This is based very loosely on a 14-day period five years ago. This is not written for an English class to be graded, so fair warning there will be some errors. I have done all I can to fix everything I could. Again, I could not find anyone interested in helping edit. This is multiple parts and not sex all the time. There is more backstory than sex. This will not be most people's cup of tea, but I liked it. It sets up further adventures. This part may not makes sense without reading the prior parts.
Part 5 Monday
It was 6:05 pm. I had just got back to my hotel suite. I had stripped naked and picked up my phone and called Greg. Now I do not want you to think I had forgotten my husband, I had not. We had texted multiple times throughout the day. I made sure he got off safely for his business trip. I did tell him I still loved him but am angry, hurt, and confused.
But I still had low simmering anger. I was past the revenge fuck mentality for the most part, but I was resolved to proceed with everything I had said to Greg last night. More so as I thought about it all day. All I can say is thank god for Mondays never having anything scheduled for work. I used it more for organizing the week and putting out fires from last week. This gave me plenty of time to think and work through what both Mark had said and Greg's basic defense of Mark. Frustrating but all of it was good points. It also led me to decide to give all this a shot. I might like it or end up hating it and myself.
My text to Greg went like this: Hi, it is 6 pm or after, still want to do this. I still am ready to jump in all the way. I think a talk first might be in order. My text to my husband went like this -- staying here one more night love, maybe two. I am still working through a couple of things. I do know I still love you. I am still dealing with my feelings of being deceived for years. But doing much better today now that I am calmer.
It wasn't too long, maybe ten minutes before Greg responded.
Greg: Okay, I agree we need a conversation before we move forward. Do you want to chat at my place or for me to come to you?
I had not thought about this. All I knew is I was ready to do this. I was going to get fucked by someone, not my husband tonight one way or another.
Me: I have a large executive suite for the next two nights, or I can come there, it is not a big deal either way.
Greg. Okay, come here. It will take about an hour. I will text you my address. Give me your birthdate for the security gate code. I got to program it in the security system.
I got the address almost the minute I hung up. Along with what he wanted me to wear if I had it or could get it. This was followed by never mind, I have your sizes already from a previous text. I will have something delivered asap. Don't leave till you get it and shower and dress. I had forgotten he had asked for sizes and taste and if I was bare or trimmed in an earlier text. Now I was kind of scared of what might show up.
Thirty minutes later there was a knock on the door. I had just gotten out of the shower and was in a robe brushing my hair out. It was a young lady working for a delivery service. She handed me a package and said Mr. Gregory Lemont sent this.
I opened the package and was in shock. There was an open-cup bra, a garter belt, fine-meshed stockings, and a dress. There was also a baby doll-type nightie that when I tried it on it barely covered my pussy, but had a cute pair of panties with it. All of the were very sheer and in baby blue. Well not the dress, it was in a cream color. Think of the little black dress style but in cream coloring. I was not sure what to do with this. So when all else fails, text the sender. LOL
Me: Okay got your stuff, wow.
Greg: Both deliveries?
Me: Both? Got one?
Greg: Wait for the other it should have been there by now.
As I was reading this there was another knock. It was the delivery person. Same girl. She was blushing. She apologized for not doing it in one delivery. They were baby blue pumps with four-inch heels. Very sexy in their own way.
Me: Greg these are expensive and gorgeous. I will get all the dress stuff on and be there in thirty minutes.
Greg: No show up in the baby doll. Yes, I know you need to cover it. Once you are in the car strip to just the doll. That is all I want you in from the parking garage till you walk into my house. Bring the other outfit, you will change when we are ready to video.
With that, he stopped responding. I went tried the whole babydoll outfit on and added the heels. I loved my look but was like how to wear this out? I finally figured out how to get leggings on and a baggy enough T-shirt to cover the top. The heels looked good with the leggings, but if I was going to say going to my gym I need the gym shoes. So heels and other stuff into the bag. I did basic makeup and added earrings I thought were sexy in a slutty way for the porn video. With that, I grab my stuff and was on the road.
I arrived and the anticipation made me panicky wet horny and lustful. Also very confused. I found the security gate and drove by, almost hyperventilating. I turned around and drove back about two miles to the convenience store I had passed on the way there. I sat there on the far edge of the parking lot. I had to get the heartbeat down and calm down. I was making myself a wreck. While sitting there I undressed down to the baby-doll nightie and dug the heels out. Took a deep breath and backed out and headed to the gate again.
I punched in my birth date and the computer said good evening Ms. Smith, welcome. Then the gate opened. I drove straight to where the garage doors are and parked. I took another deep breath and headed to the front door. I was greeted before I even could ring the doorbell. Greg was naked, completely totally naked. His cock was huge and already hard. I was mesmerized. So much so that I did not hear him greet me or even notice he had taken my bag and was closing in for a full-body hug. I just stare at his cock. It was huge. Yes I know I already said that. It was at least nine inches and I guess as big around as one of those plastic 20oz soda bottles. Fuck I didn't know whether to panic and run from it or drop to my knees in worship it. All I know was the deep-down primal me wanted all this and what is before me, hard and waiting for me. Well, that is what my head was arguing to resist. My body wanted to do something I rarely will do for my husband, drop to my knees and suck, lick and desire a cock. This added confusion and guilt.
What is worse, in all this I finally realized that moment I got turned on by this guilt and the primal desires and the humiliation of submitting to be used. Adding that I am being paid made it even more intense. Well not paid yet, but that's what I am here for.
The hug came and I felt that monster pressed against me like there was nothing between us. I think I know why he wanted the baby doll now, but at that moment I wanted him in me. I was making myself even hornier by my mind yelling at me about what I was doing while my body melted into his. He broke the hug, took my hand, and led me to the huge living room. He patted the couch for me to sit down on it. He then went to get two flutes of wine and the controller for the TV. He handed me a flute sat down, click the TV on and it instantly had porn come on, "How I turned out my best friend's wife." That was the title. He smiles at me.
"I found the full three-hour version. I think you just need to enjoy the first thirty minutes then we will go from there" That was what Greg said right before the most delicious tongue probing my mouth has ever received.
As we sit and I tried to focus on the movie and listen, Greg took my hand and placed it on his cock. He whispered that I could not stroke it or do anything but lay it there until he said to. He wanted me to watch and listen. The bastard knew what he was doing to me. So, I concentrated and watched and listened. While I was trying to do this my pussy was dripping, no it was running fluids out of it. Good thing his couch was not cloth covered.
What was it he wanted me to see so badly? It was not purely porn as it was an amateur interview at the start. It starts with some guy using a selfie stick to record him as he drives then walks up to a house. As he is doing this he is talking about meeting a couple the wife wants to become a porn star and his intention once in porn is to "Turn her out". But first, he said he has to separate the two as the husband is not really supportive and he actually thinks he is there to see if she is serious. Greg paused the video right before he rang the doorbell.
Greg: "So you see the similarities yet? You know where this is going but you got to hear the questions and answers. Once we get through this I have a room set up with cameras and ready for your first porn to be taped with me. That is if you are ready and serious about what you are asking me to help you do. If you remember 48 hours ago you said to make you a porn star let's do lots of videos as long as you get paid and make me a paid whore. Sell me to friends and all. Did I remember correctly? "
Me: I think I said something more like, I want to do porn, lots of porn, and even be sold for real and not just once, just make this all my part-time gig or something close to that.
Greg: Still do you see some similarities based on what he is saying?
I responded yes. I was struggling for control. As he spoke to me he was looking straight into my eyes. The whole time he was massaging my nipples through the sheer material of the babydoll. I was fighting to keep his rules of not doing anything but holding his cock. I swear my cum was pouring out of me all over his couch. The more he spoke and toyed with the nipple, the more I was flooded with conflicting wants and desires.
Greg: Good because we are going to do a short fun interview like that at the start. Right here on the couch.
He restarted the video. The husband answered the door and let him into the living room where his wife sat in a short dress, stockings, and a sheer top showing she had no bra on. She had five inches of heels I am sure of that. She had huge hoop earrings and garish makeup in my opinion. She looked nervous.
The guy sets up his camera to face her. Her hubby sits now right next to her in a very protective manner. His very first thing was to tell her hubby to not answer for her. That she needs to give all the answers herself with no help from him. He further told the hubby that he will get his chance to explain everything from his viewpoint. They both nod yes that they understood.
