The sound of the trash truck clanging and beeping its way down the street heralded a new day. Mornings have a sound all their own. The breaking dawn was peeking through the blinds as I watched Lexi, so peaceful in her sleep - a stark contrast from what happened yesterday. I couldn't sleep last night, thinking about how our lives were seemingly spiraling out of control. How could I have let it progress to this point, and what, if anything, could I do to stop it?

I keep going over it all in my mind. Even though the events of the past few days appeared to progress rapidly, this whole scenario was actually years in the making. We both had fantasized about Lexi becoming a ‘hot wife’ for a very long time. However, I didn't seriously consider any of it would have actually come to fruition. Neither she nor I were bold enough on our own to have taken our role-play beyond the bedroom.

It was only after Henry started working at Lexi’s firm that all this transpired. He aggressively pursued my wife, and seemed to know all the right buttons to push. It was as if he had planned exactly what to say and do. Had I been more cautious, we wouldn't be facing this dilemma today.

Oh, we were not so foolish as to believe there weren't risks involved. Accepted wisdom says that an open marriage doesn't work, but we couldn't just watch the flame of our desires, that once burned so brightly, flicker and die. I couldn't bear the thought of us growing old, regretting that we did nothing to restore the passion we once shared.

Lexi’s encounter with Henry led to the most unbelievable sex either one of us had in a very long time. However, our elation was dampened quickly after we saw the secret video he recorded, leaving us both feeling violated and betrayed.

Last night, we sat in stunned silence after watching her surprise video debut. This whole thing blindsided us. Henry threatened to send video copies to our family and her employer, if she didn't agree to perform in more of his amateur productions. Would he actually follow through on his threat? If so, what could we say or do? That video left no doubt that she wasn’t forced.

As we viewed the video, Lexi’s expression was bordering on rage. She always wrinkles her forehead when she stressed about something. She just sat there staring into space, thinking.

I finally broke the silence, asking, “Hun, what are you thinking we should do?”

“Alan, this would kill my dad. You know how sick he is. His heart couldn't handle it. I'd fuck a hundred guys before I'd jeopardize his life.”

“Yeah, I didn't see this coming. My gut reaction tells me we should not knuckle under to his demands, but I have no clue what other options we have.”

“Henry said in the video this was your decision to make, Alan, but it was never yours to make. I am not someone's property to be bartered over. I'll be upstairs taking a hot bath. I need some time to think about all this. If he calls, I'll answer.”

~oOo~

Several hours passed. I was working in the garden, half-heartedly, when the phone rang. There was this hollow feeling in my gut, as I waited for Lexi to answer.

“Henry, this is Lexi.”

“You ready for us?”

“No, I'm not! Listen to me, buster. I am not ever going to be ordered around by you. I'm not yours to do with as you please. And... If you release that video to anyone, I'll sue your ass off. I can't believe you're pulling this shit on me after the time we had together.”

“Calm down. You gotta understand. This is just business.”

“Wouldn’t you think that asking me first might have been a better approach?”

“I kinda thought you'd never go for it. I was thinkin' you needed some incentive.”

“So… if I did what you want, I would want certain conditions. Can you deal with that?”

“Hell yes! Actually, all we do is first-time videos. The old, rehearsed plastic porn-star vids don't sell no more. Real, first-time amateur is the ticket. Do this last one and you're off the hook, unless of course, you're gonna want more.”

“Actually, there is a lot to discuss before I agree to anything.”

“Okay… like what?”

“As I said, I'm no porn actress. If we do this, it will be on my terms. I have several demands.”

“Demands?”

“Yes! First of all, I want my face obscured on the original video, and any future one also. I need to protect my identity, for my family and job.”

“Done! No problem. In fact, I already did that. It gives a sense of realism.”

“Plus... it will cost you three thousand for the rights, not the two you proposed. Just so you know, you broke about a dozen laws recording this without my permission. And... if you sell it across state lines, that's a federal crime."

"What? Three thousand?! No fucking way!”

“That’s your choice. Then I'll see you in court. Bye!”

“Wa… Wait! Don't go. Okay, okay. Three grand. But you gotta do the new video with me and the boys, or no deal.”

“I've never ever considered group-sex. How many guys are you proposing?”

“Well, there's just me, and Long John, so far.”

"Hahaha, are you serious? Long John? You gotta be kidding.”

“That’s a stage name. You're gonna find out why he picked it.”

“Okay, here's the deal: I want three thousand for the shoot, and one thousand extra for each guy.”

“Shit, woman!... I know better than to do this, but we've got a deal. Save some of that fire for later. We'll be there in an hour.”

“Make it two hours.” She hung up the phone.

“You’re seriously going through with this?” I asked.

“Alan, I really don't know what other option I have. At least we can make the best out of a bad situation.”

I couldn't believe all this was happening. I just stood there in disbelief, as she scampered up the stairs to get ready. This whole thing seemed to me to be a disaster in the making.

~oOo~

It was about a quarter to seven when I heard cars pull into the drive-way. I put my cup on the counter, and peeked out the rain-streaked kitchen window. There was a dark Mercedes and a unmarked Astro van.

The door on the driver's side opened, and a leg appeared in a cowboy boot. When he finally emerged from the car, I recognized him from the video. It was Henry. After briefly talking with the van driver, he headed for the front door. Henry was dressed in a fashionable blue-grey overcoat.

“Hun, he's here!” I shouted up to Lexi.

“Talk to him. I'll be down in ten,” she shouted back.

There was a light rapping on the door. I looked at my watch. He was thirty minutes early. I unlatched the door and opened it. Standing in front of me was the man that screwed my wife just two nights before. We paused, each evaluating the other.

“Hi, I'm Henry, …but I guess you know that,” he said, extending his right hand. I was amazed that he was shorter than me, at around five-ten, in his boots. He seemed so much taller in the video, compared to Lexi.

“I'm Alan, and I'd guess you know that too. You're a bit early. Lexi is upstairs, getting ready. Come on in out of the rain. Can I get you something to drink?” I firmly shook his hand.

“Sure, I'll take a glass of water, if you don't mind. I'm here a bit early, so we can iron out the details before the fun begins.” He pulled up a chair at the dining table.

I handed him the water, thinking how weird this was, talking to a stranger about him fucking my wife. I knew he could feel my tension, but I tried my best to conceal it. I was thinking about how to maintain my composure and appear calm, but my guts were churning like a washing machine.

“First of all, here is the edited video - just as she requested, and the cash.” He opened the briefcase and pushed an envelope toward me.

“I have to be honest, I never could understand the mind of a Cucky,” he said, looking at me in the eyes.

“That's because I'm no Cuck,” I stated, emphatically.

“Oh, but you are! When you sent your wife out for me to fuck, you fully earned that title.”

“Screw you!” I replied, with a glare.

“Calm down! Lexi told me this was your fantasy too. I’d bet you're hard right now, just thinking about it.”

I glared at him, saying nothing, mad at myself, as I felt my cock stiffen.

“So, what are you boys talking about?” Lexi asked, coming down the stairs, dressed in tight shorts and a sexy, purple v-neck blouse that revealed ample cleavage.

“We're just talking about how lovely you look,” Henry replied, and stood to greet her.

“Is that right, Alan?”

“Sure, that's exactly what we were discussing,” I lied. “Henry brought the payment.” I pushed the manila envelope toward her.

Lexi grinned, as she walked toward the table and paused to kiss Henry. It was more than just a peck on the lips, as they lingered. Then, Lexi tore the folder open and pulled out stacks of hundreds, and what appeared to be a contract.

“There is eight grand here. I only asked for three.”

"The three you asked for, and tonight's in advance. Plus, the standard release forms. And... Just so you know… I was prepared to go higher,” he laughed.

Lexi carefully read over the contract in detail.

“I think you'll find this in order. Do you need a pen?”

Silently, she carefully signed each page, and then handed him back the pen and papers.

“It all looks in order. What's next?”

“What's next… is that you get fucked… A lot!” he chuckled.
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“I know that! I mean, do we follow you to your studio?”

“Actually, we will be shooting right here at your place. That makes it more authentic.” He walked to the front door and waved at the van.

~oOo~

Within minutes, there were people carrying steel cases of equipment into the house.

I stood in the kitchen, watching Henry directing where everything went, and not quite believing all this was going on. What a difference a couple days make. I knew our lives would never be the same again.

An older woman approached, and asked, “Are you the husband?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I need to see your wife. Where is she?”

“I think I saw her go upstairs,” I replied.

“We need to get her in makeup.” She scurried off up the stairs.

Henry brought over a big guy, wearing a tight, white t-shirt, accentuating his rippled, muscular frame.

“I'd like you to meet Long John. He's an actor, and also my production assistant. I hope you don't mind, but we're gonna rearrange your bedroom some. We’ll put it back after the shoot.” He looked like he could care less what I answered.

After about ten more minutes, I reluctantly made my way to the master bedroom. The hall was crowded with the storage boxes and camera equipment. When I entered, the bedroom was indeed rearranged.

Henry saw me enter and said, “Sit in the chair in the corner. You'll have a great view of all the action from there. I think your wife is about ready. I know I am.” He chuckled, and squeezed his dick through his trousers.

Reluctantly, I sat in the chair. It occurred to me that I've owned this stuffed chair for at least ten years, and this was the first time I'd sat in it. It was usually the place I tossed my clothes. I was churning inside. Even though I had seen her have sex on tape, I'd never considered watching it happen live... and in my own bedroom too.

After a couple minutes, Lexi came out of our bathroom, wrapped in a terry cloth robe, and escorted by the makeup lady. She looked at me and smiled, a kind of nervous, forced smile.

“Ok, listen up! We're going to start with stills first. Where's Long John?” Henry bellowed.

“Here, boss,” he said, squeezing through the group at the bedroom door, with a towel wrapped around his waist. It looked like they oiled his skin to accentuate his bulging, muscular physique.

“Here she is!” the older woman declared, pulling off my wife's robe.

Lexi instinctively tried to cover herself, as the room responded with spontaneous applause at her sudden nudity. She blushed.

“Sit on the edge of the bed, my dear. I want John to stand in front of you, and shoot your expression when you see his equipment for the first time,” Henry instructed. Lexi followed orders, and sat on the bed. She was looking around with uncertainty, as John stood there. The cameras were clicking in rapid fashion.

John slid his thumb inside the edge of his towel. It dropped away. Lexi gasped, and uttered, “Oh, my God!” The cameras clicked.

I was as shocked as she was, when that huge, black, veined anaconda sprung forth. It was as big around as a coke can. Without a tape measure, I guessed it at ten to twelve inches.

"You can't be serious! I can't take that in me!”

“Oh, you can, and you will. It will be something to tell your grand-kids,” Henry laughed loudly.

"Now, be a dear and wrap your hands around it. Stroke it, and make it hard.” Lexi looked at me, and then at Henry.

I was mesmerized, as she slowly placed a hand around the shaft. Her fingers didn't come close to closing. As she undulated her hand back and forth, it grew, and the mushroom head expanded through the foreskin. Lexi was starting to move her hand faster, like she was trying to discover how much more it would grow. My own erection was rock-hard.

“Put your mouth around it, and see how much you can suck,” Henry directed. John moaned as Lexi licked the bulbous head and moved her mouth a few inches onto it. John placed his hands on the back of her head and forced it in deeper. She gagged, as it hit the back of her throat. The cameras clicked away, while he shoved it to its max.

Henry appeared to her right side, rubbing his semi-erection on her cheek. I watched, as she took turns, alternating between each massive cock. Lexi would occasionally glance at me. After several more photos, the shoot moved onto the bed. The photographers arranged the cameras and lights into advantageous spots, while the three of them simulated different sex acts. At one point, John pushed his huge cock-head into her opening, and she winced in a painful expression. The cameras clicked away.

Henry announced it was time to move to the main event. The crew began setting up for video, and Lexi lay there nude, looking around, saying nothing, not even attempting to cover up. I found it curious how my previously modest wife could seem so comfortable in her nakedness around a group of strangers.

The makeup assistant handed Lexi a jar of paste, and said, “Put some of this in you. It’s a desensitizing lube, and trust me, you'll thank me later.”

Henry looked at me and said, “You’ll need to get ready too.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you! This is a cuckold video. You're it.”

“I told you, I'm not a Cuck.”

"Yeah, sure. Just take your clothes off and follow directions. Hold this handy-cam, and act like you're shooting the action. Feel free to shoot all you want.”

I took the camera and looked though the viewfinder. I stood there in my skivvies, with my woody bulging out.

Long John laughed when he looked at my stiffy, and remarked, “Damn, dude! You're little pecker is gonna feel like a hamster in the Grand Canyon, when I finish with your wife's pussy.” I never considered my bigger-than-average dick to be that small.

Henry and John casually chatted away as they maneuvered Lexi in different positions. At one point, John told Henry to loosen her up for him. Henry mounted her doggy-style, while she sucked John's behemoth meat. He slipped in easily, and Lexi moaned her pleasure. I moved to the best vantage point and shot the action, like they asked.

“Ohhh, baby! You one tight fuck!” Henry gasped, as he slammed his veined monster into her tightness, rocking her onto John's cock, impaled in her mouth.

"Ohhhh, you're so fucking big,” Lexi moaned in response.

The sounds of grunting, gasping, and skin-slapping filled the room. I positioned my handy-cam advantageously behind Henry. This whole scene seemed surrealistic. Just a few weeks ago, we were a normal couple with a fantasy. Now we were in a porn video?

The heat from both the camera lights and sex was causing them all to sweat. Henry was pumping her so fast and hard, I could tell he was ready to pop. Then, his black shaft was coated with cum. He didn't miss a beat, as he filled her full to overflowing. Our bed never had such a workout. I was worried it would break.

"You ready, Long John?” Henry asked.

“Hell yes! I thought you were gonna take all day. Lay on your back, bitch. This is gonna hurt.”

Lexi again looked at me, and I said nothing as she rolled on her back.

John maneuvered himself into position and grabbed his behemoth monster, aiming it at her opening, already gaped by Henry.

“I changed my mind. He's too big!” Lexi gasped, as the engorged head touched her opening.

“Sure, we can stop, slut, but you gotta give the money back. You read the fine print.”

“Wanna continue?” Henry asked, smugly.

There was a pause, and Lexi said meekly, “...yes.”

“Yes, what? Say it loud, into the camera.”

“Yes… Fuck me!”

“Hahaha, money talks,” John laughed, as he forced his cock forward.

“Oh my God! That hurts. You're too damn big!” Lexi whimpered.

Using short strokes, he inched in, with her gasping at every thrust. She fantasized about big cocks, and now she's got one. John's patience was running short, and he just started hammering her hard. Her squishy, cum-loaded cunt was completely stretched to the max. Lexi was still moaning, but it didn't seem to be from pain any longer. She was getting fucked with a capital F. The bed-springs rung out in rhythm, as his muscular torso strained to complete his task.

“Fuck me. Oh yes! Don't stop! Keep going. Faster! That's it. I'm coming. Ahhhh!”

“Here it comes, bitch. Aggggg.”

My camera was positioned perfectly to record his balls jerking, as he blasted his juice into her already full womb. John slowly withdrew. It was amazing that enormous penis fit inside her. The cum was pouring out her gaping pussy.

“Your turn, Cucky,” Henry chuckled, as he looked at me, flashing a big grin.

“Me? No fucking way.”

“Ask your wife. It's all in the contract she signed. Same deal for you. No play, no pay.”

I looked at Lexi, and she nodded. I was pissed. This was humiliating. I inched my face toward her spread-open cum-dump. It was seeping thick, pasty white goo, and the smell was unmistakable.

“Go ahead, be a good boy. Lap it up. Do your Cucky cleanup.”

Lexi, thinking I needed help, grabbed me by the hair and pulled me in. My cheeks were instantly coated in semen. I sucked it up and felt I would gag.

“Go ahead, boy. Eat it up, if you wanna get your money.”

I licked and sucked, but it seemed to never stop. Just when I licked it clean, more oozed out. Then I realized Lexi was coming again. This was no act. My wife was actually getting off at me tonguing her cum-laden pussy.

Then, abruptly, Henry announces, “Okay, it's a wrap. Let's pack it up. We got to get this to edit.”

I pulled the blanket over us, and within a short period, the crew was loaded into the van. Henry came back to the bedroom before he left.

“Well, that wasn't so bad, was it?” Lexi just stared, not responding.

“I just wanted to thank you, Babe. If you start to miss my big black dick, you've got my number. Talk to you later. I'll lock the door as I leave.”

We lay there in silence, kind of shell-shocked. Finally, I asked, “You're not going to see him again, are you?”

Lexi looked up in my face, hooked her fingers in mine, and said, “...maybe, but for now come here. I'm all yours.”