Hard Times

Hard Times

Chapter 1: Saving the Farm

It wasn't even my idea. In fact, I was shocked when Jeff proposed it. I hated the idea.

But times were hard--very hard. We were in danger of losing the farm. And I didn't have any better ideas about how to avoid that disaster. And, ultimately Jeff's plan worked... just not the way either of us had expected.

We'd been married for four years. We married young--Jeff, was just 21 and I was 19. Jeff was an only child and when his parents didn't want to run the family farm any more, they took out a mortgage to cover their retirement, gave Jeff the farm (and the mortgage) as a pre-inheritance gift, and retired to Florida. It was really very generous. There was still significant equity in the farm and, if we worked hard, we should be able to cover the mortgage and make a good living.

And we

did

work hard. We worked our tails off. For a few years, things were going smoothly, as expected. Then the U.S. imposed tariffs on other countries, who retaliated in kind, and our profits nosedived. Monsanto jacked up the price of soybean seeds and we learned that our new John Deere tractor was designed so that even relatively routine repairs could only be done by certified John Deere technicians, at a premium price.

For the last year and a half, we'd been running in the red and we were getting in a deeper and deeper hole. Things began to look bleak.

Losing the farm would be an economic disaster for us, of course. But I think the greatest fear for Jeff was the shame he would feel with his parents. Despite all the uncontrollable challenges we were facing, the bottom line would be that they had gifted him a well-functioning family farm--one that had been in the family for three generations--and he'd promptly run it into the ground.

It was this fear that really drove Jeff to desperation. And his proposal was the child of that desperation.

What was his plan to save the farm? Producing and starring in our very own homemade porno flicks!

Jeff had, true to character, done his research. I'm sure that getting ideas and scoping out the potential competition was fun for him. (He watches a lot of porn and I'm fine with that. I don't see it as a threat to us. I know he's completely faithful to me, body and soul. If he enjoys letting his mind wander a little, that's okay by me.) In addition to that, though, Jeff had carefully analyzed how much money people could make from these sorts of things.

"People love this stuff," Jeff said. "And they especially love amateur porn. It's so popular that professional sites try to create fake amateur material."

He said that we couldn't just do videos of us having sex. We needed a gimmick, a hook. And he'd figured out what that would be, too: cuckoldry.

Shit!

My jaw dropped when he said that.

"You want me to cuckold you?!"

"No, no!" he shot back. "That's the trick. The shots of you with your 'bull' will all be of you with me but they won't show my face. Then, you'll confront and humiliate me by talking about your lover while I jack off eating your used pussy, for example."

The "no other people" aspect was a relief to me. I wasn't really into that and the idea that Jeff would willingly lend me out to other men would have been disturbing. The "eating your used pussy" was intriguing. I loved it when Jeff licked my cunt. What woman doesn't love a good cunt licking? So, this promised more of something I loved. And, frankly, the idea of him eating his cum out of my freshly fucked cunt was exciting.

"Do people--and by 'people' I mean

men

, of course--really go for that sort of thing?" I asked. I wasn't just playing devil's advocate. I really couldn't see why men would pay to watch cuckold porn.

"They sure do!" Jeff, having done his homework, shot back. "I think some men imagine themselves as the bull. Some probably take some sort of schadenfreude-like pleasure in watching the cuckold be humiliated. They might be thinking, 'I'm not like that; I wouldn't put up with that.' But some get off on the thought of being humiliated. Maybe they don't want it to happen in real life, but they get some vicarious pleasure out of imagining being humiliated."

Still, I was reluctant. I wasn't ashamed of my body. I have a great body. But the idea of my body,

and face

, being out there in the huge body of internet porn was concerning. But, like I said, it's not like I had any better ideas to save the farm.

So, we committed to it. We bought professional video equipment, including a camera that would follow motion. And, while still working the farm, we found some spare hours to study both the technical and aesthetic aspects of our project. (If you think that amateur porn doesn't require aesthetics, just watch a bunch. You'll see the difference between one's you'd be willing to pay for and others.) We converted a spare room to be the faux master bedroom for our fictional couple.

The idea was to have public personas that our subscribers would come to know and want to follow, like an X-rated soap opera but with only one story line. We needed pseudonyms. I chose, maybe not showing stellar originality, 'Crystal.' Jeff decided to go by 'Willie'--a strange choice but he argued that it could be later used in phrases like 'little Willie' to add to his humiliation.

While Jeff would do all the production work and post the videos, it would look as if I was the one doing this. That would allow me to narrate some of the action and for there to be some videos that included me talking directly to the audience about my feelings and plans.

Jeff had planned out a trajectory of our relationship. That was important for the narrative we were hoping would build a loyal, and paying, audience.

First, it would be just us having sex but the first tapes would show my growing frustration and dissatisfaction that would ultimately drive me to find sexual satisfaction outside my marriage. It would also lay the foundation for "Willie" becoming subservient to me as his inability to satisfy me provoked in him embarrassment and shame. Then the storyline would progress through an "accidental" affair that I didn't tell Jeff about, through him learning of my infidelity, and, ultimately, me openly cuckolding and humiliating him in numerous and innovative ways.

The first video was just plain, straight sex between Jeff and me--oops, I mean between Willie and Crystal. The recording was intentionally amateurish because part of Jeff's plan was for our early videos to appear to be beginner efforts and for them to improve as we go on. This, we thought, would reinforce the credibility that we were genuine amateurs.

The only acting involved for me was to appear bored and disinterested while he fucked me. The video had to show him cumming ridiculously quickly, leaving me completely unsatisfied. That had to be simulated by editing. Jeff's more of a 60-minute man than a 60-second man. In addition to cutting the time of the fucking, we needed to edit out any times I seemed excited, including the orgasm Jeff drove me to.

But, after Jeff had spent a few nights editing the video, it worked. As I watched the product of his artistic editing, even remembering the actual event, it sure looked to me like Willie shot his load within a minute or two of entering Crystal, rolled over exhausted, leaving Crystal obviously frustrated and unsatisfied. And it looked as if Willie knew that and was embarrassed by his failure.

"I'm sorry," Willie said apologetically.

"No. That's okay." Crystal said in the tone that means it's anything but okay.

Jeff posted it on OnlyFans, making it a free video, with teasers on lots of other sites that pointed to the OnlyFans site. Then, he spent several nights logging on to all of those sites using different email accounts and posting rave reviews and comments. The comments included not only praise but calls for more videos to see what happens next to Willie and Crystal.

Then we sat back and watched. The full video and the teasers on the other sites didn't take off immediately and they never reached the level of being viral videos. But they did attract a following and some positive comments. This was pretty much what Jeff had told me to expect. He was happy enough with the results and hopeful for us being able eventually to monetize this and cover the income gap we had.

The second video was similar except that, after his premature ejaculation--well an ejaculation that would appear premature after editing--his apology, and my "it's okay", Jeff/Willie went down on me. He gently cleaned my cum-filled pussy. I held his head down and, for the first time, showed real sexual excitement. I didn't have to act then. Not only did his tongue feel wonderful, but the idea of cleaning his cum from my cunt with his tongue excited me no end.

"Oh, God!" I panted. "You do that so well! I love your tongue on my clitoris. Don't stop... Please, don't stop!"

He didn't. He drove me to an incredible orgasm. Again, no acting. My hips were bucking violently as I experienced wave after wave of ecstasy flood over my body. I was completely spent but Jeff's expression and question managed to penetrate my consciousness.

"How was that?" he asked.

"That was great, honey," I managed to say, using my hands to lay his head down on my pelvis.

The editing was terrific. As with the first video, it was clear that Willie was completely unable to please Crystal with his dick. After he came so quickly, he was humiliated. He pathetically grasped for some way to redeem himself--some way to please Crystal. And, when he'd succeeded in pleasing her with his tongue, he was obviously pleased and proud of himself. That show of self-satisfaction was designed to make him look even more pathetic.

And it worked. Jeff posted the edited video to OnlyFans with the free version cutting off just as Willie was working his way down to Crystal's crotch to clean her cunt of his cum. And he posted teasers to lots of other sites. Again, he followed up with reviews and comments from multiple accounts. Then, once more, we waited.

The wait was worth it. In dribs and drabs at first, then in a stream, we got subscribers to our channel. We weren't making enough to cover the costs of our equipment yet, but we were building a following.

Each new video took things a step further. Jeff wrote scripts for me to do narration of some of the action scenes and, as well, to do selfie-style intros and recaps. As Crystal, I talked about my disappointment with Willie's fucking. When he began cleaning me and licking me to an orgasm after apparently cumming prematurely in my cunt, at first I expressed satisfaction with the arrangement. But gradually it became clear that I wanted a really good fucking.

I began to talk about fantasizing getting fucked by another guy while Willie licked his own cum from my cunt. But, as I told my audience in my narration, the fantasy just made my yearning stronger. I wanted to feel a huge, hard cock pound my cunt until I convulsed in an orgasm.

It was Jeff's idea for me to engage my audience in solving my problems. So, in one of my "talk to my audience" clips, I asked what I should do.

The suggestions came quickly in the comments. Most were predictable. Guys recommended that I find a "real man" to fuck me. Some offered to come fuck me in front of Willie. But Jeff and I had planned some smaller steps, first.

Crystal replied in the comments that she wasn't ready to take a lover. ('Wasn't ready' was carefully chosen language. It was clearly not a 'no, never' response. It was a teaser for what was to happen later.)

Jeff logged on under a fake name and suggested that we get a cock sleeve for Willie. That would give me the feeling of hard cock I wanted and it would reduce his stimulation and maybe allow him to perform better.

I publicly thanked the commenter, for finding a solution that would allow me to continue to be faithful to Willie.

We had fun playing with the cock sleeve before we shot the video. To be clear, Jeff doesn't need a cock sleeve and, when he was hard, it was a struggle to get it on him. It was a little uncomfortable for me at first, but with a generous amount of lube, we made it work. Cunts are amazingly adaptable.

The extra length made it pound my cervix hard when Jeff thrust into me fully and the added girth stretched my cunt lips and sort of pulled my clitoris against the cock sleeve as he pistoned into me.

Jeff had a great plan for the video introducing Willie to the cock sleeve. We unwrapped the package together, both showing excitement, though Willie seemed a little ambivalent. He was going to be able to satisfy me sexually, he imagined, but that thought was tainted by the knowledge that it was only by using a dick enhancer.

We had no problem getting the cock sleeve on--for two very important reasons. First, before the taping, I'd just given Jeff a blow job, draining his balls completely. He wouldn't be able to get a real erection for a while. And, second, we'd lubed up the inside of the cock sleeve really well.

I lay back and spread my legs and Willie positioned himself between my thighs with his impressive fake cock aimed at my cunt. Because his real cock was limp, he had to hold the cock sleeve to guide it into my cunt.

I made a big show of excitement as he pushed the fake cock into me. "Oh, God! Oh, God! That feels so good. Oh, God, that's what I've been wanting."

This could all sound very supportive and encouraging, I suppose, but the underlying message was one of humiliation. It underscored how inadequate Willie was without the toy and how much I'd yearned for something more than he could give me.

But the real humiliation was yet to come. The point of ensuring that Jeff wouldn't get hard and of lubing the inside of the cock sleeve, was to make the cock sleeve experiment a humiliating failure.

Instead of Willie thrusting the cock sleeve in and out of my hungry pussy, the cock sleeve stayed in place and Willie's limp willie thrust in and out of the cock sleeve. He kept this up for just a minute or so and then faked an orgasm, collapsing on top of me and muttering apologies.

Again, I reassured him that it was "okay"--his expression showed that he knew that it wasn't.

After we posted that video with a short clip of me saying how unsatisfying that was, we didn't need to prompt our followers for suggestions of things to try. But, again, it was Jeff using a fake name that gave the suggestion we'd actually follow up on.

"A strapon!" the apparently anonymous poster suggested. "Willie needs help. You need to get him a nice big strapon so he can fuck Crystal properly."

So, the next video began with me opening the box and taking out the strapon. It was huge and, except for the size, very realistic. I didn't have to feign excitement. I thought the idea of Jeff fucking me with the strapon was delicious.

In the video, the strapon was presented as my surprise to Willie. He was embarrassed and acted reluctant at first but he came around when I told him how much he'd like ramming a hard cock into my wet cunt. The point of my talking about his alleged excitement was to exhibit my own. Willie picked up on it and decided to go along with it.

After he fastened the dildo around his pelvis, I made a big show of getting on my knees and worshiping it. To boost his ego--well, to appear to be trying to boost his ego--I called it "his cock".

"Oh, God... I love your huge cock," I said as I kissed, licked, and sucked the dildo. "I can't wait to feel it fill my cunt."

Of course, it doesn't really boost a guy's ego to rave about the plastic phallus he's strapped on completely ignoring his cock. But I tried to make it look like Crystal was encouraging Willie.

Willie pulled me to my feet, almost tore off my clothes, and pushed me down onto the bed. I lay there, legs splayed, waiting for him to fuck me.

I didn't have to wait long. He was on top of me and feigning great enthusiasm as he prepared to push the plastic phallus into my wet cunt. We'd rehearsed this and I knew that the enthusiasm would quickly turn to disappointment and embarrassment.

While Willie was doing a great job of pounding my pussy with the strap-on, his own dick was, apparently, rubbing between my ass and the sheets. The script called for Willie to apparently shoot his load from that minor stimulation and to collapse in humiliation.

This was tricky because in order to ensure that Willie's willie didn't look too big and hard, I'd jacked Jeff off before we began recording tonight's video. So, Willie's climax was faked. But we'd cooked up some fake cum for him to subtly squirt under my ass to make it look real.

When Willie crumbled in embarrassment and rolled off of me, I reached between my legs and wiped up a little of the fake cum and looked at it, feigning an attempt to hide my contempt. But what I said was, "That's okay, Willie. It was a good try." Willie just mumbled noncommittally.

"There's no reason you need to stop, you know!"

At my urging, Willie climbed on top of me again and began fucking me with the strap-on. But his heart clearly wasn't in it. Now, the fucking just underscored his inadequacy--all the more so because I "complimented" him in the size of "his" cock and "his" staying power. Willie was hearing the words the audience assumed he longed to hear, but the audience knew they weren't having the effect on him that he'd hoped for.

Of course, Jeff was fine with this. Our sex life was better than ever. But Willie was a sorry case.

The final suggestion we took from comments, apparently from a fan but really from Jeff, was to lock Willie up in a chastity device before strapping on the dildo. That would keep him from coming too soon. Then he could keep his heart in what he was doing.

Jeff and I had seen the videos of women who cage their lovers' cocks and then satisfy themselves using dildos they've strapped onto the guys. There's a special kind of humiliation involved in this. The woman couldn't say more clearly: "A dildo is better than your cock and your pleasure doesn't matter."

When we recorded that video, again we had to relieve Jeff before the session. That way, his cock appeared small and limp and, somehow, being appropriately locked in a cock cage. Jeff liked the pre-recording relief sessions fine. What guy doesn't like a blow job? And he was fine with playing the impotent wimp. It was just play acting after all and the Crystal and Willie saga was beginning to build a bit of a following so Jeff was increasingly optimistic about the success of his plan to rescue the farm.

With Willie suitably limp, I proposed that he fuck me with the strapon. But this time, I suggested, just to make sure he doesn't cum while doing that, we should put him in a chastity device. That way, he can satisfy me first without making himself cum and then we can take care of him.

Willie was reluctant but ultimately willing, of course.

That session went well. Willie rammed my cunt hard with the strapon and brought me to a real orgasm. I recovered while he removed the strapon and the cock cage. He was acting like he was eager for his turn to get off. And, of course, I'd promised. But, I blew him in a detached, lackluster sort of way--after all, I'd just had an explosive orgasm and didn't have a lot of sexual energy. He'd just cum before we started recording so my half-hearted ministrations on his cock weren't really getting it hard.

Finally, Willie gave up in frustration, collapsing next to me.

"That's okay, Willie," I said soothingly. "We're making progress."

And, from the taped record, it certainly seemed as if we were making progress on

my

sexual satisfaction, even if not on Willie's. Willie refused to re-enact this scene. The idea was that it had all the humiliation of the previous attempts without even giving him sexual relief.