I Recorded A Porno With Another Man

The boyfriend,

I always thought that I had gotten into a relationship far too early. I was still a teenager when I met my boyfriend, I had just graduated high school and moved away for college. I had big dreams of what college life would be like. I wanted so badly to be a slut for a while. Yes of course I wanted to get married and have babies, but I thought I'd have more than enough time for that in a few years when I was older, and for now, I wanted to act like a complete whore for a few years. I wanted to go out to parties, to kiss lines of guys, to wear the skimpiest and sluttiest outfits, to bring guys home and have them rail me until the sun came up.

These fantasies may have just been that though, fantasies. I was actually still a virgin when I went to college, I hadn't even had my first kiss yet. The cherry on top was that I met my boyfriend in literally my first week, one of his friends was in the same class as me and introduced us. We just hit it off. He asked me out a week later and of course I said yes. He was cute, tall, and kind. He was my first everything, my first boyfriend, my first kiss, my first time having sex, and I was his first everything too. After our 3rd year in college we moved in together, renting a tiny little apartment a couple of blocks from campus that we paid for with shitty part time jobs and night shifts. It was amazing though, and we really loved each other.

Not too long after we graduated together, and both got our degrees. We were really lucky that we both found high paying jobs within a couple of months, and soon moved out of our old apartment and got a mortgage to buy a really cute condo downtown. We were so happy for a few years, and apart from the usual lover's tiffs that happen to everyone, we got along really well. And the sex, oh my God the sex was amazing.... for a while. While not exactly big, my boyfriend was definitely average at least, and was good at using it. The only issue was that my boyfriend was a soft lover. He would hold me so gently during sex, ask me permission to do anything, and really focus on my pleasure. The mistake he was making was that my pleasure could only really come by being used as a piece of meat for a mans entertainment. I wanted to just be a hole for a man to get off in, and even if my boyfriend wanted that too (which he didn't, he wouldn't even dream of just using me as a cumrag), I don't think it would seem right. I think Freud had actually mentioned something like that in his writings, the Madonna-Whore complex, basically where you can't get aroused by a respectful partner, only a disrespectful one (go easy on me here, I only did one module on psychology in college), but it was also mostly in respect to men, not women.

Nonetheless, I soon began to settle down into my easy life, my high paying job, and loving boyfriend. I think I only managed to last a year before I started to get bad. To get the feeling that since he was my first everything, that I was missing out.

The crisis,

The buzz off my 'new life' had slowly began to fade. On paper I had it all, a beautiful home, a loving boyfriend, a great job, and a degree to back it up. But I felt something missing so dearly within me. I think it's hard to live like that, to have everything yet still feel empty. It eventually began to take the reigns of my life. I would catch myself staring at men, be it at work or just on the sidewalk. I didn't even care about their looks, I could only imagine their cocks, the sounds they would make while they came all over my body, the glisten in their eyes as I took their dicks in my mouth and let them slap it on my face. I sulked about the home for weeks on end with a blackened sense of guilt at how horrible a person I was on the inside. How hard my boyfriend loved me and worked for our future, and here I was like a little whore wanting to be railed by strangers. Around this time I began watching a lot of porn too. All types of porn, as long as the male star was hung then I'd watch it. I eventually began to focus on a type of porn that was created by the female actresses. It was mostly only fans stuff, or occasionally accounts on twitter where they would link up and 'collaborate' with male actors. I got really into this, immersing myself in this other world that I was so far removed from.

A few more weeks passed, and my birthday had arrived. My boyfriend took me out for the whole day. He had bought me a beautiful red mini dress and I felt gorgeous wearing it. He took me to my favorite Italian place, we went around the bars, and finally to a club. I felt like a star actress, my boyfriend was staring at me, it felt like every man in every place we went to was ogling my body. By the time we got hope I was soaked through. I was physically about to pounce on my boyfriend as soon as we closed the door to our condo, when he stopped me, dropped to one knee, and proposed.

The proposal,

At some point in every young girls life she dreams about her proposal. How she'll feel, how she'll respond, I did this myself when I was a girl, but now that it was finally happening I froze in literal fear. He sensed this straight away I think as he guided me over to the couch to ask what was wrong. I broke down in his arms, and told him everything. How I want to be a slut, how I want men to fuck me and use me, how I want him to fuck me and use me. I told him about my porn addiction, how I stalk these girls on twitter and make myself sick with jealousy that I'm not living their life, being fucked and used on camera for a thousand men to cum to in their rooms. He held me the whole time, caressing me gently.

"I suppose you don't want to marry me now do you" I managed to splutter out between my sobs, absorbing myself in self pity.

"Don't be silly baby" he said kindly, still holding me in his arms, clutching onto me like he was dying of thirst, and I was water.

"I'm shocked... obviously... but I love you, and couldn't imagine spending my life with anyone else, it terrifies me to think of growing old without you. I can't pretend to know what you feel, or what you're going through, but I think you need to do whatever it is you feel you have to do to be happy. If that's being a bit more sexual, then I'll support you no matter what".

With that, he raised his hand to my face to wipe off my tears, and slid the beautiful glistening rubied ring over my finger, making me his.

The videos,

Over the next few weeks, my new fiancée helped set up my new online presence. Together, we set up an account for myself, and began filming just a few solo ventures to start with. My first video got me so excited. It was just a stripping video, where I dropped individual pieces of my clothing one by one until I was just in my underwear. My fiancée stared at me nervously while holding the camera as I unclasped my bra, letting it fall to the floor and exposing my tits to the camera. My nipples were already hard as diamonds, and I ran my fingers over them a few times just for the show. I was wearing grey panties and my pussy had left a wet stain on them I was so turned on by the thought of exposure. He held the camera up close to me as I dropped them, and spread my cheeks, pulling apart my pussy lips as I dripped gently down my leg. We uploaded the video that night to a thunderous reaction online. It had gotten over 5,000 likes in just under 2 hours.

This solo videoing went on for a few weeks. I asked my fiancée countless times if he wanted to be in them, but every time he refused. I couldn't tell if he was just so vanilla that this was way too much for him, or if he had some sort of inferiority complex around fucking me for others to see, maybe he thought he wasn't good enough, that like my friends, others would think I was out of his league. The stripping eventually turned into masturbating, and the popularity of these videos was really taking off. My fiancée was obviously uncomfortable with what we were doing, he never wanted to watch the videos back, and would leave the room whenever I started to scroll through the comments full of perverts that came to me. To help ease his anxiety a little, we had agreed to not have my face in the videos for a while, until when... we had not decided, but for now I was just an anonymous, slutty body.

The collaboration,

Throughout all of this, I was getting DM's from other adult actors. Most were from new startup accounts like myself, asking to collaborate and make videos together, which in respect to my fiancée I refused. He knew about this obviously, and though it was unspoken between us, there was a sense that it was only a matter of time before I was going to collaborate with someone. I was even making money from the videos now. Not a lot granted, but enough pocket money to where I could buy him special treats every now and then.

About half a year into this, I received a DM in response to one of my videos. It was from an account called 'BWCdrago'. I ran around the house like a crazy lady after seeing it pop up. BWCdrago was one of the original accounts I followed before getting into this. He made videos with so many different women I had lost count and his style was just amazing. They would always be about 2 hours in length, where he fucked the girls in pretty much every position you could imagine, until they were drenched in sweat. He seemed to have no refractory period either, and could cum in and on these girls 3 or 4 times during a single shoot. My pussy literally twitched when I seen his name pop up. He was asking if I'd like to do a shoot with him, and that he would pay to fly me out to a private resort for a few days where he usually filmed. Of course I immediately took this to my fiancée, where we spent an entire night discussing it. Though he was pretty much fully onboard with my solo videos now, he began to sweat nervously when we discussed filming with another man. I am a tiny bit ashamed to say that I pleaded with him. I think I was a bit clouded by my horny brain, and could only really think of being fucked stupid by this other man. My fiancée just couldn't seem to find it in himself to agree though, so I had to put my foot down.

"Baby, you know I love you with my entire heart, you're the man I want to spend the rest of my life with, and in a few months, you're going to be my husband. But this isn't your decision anymore, I'm making a statement. I am going to this resort and I am going to have sex with that actor. You can rather come with me to the resort to look after me, make sure I'm safe, and that nobody can take advantage of me. OR. You can sit here in the condo, knowing I'm at a resort getting my pussy blown out by a complete stranger who could be doing anything to me and you'll be powerless to help. It's your choice".

With that he solemnly nodded his head in agreement and we began packing our bags for the flight in a few days.

The resort,

The resort was absolutely amazing when we arrived. It was in Miami, so not too long a flight from where we were, and we had been booked into a balcony suite with a king size bed. The balcony overlooked a pearl white beach where the palm trees swayed ever gently, almost in sync with the waves. We had arrived early in the day, just before lunch actually, and were told we would meet Drago in the evening during dinner, and the shoot would take place tomorrow. So we spent the whole day exploring the resort, having little tropical drinks. There was an outdoor sunbathing area just by the pool. A couple of people were littered across the beds surrounding the pool soaking in the rays. Most notably however was that all the women were completed naked sunbathing (the men still wore their swim trunks for whatever reason). My fiancée and I walked down and found ourselves two empty beds, and I just instinctively threw off my bikini, exposing my bare tits to the sun (and the wandering eyes of the men). He did not look too pleased with this, but held his tongue, possibly even biting it as he watched me untie the string that held my bikini bottoms up. We lay sunbathing for the majority of the day. I, of course made him lather my entire body with sunscreen periodically, which I could tell angered him to no end, but also turned him on. We went back up to our room before dinner and got dressed. He wore a simple and elegant pair of linen trousers with a plain white tee. I had a ever so slightly teasy purple cocktail dress, and had done my full face of makeup so as to leave a good impression.

Drago,

When we arrived at the dining hall, Drago was already sat waiting for us. He towered over every man there, including my fiancée, and made them look small with how much his muscles bulged out, his veins protruding, pressing hard against his skin. He was so well tanned, obviously having spent countless hours in the sunbathing area with the naked women I thought. He immediately rose up to greet us, taking my fiancée's hand firmly and shaking it, thanking him for coming along.

He let out a professional laugh while greeting my fiancée. "We don't usually get the boyfriends coming along" he said, letting out a friendly chuckle. "I promise of course to treat her right, you have my word".

While others may think that this was a gloating statement to make, it did not seem so to me nor my fiancée. Drago seemed to have truly meant it, and said it with such an air of professionalism that you would hardly even think he was referring to fucking another mans woman. He turned to me and took my hand, raising it up and kissing it, his deep blue eyes staying locked to mine throughout the whole motion.

"And you are so much more beautiful in person my lady" he said without so much as a second spent to think of his words. "I do not know why you hide such a gorgeous face in your videos".

With that all three of us sat at the table and began to indulge in the starter meal laid before us. A gourmet tomato soup served with freshly baked white sourdough bread. We chatted casually for a while, where we grew up, what we did for work, places we had been etc etc. Drago and my fiancée got on splendidly which I was so relieved to see. Though when I say this I mean about as well as someone's fiancée can get on with the man that is set to fuck his woman in less that 24 hours. The topic of conversation moved to the shoot itself as the main course of ribeye steak and mashed potatoes was served. The finer details were hashed out, and my fiancée was assured he was more than welcome to sit in during filming, which I heartily encouraged. Not even from a cuckold perspective, it only brought me a tiny thrill to have my fiancée watch me ride another mans cock, but rather from an emotional support standpoint. I've seen Drago's videos, and he fucks hard. Keeping in mind I have only ever had sex with my fiancée, I felt it would be invaluable for me to have him there tomorrow incase I needed a breather. My fiancée went quiet after this though, obviously not overly happy to be reminded of what was happening tomorrow between me and the man in front of us. I could tell he was getting anxious by the time the waiter came out to ask about desert, and so I opted to say goodbye to Drago, and retire for an early night to our room.

The night,

Once back in our room, my fiancée perked up again. We cuddled in bed and watched a few episodes of parks and recreation while he caressed my head. I thought it better that we didn't discuss what was going to happen tomorrow, and clearly so did he. We soon switched off the lights to sleep, and I noticed his cock press against me as we spooned. I turned around, kissing him and rubbed his manhood through his trousers. He let out quiet moans into my mouth, and I pulled down his boxers, stroking him up and down. His cock was harder than it had ever been, a normal reaction of course. I had read that possibly over 60% of men had fantasized about their partner with another man at some point. He gripped me hard as I held onto his cock and tried pulling down my panties, to which I had to stop him.

"Baby" I whispered, still stroking him. "Baby I can't, I'm saving my pussy for Drago".

Saying the sentence made my whole body break out in goosebumps, it turned me on to no end to think that my own fiancée couldn't fuck me because I was saving myself for another man, but I worried for a second that I should not have said that, maybe it was too much for him. As I thought this, he let out a deep groan and I felt warm ropes of cum shoot out onto my hand. I locked lips with him letting him moan into my mouth, and kept stroking as more and more cum bucketed out onto the sheets. Once he was done, and I had squeezed the last drops from him, he turned around without a word, leaving his back facing me. He went to sleep then, his seed still coating my hand.

The morning,

That morning I woke up before my fiancée. Took a long hot shower, and began doing my makeup. Just a light 'clean girl' look. It would be the first time my face would be on camera and I didn't want to overdo it. I came back into the hotel room and he was awake, scrolling through his phone. I came over and gave him a good morning kiss, lingering in it just a second longer hoping to give him an extra ounce of reassurance. He got up to shower as I dried my hair, before we both got dressed and headed down for breakfast.

Drago was there when we arrived, greeting us in the same friendly manner he did last night. He joined us for a light breakfast, letting me know to arrive at the studio room for 12pm. It was only 9am by the time we finished, leaving a couple of hours to relax and prepare before the shoot. My fiancée and I stayed at the dining hall, enjoying a few cups of coffee together before returning to the room to watch another few episodes together.

The outfit,

At 11:45, we went to the studio room. The door was already open, waiting for us when we walked in. The room was massive, at least double the size of our one, with a... I don't even know how to describe it, perhaps an extra large king sized bed in the middle. Gorgeous purple fairy lights wrapped themselves around the outline of the headboard. There was a big 'L' shaped couch in the corner, along with a coffee table that had a variety of snacks and beverages on it. In the room there was a camera man putting the last touches on his equipment setup, and Drago shirtless, in a pair of grey shorts, seemingly with no underwear beneath as the massive outline of his cock swung about freely beneath them.

He approached us quickly, with handshakes all around again, before handing me a bag with my 'outfit' in it. Leading me into the private en-suite bathroom to change. I left my fiancée in the room alone with him as I went in and opened the bag. Inside was only two pieces of clothing, a very thin white crop top, and a jet red lacy thong. Nothing else. I stripped off my current clothes until I was naked in front of the body length mirror in the bathroom, pulled on the thong, before admiring my tits in the mirror. The thong itself was so lacy to the point of being see through, and the shape of my pussy lips was clearly visible in them. The top was not much better, the material being so thin that it left so little of my tits to the imagination as my nipples poked through. I checked myself out in the mirror again, admittedly thinking I looked really hot. I had painted the nails on my hands and feet white, and had developed a gorgeous light tan the day before.

I must've been in that bathroom about 10 minutes when I heard a knock on the door. Drago's voice followed, asking if I was ready to start soon. I smiled slyly, imagining the tension back in the room between Drago and my fiancée. He was getting impatient to fuck me now, much to what I imagine will be my fiancée's anger. I unlocked the door and stepped out in the slutty outfit he gave me.

The goodbye,