Nancys Second Act Ch 03

(3 of 3)

Author's note: I don't know how the entertainment industry works. This story is for masturbatory purposes only.

Alan Aaron:

It's finally here, my new video-editing system. All in all it cost as much as my last car. But with my wife's contract renewal for the new season it was easily done. Nancy didn't complain about the expense. I think she's feeling guilty about all the time she spends at work. Her popularity on the show has led to more lines, more scenes. I hope she never finds out what I get up to on the nights she's away.

I'm not the only one making fakes of my wife. In the forums where I lurk I see the occasional collection of images where Nancy's face has been FotoFixed onto other women's bodies. I find it exciting to run across these in the wild though they tend to be inexpertly done. I mean, the simple fact that they cared enough to try and fake her makes me feel proud of my lady. Women of her age are seldom thought of as sex symbols.

I sometimes wonder how these guys would like my own creations. I've worked in film and television all my life so no surprise my fakes look true to life. Too true... if my fakes ever got out it would be scandalous. They would be proven false, eventually. But by then the damage would be done. So I keep them to myself. Now I have the capability to produce the deepest of fake videos. I cannot wait to try it out.

Recently I had a chance to make a video and didn't even have to fake it. Out of the blue, Nancy asked me if I wanted to put it in her butt. I couldn't believe my ears. I'd long fantasized about doing that with her but never dared to ask. Now after years of wedded bliss she was offering it like no big deal. I decided to press my luck and suggest we make a video of the event. To my utter amazement, she agreed.

The video itself is not great. She wouldn't let me use a high quality camera. I had to use a point-and-shoot in movie mode, aimed at the bed from the night table. You couldn't see much other than part of her naked body. But boy could you sure hear a lot. It took me half an hour to get into her tight ass and she was grunting and groaning the whole time. I love listening to it and reliving that magical evening, over and over again.

*****

Nancy Aaron:

Buffy applied the airbrush with a practiced hand and a steady stream of conversation. Nancy relaxed in the chair, eyes closed, legs crossed.

"We're usually trying to mask a woman's flaws, of course. Not that you have any, dear."

On this small budget operation, Buffy took care of everything from hair and makeup to wardrobe and catering. Sometimes she acted as a fluffer, keeping the actors 'up' between money shots. Occasionally she talked a nervous actress into going through with it... or not.

"Paulie wants to go the other way, draw attention to your age. LA is swarming with MILFs. A hot GILF doesn't come along every day."

Paulie was Buffy's husband and the director of the production. He looked like Nancy expected a pornographer to look. But he was well-recommended and she found him personable and his wife as well, so had no qualms about putting herself in their hands.

"Just from the neck up, though. He wants to show your body in its best light. I'm sure you do too. I picked some things for you to wear that will cover up the unsightly bits. Not that you have any, dear."

The picked things were a pair of high-waisted crotchless pantyhose, navy blue, and a matching demi bra that kept her from jiggling excessively. It was a dramatic look, alluring, and contrasted with her pepper-gray wig and makeup-lined face. Even the face was attractive in its own way, Nancy thought, noble and haughty, mysterious. She slipped into the cocktail dress and espadrilles and walked out on the set.

Her co-stars for the scene, Tia and Jamie, looked young, too young. But they were both in their mid-twenties, each possessing that youthful quality that let them play teenagers on TV. They assured her they had history in R- and X-rated cinema. Still, Nancy felt like a cradle robber for what she was about to do with them.

Jamie had a surfer's good looks and Nancy thought he would be the center of attention, that she and Tia would be doing things to him. This was not the case. Paulie explained that she, Nancy, would be the one in the middle, that she would be making love with both man and woman. Nancy had to think about that. It was one thing for her to have sex with a woman. It was another thing to do it on camera.

'What if someone who knew me were to see it?' She asked herself. 'Would it be worse than seeing me having sex with a man, a man other than my husband?'

She took a hard look in the mirror, trying to recognize herself in the reflection. 'If I was too ashamed to be seen with a woman, shouldn't I be too ashamed to be seen with a man? Isn't the simple fact of my doing porn the most shameful thing of it all?'

No one she knew was supposed to recognize her. Her participation depended on that. So what did it matter if anyone saw her eating a pussy?

'In fact,' she thought, 'Eating a pussy is kind of like me sticking it to the world. I can do this if I want and I don't need anyone's permission or approval.'

Nancy languidly disrobed before her two co-stars, three cameras and a dozen crew members. Her first impulse was to ignore the onlookers, discipline herself to perform despite them. Tia and Jamie suckled at her breasts, her nipples poking out over the top of the demi bra. She hesitated for a moment, then cradled their heads and smiled proudly for her audience.

'This is my toughest role to date. Playing someone I could never be in real life. Doing things that might humble another actor. All unscripted... unrehearsed... ex tempore.'

The watching eyes and whirring cameras weren't there to oppress her. They were there to appreciate her performance and to share it with the world. Nancy tried to add meaning to every motion as she stretched out on the bed, her lips engulfing Jamie's privates, Tia's tongue exploring hers.

'A million people might watch this scene. How many would want to be with me? How many would want to BE me?'

Paulie gave direction and she switched places between them. Tia spread her young thighs and Nancy lovingly planted her face between them. Jamie pulled her by the hips to a kneeling position and deftly rolled on a condom. She moaned into Tia's wet snatch as the young man pushed into her from behind.

'Is this believable? Will they think I have genuine feelings for these delightful young thespians? Or will they perceive me as a warm body, nothing special and easily replaced?'

She laughed at the absurdity as Tia draped an ankle over her neck and began grinding into her face. Jamie groaned as he pounded into Nancy from behind, smashing her face into Tia's gash with every stroke. They'd believe. They'd want to believe. They'd wish they were in the room, watching Tia shiver and squirm in ecstasy, hearing Jamie grunt and curse as he slammed into Nancy's pussy one more time.

'They'll believe,' Nancy told herself as she looked back at the main camera with kohl-lined eyes, a hint of smile on her lips. 'I'll make them believe.'

*****

Judith Wasser:

The video on Nancy's laptop reached the twenty minute mark and started over. I was trying to listen to my friend talking but I could hardly take my eyes off the screen. Nancy watched as well with detached interest.

"I think it turned out really good," she said.

"Yeah," I agreed, "Classy, like you said."

This was our third watching and I found that knowing what would happen did not in the least dampen my enthusiasm for it.

"John says it tested well," she said, "So well they want to develop it into a feature film."

That got my attention. "A feature film? What would that entail?"

Nancy hemmed a bit. "Oh, you know, there would be some scripted scenes, some kind of story line. A voice actor would dub my lines."

"That doesn't sound so bad," I said and let my eyes drift back to the screen.

"And I, ah, would have to do another sex scene. Maybe two."

I should have stopped her. I should have told her 'No'. But at that moment, all I could think was 'More!' I wanted more of her naked and wet and doing the things she was doing on the screen.

"Was it your idea... to go gay on camera like that?"

Nancy laughed and gave me a pained look. "It was not, no. But girl-on-girl is apparently a very popular variety of porn. And, as you know, a little birdie told the producer I would be into it. Two birdies, in fact."

"What was it like, you know, doing that?"

Nancy grinned shyly and bobbed her head from side to side. "It was... not bad. The first time I was high as a kite and, ah, kind of taken by surprise. After doing it once it wasn't hard to get into it a second time."

Without thinking, I leaned forward and kissed her lips. For a moment I thought she was going to kiss me back. But she pulled away and glared at me with hurt eyes.

"You too, Judy?"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I stammered. I went to put my hands on her knees to assuage her, then caught myself and clasped them together instead in supplication.

Nancy's face softened and she took my hands in hers. "I'm sorry, Judy. You didn't deserve that. It's just... everybody wants something from me lately."

Unable to stop myself, I kept apologizing. "I'm sorry, Nancy. Please forgive me."

Nancy laughed and kissed my fingertips. "I forgive you already. Listen, we've been friends a long time. I don't want to do anything to spoil that. Would it be all right if we just spooned for a little while?"

I felt like shaking myself in case I was dreaming. "Yeah, that would be great."

I stretched out on the couch and propped myself up on the cushions. Nancy went to the laptop and stopped the video, closed the screen. That was disappointing. But who needs a video when I have the real thing sitting down on the couch beside me, lying down in the hollow of my shoulder? The scent of her hair filled my nostrils. My hand came to rest on her stomach, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

****

Nancy Aaron:

She felt small sitting between Carlo and Dan. They were stuntmen and built like professional athletes. She might have found them intimidating if she didn't know them so well. They worked on her prime time show and had never been anything but friendly and respectful to her. That was a big part of her agreeing to do this particular scene.

"You ready for this, Miss Nancy?" Asked Carlo.

She felt naked under her bathrobe. She was naked under her bathrobe except for her platform heels.

"Call me, Sherry. I'm supposed to be incognito, remember?"

"Sure thing... Sherry," he replied with a laugh.

For this scene Paulie wanted her naked and vulnerable and for her body to show its age. It would exemplify her loss of control. She didn't need to do thing special, sexually, just let these two studs use her like a fuck toy. She was a little scared but also excited.

"You boys are going to be gentle with me, aren't you?"

Carlo gave her a brotherly hug. "It has to look rough, you know. But we'll take good care of you."

She leaned on his shoulder and extended her legs onto Dan's lap, who ran his hands down them possessively.

"You've done anal before, right?" Asked Dan.

"Sure, lots of times."

She had done it once. She let her husband be the first. He deserved that much, at least.

Dan didn't acknowledge her reply, just ran his hand under her robe and grazed her womanhood with a fingertip.

Paulie clapped his hands for attention. "Okay, you three. Don't get started until the cameras are rolling."

The crew began getting into place. Nancy rose and doffed her robe, proudly showing herself to anyone who cared. Carlo and Dan stood as well and waited for the cue.

As the cameras looked on, the two men took turns french kissing her and mauling her with their hands while she hurriedly undressed them. It thrilled her to put her hands on their hard bodies, feel their bulging crotches, to be shoved back and forth between them. It thrilled her but it scared her too and the fear on her tarted-up face was not entirely an act.

They switched back and forth in her mouth and pussy, changing positions at the director's instruction, pausing frequently for closeups. The guys seemed to take delight in tormenting her, slapping her on the face and ass with their big condom-wrapped cocks, pinching and twisting her nipples, spanking her when it was time for them to trade places in her plundered holes.

Paulie let them take a break before the coup de grace. Nancy visited the restroom one more time to make sure the coast was clear. When she came back on set, Buffy had taken her place between them on the sofa, casually stroking them to keep them hard. They had big dicks, bigger than Alan's. Her courage faltered in that moment, or maybe her common sense rose to the occasion. Whatever it was, she tamped it down.

She tried to focus on sucking Carlo's cock while Dan spread her cheeks for the camera to get a good look. Fear gripped her breast as she felt his lubed-up manhood pressing against her back door. He pushed and she felt it stretching her apart. Reflexively she moved away from him but he pulled her back by her hips and redoubled his effort.

"Uh, no..." she moaned in protest.

Carlo got a grip on her wig and forced himself back in her mouth. She reached back to try and push Dan away but he disregarded her gestures and muffled complaints. He took her wrist and twisted it behind her back while he kept pushing into her, relentlessly, inch by inch.

'Why is this happening?' She wondered over her rising panic. 'Clearly I'm in distress. Why don't they stop? Why doesn't Paulie make them stop?'

It occurred to her then that this is what the cameras wanted. They wanted to see her used and hurting, to see the semblance of r*pe, if not the real thing. Somewhere in her mind, she found the resolve to give them what they wanted.

Paulie did call for a pause when Dan was all the way inside her. He asked how she was doing. It still hurt but she was starting to get a handle on it. She took a few long breaths while the photographer captured every angle and said finally that she was okay.

Dan started to move inside her. She went back to sucking Carlo's dick and tried to think sexy thoughts in hope they would ease her discomfort. She did feel sexy, in a way. Not so much physically but situationally. An old woman taken in mouth and ass by two brutish men. This was going to be the climax, for lack of a better word, of the whole movie. Thousands of men were going to pleasure themselves to this scene, over and over.

Paulie told Dan to sit back and pull her down on his lap. It was a clumsy maneuver and she cringed as his cock re-entered her at an odd angle. Her hands and feet scrambled for leverage to slow the pace of her impalement while his hands dragged her down by her hips.

When he finished inside her she rolled off of him and lay on her side, breathing heavily. She didn't have much of a respite, though, as Carlo rolled her on her back and took her ass missionary style, pushing her knees to her heaving chest. She had neither the strength nor energy to resist him so she lay under him defeated, trying not to look at the camera while he happily sodomized her.

Paulie wanted to see her from behind so Carlo pulled her limp body up and had her straddle him cowgirl style. Nancy found the energy to take charge of the renewed assault, finding the angle and pace that would be the least painful for her. She bounced in Carlo's lap until he too came in her ass. The cameras drank it in from three different angles.

Buffy came to where Nancy lay stunned and discarded on the couch. She had her sit up and helped her on with the robe. Nancy sat there a while, waiting for the promised cup of coffee, leaning on the arm of the couch to avoid putting weight on her tender ass. She wanted to wait until the crew had dispersed, afraid she would be walking with a limp and not wanting anyone to see her that way.

Carlo and Dan came back to hug her and thank her for doing the scene with them. They were in their street clothes now, feeling good and not a care in the world. Nancy somehow managed to thank them for taking such good care of her. She thought about her husband and how long she would have to keep him out of her panties while she recovered.

'It's for the best,' she told herself. Then she wondered how soon she could see the raw footage.

*****

Alan Aaron:

This may be my last entry. There's been a development in my life and I am not sure what to do about it.

The day started off with great news. My script was picked up by Thunderhead Studios and fast-tracked for a fall release. John Tilton agreed to direct. It's almost certain to be a success. Even better was that my own dear wife was cast in the starring role. My own sweet, innocent wife playing the role I based on her, an actress who finds success while staying true to her morals. Ha! The jokes write themselves.

I was thinking of how we might celebrate, something special. Nancy was doing a live bit for the shopping channel that day, debuting her new clothing line. There was a package for me in today's mail. Careless; this one should have gone to my post office box. It was a new video titled "Bad Grandma" and the actress on the cover was quite a dish. I figured I had time and popped it in the machine.

The video was hot and rather well done. I fast forwarded through the dialogue and previewed the sex scenes as a bitchy CEO seduced the employees of her company, two at a time, in increasingly messy episodes. I remember thinking that the actress, Sherry Lynn was her name, would be an excellent model for faking my wife. She looked older than Nancy in the face but otherwise they could be body doubles.

I remember becoming seriously aroused watching her. She really did remind me of Nancy. She had the same breasts, the same hips, the same long legs. I thought it must be my imagination but she seemed to have the same mannerisms as my wife, the way she acted when she was being seductive, the way she posed when she was showing off her chest or ass. I thought it must be my imagination. But what if it wasn't?

I paused the video and zoomed in on the woman's face. I called up pictures of my wife on the other monitor. Hair and makeup can change a person's entire look. But there are some things makeup can't cover. I began studying the woman's nose and chin and ears. I compared their backs and hips and knees. There was nothing I could find to disprove my hypothesis.

Then I saw it, the wedding ring. I zoomed in on her left hand, the hand cupping another man's jewels. It was a distinctive ring I put on that hand all those years ago. A custom design, one of a kind like our love. The color drained out of my life. I sat back in silence and stared at the blurry image.

I hear her car pulling into the garage. The kitchen door opens and closes. Her purse falls heavily on the counter. Heels click on the stairs. She's calling my name.