On my god, I could not wait for Sara to get home and tell me about her night. It had been 24 hours since she left to go to Keith's house. She had called about 11:30 this morning to tell me should would be later. I had just hung up the phone with her as she called to tell me she was on her way home.
I could feel my cock springing to life knowing my slut of a wife was going to be home soon with a story out of this world. In fact, it is all I had though about since she left. Even though I had spent last night over at Sara's best friend's apartment, Cara, double teaming her with her boyfriend, I could only think of Sara and who she might be fucking at that moment.
I decided to get naked and greet my wife at the door into the garage when I heard the garage door open. When she walked in the door, I greeted her with a long, deep kiss. I could tell she had just recently been fucked and swallowed because I could taste some cum in her mouth, which only served to excite me more.
"So, how much did you make," I asked. "And, how much did you fuck?"
"You're not going to believe this," she told me.
She opened up her purse and I saw several wrapping of bills, which I quickly found out were $100 bills. I was speechless.
"Its about $53,000," she said.
"Holy shit," I managed to say. "How in the hell did you manage to make that much money?"
"Come on upstairs and I'll tell you all about it. Unless you don't want to know."
"Fuck yeah I want to know," was my reply.
She grabbed my cock and led me upstairs. Once we got to our bedroom, she took off her tank and shorts, which I noticed was not her own clothes, and jumped onto the bed. I got onto the bed after her and laid down next her, letting my hand rest on her abdomen.
"Well, it started out just like a waitressing job, but then they began to bid on my clothes and before I knew it, they had bought me out of my clothes," she began.
She continued to tell me every detail about the whole experience. As she told the story, I just kept getting turned on more and more. She was also, because I had three fingers in her pussy, which was getting more and more moist as she told each detail.
By the time the story got to where Keith began to fuck her, I could not take anymore. I rolled her over, lubed my cock, and guided my cock into her ass, which was still loosened from all the action it had taken over the last 24 hours.
"And then Keith offered me a job," she grunted as I had worked my way completely into her ass.
"What kind of job, his own personal fuck toy," I said sarcastically, but still with a tone that implied I wanted to hear what the offer was.
"Well I guess you could say that," she said and told me the details of what had been offered as I continued to plug away at her ass.
"So, do you want to do it," I asked her, already knowing her answer.
"You know how I've always wanted to do some porn. And I also know how much you would love to be married to a porn star, but I don't know about the paid sex service thing. What do you think, Jeff?"
"You're right about the porn stuff," I said searching for the perfect answer about the final question. "As for the other thing, how much did you enjoy last night, especially the hotel lobby?"
"Holy shit, walking through that lobby, it might've been the most exciting thing I've ever done. To be the object of so much desire by all of those people, its almost as if it wasn't real, as if I had dreamt it. And then to have to of those people that desired me so much, to fuck me in an adjoining conference room, most people's fantasies aren't that daring."
"Well then," I said picking up the pace of fucking her ass. "I think you've answered your own question."
"But what about you," she asked. "Are alright with your wife being, basically, a prostitute for businessmen? After all, the basic part of the job is fucking whoever Keith tells me to."
The timing of the question could not have been better, because right as she asked it, I began to fill her ass with cum.
"Does that answer your question," I said after I had caught my breath. "Besides, you've wanted to Keith 'yes' the second he offered you the job.
"You're so wonderful," Sara said to me. She moved over to kiss me. After a few minutes, she rolled over on top of me and guided my still three-quarters hard cock into her pussy. We continued to fuck until I had cum again and then we both drifted off to sleep.
The last week has just flown by. Cara, Sara and I are on Keith's private jet to California so that Sara can shoot her first scenes as a porn star.
The morning after Sara and I had agreed for her take Keith's offer, she called him and accepted. We drove over to his house that Sunday and she signed the contract after he had explained all the details to us.
The number of details surprised me. Since she was going to do the porn stuff in the contract, she would need to get an HIV test every week she was active in the business. I also had to get one if I wanted to fuck my wife without a condom, since if she fucked anyone "outside the business" it would have to be with a condom, which included when she was working for Keith, unless they also had an up-to-date test. She was to change her birth control pill as soon as possible so that she would get less periods, which would mean she would not be able to perform when needed.
Keith called a contact in LA and arranged for Sara's first shoot on Wednesday afternoon. Everything had happened so fast. We got our tests and they came back Tuesday just fine. She had quit her job at the dentist's office and now we were on the plane.
She was do two scenes this afternoon and fly back to St. Louis tonight. Tomorrow morning she was to "entertain" several of Keith's clients on their flight back to Seattle and then do another porn scene in LA in the afternoon. On Friday, she was booked to do two more scenes in the afternoon. Then on Friday night, we were to attend a party for those in the porn business. On Saturday, we were free to do what we wanted until our flight to St. Louis that evening.
Last night, Cara called and asked if she could come along with us. I was happy when Keith said it was okay, because Sara would not be able to have much sex with me and Cara could fill that void, since I knew how turned on I would be watching my wife make her first porn performances.
We were now on our final descent into LA. I could tell Sara was very nervous since she was saying very little.
After we landed, we found a limo waiting for us on the tarmac. Our luggage had already been put in the trunk. The driver informed us that Sara's first "appointment" was in an hour and we need to head directly there.
Even though Sara was nervous and not saying much, I could tell she was excited because her braless nipples were almost poking through the thin fabric of the tank she wore. We arrived at our destination, which turned out to be a normal looking house.
We were greeted by a man named Sam at the door and he showed us into the living room, where a mini photo-studio was setup.
He went over a few things with Sara, including her tests and what name she wanted to use for the scene. He then described what would happen. He would take a few shots of just her and then she would do a hardcore scene with the male talent.
He then introduced us to a gorgeous young lady named Melanie who would be helping Sara pick out an outfit and prepare her makeup and hair for the scene.
After they had left the room, Sam showed us where we would be during the scene, which was off to the side on a couch.
"We usually don't like boyfriends, let alone husbands, on the set, especially for a first scene because of jealousy issues, but we were told you'd be fine," he said with a very serious look on his face. "You're okay with all of this, right?"
"The only problem I'll have is trying to keep from joining in," I said, which drew a big laugh from Sam. "I'm pretty hard right now just thinking about what's about to happen."
"Cara, what brings you out here," Sam said turning his attention to the gorgeous young lady sitting next to me on the couch.
"Well, I just sort of want to see my friend get fucked," she said getting a little nervous all of a sudden. "And just to see, you know, well, I've watched a lot of porn, and, like, I've always wondered how it all happened."
"Okay, but if you ever want to know what its like to be part of the action, just let me know. With that hot body of yours and pretty young look, you'd do pretty well out here. You need one of two things to do well out here. Either be foreign born, which is why Sara will do well, especially since she implied she's willing to do anything, or look young, which you have. Cara, why don't you stand up and let me see you again."
After a short hesitation, Cara stood up and let Sam look her over, which was not hard to do since Cara was wearing a halter dress that pretty much only covered her tits and hip area.
"Turn around," Sam said, which she quickly obeyed. "So, Cara, how interested are you in possibly seeing what its like to be in a scene and not just watching a scene?"
Sam had now moved to Cara and had lifted her dress over her hips, revealing the navy blue thong she wore underneath the dress.
"Very interested," Cara replied, obviously enjoying the attention because she turned around and planted a deep kiss on Sam. "But first, I just want to see Sara get fucked on film."
