Adventures of A Submissive Wife (Suzi's Journey Book 2) (5 page)

The
lesbian couple were clearly masters at their game as they already had the
innocent young woman completely naked. Maisie was lying on her back on a picnic
table. The older woman was squatting over her face and rubbing what was clearly
a very juicy pussy over her face; although it was impossible to tell whether
she was licking. The other lesbian was kneeling on the bench part of the table
with her face buried in Maisie’s snatch. Her arse was sticking up and wriggling
in an enticing manner. I had a pretty good idea what was going to happen next.
Sure enough, the shorts covered bottom caught the eye of a couple of single
lads who sauntered over and started to rub the gusset.

A
shiny face appeared from between Maisie’s thighs to hurl a “fuck off” in their
direction, before getting back on with her cunnilingus. The young men took that
as a challenge though and the older of the two simply ripped down her shorts
and knickers and rammed himself inside her before she as much as realised what
was happening.

The
lesbian was clearly unhappy with having a cock inside her but the stout young
fellow humping her was determined to have his way and kept her face jammed in
Maisie’s muff to stop any complaints. He held her hips tightly and humped her
hard until she seemed to relax. He then tore her away from her conquest and his
mate bent her over at the waist before filling her mouth as well.

Maisie
was now left with her face trapped under a lesbian’s sopping twat and her naked
body spread-eagled on the table top. This opportunity target soon caught the
eye of quite an elderly looking gentleman with shocking white hair and a dick
like a donkey, which stuck out proudly from his body as he walked across to
her. After a few exploratory rubs of her pussy, he climbed on to the table and
slowly worked his cock into the hapless girl; Maisie’s maidenhead was soon
history. I looked at the happy expression on the old fellow’s face and wondered
if he had any idea he was balls deep in a virgin.

Suzi
shivered and I wrapped my arms more tightly around her. “Ready to go home
honey,” I asked as tenderly as I could.

“Yes
please,” came the reply. “Thanks for a lovely night out.”

“My
pleasure darling,” I chuckled. “Just make sure you sit on a towel on the way
back!”

*****************

I
was enjoying one of my favourite types of night in. Sitting back on the couch,
I watched the porno play on his huge 3D TV while my sub wife knelt between my
legs and licked and sucked around my cock and balls. Once she had the right
incentive, Suzi had taken to the submissive lifestyle like a fish to water. As
she took the whole of my seven inches straight down her throat, I caressed her
hair lovingly and looked into the screen where a very similar sex scene was
playing out and the cogs began to turn in my ever-mischievous brain.

The
scene on the telly was where a horny housewife, of about Suzi’s age, had got
into a compromising situation with a plumber and his mate, to the point where
it was her pipes that were being unblocked. It occurred to me that my wife was
better looking than the woman on screen and was more than capable of any of the
sex acts. I had an idea for her next sexual adventure.

It
took me some four months of exploiting my business contacts and now
considerable wealth before I made the right connections. Sitting in my
favourite West End restaurant with the executive producer of Red Petal Films, I
waited until the food had been cleared and we were sipping brandies until
spreading out a selection of his favourite ‘Suzi in action’ photos.

“She’s
surely got the look,” said Arnold appreciatively, “but can she do the
business?”

“You’re
the expert and I know there’s a lot more to the business than a girl who opens
her legs but I think you’ll like the deal I’m offering,” I replied, swilling
the warming liquid round my mouth.

“Go
on!”

“I’m
offering you Suzi completely free of charge for her first film. You can do
whatever you want with her and she’ll go with it,” I offered. “I’ll pick up her
expenses for this one.”

“That
seems like a deal that’s too good to be true! What do you get out of it?”

“Future
investment! I have faith in the girl and I want to see her get on,” I said with
a convincing grin. “And I wouldn’t mind watching the filming,” heI added.

“You’ve
got yourself a deal,” beamed Arnold. “And if she’s half as good as you think
she is I’m sure they’ll be more conventional contracts downstream.” The men
drank up and went their separate ways.

The
big day finally came along and I kept to my normal custom of telling Suzi
exactly nothing about what she was about to experience. I had instructed her to
dress casually with minimal make up as I knew the studio would make her up as
required.

I
drove and the journey lasted about an hour. Suzi was as curious as always but
knew better than to keep asking. He looked across at her as he drove. She had
lost none of her beauty and her recent sexual exploits seemed to have put a
youthful vitality back into her skin and eyes. At thirty nine, she would put
most girls in their twenties in the shade.  Five foot six, lean and very big
busted, she turned heads wherever she went. Most men and many women desired
her. Some were lucky enough to be chosen by her husband to have their wishes
fulfilled.  Today was the day when I was going to spread that love much more
widely. I was bringing Suzi’s delights to many thousands of screens around the
world.

Pulling
into an out of town industrial estate, I took my hand from my wife’s upper
thigh, where it had rested for most of the ride, and concentrated on finding
the right unit. It was tucked away right at the back but the sign was prominent
enough. ‘Red Petal Films and Media Productions’. Suzi read it at the same time
as me and looked over in surprise. “This is it?”

“That’s
right darling. Today we’re going to make you a star.”

Suzi
had no doubt at all what sort of film he was talking about and sat quietly,
absorbing the information.

The
girl behind reception was gorgeous and I wondered if she starred in the films
herself. A little taller than his wife, she was in her early twenties, tall and
well-proportioned. She saw them enter and stood to welcome them. As she moved
out from behind the desk, I appraised her and decided that the studio would be
mad not to put her on film. She was dressed professionally enough in crisp
white blouse and dark, above the knee skirt but her body just shouted
sex.
“Hello
Mr Mitchell, I’m Arnold’s PA, Ella,” she said, extending an elegant hand. “This
gorgeous lady must be Suzi.”

“Hello,
Ella,” I replied. “I see Arnold’s good taste in women isn’t just confined to
casting.”

Ella
almost blushed but not quite. She took Suzi’s hand in her own like she was
school friend or something. “I’ll take Suzi straight along to make up. They’re
filming another scene at the moment. Would you like me to drop you off on the
way?”

I
nodded and followed on in the wake of some very expensive perfume. I would have
found the active studio by myself; it was very busy. All of the off-duty stage
hands seemed to have a reason to be there and he squeezed in at the back as
Suzi was hustled away. The scene was a bakery and a big wooden table covered in
flour had a girl in her late teens or early twenties lying on it naked, as two
men in bakers whites fondled her.

Suzi
was still shell-shocked. She was helped out of her clothes and her entire body
was made up, not just her face. It was nothing extravagant, just foundation and
a bit of eye shadow and lipstick. All to stop her skin from shining under the
studio lights. While all that was going on, Ella talked her through her first
scenes. There was very little dialogue to remember and it seemed that ad
libbing was fine anyway. She mostly had to remember what sex acts were required
of her, although it seemed that her fellow actor would be guiding her in the
right direction anyway.

Meanwhile,
I was being entertained by the goings on in the studio. The action was
surprisingly stilted, not like a finished porno at all. After the girl had been
rubbed and sucked for a while, the director called cut and they prepared for
the next scene. Part of this preparation was for two other pretty young women
to play with the men’s cocks to get them nice and hard while the make-up girl
dusted the actress with flour. I learned later that the girls were called
fluffers
and they performed exactly the same duty for the actresses when required.

The
next scene was cock sucking and the actress was pushed to her knees in the mock
up bakery to suck on one cock while she simultaneously wanked the other. Pretty
horny stuff and the girl looked like she was really enjoying her work.

Some
twenty takes later, the action finally got to the climax, where the flour
covered girl was on back, getting the good news from one well-hung gentleman
while the other was masturbating over her face. The wanker came first, shooting
his jism all over her pretty face, hair and tits and then, a few seconds later,
the other actor grunted and stiffened to shoot into her pussy. That was a
surprise to me as I had assumed they wouldn’t really cum in her. Sure enough
though, the cameras zoomed in as he withdrew to leave a trail of cum between
them and then filmed him as he stretched her twat wide open to show the spunk
inside.

“Cut!”
yelled the director. “Set up next door in twenty minutes for the housewife
scene.”

That
was surely Suzi’s first scene. I followed the crowds into the next mock up and
judging by how many people were milling about, I judged my wife’s first porn
scene was drawing the crowds. The backdrops were set up as a typical suburban
house, with front door, kitchen and bedroom. Suzi soon joined them and she was
anything but the typical suburban housewife; dressed in a tight mini dress that
buttoned down the front, she looked ready for action. I reached across to kiss
her and a make-up girl interposed herself between us. “Whoa, don’t smudge the
make-up,” she said with a smile.

The
scene started with Suzi lounging on her sofa, bitching to her friend on the
phone about the annoying teenage boys kicking a ball around outside. All of a
sudden there was a crash and she threw the phone down. “What the hell was
that?”

Next
the doorbell rang and on answering it, she found two very sheepish teenaged boys
on the step. Actually they were both in their mid-twenties but had childish
faces that let them pass for around nineteen. The tall blond one spoke first.
“Err hi, Mrs Price. I’m afraid we’ve sort of put a ball through your garage
window!”

Suzi
stormed through the door and out of shot before returning with a black look
across her face. “That’s a lot of damage,” she said. “You’d better come in
while I call your fathers.”

“Cut,”
called the director. “Move straight on to the sofa scene.”

The
cameras rolled again as Suzi was on the phone again with the boys sat either
side of her as she had a terse conversation with one of their parents. She
threw the handset down, clearly exasperated and turned to the athletic looking
boy next to her. “How about you Dave, what’s your dad’s number?”

He
was silent for a moment before stumbling over his words. “My dad died last
year,” he said.

Suzi’s
face dropped and her tone changed immediately. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. Really, I
didn’t mean…!” Reaching over she took him in her arms and pulled him in for a
hug, squeezing him tightly against her very ample bosom. It looked like she
intended to make it a quick cuddle only but it went on and on as Dave clearly
wasn’t letting her go. His hands started moving up and down her back and then
between their bodies, finding her tits and fondling them. She tried to pull
away but not too much. “I think that’s enough now Dave,” she said uncertainly,
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Dave’s lips then found her own and
she said nothing more as he snogged her. She gave another small, token struggle
and then her body relaxed into his.

The
two bodies writhed together on the sofa as the other lad stood off to one side
and filmed the action on his mobile phone. As Dave snogged her, he was working
her dress open and soon had his hands inside and all over her tits. Her bra was
snapped open and pulled down and he started to tug her panties down. Suddenly
Suzi pushed him away and spoke softly. “Please Dave, I can’t. I’m a happily
married woman.”

“But
Mrs Price,” Dave whined. “You can’t leave me like this, I’m traumatised about
my dad and look, I’ve got a massive hard on.”

Suzi
looked down and saw his cock for the first time. She had to admit, it was
indeed massive. “Maybe I could give you a blow job?”

“Oh,
okay then,” said Dave.

“Cut!”
called the director.

The
next scene started with Suzi on her knees, her dress pulled down to her waist.
Her character was apparently now having second thoughts. “Maybe this isn’t such
a good idea, after all,” she said. “My husband might get home and catch us.”
Dave put his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth straight on to his cock,
getting a little gag as it touched the back of her throat. Gripping her
securely, he thrust straight into her windpipe several time, making her eyes
water a little before the director cut the scene again.

The
next scene opened with Suzi completely naked, on all fours on the sofa as the
boys topped and tailed her. Dave was now ploughing her hot pussy as the other
one, Gary, pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. They had a good rhythm
going and pushed the horny housewife backwards and forwards between them as
they built up their pace.

The
director cut the scene again and three fluffer girls came forward. Two dropped
to their knees to take the cocks into their mouths and the third slipped two
fingers into Suzi’s pussy, rubbing it vigorously while she rapidly stroked her
clitoris with the other. When the action started again, it took less than a
minute for the three of them to come. The cameras zoomed in on Gary as he
spurted all over her face and then she very obviously came herself as Dave
ejaculated all over her back.

Suzi
was whisked away by the make-up girl when the director cut the scene. She
looked happy enough as she passed her husband and even tipped him a wink. It
took the crew another ten minutes to re-set in the same set and by that time
she was back out, showered, made up and re-dressed in a miniskirt and tee shirt
combo. Damion wondered wistfully if he could employ the make-up girl at home to
make these quick changes a routine thing.

 This
scene started with Suzi on the sofa when the doorbell rang again. This time it
was a strikingly attractive woman in her forties; six foot tall with jet black
hair and a rack that made even Suzi’s look ordinary. “Hello Mrs Price, I’m
Dave’s mother, Mrs Jenkins. Can I come in and talk about the window?”

“Umm,
yes, of course,” mumbled Suzi as the assertive woman brushed past her. I craned
my neck to get a better view; this promised to be interesting. The woman sat
herself down elegantly on the sofa and waited for the edgy housewife to join
her.

“Have
you come to pay for the window?” Suzi asked nervously.

“No,”
came the reply. “I’ve come to talk about your naughty behaviour.”

“I
beg your pardon,” said Suzi and then shut up suddenly as the woman threw a pile
of photographs on the coffee table.

“Gary
took plenty of pictures of your cavorting with my son.  I’ve come to teach you
a lesson for your adultery with my little boy. Come over here.”