"Life takes you to unexpected places and you meet unexpected people."
Through a series of bad decisions, Peter ends up owing money to Wesley, the sleazy owner of the local porn shop. Peter had no way of repaying his debt. Wesley deftly maneuvered him into agreeing to perform in porn movies as payment. This is how he met Kiera. Wesley had coerced her in the same way as Peter into making movies as payment for her husband's gambling debt.
An unusual bond began forming between Peter and Kiera. They were strangers, and Kiera was old enough to be Peter's mother. They knew nothing about each other besides their first names. But the forced situation of having sex gave them a sense of connection. Wesley's blunt demands on them to perform in various ways for the camera pushed them closer. They did not talk, but Wesley's verbal abuse, especially of Kiera, made them feel they were in this mess together.
They met twice more at the porn shop. Wesley filmed them having sex on the stained bed in the back room. Kiera had an orgasm on their second meeting. Afterward, while they were getting dressed, she told Peter it was the shape of his cock causing her orgasm. It was bent so that at a certain angle, his knob raked hard over her G-spot. She said the feeling was so intense. Peter felt proud that he could make the beautiful Kiera feel good. She was mature and so much more experienced than him. Wesley might coerce Peter and Kiera into sex, but it went easier each time they met.
Wesley called Peter the following week. This was before the internet and mobile phones. Peter shared a phone with his four roommates. Luckily, it was Peter answering the phone when Wesley called. Peter kept it a secret that he had gotten into trouble with Wesley, and what he did to get out of his debt - was even more secret. Wesley talked in his usual blunt and trivial way. He informed Peter they had to postpone one week because Kiera had her period.
Wesley surprised Peter when he called again a few days later. He told Peter there was a change of plan. They would make a movie that looked like an actual homemade amateur film. Kiera was picking up the camera at the shop and took it home to her place. Kiera and Peter were going to make a film of them having sex in her bed. Having the camera stationary was going to make the film a bit boring. But, Wesley said, it would add to the feeling of authenticity. Wesley gave him Kiera's address and told him to be there early the following afternoon.
Peter was apprehensive about going to Kiera's home. It was different from meeting in the porn shop. He looked up the address on a map and had no problems finding the place. It was a street with small two-storey houses. They looked shabby, like most of the homes in the poor town.
The doorbell was busted, so he knocked on the door. Kiera opened almost immediately like she had been waiting on the other side. She let him inside, and they stood facing each other. She looked as nervous as Peter. Even if he was nervous, he could not fail to notice how Kiera was dressed. She wore short athletics shorts that showed off her long legs. On top, she had a tank top with spaghetti straps and no bra. Her large boobs looked to break free of the flimsy top at any moment and screamed for attention. She saw him looking and smiled coyly.
"I'm really nervous. How about we have a glass of wine before we start?" she asked.
Peter did not have anything against it. He thought it was a good idea to calm his nerves. Soon, they were sitting on a worn couch in the living room, and Kiera handed him a glass of wine. She tucked her bare legs under her. Peter felt more self-conscious, sitting on the edge of the seat. He looked around. The room looked like every living room he knew. The furniture was worn and nondescript. A bookshelf was along one wall, with a large tube TV in the center. There were two armchairs facing the TV beside the couch.
"I never got to know how old you are," Kiera said.
"I am twenty, almost old enough to drink," he replied with a lopsided smile.
Kiera winced. "I am forty-two. That's more than twice your age. That's bad, isn't it?"
Peter didn't reply. Both sipped on their wine.
"Sorry about not having any beer. I don't keep it in the house. Bob will drink it all. It doesn't matter if it is one bottle or twenty." She raised her hand with her wedding band to indicate that Bob was her husband.
They drank mostly in silence. Kiera asked about Peter, and he told her that he was an apprentice plumber. Kiera said that she was a housewife and Bob was a fisherman. Peter said he hated fishing and was happy he became a plumber instead of a fisherman, like most of his friends. Kiera laughed at that.
Kiera loosened up towards the end of the glass of wine. Peter felt less self-conscious and sat back on the couch. He turned so he was facing Kiera while they talked.
"I don't know if you realized, but Wesley and I have known each other for a long time," Kiera said.
Small things Peter had noticed earlier began making sense. "I suspected there was something," he replied.
Kiera told Peter about Wesley. He had been a friend of Bob since high school. Bob had been a player, and Wesley had always been envious of him getting all the hot girls. The hottest one being Kiera.
"I look good now, but you should have seen me when I was twenty. I was hot!" Kiera crowed with a nostalgic expression.
Kiera told Peter that Wesley had never made it a secret that he wanted to fuck her. She said he was not too aggressive but would grope her if he got the chance and no one was around. It did not stop when they got engaged. He had even made lewd comments at her wedding reception. He told her he would love to take her outside in the garden where they could be alone. He wanted to fuck her in her wedding dress, standing against a tree. He thought it was hot if Bob had sloppy seconds on his wedding night.
Peter began to understand why Wesley was so trivial in his way of talking to Kiera. It was something that had been going on for a long while.
Kiera told Peter that Wesley had never given up. Luckily, they did not meet so often, so it was OK. She said to him that Wesley knew about Bob's gambling habits. She suspected that Wesley had purposely framed Bob to get leverage on Kiera. Wesley had not even bothered talking to Bob but had confronted Kiera instead. He had threatened her that he would evict them from their house unless she did as he demanded. He demanded sex from her, knowing very well that she did not have any money to pay him. He had also known that she would prefer to end up on the street rather than have sex with Wesley. Instead, he offered her to have sex with another guy while he filmed everything. They had argued nearly every day for weeks before Kiera relented.
She told Peter that she had not known anything about him before going to the porn shop for the first time. She had assumed Peter had been in on it with Wesley. Only later did she understand that he was in the same situation. She apologized for being so hostile to him the first time they had met.
She said it was at their second time together that she had understood that he was a decent guy. She put her hand on his thigh to emphasize her point when she told him she was grateful. She said he had made the whole thing much less difficult. Peter's heart leaped at her touch. They looked at each other. Peter felt something pass between them, like a shared understanding. He leaned forward, and so did she. They met in a kiss. Kiera's lips felt soft. Their lips parted, and it became a slow, deep kiss. She ran her fingers into the hair by his neck and pulled him closer. He shuddered from her gentle touch. He had the impression that she had discovered that his neck was sensitive. He cupped her boob in response. He knew she liked it.
"I think it is time to go upstairs," she said as they parted.
Peter felt apprehension as he followed her upstairs. She took him into a small bedroom occupied mainly by a large, unmade bed.
"Bob left this morning," Kiera explained. "Wesley was adamant that I should not make the bed. He said it added to the authenticity of being an amateur film."
She shook her head. "I don't know. I suspect the real reason is that he gets his rocks off from seeing me having sex with someone in the bed that I share with my husband."
She sounded bitter.
Peter put his hand on her bare shoulder. "We could refuse."
