Paul, my husband, and I will travel to the States to visit an old friend of his. As we pack up the car, he proposes we make this time a little more than just a visit, and let’s have outside-the-box fun. I could bring along some of my sexy clothes and toys. That ruined my surprise; I had already packed them.
Paul tells how they had been inseparable, but his buddy got moved away for a job and later married; distance and time ensured they lost contact. A recent Facebook posting looking for information on a school reunion got them back together. I hadn’t seen my husband so excited since our youngest got married.
As the journey begins, Paul tells me they were like brothers growing up, doing all those things boys do. As they grew older, they started talking about girls and how excited they got just thinking of them. Eventually, they made comparisons, which led to sitting across from one another and stroking. He doesn’t mention if they went further, but I assume they continued to explore. They were inseparable, best friends, and he told me they were called the “Tag Team.”
I wanted him to know he still had a best friend, me. So, I reminded him of our adventures—the time he had me play a streetwalker or the strip poker game we hosted. As we talked about those adventures, we both were getting horny, so thinking to add a little kink, I say, “I wonder what it would be like to be a porn star." By now he’s staring at me; I see the hunger, and we’re still two hours away from his friend.
When we arrive at his friend’s house, Paul tells me that he’s recently divorced but is fine and got the house in the deal.
It’s a cute home, with three bedrooms, a living room, an eat-in kitchen, and I guess you would say a man cave in the basement. Paul introduces me to Bob; he seems nice but shy like he’s afraid of me for some reason; perhaps it’s memories of his marriage and divorce. Bob takes us to the guest room, and things couldn’t be better. A nice queen-sized bed, and right next to the bathroom, I’ve got it made.
It's been a wonderful visit so far. After a few glasses of wine, Bob and I became more comfortable with one another. As the wine flows, I pick up that Bob has become very comfortable around me and now reaches over, holds my hand, and tells me how nice it is that I have come to visit.
Bob tells us he knows of this nice Italian restaurant, and we make reservations for the evening. I run to the back, strip, grab a towel, and go to the shower to freshen up before the meal.
All clean I wrap the towel around myself and dash for the bedroom. I hear an intake of breath and see Bob standing down the hall, mouth open and staring. I laugh and say the shower was great as the towel slips a little, giving him a good view of my cleavage.
I like Bob and want to make an impression, so I change into a fishnet top, no bra, a white thong, tight yellow jeans, and three-inch heels. I think about it and add a light zip-up jacket over my fishnet so my breasts are covered, and they’ll let us into the restaurant.
Bob calls an Uber so we continue to enjoy our wine and not worry about driving. It’s a nice large car, so the three of us pile into the back; I’m in the middle.
When we get to the restaurant, the staff sees Bob and escorts us to a corner booth. It appears more secluded and away from the hustle and bustle of the restaurant, giving an elegant vibe and letting everyone know the guests are special. Candles burn in the center of the table, giving a pleasing glow to the shadow-heavy area.
Bob has already ordered for us, and waiting are two bottles of red on the table. The appetizer appears: a platter of Mediterranean-style baked oysters. We laugh and chat away, enjoying a traditional-style Italian meal. Often the two boys discuss their past together, but I am not upset; the waiter is paying special attention to me and how my zipper has somehow gotten low enough to provide a nice view.
We enjoy our time, eating our fill, and drinking too much, but it’s now time to move on. We agree we should return to the house. I look at the boys and say before we go, and with a glance at Angleo, our waiter, that I need to use the ladies' room. I stand, and Angleo escorts me to the ladies' room.
Walking down the hallway, I feel an arm go around my waist. I look over, and he’s all smiles and says, “May I please just have a nice look at your breasts? You have been teasing me all evening.”
I am a tease, but he’s been so nice I say, “I will, but let us wait until we get to the bathroom.” He opens the door, and we both step in.
I slowly unzip, and he says, “Oh my, those are so pretty, and your nipples look so good; may I have just a taste?”
I’m so horny I am about to strip naked and fuck him on the spot, but I know they are waiting, so I pull up the fishnet, take his head, pull it to my breast, and say, "Suck, but only for a short time, and you must do both.”
My nipples grow as he sucks, it feels so good. I can’t help myself and reach down, finding his wonderfully hard cock, and I grab it. It feels so nice in my hand. I open his zipper, and he pops out, dropping to my knees, and first suck his head, then down his shaft until I feel his hair on my nose. I can’t resist; I swallow and fuck him with my mouth. In less than a minute, Angleo is panting and moaning, and then he releases into my mouth and down my throat.
I feel so much better, and I do believe Angleo feels the same. I straighten up, adjust my top, and tell Angleo I still have to pee, go outside, and wait for me.
As we walk back, Angleo has a big smile, and the boys are pointing at me and laughing. That’s when I notice my jacket is open and my breasts are on display for everyone to see.
Paul walks up, puts his arm around me, turns to Angleo, and says, “Thank you, Angleo; I will handle it from here.” With that, he pulls my jacket back and walks me out of the restaurant.
An Uber is waiting for us, but before we all jump in, I take off my jacket. Bob stares while hubby laughs out loud and tells Bob, “That’s my girl, not shy at all.”
In the back seat, we just continue to talk away, and I feel Hubby rub my leg, inching up towards my pussy. While he’s doing that, my other leg is getting the same treatment, and the bullets pointing out of my fishnet let them both know I am appreciating the attention.
We arrive back at Bob’s house, and as we climb out of the car, I feel a hand rub my ass, and it certainly isn’t my husband, such fun. We all sit around the kitchen table, having a few more glasses, while Bob continues to gawk at my top. It’s been a nice day so far.
The talk moves to sex and then to porn sites and how chatting can be so stimulating and erotic. They didn’t have to do much convincing to get me to agree to play in a chat room.
Hubby suggests that I change my top, saying, “It’s easier to flash if you have a top that pulls apart versus pulling it over your head. I run into the bedroom, find my tight-fitting open-front sweater, put it on, and button the one button in the front.
The boys are already downstairs, giggling like small children when I walk in. The video camera is on and Bob’s favorite porn site. I sit down and immediately attract all kinds of attention; this is a very active chatroom. The more I chatted, the more worked up I’m getting.
I had not opened up any of the viewer's cameras, even though a number had asked me to. A man, calling himself "Shadow," convinces me to view. It’s an incredible, awesome man completely naked with a sweet, hard cock. He tells me that just watching and chatting with me has gotten him so hard.
As I watched this hot man stroke, I fell in love watching him. He’s pumping so nicely, and I even see his cum moving down his shaft.
Yes, I am so turned on. I reach up and unbutton my sweater, and the girls are free. As soon as he sees them, he orgasms; stream after stream of sweet man’s milk goes everywhere.
Just being in chat, exposing myself to so many strangers, and his orgasm has me soaking my thong. It’s unreal how horny I have become.
This continues with several men showing up and stroking for me. I’m getting hot, so my heels and jeans disappear. I sit in my thong and open my sweater, watching all these hot men chatting, telling me how much they want me.
I’m on my fifth man masturbating, just for me, when I notice hubby has the camera out and is making a video of me playing. Bob sitting across from me has a bugle in his pants, which he keeps rubbing.
One of the chatters suggests I remove my sweater. I can’t think of anything better, so I slip it off. Now I sit on camera, topless, pulling my nipples, and naked except for my thong.
My new chatroom friend is stroking faster. My excitement levels increase, and I reach out to Bob. He comes over; I loosen his pants and take his hard cock out. My new chat friend blasts cum everywhere watching me mall this new cock.
I stand up and begin to push my thong down. I want everyone to see my smooth pussy. As I push my thong down, Bob steps behind me, wraps his arms around me, and pushes me down into the chair. I look over, and hubby is setting the video camera on a tripod. When it’s set, he pulls my thong down and off.
I turn my head back towards Bob; his cock is on my lips, and I feel another set of hands rubbing my cunt.
Hands grip my head, and Bob’s cock pushes against my mouth. At the same time, a mouth works my pussy, and then my clit is sucked. I open my mouth and moan. That is when Bob slides his hard cock over my tongue.
Bob begins to face-fuck me, while Paul has his mouth on my clit and two fingers inside me, making little question marks.
They slow, and I hear, "Now,” and they shift positions. Bob is sucking my clit and fingering me while Paul has slid his cock in and begins to face fuck me.
It was like they were back in school teaming together to get the prize; obviously, I’m the prize. They’re working me hard, and I understand what they meant about Tag Team in their younger days.
Bob moves his finger from my pussy and slowly pushes into my ass. His tongue and mouth continue to work my clit and his finger is in my ass. I feel my first orgasm rushing up to meet me. I open wide to scream and feel Paul sliding into my throat, and his balls are now bouncing off my chin.
They pause to let me catch my breath. Then stand me and turn me around, and the next I know I am on my hands and knees.
Bob once again gives me his cock to suck. Paul is standing behind me, and I feel him sliding his hardness toward my pussy, rubbing up and down my soaked pussy.
I’m so wet he slides in with no resistance. I moan once again, and Bob fills my mouth with his cock. There it is; I’m being spit-roasted by them, and it feels good as they both fuck me.
The boys give each other a "Yahoo." Paul tells Bob, “Pull out; I want her to see this,” he does, and I look around confused.
Paul continues to slowly fuck me. I see Bob’s cock inches from my mouth. Paul says, “Do you remember on the trip down you said you wondered what it was like to be a porn star? Well, Babe, look at the computer; you are a star.”
I can’t believe it, but we’ve been live in the chat room for all of this. I’m not sure, but I think close to 100 viewers watched me be spit-roast.
They continue to use me for the camera; I must have orgasmed four additional times. They come in my mouth, my pussy, and they have a go at my ass too. I don’t understand, but they never seemed to soften.
After two hours of continuous fucking, I tell them I need some rest.
It’s the next morning, and after sleeping between the two of them all night, Paul tells me they had planned this and had taken those blue pills when I went to the bathroom in the restaurant.
It appears my fantasy of being a porn star has been fulfilled, but the question now is, what should I do with the offers I am getting to star in a movie?
