Chapter Five -- The Stag Film
Mark returned to the job with mixed emotions. Something had brought the animal out in his wife when they made love last night. He had enjoyed that part immensely, but was still concerned about what had happened the previous Saturday night at the porn shop. He knew she lost control and revealed a violent orgasm for all that were watching. He did have to admit it was exciting to think about what she did in front of total strangers. And she confessed that she enjoyed being revealed. He just wasn't sure what to do next, or how he would deal with Sam.
The store owner, on the other hand, had already planned his next steps and was prepared for Mark. Sam hadn't built his business on a lark. The same shrewd businessman that created the shop in his younger days was now reemerging. Pleased with the results of his efforts so far, he wanted to take it to the next level. Sam was not concerned about this employee, he was thinking about his own enjoyment and the possibilities. So he was prepared for his young co-worker when Mark arrived that Monday.
"How is she doing?" Sam asked, acting as if he was concerned.
"She is doing fine. Actually, better than how I am doing."
"And how are you doing.'
"I'm not sure this should go on." Mark added without hesitation.
"And why is that?"
"Because I think it's risky that people know she is a real person." Mark did not hesitate to add.
"It is because she is real that people are excited." Sam added in mater of fact tone. "The sales Sunday night were off scale. And I believe it was because our little Pinocchio became a real individual that night."
"What to you mean?" Quickly asked Mark.
"I mean that we sold out on the remote anal vibrator she was using, and I believe it was due to the orgasm she displayed in the window. The people coming into the store wanted to know what that mane was hanging out of her ass. And I told them."
"Morgan's display was obviously a turn-on for the audience." Mark said, but then muttering to himself added, "And to her too."
"Yes, exactly, because of her display." Sam answered without waiting.
Mark was still torn. This secret was now known to more than himself, Sam, and Morgan. There were townies that knew she was real. They may have not known who she really was thanks to the mask, but they knew she was someone. It was only time before someone would figure out who she was, and that is the last thing Mark needed to happen. Having her secret exposed might ruin her job and put Morgan at risk, even to people who were their friends.
"I am not sure we can continue doing this."
"That is exactly why you need to continue." Added Sam.
"I do not understand." Responded Mark.
"It excites you both knowing that people see her on display, right?"
Mark hesitated, thinking, and finally said, "Yes."
"So you need to continue if you want the excitement to continue."
"Okay, it does excite both of us, but I am not sure what to do? Nobody can know that it's Morgan. It's too risky."
"Here is what I suggest then" Sam then described his next fantasy.
Mark listened, taking it all in, finally understanding what Sam wanted.
"Tell Morgan about it and see what she thinks." Sam suggested.
"Okay, okay, I'll take it back to Morgan, and get her reaction. But if we do this, this has to be her last display."
"We'll talk more, after you get her reaction." Sam was pretty sure she would agree more than he would.
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That same evening Mark described to Morgan what Sam had asked them to do. He also told her that Sam had known about her being the model longer than Mark realized. He let this fact sink in as he watched her reaction. She seemed to accept what he said and reacted well about Sam being her secret voyeur. After all, she did enjoy being placed on display.
Mark had just described the fantasy that Sam had suggested, when Morgan jumped into the conversation by taking it to the next level. Mark understood that his wife was enjoying her exhibitionism and could not resist wanting to do more.
They met Sam later that week. Morgan appeared to accept the fact that Sam had become the director. She actually enjoyed knowing one of her secret voyeurs. Actually facing him and talking to him about it was somewhat titillating, though Sam was not part of her fantasies. She only suggested changes to the scene that she thought would enhance the fantasy. Sam listened to each suggestion, but in the end, Sam made the final decisions. By any means possible this was going to be his fantasy.
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It was Friday night, time for the store to unveil its new fantasy. The 'trench coat lady' had already arrived, and with Sam's help, the new display was just about to be unveiled.
In this window there weren't any mannequins; in their place were Mark and Morgan. This was Sam's fantasy from the start. He had reached back in to his life and extracted a scene from an old porno flick that he had gotten his hands on while in high school. He still had the old 8mm film stored safely at home. Spending the better part of one evening he found the reel, located an old projector, and played the movie. Sam used the film as a study tool to select the closest props of that period, but most importantly to get the main characters right.
The man in the film was thin with slicked down hair, sporting a thin pencil mustache, naked except for his knee high black socks supported by sock garters. The woman had short hair also completely naked and very busty. Both wore a black mask over their eyes, hiding their identities, but little else.
This fantasy presented an intimate view of an old forty's bedroom, and was Sam's favorite part of the movie. It probably was the single event that got him started in the porno business. The bed, stuffed chair, phone, and surrounding, presented a scene sixty years earlier in the USA. The older couple on the celluloid were engaged in, and enjoying sex; no different from today. The woman was on her hands and knees on top of the bed. The man was behind her, clearly getting ready to fuck her in the "doggie position". Sam watched them screw again in the film, fully appreciating how he became a "boob man".
Mark and Morgan had taken their positions on the bed. Morgan was in a short wig. Mark with his hair greased down. She rested on her hands and knees; presenting her full left side to the street. Mark pressed up against her ass and placed a hand on each side of her butt. He pushed his penis up against Morgan's ass, having positioned himself slightly behind her. Mark was somewhat comforted with the fact that he was hidden behind the mask, as was Morgan. For now, his penis lay limp against her leg, out of sight.
Sam enjoyed opening the curtains on this night, for he had a prime view of the two of them posed a few feet away. Sam stood there, taking pleasure in the fact that here were two live people acting out his fantasy. He slowly pulled open the curtains and watched their reaction, as he put them both on display to the street.
For the first part of the night, Morgan allowed her voyeurs to nudge her in and out of her own fantasies, helping her to manage her time remaining in the window. Mark must have been doing the same, because every few minutes she could feel his erection grow, slowly move up her leg, tap against her pussy, and then lower again.
