A Matter of Trust
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Greg couldn't believe he let Trinity, his wife of over twenty years, talk him into going through with the stupid challenge. Fine, she busted him jerking off watching porn when she was supposed to be at school late for parent-teacher conferences. However, her logic that 'if was he willing to get off watching some young thing masturbate, he'd be willing to screw that young thing for real' was completely flawed. For one, Greg didn't think he'd ever have a chance fucking any of those models in real life. Second, Greg thought his wife still looked amazing at forty-three, and would rather fuck her than risk losing her by cheating.
After that argument escalated, a friend of hers referred her to Dr. Val, a marriage counselor, who seemed more like an internet attention seeker than a legitimate professional. However, for keeping the peace and to be able to get back into his wife's good favor and pussy, Greg reluctantly agreed to do what Dr. Val proposed to prove his fidelity and prove he deserved Trinity's trust. All of which was going to be discussed anonymously on Dr. Val's show.
All Greg had to do was spend one night in a rather nice hotel room in Chicago, three hours from their home, without Trinity, who was staying on a completely different floor. The catch was that from eight at night to eight in the morning, twelve hours, Greg was in the room with a twenty-year-old adult actress that he didn't know. That might not seem like the worst thing, except, Jenna Rae did all she could, short of touching him, to try and get him to cheat. Of course, if he did in the slightest way, Trinity would find out and bye-bye marriage.
Three hours of the petite blonde with obviously large fake breasts essentially giving him a sex show from her bed beside his, Greg's balls felt swollen and sore. Jenna Rae kept trying to encourage him to whip it out and take care of business, but even that felt like cheating. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and excused himself to the bathroom where he ran the water and drained his balls into the toilet with a sigh of relief.
When he returned, Jenna Rae was still naked on her bed with an assortment of sex toys around her, but she was just lying back staring at her phone frowning.
"It's not you, really. If I wasn't married I wouldn't have hesitated," Greg said, not sure why he felt the need to comfort her.
"No, Greg. Believe me, I think that's sweet you feel that way. It's not that. I lost and there goes my bonus."
He rolled his eyes. "You had a bonus for getting me to cheat. Figures. It's weird though that after three hours, you've already given up."
"Well, I knew there was no use. And the producers called, they want you to answer their call."
She handed him the phone, which rang immediately with a call from an unknown number.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mr. Serg, it's Francine, Val's producer. I guess it's time to come clean: this challenge is a new segment Val is releasing. It's going on her channel, but we have hopes a network or streaming service will pick it up for a full season. There are cameras all over the room - including the bathroom, but we will censor everything to a PG-13 rating."
"What? Let me guess, my wife was watching the whole time."
She giggled. "Of course not. Just my crew sees the raw footage until it's edited. Those forms we got both of you to sign included a release and liability waiver. It includes revealing your faces and identities. I'll be sending you both a copy."
Greg let out a big sigh of relief. So much for an anonymous challenge like Trinity promised. If he'd caved to the temptation, more than his marriage would've ended.
He still didn't like the idea of him jerking off in the bathroom being shown to the public, and spoke in his authoritative tone. "So, it's over then? Because I will fight the release if I don't get to okay whatever you plan to release to the public. I know my rights."
"I don't think you do... Anyway, Mr. Serg, I'm sure you've seen reality shows before. What we want you to do is put the phone on speaker and go to the washroom again. Face the wall away from the toilet, and we'll get you to talk into the one camera. Like a confessional."
Greg snorted. "You want to me to go talk about not cheating on my wife even though JR here tried her best? Fine, lets get this done so I can relax before going to sleep."
He went and sat on the toilet and put the phone on speaker on the counter.
"Mr. Serg, first off, you did very well resisting Jenna Rae's charms. We handpicked her based on your porn browsing history and you didn't even seem tempted."
Greg went red. "How the hell do you know what I have or have not been looking for on my personal computer?"
"Please calm down. Mrs. Serg provided us with access to browsing history only as a condition to take part. It was in the release you signed. Maybe you should've read it better before signing?"
Greg remembered someone in a suit telling him and Trinity that it was no big deal, just some releases for insurances purposes and the like. Trinity signed right away and pressured him to as well so they could go eat.
'Of course, Trinity didn't care,' he thought, 'she wasn't the one being filmed.'
He sighed loudly shaking his head. "Fine, you are right that I wasn't tempted. Even if I wasn't being filmed, which I didn't know, there's no way I'd cheat on my wife. I'm glad this little experiment is over and sorry if this cuts your segment short. I apologize for not being a more interesting subject."
"No Mr. Serg, what's interesting is that you knew before-hand that you would be spending the night in a room with Jenna Rae. However, what Dr. Val didn't know until we started filming is that Mrs. Serg neglected to mention to you that she's
also
spending the night with an adult film actor. That was always the plan for this 'experiment' as you put it."
Greg felt warm. "What?"
"Ryan was
also
specially chosen based on your wife's porn viewing history..."
"Wait, what is this, a joke hidden camera show?" Greg snapped. "My wife hates porn. That's what got me into this stupid mess. She definitely does not watch it."
Another giggle from the producer. "It's interesting that she hid that from you. How well do you trust your wife? Clearly she
seemed
to trust you with Jenna Rae, but it doesn't seem like she thought you'd trust her alone with Ryan."
"I trusted her, but obviously she didn't trust me with the truth. To be honest, I'm rather pissed off about this whole situation." Greg took a breath. "So, she's in a room with hidden cameras and just found out she's getting filmed too, right?"
Francine almost sounded giddy when she said, "No, she doesn't know! Now, Jenna Rae and Ryan were given incentives for getting one of you to both initiate physical contact. You know, do something inappropriate for a married person to do with someone not their spouse. Ryan has won that incentive, so the rules are the loser gets to come clean."
Greg felt a little sick to his stomach as he processed all this new information. "What? What the fuck do you mean Ryan won, what happened?"
"Oh, I'm afraid you will need to ask Mrs. Serg that tomorrow or wait for the segment to be released, hopefully, in tomorrow's episode. What do you think happened?"
Greg took a few shallow breaths to clear his mind for a second and calm himself. "If I get this straight, my wife has already initiated something inappropriate with this Ryan, which you are filming. She doesn't know she's being filmed and can continue whatever she was doing or worse."
"Exactly!" Again Francine sounded giddy. "As we speak. Just so you know, Ryan doesn't have any incentive passed the initial...indiscretion. Anything after will just happen. So, now you know, do you regret not touching Jenna Rae's breasts or ass when she asked you to? You still have the room if you want to go touch them now. Of course, the cameras still will be rolling. Or let her touch you. That is if you can convince her as she's no longer obligated to spend the night, or have any interaction with you. In fact, she might have already left the room and gone home."
Greg stormed out and saw that Jenna Rae was no longer naked, and had a long t-shirt on.
"Oh, I figured you'd still not want to do anything. If you changed your mind, I don't mind. I'm a little hot for you in a sexy dad bod kind of way. I'll stay as long as you want me to."
Greg glared at her, which made her flinch. He slammed the phone down. "Do you know what he did to her?"
Jenna looked very anxious and glanced up, presumably at one of the cameras. "No, just that he won the challenge, or rather you won by resisting me."
"And how far would I have to have gone for you to have won?"
Jenna shrugged. "Either one of our mouths or hands stimulating the other's genitals. Blowjob, fingering, hand-job, or eating me out. Kissing or groping breasts wouldn't be enough. The catch was you had to initiate it. I couldn't touch you or even approach you naked. You had to make the move or I'd forfeit my base salary."
"How about fucking? Would you have made more money if I fucked you?"
She glanced at the camera for a second, hesitating before saying, "Yes. I would have made an additional bonus for fucking you before anything happened in the other room. Though, not much. Look, I stopped pressuring you, but if you're now having second thoughts. I mean, she can't be mad at you now can she, considering what she did, right? Like I said, I'm willing if you are."
Greg glared at the direction she had been glancing. "And it's going to come out for the world to see, isn't it? Everyone will know. Our identities and faces revealed, right? Our marriage and my wife's teaching career ruined. But you don't care about that, do you? Only money and ratings."
