Multiversal Cheaters, Hotwives and Cuckolds - Chapter 23

Chapter 23: Being a Superhero? In This Economy?!

Fandom: Spiderman

Tags: Porn, Consensual Infidelity, BBC, Interracial

After another long day of being everyone’s friendly, neighbourhood Spiderman, Pete stealthily slipped into his home in Queens through the upstairs attic window - his favourite and the safest of the ingress points of his childhood home. 

Not only was the window facing the rear of the house, several tall trees both in his backyard and the neighbour’s blocked any direct line-of-sight and allowed him to return home unnoticed, even when he used to wear his colourfully loud blue and red suit.

Closing the window behind him silently, Pete crawled along the ceiling like the spider he was, his mask retracting into his suit and revealing his handsome, grinning, bearded face and sparkling, mischievous eyes.

No matter how old he got, Pete would never get over scaring the bejesus out of his wife.

Immature? Of course, but don’t judge me until you see MJ’s glorious tits bouncing all over the place yourselves, heathens…

Unsure who exactly he was justifying his childish antics to, Pete shook his head and crawled down to the first story of Aunt May’s old home to find MJ sitting on the couch, her feet up on the ottoman and her laptop resting on her lap.

Pete silently admired his wife’s sexy form from his vantage point directly above her. Dressed only in one of his oversized - for her - Mets tees and a pair of thick, orange woollen socks it was apparent that she was completely naked underneath, her hard nipples poking through the thin material.

Is she even wearing panties? Probably, unfortunately. No way she’ll risk dirtying the couch…

Either way, he couldn’t wait to find out.

Looking at the screen of the laptop, Pete felt himself harden in his suit when he realised what she was watching. The video, one they’d filmed last month, featured MJ’s beautiful face prominently, her lips spread wide as she throated his cock. The entire fifty minute blowjob scene - an epic demonstration of his monstrous willpower, by the way - was shot from his point-of-view, an experiment to see if VR porn would be popular.

It had been a challenging experiment to shoot with just the two of them, but it had proven to be a lucrative one. They’d priced it higher than her regular videos, almost double, and had sold almost as many as her usual fare.

The question of whether MJ was wearing anything underneath the tee was answered when she pulled up the hem and revealed a cotton thong, the patch of fabric over her crotch damp with her excitement. Pete bit his lip to stop the excited giggle from slipping out - his wife was never as vulnerable as when she started to masturbate.

This is gonna be epic…

Giving himself a good few minutes to admire her gorgeous body writhing in pleasure, her fingers dancing over her glistening labia, Pete finally decided to make his presence known.

Attaching a bit of web to the timber ceiling joist, Pete slowly lowered himself down until he was directly behind his masturbating wife, his lips inches from her ear.

‘What’re you doing?!’

Her reaction was, predictably, priceless. She shrieked, launching her laptop across the room and swinging around, ready to instinctually deliver a roundhouse kick - with perfect form, he was proud to note. If he didn’t have the boosted reflexes offered to him by his spidery superpowers, Pete no doubt would have had to endure being turned into a two-hundred pound boxing bag - with the way he hung, he genuinely made a pretty handsome one, even if he said so himself.

Clinging to his web with his feet alone, he shot out another string to catch her laptop midair while his other arm caught a long, pale, viscous leg before it could clock him in the side of the head. Yanking the laptop back onto the couch safely, he pulled his shaking wife into a disarming embrace, both of them now hanging upside down now, her body held tightly against his. He could feel her heart racing as adrenaline coursed through her system, and he only felt a little bad.

‘I hate it when you do that!’

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologised, trying to sound as sincere as possible and failing spectacularly, his voice shaking with mirth. His arms still wrapped around her body, he, not for the first time, wished his identity wasn’t a secret. He had so many cool ideas for videos they could do using his powers.

Alas… he loved his wife and didn’t want to risk the whack jobs that declared him their enemies coming after her.

Peppering her face with kisses, he held her tight until she calmed down and melted into his embrace. When she had, he lowered them to the floor and he loomed over her, rubbing his hard crotch against her damp slit. ‘How’s my little porn star?’

MJ groaned, her face red as a result of hanging upside down and her embarrassment both. ‘Stop calling me that…’

‘Stop getting insanely turned on from me calling you that…’

His sexy wife bit her lip in an attempt to mask her smile, but only succeeded in making herself look even more gorgeous, and naughty in his eyes. 

It wasn’t a husband’s bias to say MJ was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever met - and he’d met a whole lot in his time as a superhero. A talented actress, she had a beauty that wouldn’t look out of place on the red carpet, and the bonafides to match. Her skin was pale with just a dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks, her hair long, voluminous and a dark red, and her eyes an almost unnatural shade of sparkling green.

Don’t even get him started on her voluptuous body, especially when her breasts were currently pressed against his chest.

‘I can’t…’ she pouted cutely, finally calming down and getting over her surprise and anger. Calling her his little porn star never failed to get her motor going, even when her body was still in fight or flight mode.

‘What got you so worked up?’ he asked, trapping her under his heavy frame and planting kisses along the side of her neck. ‘Reading the comments again?’

His wife mewled and hummed in the affirmative, wrapping her arms and legs around him to pull his body tighter against hers. ‘Something like that,’ she admitted, nuzzling him like a kitten. ‘They made me really angry tonight, so I started watching videos to take my mind off it…’

Pete pulled back, his eyebrows disappearing into his hairline as he gazed down into his flush wife’s eyes. ‘They were mean to you? Just ban them and revoke access, move on…’

MJ flushed deeper and averted her gaze, an annoyed look crossing her beautiful features. ‘Not me, you.’


It took him a second to get what she was referring to, but when understanding finally dawned as his wife continued avoiding his gaze, he grinned sardonically.

‘MJ, it’s fine, you don’t need to get angry on my behalf.’

He’d seen the comments she was likely referring to and getting worked up over, but hadn’t let it affect him. Pete obviously wasn’t hung like a porn star, just like he imagined most of MJ’s subscribers and fans weren’t. It was also hard to feel self-conscious when one of the most talented and beautiful women he’d ever met had agreed to marry him.

MJ returned her gaze to his, her beautiful emerald eyes fiery and impassioned. ‘You’re my husband, if anyone insults you, they’re insulting me.’

Pete’s grin turned wicked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ‘Annoyed my little dick is reflecting poorly on you?’

She puffed up in annoyance and, honestly, it just made him love her more. In all seriousness, Pete was perfectly average in that department. A touch over five inches and girthy enough to give his girl’s jaw a good workout.

In the realm of porn stars though? He may as hell be tiny.

‘It’s gross!’ She raged, working herself up into a frenzy. ‘They think they can say mean things about your body without any repercussions, like they have a right to dictate who I love and choose to be with. As much as I enjoy… doing this, that’s the worst part, without question. Catering to the whims of absolute garbage like them…’

Angry MJ is the best MJ, holy smokes…

Pete could only shrug. ‘MJ, this is porn, not the real world. You’re a porn star now. There’s a reason why hung like a porn star is a saying.’

She flushed, like she always did when he accurately described her new profession. She hadn’t quite gotten used to and embraced her new lifestyle, but reminding her always got her horny and excited her - so he did. Constantly.

‘But it’s not right.’

Again, he shrugged. ‘It doesn’t bother me, truly. Don’t let it bother you. You’re making porn, MJ, compared to other male stars, I am small. There’s a certain expectation that comes with this field of work - we knew that going in, capitalised on it, even. I’ve never seen a porn star as beautiful or talented as you - your peers must hate your guts.’

He wasn’t just fluffing his wife up either. MJ was an actress by trade before getting into porn, with looks to match. Watching her content was like watching nude scenes in Hollywood productions - his videographical skills certainly helping on that front - except where the latest starlet would generally keep things softcore… MJ - gloriously - didn’t.

Unfortunately, his speech worked to calm his wife down. While MJ never had a side of herself that was unattractive, her angry and impassioned side was definitely his favourite. ‘That’s not all,’ she whispered, flushing deeper and wiggling out from beneath him to fetch her laptop. Sitting on the floor with his back against the bulky couch, MJ returned and plopped down beside him, her laptop on both of their laps as she navigated her way to her DMs.

MJ’s followers were split into several tiers. Those that were just free subscribers that followed mostly to see the teaser clips and SFW pictures on her feed, those that bought her PPVs, and those that both bought her PPVs and donated on top of that, hoping to dictate the direction of her future content with no promises on his and MJ’s end.

They’d opted to not go with a subscription model, like so many of MJ’s colleagues on the website, that way they wouldn’t be pressured into keeping up a schedule of uploads - especially given their busy lives. His, more than hers, at the moment.

The donor class - as MJ jokingly referred to them - would often make requests for MJ to roleplay as specific fictional characters, or to perform certain acts on camera. MJ’s roleplay was hugely popular, especially given her incredible acting ability that set her apart from her wooden, untalented peers.

That was her edge, her cheat. MJ brought all the beauty and talent of Hollywood, with none of the cheese or cringe of the competition.

When MJ posted a video that boasted her fucking her step-brother, she sold it with her performance, bringing an already sexy if overplayed idea to a whole new level.

Apparently, her fans weren’t satisfied with his dick being the one to fuck her in these videos anymore. It was one thing to shrug off the comments from the dregs, it was quite another to shrug off the ones from fans who often left thousands of dollars in donations. 

The DMs were more polite, sure, but they still requested MJ start taking bigger dicks. They didn’t just ask though, they asked, and they donated, as if the donation itself would ease the blow of the disrespectful request and make it more likely to happen.

I mean…they’re not wrong…

‘That’s… a lot of zeroes.’

‘Doesn’t it make you mad?!’

Instead of answering, Pete grabbed the laptop and put it aside before cupping the side of his wife’s face and pulling her into a passionate kiss. The rest of her anger melted away and Pete pulled MJ into his lap so she could straddle him, her palms on his chest as their tongues duelled, and their crotches ground together.

He wanted nothing more than to tear his suit off and pound MJ right there on the floor, but before he did, he had to get something off his chest. Pulling away, he stared deep into his wife’s eyes, their breaths coming out in deep, ragged pants as their libidos threatened to take them away into another night of steamy, passionate fucking.

‘I’m surprised it’s taken this long, to be honest…’

Seeing MJ’s shock, he mentally grinned, wondering how she’d react to what he would say next.

‘MJ, we do porn now. Porn is about catering to people’s fantasies, and in most people’s fantasies, even ones starring themselves, the man is never averagely endowed. People want to see you taking a huge dick, they want to see your perfect little pussy stretched wide around a monster.’

Despite getting angry and defensive on his behalf, it was obvious his words were having an effect on his already turned-on wife. Draping her arms over his shoulders, she pressed her forehead against his and whispered her reply, her voice cracking with her desire.

‘W-what are you saying?’

He didn’t answer directly, not yet. ‘I always knew this day was coming, honey. I’m okay with it. I’ve watched your sex scenes on stage before, this isn’t that much different.’

MJ flushed her deepest crimson yet - he loved how much his fiery wife wore her emotions on her sleeve. That play he was referencing had been a spicy one, where MJ had played the mistress of a powerful hedge-fund manager. Unlike her Hollywood peers, a sex scene in a Broadway production was often far more intimate and explicit provided the director didn’t decide to depict the scene artistically.

There was nothing artistic about the scene in question though. In front of thousands of people, MJ and her male co-star had been completely naked and grinding against each other on stage. Though she hadn’t been penetrated, her male co-star had thrust his naked, hard cock against her core over and over again - sometimes, it had grinded against her clit, other times it had slipped between her cheeks, but each time, his wife had come home and attacked him in a fit of sexual frenzy.

The play had been a niche success and had only lasted for two weeks, but that had been two weeks in which his wife was graphically simulating sex scenes with another man on stage in front of a live audience, and while they hadn’t actually fucked, his large hands had groped her heavy, hanging tits to his heart’s content, his lips kissing all over her body.

Pete had been there to watch every single performance, sometimes hidden in the rafters in his suit, other times as part of the silent, enraptured live audience.

MJ hadn’t been the only one wildly turned on by her performances. Not only were the audience shifting uncomfortably in their seats, but Pete often had to go back on patrol afterwards with the most awkward boner ever.

Bringing up that play always spiked his wife’s libido. Her co-star had been a handsome one too, a star of Broadway.

They’d dined on those few weeks for months afterwards, heck, they still used it as fuel for their fantasies to this day.

MJ bit her lip, her core grinding against him. He could feel her wetness through her panties and his suit. ‘I’m…not sure.’

‘Whatever you decide, I’ll support you one hundred percent,’ he told her, staring deep into her eyes. ‘I’m not going to hold this against you, I’m not going to get mad, or resent you. We’re husband and wife, partners, we love each other, this is just sex. It’s just work.’

His words were having a visible effect as MJ continued grinding and biting her lip, her cheeks flushing deeper. She pulled away from his forehead and buried her face in the crook of his neck, her voice coming out in a muffled squeal. ‘I can’t believe we’re actually considering this!’

Pete chuckled and started rubbing comforting circles against her back. ‘I gotta admit, this wasn’t where I saw our life going when we exchanged our vows, but when life gives you lemons…’ grinning, he slipped his hands in between their bodies and cupped his wife’s heavy breasts, the thin material hardly a barrier between his flesh and hers. ‘And it really gave you the best lemons, or maybe melons is more accurate -’

Pete yelped and laughed as MJ flung herself back and started smacking him upside the head, her lips spread in a wide smile as she assaulted him.

After she calmed, or rather, after Pete had gripped her wrists and forced MJ to stare into his eyes, he continued.

‘Don’t hold yourself back on my account, honey, no matter what, I’ll always love you.’ Her eyes glistened and her lips trembled at his heartfelt words. ‘I know you don’t like admitting it, but you really enjoy making porn. If you’re interested in taking the next step, not only will I support you all the way, but I’ll make sure you look perfect doing it.’

She didn’t answer, not verbally, but her face was closer in shade to a firetruck than its typical pale hue. 

‘That…that really is a lot of zeroes…’ she buried her face in her hands and squealed, half in embarrassed disbelief and half in frustration. ‘How will this even work? Do we have to hold auditions?!’

Pete wrapped his arms around his wife and pulled her close, rubbing comforting circles on her back again. ‘Don’t worry about any of that, honey.’ He paused, waiting for MJ’s body to relax and melt against his powerful frame. ‘Do you trust me?’

He felt her nod against his shoulder. ‘Of course, dummy.’

‘I think I already know someone who’ll be perfect.’

MJ pulled back and stared deep into his eyes. It was clear she had hundreds of questions swirling around in her mind, but instead of asking them, she slowly nodded, trusting her husband. Biting her lip, she instead slipped further down his body, taking the pants of his suit down with her. When his hard cock sprang free, she nuzzled it with the side of her face and purred, his precum leaving glistening trails against her perfect, pale skin.

‘Looks like I’m not the only one who might be enjoying this…’

Before he could answer with one of his quippy, snappy comebacks, his wife swallowed his entire five and a half inches whole, her lips pressed against his groin and her eyes smouldering and staring directly into his own.

‘Fuuuuuuuck,’ he groaned, his head thudding back against the frame of the couch. MJ’s amused giggle sent jolts of pleasure from his cock through the rest of his body, and he could only groan in bliss, his hands threading themselves in her deep, crimson locks. Pete hadn’t realised how turned on he’d been, but after only a couple of minutes under his wife’s tender oral efforts, he was ready to spill into her eager mouth.

She willfully ignored his warnings that he was close, never breaking eye-contact as she tried to suck the life out of him through his engorged member. He came, violently, his entire body shaking as his vision was filled with exploding white starbursts. 

When his senses slowly returned to him, his wife was once again sitting in his lap with a naughty smile on her lips. Opening her mouth, she showed him how much he came and he couldn’t help but groan as she swallowed it all in front of him.

‘Holy hell, I love you so much,’ he all-but slurred in his post orgasmic bliss. 

Licking up a stray dribble of his cum from the corner of her lips, her naughty smile turned radiant. ‘I love you too, Tiger.’

She collapsed against his chest, her crotch once more grinding against his as she tried to work him back up into a state of readiness. Their lips met, and he ignored the salty aftertaste of his own release just as MJ ignored her own after he went down on her.

In a natural break during his recovery period, in between kisses, MJ rested her forehead against his and shook her head in disbelief.

‘This is all so horribly one-sided…’

Pete sighed and nuzzled the side of her face. ‘I told you babe, I’m okay with it.’

MJ pulled away, her eyes narrowed and scrutinising him shrewdly. ‘I’m not sure you are…’ before he could reply, she silenced him by removing his Mets tee, the hem catching the nipples of her heavy tits, lifting them and causing them to flop and jiggle on her chest when they fell. Any possibility that he could form a coherent thought had been cruelly robbed from him as he stared at her world-class chest in stupefied silence. It wasn’t until MJ giggled at the no-doubt ridiculous look on his face that the spider-webs cleared from his mind. ‘Oh, you’re back? She teased. ‘As I was saying, I don’t think you are, not really. But I’m gonna spend the rest of my life making sure you will be…’

Then she buried his face in her soft, incredible, pillowy tits and Pete was in heaven.

He’d lived a relatively short life filled with one tragedy after another, but in that moment, he only had one thing on his mind.

Life is pretty freaking great!

-

The community of superheroes working out of New York City is a pretty exclusive one, and Pete was either friends, or on friendly terms, with most of them. With Matt often busy with his legal practice, and Jen likewise with her firm, the one Pete spent the most time with was Luke Cage.

The two would often meet at least once a week to catch a game at their favourite watering hole. Both of them being crazy about sports, the fact that they supported the same baseball, basketball and football teams only cemented their friendship.

That night, both Luke and Pete were watching a Mets game while seated in a booth in the back corner of the bar. Privacy hadn’t been Pete’s goal, but when they’d shown up and found the bar flooded due to a birthday party, he chose not to question the serendipitous occurrence.

Luke - known as Power Man by the residents of Harlem and beyond - was a hulking specimen of masculinity. He’d been huge even before the unfortunate incident that gave him his superpowers, and while he hadn’t grown since, the superhuman strength and impenetrable body he’d inherited now suited his bulky, towering physique to a T.

He was the perfect choice to be MJ’s co-star, but not just because of his physique.

Pete had seen him in the showers after one of their workouts. He remembered briefly thinking the man had sprouted a third leg before looking away in embarrassment, not wanting to be caught staring.

During the seventh-inning stretch, Pete decided to just go for it, easing into the strange topic of conversation in a round-about way.

Because as much as they needed a co-star for MJ, Pete knew Luke needed the money even more.

‘How’re the kids, buddy?’

Pete ignored the subtle, annoyed side-eye his friend sent him. The man often kept his cards close to his chest, and was generally pretty stoic, but he knew just what to look for to know whether he’d hit on a sore subject.

His kids, and his ex-wife, was one of said topics.

‘Dunno,’ he finally answered, his deep voice rumbling and reverberating like an overcharged subwoofer. ‘Reva still won’t let me see them, not until I give up, err, my other job.’

They were relatively secluded, but both Pete and Luke were pretty skittish about coming out and talking about their alter-egos in public, even if the chance of being overheard was minimal.

Pete nodded slowly, his heart going out to his friend. Luke’s ex had left him and taken their children when his vigilante justice had blown back spectacularly and almost gotten them all killed. Pete understood her reaction, but that didn’t mean he supported it.

He thanked his lucky stars every day for having found someone as supportive and in-his-corner as MJ. Though, in Reva’s defence, Pete didn’t think they’d have children until he was comfortable with Miles taking over his responsibilities in a more full-time aspect.

‘You still struggling with child support?’

Pete saw no reason to beat around the bush.

‘You still suck at reading the room?’

Pete could only grin self-deprecatingly as he took another pull of his beer. ‘I’ll have you know my irreverence and inability to stop putting my foot in my mouth is one of my most charming features - my wife says so.’

Like snorted into his beer and shook his head. ‘Makes sense. MJ did always seem suspiciously too perfect. Girl’s as crazy as you.’

Pete grinned wide and took the compliment in the spirit it was intended. Unknown to Luke, he was dancing internally.

Perfect, you say?

‘I’m not trying to be a downer,’ Pete continued, putting a hand on his friend’s huge shoulder. Pete was no slouch in that department, but Luke even towered over him in both height and bulk. ‘I promise I have a reason for asking. You still struggling with the PI gig?’

He side-eyed Pete again but slowly nodded. ‘Money’s been pretty tight in general Pete. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you, but this economy is…rough for people like us.’

Pete nodded and squeezed Luke’s shoulder. ‘Trust me buddy, I know.’

One of Luke’s eyebrows rose in disbelief. ‘Isn’t MJ an actress? I thought you guys were pretty well off.’

Pete nodded slowly and sank back into his chair. ‘We were,’ he admitted, unashamedly. ‘Then Goblin and Rhino destroyed all of Broadway in one wicked temper tantrum…’

Luke’s dark eyes widened as comprehension dawned. In a city of superheroes and villains, it was easy to forget the cascading effects of collateral damage on the lives of everyday New Yorkers - or superheroes supported by them.

Pete nodded as he saw the look in Luke’s eyes and continued. ‘The stars and directors are all fine, but MJ’s a company member. A talented one, sure, but one of many. They’re not as well protected financially. We had some savings, sure, but that didn’t last long.’

Luke’s face instantly fell, and Pete’s heart went out to him when the gentle giant cringed and shook his head. ‘Pete, I feel for ya, but I can’t offer much -’

If Pete even had the tiniest sliver of doubt about approaching Luke with this opportunity, it was instantly dashed the moment he offered to part with even a tiny portion of what resources he had to his name. He held up his hand and interrupted his friend with a smile.

‘I’m not asking for money, buddy. The opposite.’

Seeing his confusion, Pete started to explain.

‘We were in a pretty rough spot. The house is mine and the mortgage was paid off before May’s passing, but there’s taxes, utilities, groceries, and whatever I need to supplement my, err, other job.’

Luke slowly nodded, and while the game had started up again, Pete had his full attention.

‘Photography doesn’t pay that well either, especially since the Bugle stopped hiring freelancers. Then, one day, MJ met with one of her company friends. Turned out she was doing fine, no, more than fine. Needless to say, when she revealed how, well, it shocked her.’

Seeing he had Luke on the edge of his seat, Pete grinned and shrugged. ‘MJ’s friend became a camgirl, then transitioned into porn.’

Luke couldn’t have been more shocked if Pete had slapped him across the face with a burrito. Seeing his disbelief, Pete nodded in affirmation. ‘We talked about it - it just made too much sense not to. MJ is, as you say, perfect, and a ridiculously talented actress. I’m a bit of a whizz at photography and videography. Not only could we make some easy money on the internet, but we could be better than the competition in every way. I might be biassed, but MJ’s hotter than any porn star I’ve ever seen, and she can bring all the scenes to life with her talent.’ He grinned and shrugged again in self-deprecation, ‘and while I’d say I’m an infinitely better videographer than my competition, that’s not exactly a high bar to clear.’

Luke’s mouth hung open in shock as he stared at him in disbelief. ‘Y-you guys do porn?’ he asked, the last word hissed in a whisper as if they could possibly be overheard in the crowded bar with screaming partygoers. 

Nodding slowly, Pete took out his phone, queued up one of MJ’s videos, and slid it over to his huge friend. Luke started in surprise and instinctively shielded the screen with biceps larger around than his thighs. It looked like he wanted to say something, but he was too busy gaping at a naked MJ fucking herself with a vibrating dildo.

His wife had that effect on people.

‘We made more money selling that video than MJ normally makes in a year.’

That snapped Luke out of his shock, and despite clearly wanting to go back to watching the insanely erotic sight of his friend’s naked wife masturbating, he reluctantly flipped the phone over and slid it back to Pete. Pete grinned and pocketed his phone with a shrug as Luke gathered his thoughts.

‘Why are you telling me all this?’

Pete regarding his friend for a few silent moments before shrugging. ‘Masturbation videos are fine and all, but the real money is in sex. We shot half a dozen videos with me in them too, full penetration, but while I do fine, I’m not hung like a porn star, not like some people…’

Pete left the statement hanging, looking at his friend meaningfully. When Luke finally caught on, his eyes widened in disbelief, his normally stoic visage cracking in an instant. ‘Are you crazy?! I can’t, I won’t, I -’

Before he could completely shut down, Pete talked right over him. ‘We’d pay you two grand up front, and ten percent of whatever we make off the PPV.’ Reaching into a different pocket, Pete pulled out a stack of twenty benjamins and sat it on the table between them. Luke stared at the money with naked hunger, his financial troubles likely more dire than he’d let on. ‘For reference, the last PPV made sixty grand, so expect another six, minimum. For a couple hours of work.’ He grinned cheekily. ‘If you consider what you’d be doing with my wife, work.’

Luke was genuinely speechless, his eyes drifting between the stack of hundreds and his own. He licked his dry lips and cleared his throat, once more composing himself.

‘This is a lot to take in,’ he rumbled, his brow creased in worry. Pete understood, of course, he was essentially asking the man to fuck his wife, something he’d normally never do, even if she threw herself at him. Pete knew Luke, something like this would normally go against his moral code, but, well, not only was he offering a lot of money, Pete was asking him to do it. ‘Why are you doing this?’ he finally asked, pertinently, his eyes narrowed. ‘It doesn’t sound like you need me, you’re both doing pretty okay from where I’m standing…’

Instead of answering flippantly, like was his wont, Pete genuinely considered the question. It was a fair one, after all.

They didn’t actually need to take this step, after all. While Pete suspected MJ’s popularity and explosive growth to eventually fall off if they didn’t go through with it, they were making more than enough right now to last until Broadway was back up and running.

So…asking why was a fair question.

‘To be honest?’ Pete asked after several moments of ponderous silence. ‘At first, we only got into porn to make ends meet. Turns out we both enjoy it, a lot. MJ’s an exhibitionist and gets off on getting naked on camera, and I enjoy capturing her at her most uninhibited on film, on making her look even more beautiful…’

Luke’s eyebrows rose. ‘Enough to watch her be with another man?’

Pete shrugged and grinned, sharing the anecdote of MJ’s sex scene on stage from years ago with his friend. If his skin wasn’t so dark, Pete was sure his noble friend would be blushing up a storm.

‘I always knew you were a little crazy, Parker…’

‘Only a little?’ Pete teased as Luke held out his hand.

‘Show me that video again.’

Grinning wide, Pete slid his phone back over, the video still playing.

‘This looks…really good.’

‘She’s incredible,’ Pete agreed, smiling proudly and secretly getting off on showing off his little porn star to his friend.

‘No, I mean obviously yes, but I mean the camera work.’

Pete was caught off guard by the compliment and blushed in embarrassment, having not expected it. Scratching his cheek, he shrugged it off. ‘Need to stand out from the rest, yeah? With MJ being an actual actress, any kind of role-play is instantly enhanced to Hollywood levels of realism while I bring the scene to life with my own talents…’

Pete grinned as Luke’s eyes trailed back down to the phone screen. He felt a thrill of excitement shoot through him as his nostrils flared and he bit a dark lip - no doubt no longer admiring his videography.

Once more licking his dry lips, Pete could tell his friend was seriously considering it.

‘If I do this…’ he began in a deep, serious tone, and Pete grinned wide, unable to mask his excitement. ‘You can’t show my face. Reva will never let me see my kids again if she finds out…’

The smile instantly slipped off Pete’s face and he nodded seriously. ‘Of course, I understand, but you don’t need to worry, filters are crazy these days and they can’t even touch the quality and sophistication of some of my post-processing tools.’ Seeing the look of confusion on his friend’s features, Pete snatched back his phone and started playing with it before recording Luke’s handsome, bemused face for several seconds.

‘We’ll show a face, it’ll make the scene a lot better if you’re not just a faceless goon, but it won’t be your face.’

When Pete turned his phone around and showed Luke the short clip he’d just shot of him, his friend’s eyes went wide. Clearly not up with the new social media apps, he was stupefied as the face staring back at him in bemusement looked entirely different to his own. The man on the screen was still black, he had a similarly-sized head, but everything else about his face was different. 

There was no way someone could ever link Luke to the man shown on screen.

‘That’s just a free phone app kids play around with, the one on my computer is infinitely more sophisticated. No one will know it’s you, well, except for MJ…’

Luke cringed at the mention of his wife’s name. ‘And what does she think about this?’

Pete shrugged. ‘She doesn’t know it’s you I’m asking, but she’s okay with it in general.’ He grins, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. ‘She’s determined to make it up to me in advance, don’t you worry about me buddy, she’s making me feel like a king in the meantime.’ 

Luke snorted then shook his head in disbelief, his hand twitching towards the stack of money. ‘Thanks Pete…for coming to me. As messed up as this is, I really need the money.’

Pete clapped his friend on the shoulder with one hand, and slid the money over with the other. ‘I know, buddy. I was gonna give you the cash regardless, but at least now you can earn it.’

Luke snorted and Pete’s eyes widened in surprise when the large man reached over and enveloped him in a one-armed hug. This clearly meant a lot to him, Pete understood that.

Pulling back, Luke cleared his throat uncomfortably and slipped the pile of cash in his pocket. Taking a sip of his beer, he snorted, his lips twitching in amusement.

‘Earn it? That’s an interesting way of putting it…’ he turned and offered him a deadpan stare. ‘Have you seen your wife? This feels like I’m basically stealing from you…’

Pete laughed and clapped his friend on the shoulder. ‘You keep that same energy when we’re filming buddy and we’ll be fine.

-

A week later, Pete was preparing dinner when a knock at their front door let them know their guest had arrived.

‘Can you get that, honey?’ Pete called out over his shoulder, the grin in his voice audible. His wife trundled in from the living room, her cheeks pink. She knew that their guest would be her co-star, but she still didn’t know who that co-star was. He’d teased her about it endlessly, but refused to give a name. She eyed him with exasperation, but no consternation could hide how beautiful she was.

MJ already had several ideas for the scene they had planned on filming, regardless of who her co-star was. She’d opted for a forest-green, knitted sweater dress that clung to her hourglass frame, skintight leggings and brown boots. With her hair done up in a loose bun, and her thick, stylish glasses sitting on her face, she looked the picture of beautiful elegance - a typical, if stunningly gorgeous housewife.

‘This secrecy is a bit ridiculous, Pete. Please don’t tell me it’s Flash Thompson…’

Pete barked out a laugh at her latest guess. Her old boyfriend from high-school would have been a cliche choice, but last he checked, his old buddy had married Liz Allen and had moved to Texas.

Pete grinned, put his knife down and wrapped his arms around her slim waist from behind, his face nuzzling her neck.

‘Do you want it to be Flash Thompson?’

She stiffened in his grip and melted against his chest. ‘No? I dunno Pete, the suspense is killing me…’

Pete chuckled, his voice husky, deep and directly in his wife’s ear. She shivered in delight as he purred. ‘Is my sexy little porn star…nervous?’

She squirmed in his grasp, mewling as his hands cupped her heavy breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but he didn’t need to grope her to know that. With breasts as big as MJ’s, it was obvious when they weren’t, ahem, supported.

‘I don’t know why you won’t tell me where you found him…’

He kissed the back of her neck, mindful that Luke was waiting out on their doorstep. MJ moaned softly, her soft ass grinding deliciously against his hardness. As frustrated, nervous and excited as MJ was, Pete couldn’t deny he felt similarly. He’d never thought watching his wife with another man would excite him so much, but he probably should have suspected something when seeing her on stage had done likewise.

‘Why don’t you go and answer the door? Ask him all the questions you want…’

There was another knock and MJ sighed, slipping out of his grasp. ‘Fine,’ she said, exasperated, excited and nervous in equal measure. Before she could skip away, however, Pete snatched at her wrist and twirled his wife back into his embrace, her lips inches from his and her large breasts squished against his chest.

‘Just remember,’ he purred, his eyes dancing with mischief. ‘He’s got a huge cock and you’re gonna take it for me, my sexy little porn star.’ His grin widened as MJ sucked in a startled, excited breath, her eyes flying wide. ‘When you answer that door, just remember I’m gonna eventually be filming your delicious little pussy split wide around his monster…’

With a wide, perverted smile, Pete gently shoved her away and spanked her soft ass. MJ looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes smouldering with lust and her breasts heaving with her heavy breaths. ‘You’re so bad…’

Pete smiled and winked. ‘Love you.’

MJ snorted and shook her head in disbelief. ‘Dork.’

Pete’s hands were shaking with so much excitement that he felt it a poor idea to go back to chopping the veggies. Instead, he crept towards the front of their home, eagerly awaiting MJ’s reaction.

He wasn’t disappointed. With an audible, deep breath, MJ opened the door and shrieked in surprise.

‘Luke?!’

‘Err, hey MJ. How’re you doing?’ His voice was quiet, but its pure bass levels meant it travelled all throughout their home with little effort. ‘I brought ribs? Smoked for seventy-two hours…’

Pete, hiding in the hallway around the corner, bit his fist to stifle his childish giggle. He imaged MJ gaping at the huge man on their doorstep for several seconds like a fish until -

‘Peter!’

Before the echoes of his shrieked name stopped ringing in the silence, Pete was already leaning against the frame of the doorway to the kitchen, his grin wide. His arms were crossed and a dish towel was draped over his shoulder.

‘Yes dear?’

She spun around and glared at him, her face as red as her hair. ‘What - when - I -’

Pete’s grin grew wider with each stutter and failed start to a sentence. Looking over her small frame at the looming bear of a man behind her, Pete winked at his friend before returning his attention to his wife.

‘Would you have preferred a stranger?’ he asked, his tone sickly sweet. MJ was immediately put on the back foot, and she suddenly realised that Luke might take offence to her reaction.

‘I, no, that’s not it, I -’

‘Do you…’ he continued, his tone carrying a teasing note now too along with the sickly sweet, ‘not find him attractive enough?’

Luke had stepped into their home behind MJ and shut the door behind him, realising rightly that they might be making a scene. He’d put the tray with the ribs down on the nearby end table and stood there awkwardly as Pete teased his wife. Before MJ could reply to his decidedly not innocent question, Pete sent Luke a quick glance over her head and winked, giving him the go-ahead.

He hesitated for only a moment before smirking, his huge arms wrapping around just under MJ’s breasts and pulling her close against his massage torso.

‘Sorry for startling you,’ Luke said, his deep, baritone voice whispering directly into her ear. MJ stiffened, her eyes going wide before she melted into his embrace, her cheeks flaming red. ‘Blame your playin husband for the games. I’ll be honoured if you’ll have me though - I really appreciate the opportunity, more than I could ever say.’

MJ knew Luke’s situation just as well as Pete did and, when realisation dawned, her mouth dropped open in shock before she melted against his huge, powerful frame, a gentle smile crossing her features. ‘Of course, sweetie, it’s our pleasure…’

Pete fought the urge to scream out it’ll be hers soon. Honestly, he didn’t think his wife would ever appreciate how much effort that took.

‘This is highly unusual, we’re really happy to help in any way we can -’

‘Told you she thinks you’re hot,’ Pete teased, addressing his friend directly.

‘PETER!’

Laughing, Pete strolled on over and picked up the tray of ribs - Luke made the absolute best ribs - and winked at his blushing wife, his eyes dropping to her very obviously pebbled nipples. ‘Why don’t you come on in? Dinner’s almost ready.’

When MJ looked down to see what he was referring to, she flushed even darker when she saw her nipples very obviously poking through the woollen material.

Pete didn’t know why she bothered. Given that she wore nothing underneath, almost every curve of her glorious body was basically revealed to them, as the material clung to her figure perfectly.

They didn’t rush things, taking their time to finish and eat their dinner while talking about mundane things, and not the elephant in the room. Despite all efforts though, the sexual tension was thick, with MJ and Luke sending each other nervous and eager looks throughout.

Thankfully, the nervous tension steadily eased and MJ and Luke, who had never had an issue before that day, were once again back at their usual levels of chemistry.

After they’d adjourned to the living room after a delicious dinner, Luke ran his hands up and down his thighs, signs of his nervousness returning. ‘So…how does this work? Do we just…do it?’

Pete snorted in amusement, but instead of answering, motioned to his wife to take over. This was her show, after all.

Far less nervous than earlier, his wife took charge. ‘I generally do a bit of role play in my videos. Watching me get down and dirty is all well and good, but I find the video to be much hotter with the proper setup and payoff.’

Luke’s lips twitched, his size twenty Timbs twitching and bouncing nervously. ‘So…plot?’

MJ matched his grin and nodded. ‘Yeah, porn with plot.’

Luke winced and shrugged his massive shoulders. ‘I’m, er, not much of an actor…’

‘That’s fine,’ MJ dismissed with a casual wave of her hand, one long leg crossed over the other as she got in her element. ‘I just need you to act naturally, I’m not asking you to show incredible range or anything. We’ll keep it simple, you can remain your usual, stoic self and we can take as much time as we need to land the few lines you will have.’

Turning to him, MJ eyed him with mounting excitement. They’d already started shooting this scene before Luke arrived, getting his own part out of the way early, to be added in later where appropriate. MJ explained the scenario to Luke while Pete started to set up his cameras, lights and boom mics.

‘So the scenario is my husband is away on a business trip during our anniversary for the second year in a row. We had a big fight about it over the phone - don’t worry, we’ve already filmed that part - and, in apology, he’s sent his friend over to make amends.’ Standing, MJ helped Luke up and led him over to the door to one of the bedrooms, a green screen hanging in the opening. ‘I’m not supposed to know the nature of the apology, and in comes you, mister talk, dark and handsome.’

‘And huge,’ Pete helpfully added from behind the camera, as MJ shot him the stink-eye.

‘Stop! You’re making him nervous!’

Luke looked lost, especially as he stood in the bedroom, the green screen behind him. He pointed at it with mute incomprehension, his eyebrows raised. 

‘Why don’t we just use the actual front door…?’

Pete barked out a laugh. ‘Oh my sweet, summer child…’

MJ threw a pillow at him and Pete’s arm shot out to catch it before it could hit his equipment.

‘This will probably take a few takes, it’ll look weird to the neighbours to have you constantly coming in and out of the house… besides, Pete will fix it all up in post, you won’t even be able to tell it’s not the actual front door.’

Luke frowned in confusion but otherwise shrugged. With the lights and the cameras all set up, Pete started to film. MJ would stroll up to the bedroom door with a phone to her ear, open it, and have a wide variety of reactions to Luke’s presence, each one to be reviewed afterwards. They eventually settled on mute shock which, naturally, MJ sold to perfection, and it took another ten takes or so until they were happy with Luke’s one-liner, introducing himself.

Honestly, he had just as much trouble with the line as he did with his posture and energy he was exuding. It got to a point where MJ was so frustrated, she grabbed her heavy breasts through the thin material of the sweater dress. She pulled the fabric so tight that their shape was almost perfectly revealed, even her nipples.

‘Man up, Cage! You’re gonna get your hands on these babies later, act like it!’

A marked change came over the hulking man after that, his long, uninterrupted gaze at her perfect, silhouetted breasts causing something in him to snap. He was no longer awkward and bumbly, but confident and cocky instead. Given his already rather stoic visage, it didn’t take much to affect the change, but just altering the way he held himself made a huge difference.

Afterwards, they watched back the quickly edited scene with Luke’s eyes growing wider and wider in disbelief. ‘Wow…you’re a really good actor…’

MJ laughed joyously and bumped her co-star’s shoulder with her own. ‘You’re not so bad yourself, sweetie.’

They kept watching and Luke frowned when the digitally altered image showed him standing on a porch instead of a bedroom. ‘I thought CGI was supposed to look bad…?’

Pete chuckled and shook his head, marvelling at how that was what he noticed, rather than the fact that he had seamlessly, digitally turned him into a complete stranger.

‘CGI is only noticeable when it’s bad, otherwise you never know it’s being used.’

After the scene finished playing, Luke clapped his hands together and shifted from side to side awkwardly. ‘So…do I just get naked now, or…?’

MJ blushed, her eyes dropping down to his groin. ‘It’s probably best I do that…better to capture my real reaction on camera - and if what Pete says is true, I should be in for quite the surprise…’

Pete laughed at the look on Luke’s face, certain that if he had fairer skin, he’d be blushing up a storm. It was kinda endearing that this huge man was such a big softie at heart.

Then he remembered what said big man would be doing with his wife soon and his pants grew tight.

They set up in the living room with Pete having to shift his equipment there. When they’d first started this new journey, they only had his DSLR to play with, but with their increasing success, MJ had convinced him to use some of the money to buy proper filming equipment. The reinvesting helped a tonne, the quality speaking for itself.

Both Luke and MJ were seated on the couch, Luke on the single-seater and MJ on the large three-seater, her legs pulled up and folded under her as she leaned over the arm. With the cameras rolling, MJ acted her heart out, playing the role of an aggrieved wife so well Pete was actually starting to feel like he should apologise, even if he hadn’t missed a single anniversary throughout the entirety of their relationship.

Another quality of MJ’s talent and charisma was that she was able to better help Luke relax. As she took charge of the scene, Luke found himself just acting his usual, natural self, lending her his ear as his friend’s wife poured her heart out.

It took dozens of shots, and Pete found himself sending Luke cheeky grins when he looked up from his camera. His friend had thought he’d come over, fuck his wife and get a paycheck, but no, MJ would actually make him work for it.

‘What exactly did my idiot husband put you up to?’

Working with amateurs, MJ had said it was easier to not give them lines and instead give them an outline of the scenario - Luke would then allow himself to be led along by MJ, then he could say what came naturally if he was immersed enough into the scene.

Like a siren, MJ’s faux sadness and anger stoked the fires of Luke’s protective and noble nature, making his words sound more genuine than he otherwise would have been able to manage.

In a voice thick with disapproval and annoyance, Luke stood from his chair and shuffled on over to MJ. Pete made sure to capture how far she had to look up as he drew close. ‘Your husband made it clear that I was to take care of you…in whichever way you wanted.’ Dropping to his knees after a brief moment of hesitation, Pete almost cheered. A complete lack of hesitation would have looked unnatural given the scene and Luke’s personality, instead, the slight hesitation sold both his excitement and reticence both.

With his large, black hands on his wife’s thighs, he slid them up until his fingers hooked into the waistband of her leggings before looking up and into MJ’s breathtakingly beautiful eyes.

‘Let me take care of you…’

‘Cut!’ Pete shouted as MJ stared at Luke with disbelief and mounting excitement. Though her features shifted back to normal when he’d called cut, Pete was sure her reaction had been genuine. ‘That was gold Luke, well done!’

MJ smiled wide and added her own praise. ‘Most people think acting is all about overreacting and going over the top, or screaming. You’re a natural Luke, like old-school Clint Eastwood.’

He was clearly uncomfortable with the praise, and not wanting to ruin the moment, they hurried on. Pete repositioned the lights and cameras while Luke stayed on the floor in front of MJ.

While he got ready, MJ was coaching Luke through what would happen next - their first sex scene. ‘Okay, deep breaths sweetie. Once Pete starts rolling, I’m gonna act confused and bewildered, but you’re gonna slowly pull my leggings off. I’d rather not tell you how to act exactly, but after the leggings are off, kiss and play with me over my thong. When Pete gives you the signal, you take it off too and go down on me directly until I cum. Don’t get frustrated, but Pete will call cut several times so he can reposition either us or the equipment, that’s normal, but you can’t let your frustration show - when finished it’ll be all one, seamless cut…’

From his position on the floor, Luke looked up at Pete with a sardonic smile. ‘You weren’t kidding when you said she’d make me earn it.’

Pete barked out a laugh. ‘Acting ain’t easy work, buddy.’

His excitement was as clear as day, but so was his wife’s. He and MJ had been sharing several secret glances throughout filming, and each time he caught her eyes, he made sure to nod in reassurance. She was nervous about taking this step, it was his job to assuage her fears.

Before they started filming, Luke chuckled and shook his head. ‘This is insane, I feel like a virgin all over again…’

Holding out his hand, it was clear his nerves were making him shake with excitement and maybe even a little fear. MJ cupped his face and leaned forward, her lips inches from his. ‘Relax,’ she cooed, before planting a gentle kiss on his plump lips. ‘We’re just having some fun and making a lot of money. Just remember that when you’re feeling nervous.’

His eyes had widened when MJ kissed him, but at the mention of money his features steeled and resolved. He nodded and Pete started to film.

The first time Luke removed MJ’s leggings, he’d just gaped at the tiny thong she was wearing, her pale ass basically completely exposed. They all laughed when they realised the shot was ruined and started again. It took them almost a dozen tries to get the legging removal done smoothly, and with Luke exuding confidence and sexual desire.

It took them another half a dozen shots before he felt completely natural playing with MJ over the thin fabric. When everything was settled, Luke had his wife’s long, pale legs draped over his shoulders, his lips pressing featherlight kisses along the inside of her thigh. Pete felt a powerful spark of desire shoot through him when he saw his friend’s long tongue snake out and run over MJ’s still-clothed labia, her soft moans selling everything even more.

Pete could hardly concentrate on what he was doing, but he somehow managed while his friend played with his wife’s nethers.

With MJ whimpering and giving Luke gentle coaching on how she liked to be kissed down there, Pete made sure to grab several angles of the action, as well as the mighty bulge that snaked down his leg. The man in question kept kissing and licking her over her panties, but, unbidden, Luke’s passion won over and his hands snaked up her body and cupped her heavy breasts. His hands were big enough to encircle each one, pulling the fabric tight and making it contour perfectly to their shape.

‘Ooooh, what are you doing to me?’ MJ moaned, grinding her crotch against Luke’s lips while putting her hands over his, urging him to play with her tits some more.

Pulling back, Pete made sure to get a perfect shot of his face as he answered with a growl. ‘What your husband won’t…’

Oh that’s brilliant!

He didn't dare say it out loud though, he didn’t want to interrupt the scene. His wife moaned and gyrated her hips against Luke’s face - she didn’t need her acting skills to show she was enjoying herself here.

When Pete gave Luke the signal, he reluctantly pulled himself away with a mighty gasp, his hands sliding back down MJ’s body. MJ’s sweater dress had ridden up to her abdomen as Luke played with her panty-covered pussy, completely exposing her lower half. When he hooked his sausage-like fingers into the thin strap however, he sent her a final look, as if asking for permission.

MJ, her breasts heaving as she breathed in and out excitedly, nodded hurriedly, giving her lover the permission he sought. With her legs pointing straight up towards the ceiling and held together, Luke felt a bout of inspiration strike him and bit the waist strap of her panties, pulling the offending, damp material up and eventually off her legs. 

When he dropped back down to his knees, he still held his prize between his teeth as MJ spread her legs wide, her bald, glistening pussy fully revealed to him. MJ ran her fingers over lips, eyeing Luke hungrily as he eyed her in turn, his gaze glued to her exposed womanhood as she spread her labia for him.

‘Show me,’ MJ implored, panting with need. She didn’t make any exaggerated porn sounds, nor did she do any of the over the top facial expressions. Instead, her cheeks were flushed and she breathed heavily, the look of desire in her smouldering eyes doing a lot of the heavy lifting. ‘Show me why my husband sent you to me…’

Pete did his best not to interrupt them, even if it made sense to cut for a break or to give instructions. Whatever he might gain by doing so would be far outweighed by what they lost by interrupting the flow.

When Luke finally kissed her naked pussy directly, his short goatee tickling her sensitive flesh, MJ arched her back and let out a keening wail, her pale hands gripping the back of his dark, bald head. Pete made sure he had the best angle to capture the delicious action, especially when he stuck out a long tongue and ran it along the entire length of his wife’s labia, smothering it with the wet, warm appendage.

Pete watched on silently, excitedly as his wife writhed under Luke’s tender caresses. Nothing in the world was more beautiful than his wife in the throes of pleasure, he was given a unique opportunity to watch her doing so from behind the camera and it was every bit as titillating as he’d imagined.

My sexy little porn star…

Done bathing and overwhelming his wife’s senses with the flat of his tongue, Luke pulled back and spread MJ’s lips wide, blowing gently into the pink, quivering flesh. She hissed out in pleasure through clenched teeth, but that was nothing compared to her reaction when Luke stuck out his tongue again and, with just the tip, started rapidly flicking her exposed clit in an impressive display of oral dexterity.

MJ was so taken by surprise both by the act and the pleasure it sent shooting through her nerve endings that she didn’t have to fake her shocked squeal. Her legs were spread wide, giving Pete the best possible viewing angle for the action, but that was the extent to which it seemed his wife was playing her part.

It looked like she’d completely surrendered herself to pleasure, the cameras an afterthought.

Then Luke stepped it up another level. With his tongue still doing its thing, his friend slipped one of his thick, long, sausage-like fingers into MJ’s quivering womanhood, and while still stimulating MJ’s clit directly, his finger started rubbing against the roof of her vagina.

Looks like he remembered the pointers I gave him, this will drive MJ wild…

And so it proved. MJ started to tremble, her moans growing urgent and more insistent. Her face was stuck in a rictus of pleasure as she looked down her body, expecting to find her husband’s face as she felt a familiar technique but instead found Luke’s dark, handsome one, his smouldering eyes staring back at her.

‘Oh God,’ MJ cried, her body spasming as each jolt of pleasure shot through her. ‘So good, mmmn, Christ, ooooh, your finger is bigger than my husband!’

Luke couldn’t quite hide his surprise at her dirty proclamation, but Pete didn’t bother calling cut to reshoot the spontaneous line. It was said in the heat of the moment, and it had been gold - most of the best lines were. Even Luke’s surprise reaction had been perfect, natural.

What made the situation even hotter was that the proclamation was true.

MJ had been on the verge of orgasm before, with Luke’s skilled ministrations hurrying her along. Realising exactly what she’d just said in the heat of the moment though must have pushed her over the edge, because her eyes widened in disbelief and she arched her back in bliss, moaning her loudest yet.

‘I’m cumming!’

Pete made sure to capture the look of pure euphoria on his wife’s face as her body shook, as well Luke’s reaction as the direct, g-spot stimulation had her squirting all over his face, her body jerking and convulsing after each spurt.

Pete was so hard he was about to tear a hole right through his jeans, but he said nothing, just letting the two lovers catch their breath for a few seconds as the camera rolled. The moments right after a shared experience like that, with the way they looked at each other, was just as important as the sex itself for creating an erotic and highly titillating scene.

When his wife finally looked in his direction though, he cut and smiled wide at her. ‘That was amazing, honey.’

MJ chuckled breathlessly and shook her head in disbelief, her pale hand still cupping Luke’s cheek. ‘It felt amazing.’ She then looked sheepish, ‘sorry about what I said, it was in the heat of the moment.’

Pete chuckled as Luke fell back on his rear, wiping his face down with the towel he threw at him. To assuage the fears he saw bubbling behind his wife’s eyes, Pete bent down and captured her lips in a tender kiss, the moment only broken when he pulled away and winked.

‘You know what they say,’ he joked, ‘the best defence against slander is that it’s the truth.’

MJ blushed prettily and hit him over the head with a pillow. Pete tamped down his initial over the top reaction at MJ ruining the continuity of the scene and put it back in place with a playful glare. His wife smiled prettily at him before turning her gaze to her co-star.

‘How’re you feeling, sweetie?’

Luke’s lips twitched, his eyes still drinking in the sight of MJ’s naked, wet pussy as he spoke. ‘Wet.’

MJ giggled and rubbed her lips right in front of his face, her lips curling in delight when her partner inhaled deeply at the sight - like a bull being taunted by a matador. ‘Sorry about that,’ she said, somehow managing to sound as insincere as possible, ‘when my g-spot is hit like that, I tend to squirt. A lot. And you hit it so well, sweetie.’

Luke was taken aback by her sudden amorous tone and flirting, and while Pete got it, it was a bit ridiculous given he’d just eaten the woman to a toe-curling orgasm.

‘So…what now?’

Still touching herself, MJ turned to Pete and, after a nod of confirmation, she turned back to Luke with a coquettish smile. ‘Now, I’m gonna suck your dick - that’s why you’re here, isn’t it? Because you’re apparently hung like a porn star?’

Luke shrugged in embarrassment and rubbed the back of his head. ‘I… suppose?’

Pete snorted in disbelief, catching both of their attention. Shaking his head, he waved them on - MJ would find out soon enough. Before they started rolling, MJ was about to ask if Luke needed fluffing, but she audibly swallowed when she saw the noticeable bulge in his jeans. Turning to her husband in disbelief, Pete grinned evilly and started the cameras rolling.

MJ acted out of breath, as if she’d only just had her orgasm, her face somehow flushing and heart racing on demand. ‘Wow,’ she breathed out breathlessly, ‘that…was incredible. I should, no, I need to return the favour.’

‘That’s not necessary,’ Luke refuted, standing and raising his hands. ‘Your husband sent me here to look after you, not the other way around.’

It took a few takes to get the lines down to MJ’s satisfaction - thankfully, the sight of her naked pussy and the nature of the highly erotic situation kept the large man hard and ready for action. With Luke’s line delivered perfectly, MJ bit her lip and smiled eagerly, her sparkling emerald eyes roaming over the noticeable bulge in his jeans.

‘If you’d asked my dear, neglectful husband, he’d have told you there’s nothing I love more than sucking dick,’ she purred, her lips curled in a naughty smile. ‘There’s no way he’d send someone as big and manly as you and not expected this to happen…’

Her words were naughty, her tone teasing. It was clear Luke didn’t need to fake his shock at hearing MJ talk like that - they’d known each other for years, and while she could be a little flirty at times, that had never crossed the line into impropriety. She was your typical girl next girl type - literally, for Pete - innocent, kind and beautiful.

Luke was seeing a side to her that he’d only maybe fantasised about. Her dirty, slutty side.

Acting was incredibly easy when you didn’t have to act.

‘Do you want me to suck your dick?’

Luke audibly swallowed and slowly nodded, biting his lip as MJ made herself comfortable on the couch below him. 

Smiling wide, MJ stood, their chests almost touching as her fingers went to the hem of her sweater dress. Slowly, teasingly, she pulled the fabric up and over her body, making sure the edge caught her nipples as she did so. His wife had had countless hours to practise this, with how sexy Pete found her infamous tiddy drop, and MJ showed off her expertise as she executed flawlessly, in one take.

Luke audibly groaned as the hem of MJ’s dress finally slipped over her nipples and released their hold on her heavy, pendulous tits. Gravity took over, and the soft bags of fat fell back on her chest, jiggling enticingly. Luke stared at her exposed breasts hungrily, with MJ tossing her dress away carelessly behind her.

As far as Pete was concerned, MJ objectively had the best tits in the world. Heavy enough to sag under their own weight, not not too big. Her nipples were not too large, but not too small either - a perfect shade of pink only a few shades darker than her pale skin.

Satisfied with how the scene turned out, Pete motioned MJ on from behind the camera. Smiling prettily, his wife pressed her heavy breasts against Luke’s chest and locked eyes with him. It was amusing to see such a huge, imposing man suck in a shaky breath as his wife teased him, her delicate fingers playing with the buckle of his belt.

MJ slowly sat back down on the couch, now as naked as a jaybird. She didn’t break eye-contact with Luke as she first unbuckled the belt, then unzipped his jeans. Loosened, they immediately fell down his thighs, his tee now getting in the way. Luke hurriedly removed it, but Pete unfortunately pulled the shot back, telling him with a laughing tone not to look too eager and take it slow.

He did, with an embarrassed grumble, and MJ bit her lip, her eyes shining with delight when his heavily muscled, completely ripped torso came into view. 

Luke was built like a brick shithouse, his body looking like it was carved out of obsidian. MJ clearly liked what she saw, but when her eyes trailed down his perfectly v-shaped torso, that smile became strained when she saw the bulge in his boxer shorts.

‘Wow…’

Luke did his best to look confident and imposing as MJ slipped her fingers into the hem of his boxers. Biting her lip, she looked back up at him one last time, her eyes smouldering. She tempered her excitement though, managing to continue playing the aggrieved wife. ‘I deserve this…’ She bit her lip, her eyes going to his prominent bulge before flicking back up to his face. ‘Are you ready for this?’

‘Hell yeah,’ Luke groaned, his voice deep and thick with his eagerness and desire.

‘Yeah?’ MJ parroted. Pete could tell she was eager to rip his underwear down his trunk-like thighs, but she was a pro, she teased both Luke, and her future audience, who would be eager to see what her lover was packing. She channelleged some faux vindictiveness and, with her eyes wide, she smiled wickedly and spoke. ‘You ready to take my neglectful husband’s place on our anniversary?’

‘Mhmm…’

Deciding enough was enough, MJ started to pull his boxers down with an eager smile, like a kid at Christmas unwrapping her largest present. The smile eventually slipped from her face though, her eyes growing steadily wider as first, the impossibly thick base of his shaft came into view, thicker than Pete’s own wrist, followed by inch after incredible inch of obsidian cock as she slowly pulled his boxers lower and lower.

It was evident she kept expecting to see his crown, but he just kept going, like the most perverse, ridiculous version of a circus act ever, the never ending cock, instead of a multi-coloured handkerchief.

Unlike that act though, his cock wasn’t actually infinite, despite what MJ must be feeling. His wife was gaping in shock as his boxers were almost to his knees before his cock finally sprang free, the thick, foot-long member springing up and hitting her on the chin with a meaty thwack.

The look of shock and awe on his wife’s features was utterly golden, her reaction to his buddy’s cock perfect. Luke, sensing this wasn’t some act, grabbed the base of his shaft and held it aloft for MJ. His member looked completely proportional in his own huge hand - he doubted that would be the case when MJ finally got a hold of it.

Just thinking about it had Pete squirming with glee.

Luke’s cock was even bigger than he remembered it when seeing it in the gym locker rooms, though, obviously, he hadn’t been hard then. As thick around as his wrist and, to his eyes, over a foot long, it was completely ridiculous and unwieldy…and perfect for porn.

Pete eventually cut as MJ stared at Luke’s cock in dumbfounded disbelief.

‘How…how is that even real?

Luke just stood there like an obsidian statue, his tip leaking pre-cum while MJ gaped. 

‘You think your fans will be satisfied?’

MJ turned to Pete with an incredulous stare and Pete burst out laughing. Seeing her look of consternation, Pete waved her off and apologised.

‘Sorry, honey, but your face - here, look.’

He showed his wife the footage back and she had the good graces to flush at her embarrassing reaction, doubly so when she heard Luke chuckling over her shoulder.

She buried her face in her hands and groaned. ‘Oh my God, that’s so embarrassing…’

‘If it makes you feel any better…that’s a pretty normal reaction for me,’ Luke consoled, and MJ turned to smile at him, her eyes then hungrily raking over his powerful, naked physique and, once again, landing on his ridiculous cock. Without his fist propping it up at the base, it hung almost down to his knees even though it was hard, its heft too much to fight the pull of gravity.

MJ audibly swallowed. ‘No kidding…’

Hearing his snort, MJ shot her husband a dirty glare. ‘Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying yourself more than I am?’

‘Because you’re delusional?’ he teased, dodging a swipe at his head. ‘Now, if you’re over your apparent cock-shock, shall we keep filming?’

MJ turned back to Luke’s cock and audibly gulped. ‘Well…you just sit there and enjoy yourself sweetie. I’m, well, I’ll try and suck that thing, if I can even fit it in my mouth…’

MJ was staring at Luke’s huge cock in disbelief, her mind working at wondering how she’d make it work.

‘Use your boobs,’ Pete offered helpfully, as he set up once more. ‘Luke’s been staring at them as much as you’re staring at his cock, I think he’d like that…’

They both looked embarrassed at being so blatantly called out.

But they didn’t stop eye-fucking each other either.

‘You don’t have to deep throat him, honey, just suck his tip, use your boobs on the rest.’ He grinned as MJ turned to him, blushing prettily and her smile widening in excitement. ‘Do that thing with your tongue, with his frenulum.’

‘What the hell is a -’

‘Don’t worry.’ Pete laughed and clapped Luke on the back. ‘Trust me buddy, you’ll love it.’

Shaking his head, Luke took his seat on the couch, his cock raising up from his lap like an obsidian obelisk. MJ got on her knees in between his large legs and grinned sexily, her gaze flicking between Luke’s eyes and his mighty weapon. ‘You ready, Stud?’

Luke frowned, looking nervous. ‘I - I don’t know how long I’ll last. You’re… you’re very beautiful, MJ, and this has been going on for a while…’

MJ smiled knowingly and Pete assuaged his friend’s anxieties. ‘Don’t worry about it, bud. Cum whenever you want, however much you want. I’ll use the best shots and edit it for the money shot, then splice together the rest of the footage for the regular blowjob to make a contiguous scene. All you need to do is sit there and enjoy yourself.’

Luke snorted in disbelief, his breath hitching as MJ put her hands on his powerful thighs and lowered herself in between his legs. ‘I’ll try,’ he joked dryly, the absurdity of the statement making them all giggle to let out some of the sexual tension.

Pete couldn’t believe how turned on he was filming his wife gazing at Luke’s towering cock with awe. He made sure to get the angle from behind the couch, so that his girthy appendage obscured part of her face. MJ was channelling some of the awe she felt earlier in her expression as she gazed at it, allowing Pete to get several long, panning shots before she spoke.

‘Wow,’ she gasped, her eyes wide. ‘You’re…you’re so big…’

Another bout of inspiration struck the amateur actor and Pete was just glad he was in position to capture the smirk on his handsome, chiselled features. ‘Your husband was really sorry - said he wanted the absolute best for you.’

Pete didn’t want to give him an enthusiastic thumb’s up from behind the camera lest he distract his hulking friend, but he made a note to praise him later. MJ, ever the professional, expertly rolled with it, biting her lip and smiling up at him. 

Every one of her expressions, every one of her reactions was made all the more sexy and dirty because it was half obscured by Luke’s outrageous cock. A cock belonging to a man that wasn’t her husband.

Everything they’d done up until this point didn’t really feel like porn, even though it literally was. They filmed some sexy home videos, and put them up on the internet for others to watch and enjoy. It hadn’t all felt real until this very moment, now that MJ had a co-star that wasn’t him to work with, because it was a job.

Making sure not to cause the camera to jitter, Pete gripped his aching bulge and squeezed. He was tempted to unzip his jeans and let his member free for some relief, but again, he didn’t want to distract either MJ or Luke by risking them seeing his cock hanging out in the corner of their eyes.

MJ hummed in amusement, staring up at Luke with a naughty smile. ‘I guess I should forgive him,’ she mused, running her hands up and down his powerful thighs, her wedding ring glistening conspicuously. ‘He did go above and beyond to make it up to me, after all.’

Before Luke could chuckle or rumble his ascent, MJ finally gripped his mighty shaft, one hand above the other. For some reason, Pete’s mind went back to high school gym class, where MJ would try - and horribly fail - to climb the rope.

His wife had never been the athletic type.

The grip she held on Luke’s cock though, reminded him of the grip she’d take when holding the rope - except his buddy’s cock was girthier than that had been. One hand above the other, roughly four inches apart, MJ started stroking the colossal appendage while also incorporating a twisting, corkscrew motion.

Luke had been so turned on for so long, his entire obsidian shaft was slick with his own excitement, his wife’s hands effortlessly gliding over his immense length. With his muscles flexing and his jaw clenched with pleasure, he subtly thrust his hips against MJ’s grip and basked in the pleasure of her delicate hands.

Pete had been right earlier, when he’d mused Luke’s cock would look even bigger when held in his wife’s grip. In his own massive hands, it almost looked proportional, but with his wife’s tiny ones, her pale skin contrasting deliciously with his dark and somehow highlighting the difference even more, Luke looked like some kind of prop toy.

Had they kept Luke faceless like he originally wanted, Pete would have bet money that her fans would have accused them of trying to pass of a sex toy as the real thing, instead, Pete made sure to get several lingering shots of his naked, hulking frame in the throes of pleasure, his wife positioned obediently and eagerly between his legs. While MJ’s fans wouldn’t necessarily be eager to have their screens filled with this prime, unrealistic specimen of masculinity, they wouldn’t be able to deny its realism.

Had Luke and MJ been having sex for real, or rather, not for profit, she’d already be struggling to take his cock in her mouth. Instead, his wife allowed him several minutes to get as many shots from as many angles as possible before moving on to each step. Like a wicked collage, Pete would use the best footage to create the sexiest scene possible.

He hoped to break records with this video. If his wife was gonna bring another guy into their bed, Pete would make damn sure it would be worth it.

You’re full of it Pete, we’ll both be getting off on this video for years to come…

Pete gave his wife a signal that it was okay to move on and, with a purr and an arching of her back, she did. Luke sucked in a startled breath when MJ leaned forward and kissed his tip, but that was nothing compared to his reaction when she bent down to run her tongue from his big, apple-sized balls to his leaking crown.

Luke had his hands atop his head, one meaty mit gripping the wrist of the other, his hips flexing as MJ worked him over. His lips were sealed tight, but the noises of appreciation he made were undeniable. Sharp intakes of breath, low groans, growls, you name it. He was giving Pete a lot to work with, which was appreciated.

When he gave his wife another signal, she leaned forward again until Luke’s cock was resting against her cleavage, a naughty smile on her beautiful features. ‘You keep looking at my tits, handsome,’ she teased, flashing her pearly whites. When she saw that she had his attention, her smile widened. ‘No need to just look…’

It took Luke a second to comprehend what she was saying and, with another deep inhale, he carefully unlatched the grip he had on his wrist, as if he’d previously been holding himself back, but no more.

His buddy reached forward and MJ made sure to arch her back, her breasts proudly offered to him. His wife’s tits weren’t falsely perky or filled with silicone, like he’d often see in trashy porn, they were big, and all natural. Because of that, instead of sitting high on her chest, they sagged under their own weight, hanging low and away from each other.

Pete adored them, and so too, it seemed, did Luke. When he finally got his hands on them, he seemed surprised with how soft and malleable they were, his dark fingers sinking into the pale flesh as if they were made of clouds. He played with them like a curious child, palming their hefty weight and jiggling them, just to see how they’d react. MJ giggled, smiling indulgently as he sated his curiosity but, as if the sound of her laughter broke him out of a trance, he remembered what they’d been talking about earlier.

Luke tugged on his wife’s breasts, forcing her to lean forward even more. MJ didn’t resist, and when he wrapped her hefty mounds around his colossal shaft, her smile widened. ‘Oh? You want a boob job? Greedy boy,’ she teased, leaning down to kiss his crown once more.

Luke sucked in a powerful breath through clenched teeth, and went back to gipping his wrist above his head as he watched MJ do her work. Biting her lip, MJ released Luke’s cock and gripped her own breasts, burying the towering member in her pillowly cleavage.  Spreading her tits apart, she wrapped them around his pole and, with a beautiful smile on her face, started to rub them up and down its length, each one alternating.

Pete watched with fascination. While he’d buried his cock in his wife’s tits countless times before, he didn’t have the length to receive this kind of treatment. When her right tit went up, the left tit went down and vice versa. She kept this technique up for minutes, the delicious friction combined with the lube from Luke’s pre-cum creating - what Pete could only imagine as - a deliciously warm, mind-melting sensation along the entire length of his mighty shaft.

Naturally, this tipped him over the edge.

‘Shit,’ he cursed through clenched teeth, his jaw clenched, ‘I’m cumming!’

MJ didn’t stop, her smile only widened as she sped up her ministrations and, only a few moments later, Luke flung his head back and gasped, his entire body jerking as the first spray of cum shot out from his crown at hit MJ’s chin.

The first, it would seem, of many.

Pete made sure to capture it all, zooming in as Luke’s entire body convulsed and he gasped with each ejaculation. MJ took it like a champ, biting her lip sexily and staring at her lover with a smouldering gaze as he showered her with his cum.

He’d only ever seen a load this grand before in porn, which was appropriate, he figured. Just when Pete thought he was finished, Luke would twitch or jerk again and another jet would blast his wife in the tits, face or chin.

Pete was as professional as his wife, getting as much footage as possible despite wanting nothing more than to whip his dick out and start jacking off to the sight of his wife - his sexy little porn star - covered in another man’s cum.

When he’d finally finished cumming, MJ raised her eyebrows and looked down at herself with a wry smile. ‘Is that it?’

Luke gaped at her, but before he could reply, both Pete and MJ broke, breaking out in hysterical giggles. It was a patently absurd thing to ask, his wife looked like she’d been bukaked on by a group of men. She looked like a glazed donut…

‘Holy shit!’ MJ wheezed, gazing down at herself in disbelief and reaching out to him, asking for a towel. ‘This is unreal.’

‘Sorry,’ Luke mumbled in embarrassment, ‘It’s…been a while for me…’

‘Don’t apologise,’ she said, waving him off with a big smile, ‘this is great! My fans are gonna love this!’

‘Honey, look at me,’ Pete instructed, having put the filming camera aside and pulling out his DSLR. His wife turned to him, cum streaking her face, neck and tits and smiled wide. Pete took several photos from myriad angles. ‘Wait, I have an idea, sit on Luke’s lap, Luke, grab her tits from behind.’

His wife’s eyes widened and she smiled deviously. ‘Oh, that’s an awesome idea!’

Luke looked between them in confusion, his energy slowly returning. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Teaser shots,’ MJ explained as she plopped herself down on his lap and wiggled her ass, looking over her shoulder at Luke naughtily as she did so. ‘Think of it like the cover of an old-school porn video, but it’s to give people a glimpse and entice them to buy.’

MJ turned back to him and smiled, reaching back to blindly grab Luke’s wrists and drag them to her tits. 

‘Rather than announce MJ will be acting with someone else for the first time, we’ll let the picture ignite their imagination.’ He peeked out from behind the lens and grinned at his buddy as he took a hold of the underside of MJ’s breasts, holding them up like his hands were scales. ‘Dunno if you’ve noticed, but I’m not black.’

His friend’s lips twitched. ‘I didn’t wanna say anything, but…’

They all giggled as Pete snapped some more photos. His favourite, and the one they’d likely end up using, was the one with his wife not smiling, but staring nonchalantly, almost imperiously at the camera, her upper body covered in cum and her tits being held up by a pair of hands most definitely not his own. He could just imagine MJ in the exact same pose on a throne, one leg crossed over the other, staring down at her subjects as if she were some kind of sexual goddess.

Put that one in the ideas folder…

After he’d snapped enough pictures, Pete passed his wife a towel and she wiped herself down. With her sitting in Luke’s lap and wriggling around like a menace, it was no surprise that his buddy was already hard and ready to go again.

‘We’ll give Luke some time to get hard again, I wanna get some shots of him sucking on your tits, honey,’ Pete instructed, setting up his equipment to capture the shot in the best light. Luke bit his lip with need, his eyes trailing down to his wife’s tits while MJ only stared back at him with a small grin and raised eyebrow.

‘Is this for the video, or for personal use?’ She teased him, but didn’t look offended or bothered. ‘Dirty boy.’

Pete froze and turned to look at them both, his head tilted in thought. ‘Both?’

MJ giggled and shook her head. ‘Figures.’

His wife laid out on the couch, her arms above her head and hanging over the edge. This left her breasts completely open for Luke’s appraisal, ripe for the plucking.

And pluck, he did. With his large frame draped over his wife’s body like a blanket, he cupped both of MJ’s heavy tits and, while holding them out to the camera for the best angle, bent down and started to lick and kiss her nipples. His large tongue bathed MJ with saliva, and his wife wiggled and moaned as she got off on having her sensitive teets stimulated.

What made the entire scenario even hotter for Pete was they’d both seemed to have lost all inhibitions. No longer was there any nervousness about being sexual with one another - his buddy was just treating his wife like a regular, unattached woman, and MJ was treating Luke like he was her lover.

Not only did it make the action hotter, but it made his guts churn and twist in a perverse, delicious mixture of jealousy and desire.

After getting several minutes-worth of footage of Luke playing with his wife’s tits, he had Luke sit up on the couch, his wife moulded to his side. With one hand gripping his towering, at-attention erection, MJ bent down and sucked one of his own dark nipples into her mouth.

It turned out Luke really liked having his own nipples played with too, a fact MJ exploited with glee. By the time they were done, Pete had several more minutes of footage of his wife suckling on the dark buds, one pale hand capping and rubbing his sensitive crown while the other cupped his heavy, still-inflated balls. 

It honestly looked a little absurd, like MJ was playing with a sack filled with two tennis balls.

Rather than go back to his wife in between Luke’s legs, they repositioned themselves in a sixty nine on the couch - MJ was supposed to be taken care of in this scenario, after all. It was a difficult scene to shoot with only one of him, and multiple points of interest, but Pete did his best.

His wife was on her hands and knees, her dripping pussy and cute rosebud right in Luke’s face. Pete got in real close so he could capture all the action.

Theoretically, MJ was supposed to be pleasuring Luke at the same time, but in reality she was just on her hands and knees, idle, and enjoying Luke playing with her. When done filming enough footage of Luke playing with his wife’s nethers, he’d go and film his wife playing with that massive cock, then splice the footage together to make it look simultaneous.

‘So pretty,’ Luke groaned, his huge hands gripping his wife’s cheeks and spreading them wide. Her tight pussy was directly in his face, her excitement dripping down onto his tongue.

Her pussy was not his first target, though.

Luke’s long, thick tongue slid out and instead of bathing her dripping womanhood, he slid it across her perineum.

‘Oooooh, dirty boy!’

Luke was lost in his own world though, his tongue licking her sensitive strip of flesh and circling her delectable rosebud. While he rimmed his wife, the hulking man once more slipped one of his thick digits into her womanhood, curling it so he was rubbing against the roof of her vagina.

‘Oh, oh, mmmm, so good, yessss.’

The key to selling this scene would be the way he spliced it together. He’d have to make sure to film some of her reactions from up close, and instead of using her vocal approval from this point of view, like the sounds of sexual pleasure she was currently making, he’d have to ADR her reactions from her point of view, and make it look like it was happening at the same time, her the same voice-over across two different shots.

Who’d have thought my film studies courses would come so in clutch when filming my wife’s pornos?

‘If you take it slow, you can put your tongue in her ass if you want. She really likes it,’ Pete whispered to Luke, realising his buddy might be holding back because they hadn’t covered any anal stuff beforehand. He wasn’t worried about ruining the shot, he’d have more than enough footage and could digitally remove his voice in post if he really needed to use this specific segment.

Showing that he was a quick learner, Luke didn’t show any outward recognition of having heard him. Rather, with his finger still buried inside MJ’s tight pussy, the tip of his tongue started to gently probe MJ’s asshole. His wife froze and let out a strangled, deep moan when the slippery appendage slid past the tight ring of muscle and into her warm, rear passage.

Having her ass and g-spot stimulated at the same time was working wonders on MJ, who was now bathing Luke in her juices once more. She was so wet Luke’s finger made audible squelching sounds - sounds he’d likely heighten in post - as it slid in and out of her.

Looking over at his wife, she had her eyes screwed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as she undulated her lower half, her movements like a sensual dance atop her lover.

Before going to shoot close ups of his wife, he’d made sure to get plenty of shots that encapsulated the entire scene too, the sight of MJ’s pale body laying atop Luke’s huge, dark one too titillating to pass up.

MJ finally came with a surprised shriek and deep groan, bathing Luke once more in her squirted release. She was quick to recover however, and Pete backed away so he could get some long, lingering shots of the two of them pleasuring each other from further away.

Satisfied, he set up once more right in his wife’s face, Luke’s towering erection taking up a not insignificant part of the frame.

‘Hey,’ he teased, as he set up his cameras.

MJ smiled back at him shakily. Though it strictly wasn’t necessary for Luke to keep pleasuring his wife, having already filmed all the footage he’d need, it was better than MJ needing to fake pleasure to sell the simultaneous sixty-nine, and, honestly, he wouldn’t begrudge his buddy further access to his wife’s body.

Especially when MJ was so enjoying his ministrations.

‘H-hey back,’ she greeted back. Her beautiful face was glistening in the light, a sheen of sweat coating her perfect skin, her cheeks flush.

‘Enjoying yourself?’ he teased, while blindly setting up his camera. There was something about seeing his wife’s face contort in pleasure when it wasn’t him giving it that turned him on like crazy. It was like seeing MJ at her most beautiful, from an even better angle than normal.

MJ bit her lip and smiled, arching her back as Luke continued pleasuring her. ‘Mhmm,’ she agreed. ‘Are you?’

‘I’m about to tear a hole through my jeans,’ he admitted with a bashful grin, and his wife’s deep, throaty chuckle didn’t exactly help matters.

‘You r-ready to film me sucking your friend’s huge, manly c-cock?’ she teased in a whisper, not that it mattered. Pete doubted Luke could make out what they were saying, so blissfully busy was he playing with his wife’s holes.

‘This is gonna be your hottest video yet,’ Pete promised. ‘I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now, I hope I can capture even a fraction of it on film…’

His wife’s teasing smile slipped away and she melted at his heartfelt words. With Luke’s towering cock in between them like a fleshy sequoia, MJ brushed it aside and pulled him in for a deep, lingering kiss.

MJ moaned into his mouth, no doubt a result of something Luke had done at her other end, and when she pulled away, she was smiling naughtily and biting her lip sexily. ‘I love you, Tiger.’

‘I love you more,’ he replied back. ‘Now, you ready to get that big thing in your mouth?’

His wife snorted and worked her jaw as if stretching it before a particularly difficult exercise.

‘I’ll give it a go.’

Pete’s cock throbbed  when, before he’d even started the camera rolling, MJ stuck out her tongue and ran it along Luke’s colossal length, her eyes locked on with and never leaving his own.

Jesus, she’s the sexiest woman alive…

With the camera finally rolling, his wife started exaggerating her reactions to Luke’s actions, her face nuzzling against his towering cock. She didn’t go right into it, allowing him a few minutes to capture footage of her enraptured expression.

Finally, while cupping his mighty balls, his wife started to bathe Luke’s shaft with her tongue, paying particular attention to his crown. This finally got a noticeable, audible reaction from her hulking lover, his hips thrusting up to meet her lips, his groans, rumbling like a subwoofer pumped up far too loud.

Pete couldn’t believe how hot he found it seeing his wife’s tongue worshipping the mighty phallus, the eagerness and excitement in her eyes as titillating as the action itself.

When she spread her lips wide and slid them over his crown, Pete made sure to capture everything. It was slightly odd from this angle, harder to get her boobs in on the action and even harder still to do the thing with her tongue that Pete so loved.

Still, with her mouth open wide and her lips sealed around his sensitive head, his wife pumped his colossal shaft with both of her hands, her eyes closed in bliss, her moans from Luke’s continued pleasuring muffled by his mighty tool.

His wife must have figured something out, because with only a slight shift forward and to the side, and an angling of Luke’s huge cock, her tongue had apparently found his frenulum, even at this odd angle. Luke’s reaction was instantaneous, and if MJ hadn’t been expecting it, potentially painful.

His buddy’s hips launched up against MJ’s mouth, desperately and nonsensically seeking more of what she was doing with her tongue. MJ rode his motions like a surfer rode a powerful tidal wave, her face scrunched up in a mixture of pleasure and concentration as her talented tongue worked overtime.

Pete was feeling a little flush himself watching all of this from behind the camera, he couldn’t imagine how his wife was feeling, experiencing it.

This time, Luke lasted much longer under the direct assault, and it wasn’t until one of MJ’s hands gripped his balls, he naughty fingers seeking his own hairy asshole did the hulking man let out a long, drawn out groan and erupt directly in his wife’s mouth.

Pete had a close-up view and video evidence of Luke’s mighty balls bouncing, his colossal shaft pulsing as he unloaded jet after jet of cum in his wife’s receptive mouth.

He kept the camera rolling and his lips sealed for as long as possible. Confident he had all the footage he’d need though, he urgently whispered to MJ not to swallow yet. She must have swallowed some, Luke’s loads were too… voluminous for her not to, but he didn’t need an entire load for what he had planned.

Untangling from the couch, he had both his wife and Luke stand as he pulled out his DSLR again.

‘Alright, Luke, stand behind her and wrap your arms around her, just under her breasts, that’s it,’ Looking through his lens, the frame captured the lower half of his wife’s face, her decolletage, her breasts and the two dark arms wrapping around her from behind. ‘Alright, MJ, hold your hands together, one over the other, make sure your wedding ring is visible…’

MJ giggled, already knowing where this was going - she knew his perverted mind too well at this point. Luke just stood there like a confused statue, watching the proceedings with a tired bemusement. If Pete’s guesses were correct, he silently suspected his friend had seen more action tonight than he had in a while.

The framing was perfect, MJ held her hands in front of her heavy chest, one over the other with her wedding ring stealing all the attention.

‘Alright honey, let his cum out slowly, like a blacksmith pouring out molten metal, that’s it, gooooood, make sure it pours all over your ring.’

‘I had no idea you were this messed up man,’ Luke marvelled, watching him with continued bemusement.

‘Quiet, I’m making us rich.’

Luke snorted and his wife’s giggles were muffled, but his attention was solely focused on getting the best shot possible.

The teasers were even more important than the porn themselves, in his opinion. While the video’s quality would dictate whether they’d earn a repeat customer, it was the teaser that made their horny customers dip their toes in the waters.

Pete was supremely confident in the quality of their product - his wife was the most beautiful woman in the world and he wasn’t too bad a director and editor either. So teasing them, making them want to make their first purchase was super important.

The two pictures they’d taken, and the clip he’d upload a week before the big release, would be more than enough to break their own records.

He hoped.

After they finished shooting, both MJ and Luke relaxed on the couches while Pete got them some leftovers and something to drink. They hadn’t bothered dressing, which he took as a win as it proved they were completely comfortable with one another, even in this casual setting when the sexual energy and tension had faded.

‘So…is that it?’

Pete snorted and MJ laughed, the motion causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly. While his wife and Luke were sexually satiated, Pete had never been more turned on in his life, his wife’s continued, naked presence not exactly helping matters.

They would be getting little sleep that night.

‘I’ll probably spend a week editing the footage, but yeah, the filming is done.’

There was a brief pause as his friend clearly had something on his mind, but he wasn’t sure if he should say it. When Pete just motioned him to get on with it, his friend shrugged a large, bulging shoulder.

‘I just though, well… we didn’t have sex… penetrative, I mean…’

Pete chuckled and MJ snorted and shook her head.

‘That was the plan,’ she admitted, before motioning between his legs. ‘But you know what they say, no plans survive contact with the enemy…’

‘Enemy?’ Pete joked, sending the confused Luke a cheeky wink. ‘That’s a bit harsh, you seemed pretty enamoured with it.’

MJ rolled her eyes, threw a pillow at him before turning to Luke with a kind smile. ‘Sex had obviously been the plan, but then you pulled that monster out. There’s no way I’m getting that thing inside me without some preparation.’

An awkward silence descended upon the room when the implication of MJ’s words settled in. Pete grinned at his friend, his eyebrows raised.

‘So, whaddaya say, big guy? Does my wife need to prepare herself for next time?’

Luke looked uncomfortable and shrugged. ‘I dunno,’ he admitted, looking over at MJ’s naked form regretfully, as if he was making a massive mistake. Pete suspected he’d been a little more desperate for some cash than he’d been letting on. 

He probably treated this as a one-time act of desperation, until he gets some work at his PI business…

They wrapped things up and both Luke and MJ dressed. It was so late, it was early, and Luke left, giving them both a bone-crushing hug, thanking them for the help he, Pete guessed, desperately needed.

When it was just the two of them, his wife eyed him coyly. ‘I dunno who’s more disappointed, me, or you…’

Pete snorted and, quicker than she could react, attacked his wife. She shrieked, laughing as he threw her over his shoulder and web-pulled himself first up to the second story landing, then straight into their bedroom.

By the time he threw her on the bed, he was naked and MJ’s robe was long discarded. He stroked his aching cock sparingly, afraid he’ll cum before he could even feel his wife’s deliciously tight, warm pussy.

It won’t be so tight and warm after Luke fucks her…

He stopped touching himself entirely, almost cumming on the spot with that naughty thought.

‘There’s no need to be disappointed,’ Pete replied in a deep, gravelly tone, his voice husky with need. ‘He’ll be back. You didn’t see what I saw, how hot your two looked together.’

His words were having an equal effect on his wife, who was biting her lip and massaging her breasts as she eyed his naked body and hard cock with desire. He joined her on the bed, lowering himself until his lips were pressed against her ear, his chest against hers.

‘That video is gonna make so much money,’ he purred, feeling his wife shiver below him. ‘When Luke sees the size of his payout from the royalties, he, and his huge cock will be back. Trust me.’

MJ whined, wrapping her arms and legs around his body as his gravelly voice caused her to shiver in delight from head to toe.

‘So you better start practising baby, buy the biggest dildo you can find - if they even make them that big.’ MJ was audibly panting now, rubbing and grinding her body against his and desperately trying to get his cock inside her. ‘Think up an even hotter scenario, honey, because next time, you’re gonna take that huge cock. He’s gonna loosen you so much you won’t even feel me anymore…’

When he finally sank his member inside her, MJ was so turned on she came instantly. Honestly, he wasn’t much better, pumping for less than a minute before his seed was filling her womb.

His orgasm was way stronger than normal, his vision whiting out as he unloaded hours of pent up sexual desire into the love of his life. Just as he was calming down though, he imagined the kind of load Luke would unload inside her, how much more cum those heavy balls would pump into his wife’s womb, the sight of it leaking out of her stretched and abused pussy.

He felt himself twitch and almost instantly get hard again. His wife gasped as she felt him rapidly thicken inside her, her eyes wide with surprise and delight.

He couldn’t wait to start editing the footage.

It would be his best work yet.