Recap:
A new man Jason starts work at the firm where a happily married wife works and she quickly becomes besotted by him. She manages to resist temptation until he suddenly leaves but shortly afterwards he reappears as her new neighbour directly across the road. Almost inevitably she eventually goes across to him with the reluctant permission of her husband, who vainly hopes this will get the other man out of her system.
Jason reveals that he is an ex porn star and says that he wants to make a porn film starring himself and the wife to be shown on the internet. Her husband refuses to allow this, fearing that she will be recognised by neighbours or colleagues but agrees to withdraw his objection if she can be disguised enough to fool him. This is accomplished in a startling manner..
Chapter 02
from little acorns grow
On the Monday morning, after Jenn had left for work, I was working on my PC when the door bell took me downstairs to find Jason waiting. "We'll be making the film on Saturday, if that's OK," he announced. "It will take most of the day so I won't expect Jenn to come across on the Friday as well. I should also mention that we will be in the rear of the house so there won't be anything for you to see."
"Can I come and watch?" I requested.
"Sorry, apart from one special situation, I've got a rule that no-one not involved can be on the set during filming. Much as I'd like to, I can't break that rule just for you," Jason told me regretfully.
"What is that special situation?" I asked, hoping I might qualify.
Without answering directly, Jason related the following anecdote. "I was doing a sex scene about three years ago. I'd already fucked this female three or four times, both on camera and off, but on this occasion her husband was present and it was the first time he had ever seen her with someone else. Now usually she was completely uninhibited but this time she was very conscious of him being there, constantly glancing at him, anxiously trying to gauge his reaction. It was priceless. No woman could act that convincingly but I'm very keen to capture something like that in one of my films."
"Fortuitous for the filmmaker."
Jason laughed. "Hardly because it wasn't at all what the director wanted. The whole days shooting was scrapped and we had to do it all again from scratch the next day, with her hubby left safely at home."
After some more conversation, Jason invited me to see what he had done with his house. As we crossed the road he said, "You'll see why I said it was the perfect property. I wanted somewhere where I could create several apparently different locations for filming relatively easily."
I knew he had workmen frequently visiting over the months but they had done impressive amounts of work, cutting ports in walls for camera access and special lighting. When not in use the gaps were easily concealed behind pictures. Less easily hidden were holes in the bedroom ceilings that allowed a cameraman in the loft a bird's eye view of the bed. There was a similar setup in the back garden where pulley wires allowed a camera to hover directly above the large hot tub. Walking round, even I could easily envision many different scenarios that could be enacted in the house.
"I want my films to be believable and of a higher quality than the bulk of the stuff on the net. On a personal level I far prefer soft porn with a good sexual plot to a meat market succession of copulating bodies," Jason confided. "Some existing films do have a nominal introduction scene but I'm willing to spend ten minutes or more establishing a convincing impression of reality. I've devoted hours to reading erotic internet stories looking for ones that make a good believable film plot."
I eventually left, reluctantly impressed by both the efforts Jason had put into his project and his future plans. He certainly had everything well thought out. That evening when she arrived home, I immediately told Jenn that her starring role was scheduled for the coming Saturday but she was not as excited as I expected. "I'm actually very nervous," she admitted. "I know I'm pretty damn good at sex but I'm not at all sure I can act."
"Judging by Chantelle, you've got nothing at all to worry about," I told her, being dutifully reassuring but then I laughed and added, "Just as long as you stick to playing promiscuous little tarts."
On Saturday just after lunch Jenn set off across the road. I knew that for the first couple of hours at least would be taken up with make-up so I was able to spend the afternoon in the garden, thinking of other things. That changed as the evening progressed because I found myself becoming more and more uncertain and jealous. That first time she had gone to Jason, although I could not see I knew what must be happening but now for the first time I was completely in the dark about what was taking place.
It was the presence of other men in the shape of the two cameramen that was bothering me. I was envious that they were both able to appreciate all the close up views that I would love to see but that was not the whole problem. After working all day with a permanent erection, I did not know if cameramen expected an end of the day freebie as a perk of the job. Jenn was already an unfaithful wife so why did it matter if she did give quickies to two other guys? All I knew was that it did matter. It was totally illogical. I had to wonder if the only reason that I was so complacent about Jason regularly poking my wife was that I liked the guy so much myself.
Jenn got home a little after midnight and flopped down on the settee to declare, "I'm absolutely exhausted. I've really enjoyed doing it but believe me, it's a completely different ball game to just fucking for pleasure. "
"How many were there?"
"Jason says that there are usually more people involved but for this filming there were just him and me working with Jim and Bob, the two cameramen. I could tell that the guys had worked with Jas before because there was a lot of laughing and joking right from the start. At first, when I stripped off, I was a bit embarrassed by them seeing my pussy and tits. It wasn't just shyness because they looked at my body quite blatantly, in fact one of them told me I'd got a million dollar cunt. Don't get the wrong impression because they turned out to be a pair of very nice guys -- the only trouble was that their cheeky remarks kept making me giggle at the wrong moment."
This account did little to allay my doubts but I limited my questions to the content of the video. "I don't want to tell you anything about it because that will only spoil the impact when you first see it," Jenn told me. "Jason reckons that the editing will take a couple of weeks. He's invited some porn people to his house a week on Saturday for a big launch party. I'll have to be there but you will be getting a private copy of your own to watch while I'm out."
This news only served to increase my unease but I managed to convince myself that it was only paranoia. From a positive point of view, I had Friday night with sound to look forward to and as for the film, my honest preference would be to be alone when I watched it for the first time.
During the following week I noticed that the film making had subtly altered my wife. Throughout our marriage I have frequently told Jenn how special she is but, although enjoying the flattery, she has always taken my words with a pinch of salt. Now she seemed to believe the propaganda. The thing which sets models apart is that they always move as if having full awareness of their bodies and suddenly Jenn seemed to be in the process of acquiring the same trait.
When Friday night came I found that there was a down side to being able to listen as well as look. Hearing the cries of passion and the wet sound of flesh slapping on flesh was certainly an enhancement to the experience but parts of the accompanying ambience were unsettling. Despite all the times I had watched Jenn and Jason committing the sex act together in different positions I had never imagined that they shared such a warm and easy familiarity. For example, right at the start Jason instructed, "Come on you delectable trollop, get your warm lips wrapped round my cock," and after she had eagerly complied he gave a long sigh of pleasure and told her," I've really missed your insatiable wet tongue."
An even more disturbing exchange took place a while later when my wife was bent over the bed with Jason slowly fucking her from behind. "You're a right little whore, what are you?" he asked.
"I'm a right little whore," she told him proudly.
"What are you a whore for?"
"I'm a whore for big fat cocks, especially yours," Jenn replied, thrusting herself passionately back against him.
There were two inescapable conclusions. The first that this was a small well practiced ritual and the second, that they had at least discussed Jenn opening her legs for further men.