My wife, Julie, is an incredibly accomplished actress. She's been in several plays with the local acting troupe and appeared as an extra in several motion pictures and TV shows. She's played non-speaking rolls such as a grocery store cashier, an ER nurse, and a patron at a bar. Although this is all pretty amateur stuff, she really is quite good.
Her latest gig was as a secretary in a film about a man who had a one-time affair with his secretary (played by Julie) and how it had completely destroyed his life, causing him to lose his job, his wife and two kids, his house, and most of his friends. It was also about how he turned his life around and recovered from such a huge fall from grace. In other words, a kind of "don't judge" and "redemption" film wrapped in one. The lead role was performed by a man who is rather well known in the entertainment industry, but as a B-list actor. I'll have to refrain from using his real name for this story, so I'll just call him Rich (since he actually is rich).
Filming was about to close out and one of the remaining scenes was the sex scene between the protagonist and his secretary. In the film it actually occurs at the very beginning, but they waited until near the end of the shooting to record the scene. My brother was part of the crew and was off working to film some scenery in another location but managed to get my name on a list at the studio so I could watch the scene as it was being recorded. From what he told me, the scene would be filmed from the perspective of a security camera mounted in the ceiling of an office. In the movie, it would appear as if someone were watching security footage of the man having sex with his secretary on his desk. It would be in black-and-white, grainy, with date and time stamps in the corners. I didn't tell Julie that I was coming to see her as they filmed the scene. She was nervous enough as it was about having to be semi-naked in front of a whole crew while engaged in simulated sex.
When I arrived at the studio filming had already started. The crew was surrounding an office desk with two chairs in front of it. I found a place to stand about twenty feet in back of Julie's head as she was laying back on a desk. The camera was up high above her and slightly toward her feet almost directly over Rich's back. Julie's blouse was open, and her bra pulled up, exposing her A-cup breasts. Her hands were on the actor's hips and her legs were wrapped around his waist as he was thrusting his hips. I couldn't see any evidence of any panties or other clothing from the waist down. My view was perfect. I could easily see how the "simulated sex" occurred. Rich was essentially just rubbing his cock up and down Julie's pussy. With each forward thrust, his bulbous penis head would peek up over the top of Julie's matted pubic hair. Both his penis and her mound appeared moist with their combined juices.
I felt hot and began to sweat. My heart was palpitating. My lungs felt constricted. My penis was so hard it hurt. I guess I really hadn't known what it meant for the actors to "simulate" sex. By using this method, they were stimulating each other's sex organs enough to make their expressions and physical reactions real. No actual penetration was taking place, so it was called simulated sex.
Ah the fine lines we draw. When is it cheating? Is it cheating when their genitals touch? Is it cheating if he licks her pussy, or she sucks his dick? Is it only considered cheating when the man's penis actually enters the woman's vagina? How much penetration is acceptable? What if he only puts the head of his penis against the opening of her vagina? It's a fool's errand to try and pin it down.
As far as I could see Julie was showing all the physical signs of arousal. Her face was flushed. The areolas were drawn up to the size of quarters and her nipples were erect. She was perspiring a little and her smooth skin glistened in the bright studio lights. She was moaning softly, and her eyes were closed. With each of Rich's forward thrusts, Julie would pull him tight against her. I was mesmerized by the sight. I could feel precum on the skin of my lower abdomen. I realized I was unconsciously playing with my engorged cock through my pants and immediately stopped when I felt an imminent ejaculation.
I can't recall the moment when I actually noticed that Rich's cockhead failed to show itself as he pushed his hips forward. It just seemed to encroach on my mind that things were different. Being a consummate actress, Julie displayed no change in demeanor. Maybe I detected a gasp? It's hard to say. At any rate, it was no longer simulated sex. The actor's cock had entered Julie's pussy and began to piston in and out with increasing rapidity. I nearly passed out. My senses were overwhelmed. I could see their sex. I could hear their sex. I could smell their sex.
It became evident through her more rapid breathing, her frantic pull on his hips, and her curled toes that Julie was approaching a mind shattering orgasm. Her head moved back, and her chin jutted upward, as she let out a loud, "Ooooooohhhhhhh Gaaaawwwwd!" Her body shook with the intensity. Then she went limp on the desk. At that moment, Rich thrusted hard into her and every muscle in his body tensed. Through gritted teeth he grunted, "Uuuuhhhh, uuuuhhhh, uuuuhhhh!"
"Cut!" Yelled the director. "That was wonderful!"
Julie punched Rich in his left shoulder and said, "How could you do that? You just made me cheat on my husband, you bastard!"
