Our Film Night

OUR FILM NIGHT.

Tara and I have been married for just over five years. We were both a little late in the marriage stakes, not walking down the aisle until we were in our late thirties, but that simply made our relationship all the more secure. We can, and we do, discuss pretty much anything together knowing that we won't judge each other on past mistakes. It was this easy openness that allowed Tara to tell me something one evening that was to have a massive impact on our lives together.

It seems that at one time she had dreamed of becoming a porn star. The idea of having sex and getting paid for it had appealed to her. Fortunately she talked to a woman who had done just that and she learned that not all, if any, of the orgasms shown are for real and the whole thing is a lot more sordid and a lot less glamorous than she'd believed. It must be said though that she had the looks for it, being tall and slim with curly blonde hair and legs to die for, and most important of all beautifully full firm boobs. Her face carries a kind of innocence that would have gone down well in the porn world but which totally belies the raw sexuality that she displays in the bedroom. She's open to trying pretty much anything and we have a wonderfully adventurous sex life. If she had entered the porn industry she would have certainly been a star. My only complaint, if that's what you can call it, is that she was slightly subservient by nature and never wanted to take the lead. But most of the time I had enough imagination for both of us and she was more than willing to comply.

She first told me about her former fantasy of being filmed as we lay naked side by side one time after a full on couple of hours in the bedroom, and so I just lay there and listened and let the admission sink in while I got my breath back. Then of course I wanted to know more about it. The first question I asked was the obvious one -- 'why?'

She shrugged, 'I've always been a bit of a show off and I suppose I liked the idea of being watched having sex and getting paid for it at the same time.'

We talked a whole load more about it. 'And you would have been okay with whatever was wanted?' I asked. 'I mean, you know what it's like, you could have been required to do pretty much anything with anyone, perhaps with an ugly, smelly man or even another woman.'

'Yes, I know, but at first you only see the glamour and the potential for both money and pleasure. You know me, I'll try most things anyway, and yes, even though I'm not that way inclined, I'd probably have done it with another girl if I had to. I know better now of course, I know the adult film industry a lot more sleazy than I imagined, but even now it's still there at the back of my mind that I'd like to be filmed getting laid.'

That was the bit that made me sit up and take notice, the fact that she still wanted to watch herself having sex. 'You still fancy doing a sex film?' I asked in surprise.

'Yes, although not in the professional sense now, my job would be on the line. But yes, I'd like to do it, even if it could never get shown.' Tara is an assistant head of department at the local college and the first sniff of an indiscretion would see her very rapidly become unemployed.

'Who with?' I asked, not quite sure what answer I wanted to hear. My cock was beginning to stir again, both from the conversation we were having and from the image running through my mind of watching a video of Tara fucking someone -- anyone - else.

'I'm not really sure.' She frowned as she answered me. 'I mean, porn actors have to do it with whoever the director tells them to, and they have to separate that from their real life relationships. I guess I'd have to be the same. In fact the idea of a partner I didn't choose appeals in a silly sort of way.'

She was discussing it far more seriously than I'd expected her to, and I was reacting for more positively than I should have. I had to admit it to myself, I liked the idea. Tara grinned as she glanced down at my cock straightening itself to lay vertically against my stomach.

'It's getting to you, isn't it? You'd actually enjoy watching me, wouldn't you?'

'Would you genuinely enjoy doing it?' I countered eventually. 'Having sex with a stranger on film?'

'I asked first.' She was still smiling at my cock as it betrayed me by lengthening and lifting its head from my stomach. Not a bad feat considering what we'd been doing only a short time before.

I didn't know how to answer her. I mean, how the hell can you admit to your beautiful wife that you'd love to watch her opening her legs to another man. I didn't even know why the idea was so appealing, it absolutely shouldn't have been. Thinking about it later I can only come to the conclusion that it would partly be because she wanted to be a porn star and I wanted her to fulfil her fantasy, but mainly from a sense of pride, showing off to the ultimate what a beautiful and sexy wife I'd got. I wanted the other guy to be jealous because although he might have her once, I can have her whenever I want and he'll know how good she is. Looking down at my treacherous cock all I could do was to nod and acknowledge. 'I think I would.'

'So would I.' She breathed excitedly. 'Would you like to do the filming?'

I didn't even have to think about that. 'Yes.' I told her simply.

We lay there silently digesting the revelations until she suddenly lifted herself onto one elbow and looked across at me. 'So how are we going to arrange it then?'

It wasn't until later that I realised how easily we had accepted that my wife would star in a homemade porn movie that I would film with a partner as yet unspecified, and neither of us had batted the proverbial eyelid. At the time I simply turned towards her and idly played with her nipples while we tried to decide how to proceed. We both knew that it would have to be very carefully organised, if only because of Tara's work.

There were two ways we could approach it. We could either make it ourselves and for our eyes only or we could have her wear some kind of disguise with a different partner and then post it anonymously on the internet for anyone to see. It was the second option that appealed to both of us - but who with. We realised almost immediately that we couldn't approach any of our friends to star with her because we simply couldn't rely on their discretion. Nor could we easily advertise for a stranger to join in for much the same reason. We finally came to the reluctant conclusion that we'd have to make do the first option and just film ourselves making love. Not exactly what we had in mind but at least we'd be sure of secrecy and at least it would go part way satisfying her porn film dream.

So we got hold of a decent camera and set it up in the bedroom with the bed squarely in the middle of its viewfinder ready for when we next felt in the mood, which of course that was almost immediately because the idea of being filmed turned us both on. I have to admit that we had a fantastic session, turned on by the camera and doing all sorts of things to each other just because we knew that it was all being recorded. Conscious of the camera we moved into all sorts of unlikely positions, glancing up to make sure we were in frame. Then later that evening we watched it back, grinning like kids at the idea of what we were going to see. Well, we saw it. We watched ourselves making love, going down on each other, playing with each other and then finally seeing Tara getting fucked, just as she wanted. But, oh boy, were we disappointed.

It just didn't work. We saw ourselves looking round all the time to make sure we were in camera shot, contorting ourselves to make sure we were and then stopping and reorganising if we weren't. It was so contrived that it almost put us off totally. After we'd watched it we both shrugged to each other and deleted it. But that wasn't the end of it. We tried again, this time ignoring the camera altogether, just doing what came naturally and enjoying ourselves. That didn't work for us either. We found that the single stationary camera angle couldn't and didn't catch half the pleasure we were having. The sight of a male behind bobbing up and down between a pair of splayed out female legs is nothing without the context of penetration, and we could see neither my cock nor her pussy, let alone one entering the other.

We tried a couple more times, but we were never happy with the results. The only time the film was at all erotic was one evening when I filmed Tara bringing herself off. We've watched that film many times together since and it's never failed to get us going. What made that so much better was the fact that I could control the camera, changing the angle, zooming in or pulling out to get the most erotic shots. She began by holding herself open to the camera, letting me zoom in for a close up of her clitoris peeping out from under its hood, red and shiny and engorged ready for action. Then I filmed her fingertips stroking that little button, slowly and very gently at first but then progressively more firmly as she got increasingly turned on. Soon I was able to zoom out to include her closed eyes and contented smile, with her free hand mauling her breast and tugging at her nipple, while still keeping her pussy in the shot.

It wasn't long before her hips began to gently gyrate and she took her hand from her breast and twisted her body slightly to push it under her thigh to reach her pussy from below. I'd see her reach this point many times, although never in front of a camera, and I knew that she was getting close. I zoomed back in for a close up as two fingers from one hand investigated her vagina, the sounds of her wetness coming clearly through the microphone, and as she rubbed harder and harder at her clit with the other. I could hear her sharp little gasps that became louder and more insistent until finally she simply pressed her fingers as hard as she could against her clit, holding them there even as she rammed two more fingers deep inside herself. I loved watching that and so did Tara when we played it back afterwards. She hadn't realised quite how hard she had pressed her fingers onto herself or how fiercely she had rammed her fingers into her pussy.

'My god,' She gasped. 'Do I always do it like that?'

'Oh yes.' I grinned, rewinding the recording a little to watch her climax again. 'Almost always.'

'Then what am I like when I get fucked?' She asked, her eyes wide, still amazed at her own passion. The static camera we'd tried on ourselves hadn't revealed anything like as much intensity as that.

'Maybe one day we'll find out.' I replied, the idea of watching another man taking her jumping back to the front of my thoughts. I was convinced now that we really had to try and make it happen. Option two was back on the cards. 'We've got to find you another partner so that I can make a proper film of it.'

'Yes, and if we do we'll have to post it online.' Her face lit up at the idea. She was still clearly just as turned on by the idea of starring in her own porn film as I was by the thought of filming it. But then she sighed. 'But I don't see how.'

'Nor do I.' I shrugged my shoulders even as I tried desperately to come up with a solution. 'You'd have to wear some kind of disguise if we're going to put it online.' I decided, going back to what we'd said before. 'It would only take one kid's parent to see it and you'd be in real trouble.'

'I wouldn't have to wear too much of a disguise though. I mean they could only recognise my face, they haven't seen anything else.' She giggled. 'Not yet anyway.'

'That's true.' I brightened a little at that. 'A long dark wig to hide your hair and one of those filigree masks would probably do it.'

I could see Tara turning the idea over in her head. 'Yes.' She said finally. 'Nobody knows what I look like naked and so a wig and a mask like that would do, and then if anybody thinks it's me I reckon it would be deniable.'

'Now all we have to do is find you a partner.' I told her, and that of course is where we ran into the next stumbling block. We were back to square one. We tried every way we could think of, but we came up blank. We even tried advertising online for a partner, but as soon as we said we were going to post it they either shied away or wanted paying, and paying well. Eventually we just bought the wig and the mask, along with a black executioner's style half-hood in case we found her a shy partner, then made sure we always kept them with us and relied on fate to do the rest.

That's how things were left, an idea on the back burner looking for a chance to be fulfilled. Or at least, that's how it was until we took our summer break a month or so ago. We'd spent a week by a lake three hundred miles or so north of our home and on the way back we decided that, instead of doing the drive all in one go and arriving home late and tired, we'd take it easy and spend the night in a motel, finishing the journey home the following day. So we found a place and booked in before we went to a nearby restaurant for a meal and to relax.

It was a comfortable sort of place, good food without being what you might call expensive 'fine dining', and it seemed to also act as a bar for local people. We had our meal and relaxed in our seats to finish with a coffee. That was when Tara spotted a guy sitting on his own at a nearby table, diagonally facing her but over my shoulder as far as I was concerned.

'You see that guy over there?' She asked after a few minutes, leaning forward to keep her voice down. I took a discreet look. He was probably in his late twenties, tall and muscular, fair-haired but well-tanned, The sort of look that comes from a hardworking outdoor life. He was on his own and he was playing with a drink of some description, looking slightly peeved.

'I see him, why?' I asked.

'Well, while we were eating he kept looking at the door and then at his watch. I think he's been stood up.'

'Ok, so I sympathise.' I shrugged, not seeing any big deal in his misfortune.

'Well,' Tara giggled. 'The thing is, ever since we sat back he's been trying to look up my skirt.'

'Now I can't blame him for that, can I?' I told her, wondering if I should be amused or annoyed.

'But.' She went on, cocking her head questioningly to one side. 'Do you remember anything about a certain film we wanted to make? If you do, what do you think about trying to persuade him to star in it?'

I just sat there for a minute or two, just speechless. Of course I remembered, but to be suddenly confronted with the possibility of making it a reality was a bit of a shock. Tara sat quietly, waiting for my reply.

'You fancy him, don't you?' I asked needlessly.

'Oh yes, wouldn't you if you were a woman. And he's certainly eying me up.'

'So what do you want to do?' I asked, still thrown. 'You can't just go across and ask him.'

'No, but what I'll do is let him see a bit more under my skirt and see how he reacts, especially if he realises I'm deliberately letting him see.'

'Ok.' I croaked, my voice suddenly tight with excitement as I tried to remember where I'd stowed the camera. I knew we had it because we'd brought it with us to film some red squirrels while were on holiday, and we always took Tara's wig and the masks. 'Take it easy,'

'I know, softly softly catchee monkey.' She shifted slightly in her seat, turning slightly towards him and, I assumed, spreading her knees a few inches.

'Is he looking?' I asked, eager to know.

'Yes, but he's pretending not too.' She moved to let him see a bit further.

She did this a couple more times until I could see one knee sticking out into the space between the rows of tables. I knew then that he must now be able to see right up her legs to her panties.

'He's looking a bit worried now.' She smiled at me. 'I think he knows I'm doing it on purpose, but he's not sure if you realise it or not. Let me show him a bit more.' With that she opened her legs as wide as the conditions would allow, smiling openly in the man's direction. 'Do you want to visit the restroom?' She suggested. 'That would give me chance to let him know what's happening.'

'Yes, all right, and I'll take my time.' I deliberately slid from my seat without looking across at Tara's target, and made my way to the toilets. I needed to go anyway and so I took my time with it, washing my hands slowly afterwards and then adjusting my clothing more than was strictly necessary. I stayed there another few minutes, gazing into the mirror and seeing a man bright eyed with excitement at the prospect of filming his wife having sex with another man - if it all panned out that is.

When I finally made my way back to the dining area I was surprised to see Tara sitting at the man's table, facing him and obviously deep in conversation. He watched me approaching a little suspiciously, but he didn't seem too concerned, probably, I figured, because he could tell that I'd be no match for him if it got rough. He could easily put me down with one punch. I slid into a seat next to Tara and waited for her to tell me how things were going. She looked up and grinned.

'Hello darling.' She greeted me, introducing me to her new companion. 'This is Brett. Brett, meet my husband Matt.'

Brett looked at me a little hesitantly. 'Hi.'

'Brett's date has stood him up.'

'That's a shame.' I commented, not meaning a word of it. 'So that's left you at a loose end then?'

'Matt, I've told Brett what we're doing here.' Tara giggled nervously. 'I asked him if he liked what he saw.' She glanced down at her skirt. 'And he said he did. So then I asked him if he's like to see a bit more? And he said he would.' She took a deep breath, looking across the table at an equally nervous Brett. 'Then I asked him if he's like to do more than just look, and he said he wanted to know what you'd think, so tell him it's fine by you will you, please darling.'

I figured the best thing to do was to be blunt about it. 'Yes, it's fine by me.' I told him, adding. 'I like the idea of watching her getting fucked by another man.'

He looked at me as if he thought I was crazy, perhaps I am. 'Has she told you that we want to film it?'

His eyebrows shot up.

'Ah, so she hasn't. Would that bother you?'

He didn't answer. I could see his mind turning it over, and I could also see pure lust reflected in his eyes. 'You wouldn't be involved, would you?' He asked finally.

I smiled, I knew then that it was going to happen, now to tell him the rest. 'No, I promise you that, only as the cameraman. But we are thinking of posting the film online.'

His eyebrows shot up again. I could see the battle that was going on in his mind, common sense was saying one thing but his cock was saying another.

'But if you're worried about being recognised we've got one of those executioner's half hoods you can wear as a disguise.'

Another silence, and then 'You're on.'

'Then let's go back to our room, we're in the motel down the road.' We paid the bill, I paid Brett's too, and stood to make our way out. Tara smiled at me and pointed surreptitiously at Brett's crotch. A large bulge showed that he was more than willing.

Not a word was said by any of us as we walked back to the motel, we were all lost in thought. I just hoped that everyone else's thoughts were as erotic as mine. I think Tara's were, she took my hand as we walked along and gave it a quick squeeze, glancing across and smiling at the same time. At least the quiet allowed me to remember exactly where I'd put the camera.

Nobody spoke, not even when we reached our motel room, and for a minute or two we all stood there looking at each other, until I managed to break the silence.

'Would anyone like a drink?' I asked. 'Or shall we....?' I let the question finish itself.