feel another orgasm building, and I fought against it, hating it and my body for betraying me while he sat there and treated me like a little kid. No matter how hard I tried to prevent myself from cumming, I did, yet again. My body shook, and my pussy squirted even more; I had no idea how I had anything left in me to shoot out. I could feel tears leaking out of my eyes, and I hated him for wiping them away.

He gently twisted my nipples as another orgasm started to build in my lower body. "Don't cry. Daddy's here, baby girl."

Just as another orgasm started, I heard the door to the room open, but another earth-shattering climax overshadowed my concern about who had come in.

He again left my field my view. Sometime later - I was losing my sense of it -- he returned with a woman, her head covered by a leather hood that obscured everything but her eyes, mouth, and nostrils. The rest of her outfit left nothing to the imagination. Her small breasts poked through holes in the mesh body suit she wore. Her pussy was shaven and similarly exposed.

"Shall we begin?" she asked, motioning to him. He picked me up, buzzing pussy and all, and carried my limp body over to a bizarre-looking metal-pipe contraption forming a vague outline of a kneeling figure. He held me while the woman unfastened my legs and, thank god, pulled the vibrator out of my drooling pussy.

This must have been what he was doing while I was tied up and cumming consistently

, I thought, both intrigued by and afraid of the device.