I am the hardest drug you’ll ever find!
Perhaps it was curiosity. Perhaps it was the fact that the pandemic had devastated our income and as it lingered on I was starting to get desperate. Before lockdowns our wedding photography business had grown like crazy. Booked for literally years in advance, we were making a killing.
That all changed when the government started their restrictions. We’d tried to pivot but money was getting tighter by the day. Not only that, but bills were piling up with no way to pay them.
Months before the pandemic we’d bought ourselves a beach house. Now we were struggling to pay the bills.
Thinking quickly, I rented it out to a company that offered me top dollar.
Why?
They were a local adult company struggling to find venues where they could shoot without violating travel restrictions, and with everyone stuck at home, they had the opposite problem we did. Demand was skyrocketing.
They needed venues badly, and our beach house was an impressive location. They wanted it for a week, and the rental fee alone would pay for the house’s costs for months.
I said yes in a heartbeat. I just didn’t tell my wife.
What she didn’t know, wouldn’t hurt her.
And I suppose, there was a part of me that was curious about how an adult film shoot actually went. Would my favorite stars be there? Hmm, better not to tell my wife.
Or so I’d thought. Until my wife insisted we get out of the city and head to the beach house for the weekend.
I’d hoped to slip out and check on filming while my wife was at yoga on Saturday, but I guess plans change.
During the whole drive out to the house, I considered my options but said nothing. What was there to say? I’d let an adult film studio use our house and been paid a king’s ransom for the week. I just hoped the huge deposit in our account would offset the sheer shock of whatever we walked into.
I was wrong.
Clearly they’d used the garage to park, because pulling in, we couldn’t tell immediately that anything was amiss. As we walked through the front door, everything changed.
A male porn star was standing naked in our living room. On the floor before him was a fluffer, or at least I believe that’s the term they use. She was a comely, curvaceous woman; her brunette hair hung to her shoulders as she absentmindedly worked the male talent’s dick with her mouth and one hand, while she texted on her phone with the other. Her halter top had been pulled down to her waist and she had both breasts out — massive natural double-D’s that were clearly on display to encourage the male talent she was trying to keep hard.
I figured she was a fluffer because no cameras were rolling, she wasn’t made up like the stars I was used to seeing, and she was clearly not particularly invested in her performance. She had a job to do, but she certainly wasn’t going to let it distract her from her texting.
The sight was still enough to get me hard; my wife was less impressed.
“What the hell is going on here?” Kimberly shouted.
The talent and the fluffer carried on; clearly this wasn’t a first for them.
A sandy haired man in his thirties stuck his head out of the kitchen. He smiled as he saw us, in spite of my wife’s obvious bad mood.
“What can I do for you ma’am?” he asked as he entered the room.
“Ma’am?” My wife’s hand shook with rage, as she pointed at the couple in the living room. “There are two people having sex in my living room.”
“Oh that’s not sex, dear, she’s just warming up the equipment if you know what I mean.”
My wife stared at the actor, her eyes zeroing in on one of the most impressive dicks I had ever seen. She did a double take, then shook it off.
“Why are you in my house? And what’s with all the cameras?”
“We rented it for the weekend. And you need cameras to capture the action. Can’t sell what you can’t see.”
I’m pretty sure that’s where the shock wore off and my wife worked out what was really going on.
“We’d have started already but we’re still waiting on our female talent. Milly Melons is meant to be here, but it seems she got picked up for travelling too far during the pandemic. We’re just sorting things out now.”
“You’re shooting porn in my house?” My wife looked fit to burst.
“We sure are,” he replied. “Lovely place you have here. We were pretty clear about the property’s intended use when we paid the rental. We talked to Steve about it.”
I gulped. Busted.
“How much longer?” the fluffer called, looking up from her phone for the first time since we’d arrived.
“Less talking, more sucking, Natasha. We need Johnny ready when Milly arrives.”
My wife whirled around, and I held up my hands. “Look we needed to pay the bills and we never come here on the weekends, we’re always working. So I took the booking. It’s great money.”
“So that’s why you kept asking when I was going to be doing my yoga? You were going to sneak up here and watch them.”
It was pretty hard to deny, so I leaned into it.
“Supervise, dear. Just to make sure the property was looked after while the shoot occurred.”
“Like hell,” Kimberly fumed. “You can head to the beach and take a long walk, you perv. You’re not staying here with Milly Melons and Hayley Hoover over there.”
I tried to protest, but she pointed at the door. “Now!”
Slamming the door, I headed down to the beach. It wasn’t the weekend I’d planned, and to add salt to the wound, I was going to miss Milly Melons. The buxom blonde beauty had a body to die for. Her hooters were big enough to make any man hard.
I kicked a stone as I headed down the beach. As I walked, my mind replayed all the best scenes I’d watched with Milly since she’d started out. Doubtless I’d have to get this one soon. It would be fun knowing it was filmed in my house, but not nearly as much fun as watching it live.
I spent the best part of an hour wandering the beach, before I got bored and fed up. I was missing the opportunity of a lifetime, and my wife was already pissed. How much worse could it possibly get?
Not bold enough to use the front door, I made my way to the window. I could hear them before I saw them, and the moaning made my pants tent.
Leaning against the wall, I peered around the corner.
Johnny, the male talent was laying back on our good leather sofa, and Milly Melons had clearly arrived. She was facing Johnny, riding his massive member and enjoying herself immensely. Her blonde hair was shorter than in her last film, but bounced with her as she rode him for all she was worth.
I’d been hard since the moment we’d walked through the door, and now that I was enjoying a guilt free show, I decided it was time to enjoy it.
Pushing down my shorts, I took out my cock. At six inches I was a scratch over average but paled next to Johnny’s massive nine inches. It was a pleasure to watch him work.
Milly moaned and groaned like it was the first cock she’d ever had. Her ass had a great big red hand print on her right cheek. I chuckled as I stroked. Guess that was her reward for being late. A proper spanking.
“Oh yeah,” I grunted as I stroked in time to Milly’s moans. Enjoyable as the view of her back was, she wasn’t famous for her ass. I wanted a ticket to the main event.
Milly groaned as she rode hard, leaning forward and feeding Johnny a mouthful of those incredible tits. I hoped my wife was watching. She could learn a thing or two from Milly.
The sofa rocked in time with their motion, but neither of them seemed to notice as the couch teetered. Like true professionals they kept going until the entire sofa pitched backward.
There was a squeal as the two of them vanished from sight, but then the pounding resumed. Great slapping sounds as Johnny gave it to her.
“Johnny, put her over the lounge, you clown,” the producer called.
“It’s not me,” Johnny called back. “She can’t get enough of it, Chet. Talk about dick drunk.”
“Well take it out until she’s a good girl and bends over the couch, will you?”
“Hey!” a feminine voice called as Johnny did what he was told.
“If you liked that, you’re gonna enjoy what happens when I get behind you,” Johnny chuckled. “Now bend over the couch, before I give you another spanking.”
The blonde head popped back up as she hurried to comply, but as she turned to face the camera, my jaw dropped. My wife Kimberly clambered over the top of the lounge and wiggled her ass at Johnny.
“Come on stud, stick it back in me,” she pleaded.
My jaw almost hit the ground as my grip tightened. I wanted to shout for them to stop, but I didn’t want to give myself away. I was stuck between a rock and a hard cock.
Johnny couldn’t help himself. He leaned forward and spanked my wife, this time on her left cheek.
“Damn, look at that ass. I’m glad Milly cancelled, you’re a treat,” Johnny praised my wife as he spanked her ass.
Kimberly bit her lip as she took the spanking, moaning after each gentle smack.
“Please, fuck me Johnny,” my wife begged.
Johnny grinned as he grabbed her by the hips. “I love my job.”
Then he jammed that massive weapon back inside my wife. The look on her face was primal as he hammered into her.
“So deep,” she groaned as she took every inch.
“Good thing you sent hubby for a walk,” Johnny laughed as he railed my wife.
“I needed to take a closer look at that cock,” my wife panted. “Who knows, next time we might let him watch.”
I was already watching every moment of her bliss as my wife starred in her first film. Johnny was relentless, working my wife in long deep strokes that pushed her to the brink.
Then pushed her right over it.
“Ahhhh, I’m coming,” Kimberly cried out. “Harder. Please. Harder!”
Johnny obliged, and the sounds coming out of my wife were unlike anything I had ever heard. Her second orgasm broke my resistance and I came hard, blasting my load all over the window as my wife climaxed again.
I was racked with pleasure, jealousy and arousal all rolled into one furious cocktail as I came while being cuckolded by my wife for the first time. Her eager submission, Johnny’s latest conquest.
I was angry that I’d missed them start, but I suppose the one perk of where she’d chosen to cuck me was that I’d soon be watching it in glorious 4K resolution.
And so would everyone else I knew.
“That’s it Kimmy,” Johnny grunted. “Where do you want this?”
Kimmy? She hated when people called her that. I guess that didn’t apply to men with ten inch dicks. Her gusto made me wonder if this was the first time she’d ever had another man.
“In me,” my wife panted. “Fill me up.”
Johnny grinned like the lucky bastard he was as he buried his miraculous member deep inside Kimberly’s cheating pussy and pumped everything he had into my eager wife.
Unlike me, he didn’t simply unload it and head for the shower. Nope, Johnny gave her long deep strokes, pumping her to a third orgasm as he planted his seed deep in her womb.
I looked down at the window and the mess I’d left there. There was no cleaning that up. So I simply zipped up and headed for the beach. It was probably best my wife believed I’d been a good boy.
One of us had to behave.
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