Hi, I hope you're still with me. This is where things become a little murky. Cheers, Arch.
*****
10. BLURRED LINES...
"KEVIN!" My wife squealed. "Get out... I'm not decent! Please respect my privacy here!"
I balked. "Sorry, I didn't realize!"
Shit, I'd walked into her 'dressing room' (Barry's spare bedroom) unannounced to discuss her very first scene. I nearly tripped over my tongue when I glanced up to find her lying naked on the bed with her bum propped high on a pillow, knees up and spread whist Sally ripped wax strips from her reddened denuded sex. Barry was twirling his dastardly mustache and helpfully pointing out various pesky stray hairs while Matt was holding her hand in comfort and considerately tweaking her spiked nipples to divert attention from the pain of the Brazilian.
Sally glanced up at Iggy."Tissues please... she's soaking wet... might need a mop." They all chuckled as Iggy handed over the wad peering in to check out said spillage. Sally pulled Rebecca's nether lips apart and dabbed at the discharge.
I backed out quickly, blushing at my stupidity in failing to knock. But in my defense, the door was open! Shit!
In the first scene I was dressed in flannel pajamas and lying next to Becky in bed. We were both reading and she wore her cute designer specs. I had her scripted to sit with her knees raised toward the camera. This would give the prospective viewer's tantalizing glimpses up under the rucked up pink camisole and at her just freshly waxed labia. She purposely opened and closed her legs as if oblivious to the erotic display.
"So honey, have you ever considered the idea of me cuckolding you?"
The camera slowly panned across the bottom of the bed getting a nice wide angle of us siting side by side and assuredly a good amount of open pussy.
"Wha...!"
"Oh honey, you heard me and don't look so shocked. Would you like me to cuckold you? It's a hypothetical question."
The camera whirred quietly as it zoomed in on my face.
"Cuckolded?" I feigned confusion.
"Yes honey, and don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about. What if I were to take a lover, or lovers? How would you react? Would you stop loving me?"
"Is this like the plot in that bloody book?"
"No Kevin, it isn't, but I'm just throwing it out there. Like hypothetically."
"Just you saying that scares the shit out of me. The mere mention of you being with another guy makes me nauseous."
The camera backed away. "And cut!" Barry yelled on my behalf. "Hey that was great guys. Kev, should Beck be playin with her clit or fingerin herself as we pan past?"
"No, not yet! We stick to the script. This has to be a slow build. We want the audience hungry."
"Okay mate, you're in charge."
In the next scene, set in the kitchen, Beck was to inform her 'husband' that she had invited her co-worker over for a BBQ and a swim in the pool. She is dressed in a short frilly hemmed lacy baby-doll that barely covers her naked bum cheeks. She's wearing a bra, just visible beneath the sheer silk, and Kev is cooking their breakfast.
"So honey, I hope it's okay, but I've invited Mathew over for a BBQ on Saturday."
"You mean that new guy at work, that Mathew."
"Yes darling 'that' Mathew. He's a nice guy and he's new in town and feeling a little lost."
She has swayed over to the kitchen island bench as the camera follows her. She leans over to place her head in her hands; her bum is to the camera.
"He needs a friend and I thought it might be nice if he came over and we could make him feel welcome. What do you say sweetie?"
Rebecca is swaying her ass at the camera as per script. Her pussy would now be pouting tantalizingly between her thighs. The camera kept panning past and slowly zoomed on Kevin's face.
"Well I guess so. I mean it's a bit awkward and all."
"In what way honey? He's just a bit lonely and he's a nice guy. He works out you know, and he's really ripped and fit. I said we had a pool and told him to bring his trunks!"
"Well, that's exactly what I mean. Don't you think that's a bit awkward?"
"No, I won't leave him in the pool all alone. I mean I'll keep him company. I'll have to buy a new bikini though, that old thing I bought on our honeymoon is a bit frumpy."
"So, you want to buy a new bikini to impress this guy from work!"
"Silly man! A girl can't just wear any old rag! And besides I had my pussy waxed on Monday, so I can wear something really skimpy like maybe a thong bottom. That would look really sexy hey?"
"You had a wax!"
"Yeah, you know, everything low and around my bottom hole." She giggled. "I left a little bit of furry hair on my mound though. I like to look womanly when my man pulls my panties down to check me out before he fucks me."
"Show me!" (Kevin's face portrays bright eyed excitement)
"No way, you pervert. That's really secret and private!" (She spreads her legs wider as the camera pans back to take in the eroticism.) "So can you pick up some beer and steaks? I want it to be a special day for Mathew, okay sweet pie?"
The camera once again closes in on Kevin's horrified face.
"AND CUT!"
****
We had to fly and pick up the kids from playschool.
"So did I do okay honey?" My beautiful wife grinned at me from the passenger seat.
"You were amazing darling. You're such a beautiful and talented actress. And so sexy."
"Ooh, thank you sweetie. I'm so happy and horny right now. God I can't wait to climb onto Matty's cock when we get home. Did you see me showing off my puss to the camera!?"
"No, but I could imagine it. I can't wait to see the playback!"
"You're so naughty and such a perv. I'm going to ask Barry to ban you from the reviews. I really don't want to spoil you. If you aren't allowed to see me nude at home, then I think the same deal should apply at work. I think that's only fair baby."
I pouted and she giggled. "You know it's for your own good sweetie. It will be too painful for you to get excited all locked in that cage. So, yes, I'm sorry, but you won't get to see all the naughty bits." She appeared resolute and crossed her arms over her chest.
"But I'm the director! I'll have to watch Matt fuck you when we get to the good bits." Did I sound a tad desperate?
"Barry can direct the love scenes, but... I'll tell you what; if you go naked and wear your little penis cage in the scenes where your character's watching Matt and me fucking, then you can direct... okay?"
"But that will be really humiliating! The whole cast and crew will see me in the bloody thing!"
"Yes sweet pea, but just explain that it's a part of the culture, and that you're looking for that 'authenticity' you go on about so much."
Shit, this was fast becoming a nightmare! The cage was more a tube that attached to my scrotum via a tight ring. I mean, for god's sake, my balls would be swaying in the breeze like hanging fruit! I could just imagine the chuckles and finger pointing. And pretty Sally would see me too! God, she would be attending to my makeup, snipping the hairs off my balls with little tiny scissors and chuckling under her breath! Oh goodness...
EEEHHH...!!
I felt myself ejaculating in my pants as I tried to negotiate the peak afternoon traffic. My vision hazed and I almost rear ended a truck! Have you any fucking idea how painful it is to come when squeezed inside a plastic tube trying to negotiate the afternoon peak?
"Hey, be careful!" My wife looked at me curiously. "You just came in your pants didn't you, you naughty boy."
I shook my head in denial but I couldn't talk. I had no air in my lungs. She examined the spreading wet spot at my crotch.
"You bad little cucky! I'm going to have Mathew put you over his knee when we get home. That's just disgusting!" She excitedly clapped her bloody hands!
God, could this nightmare get any worse!
****
Evidently the answer was yes! I actually sobbed tears as he laid into my squirming naked bum. Of course I said there was no way I was subjecting myself to that fucker and the certain humiliation therein, just because my hot pretty wife said I 'needed to repent', (her words) but the promise of the withdrawal of my birthday presents for the next millennium was just too much to bear. Better just get it over with!
"Good cucky, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She hugged me close as I kind whimpered into her bosom. Okay, so I played it up a bit. "No more unauthorized ejaculations unless Mathew says so; okay?"
I nodded, still feigning my whimpering. Well it bloody did hurt. I marched away, head high and bum glowing and they both chuckled at my apparent distress.
Inside I was fizzing. There was something wrong with me.