My wife Donna and I have a full and vibrant sex life, that leaves us both completely satisfied and happy. With no complaints.
But one night we got into a "is there one thing you'd like to do that we haven't done yet?" discussion. And after hemming and hawing around, Donna finally admitted that she'd always had a fantasy to be in a porn movie. And I said that I'd always thought it would be hot to MAKE a video like that - of her and another man.
So we started talking about the possibility.
One one side, I was an amateur videographer who'd made several short films about a variety of subjects, and I'd always thought about doing a porn flick. On the other side, Donna was a beautiful, sexy and desirable 31 year old blonde, with pale blue eyes, an angel face, a pair of perfect, full 38-D breasts with pale-pink, silver dollar-sized areolas, a killer body, and an insatiable appetite for sex.
She never failed to turn men's head when she walked by them, and she really enjoyed wearing tight, revealing outfits that showed a lot of cleavage when we went out to bars together. And I frequently heard men - who didn't know I was her husband - say things like "Damn, that is some nice pussy!" - or "I'd pay to fuck that bitch"- or "Man, that chick makes my dick hard just from looking at her".
So over the next couple of days we worked out a plan: I would film it, and she would star in it.
First off, I installed a half dozen hidden cameras around our recreation room that I could monitor and control from a room in the basement (and make sure the guy didn't get out of hand.
But who would the other man be?
"It has to be a stranger," she said. "I don't want it to be anyone we know."
"I agree," I said. "How about if you dress up in one of your "knock 'em dead" outfits, and we got out to a bar across town - where we don't know anyone - and you pick out a guy you like, and I tell him the deal and see if he's interested?"
"What would you tell him?"
"The truth," I said. "I'd tell him my wife and I want to make a porno movie with her and a stranger, and we need a stranger. Would he be interested?
I don't think many would turn down that opportunity."
"Wouldn't it be better if they didn't know it was being taped - and didn't know you were watching? I think most guys would be intimidated by that."
"Okay. You're right. So how about if we drive separately, and go out to a bar, and sit separately. And you pick out a guy, and give me a sign that he's "it", and I come home and get set up, and then you bring him back here and let nature take it's course? "
She grinned. "Sounds like a plan to me,"
So that's what we did. I rigged up a hidden microphone and camera in a little purse she could carry to record the action at the bar - and we went to a place called "Smokey's Country-Western Bar" (because Donna decided that she'd like a "a young cowboy").
