Wife Tricked While Filming a Porno

This is a fun little goofy story, not to be taken too seriously. Hope you enjoy it!

Of course, everyone is over eighteen.

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Dana arched her back as he pushed himself inside her. She felt the walls of her pussy spread as his cock filled her. Her arms wrapped around him, pulling him to her as she opened her legs wide. His ass pistoned up and down as he ravaged her, her squeaks matched his deep grunts with each penetration.

Her husband knew what to do with her. He had for the last ten years, and Dana never tired of how he made love to her. She loved how he thought up new and interesting ways for them to fuck. And, oh boy, he was good at it.

She never complained when he came up with a new idea. Whatever he had in mind, she was sure it would be fun, and he always made her feel loved.

His latest idea was working out wonderfully.

Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around, then remembered him telling her not to look directly into the camera. She glanced away, then groaned and pulled him closer.

She wanted their new project to be a success. So far, John said they had over a hundred thousand views of their videos. She couldn't imagine that many people wanted to see them do this, but when he showed her how much they were making, she giggled and hugged him.

Of course, it wasn't just lying down and having sex. It took preparation before he'd actually come to her and hump her brains out. He and their friend Max needed time to set up the camera and lighting to best film whatever position he wanted them to do that day.

She glimpsed Max's head looking their way over her husband's shoulder. His eyes were down, looking at the viewfinder on the handheld camera. She knew it was pointed between their legs, right where John's cock was sliding in and out of her.

She remembered giggling like a little girl the first time John had shown her their first video on the big television. She'd seen nothing like it, always being the one the men were inside.

Thinking back, she wondered what happened to that one guy that filmed her so long ago. They were almost done with high school and he said it was for his biology project. His best friend and he had asked her for help, explaining that they could get into college if they did really well on their paper.

She was always happy to help and asked what she could do for them. After all, she'd seen them around school, and they'd always been friendly to her. Like most men were to her.

Men were always considerate and affectionate to her. Ready and eager to show her just how beautiful she was.

They explained their project had to do with human reproduction, and he said that the instructor loved it when a student turned in a video to go with the written paper. He explained it was a kind of research they wanted to do with her and thought she'd be the perfect girl to help them out.

So after school, they went to her house. She was an only child and both her parents worked. The first boy got his camera out of his pack and got it ready while the other suggested they kiss and touch so she'd be ready for when they started their research.

It took him quite a while to get the camera ready, she remembered, but the other boy busied himself getting them both undressed. He said if she'd put him in her mouth, the video would be better.

She didn't know how that would be, but was used to not understanding things and trusted her friends. Happy to help these new friends with their school work, she bent and took him in her mouth, bobbing up and down.

Eventually, the camera was ready and he hovered over her. They asked her to spread her legs so they could get a clear shot, and she did, then felt him slip into her. Arching her back, she held tightly to him as he pounded her.

The other boy went around with the camera, filming them from different angles, telling her what a great job she was doing and how helpful she was. Her heart filled with happiness from being so useful.

The boy on top of her grunted and pushed hard into her, and the other boy hurried back to film between their legs.

She felt him shudder and groan, then shoot his stuff into her, which drove her over the top and gave her that wonderful fluttering explosion rippling through her body.

The boy with the camera grinned and gave her a thumbs up, then put it down. He surprised her by taking his clothes off while the first boy kissed her and got off. He took the camera and the other boy got between her legs.

She asked if he hadn't already gotten enough video as he pushed quickly inside her. She gasped and he told her it was best to get as much as possible in case there was an issue with the lighting or something.

It made sense she guessed, but knew she didn't know how these things worked, so was happy to help them with the project in any way possible.

Once he'd cum, they thanked her as they quickly got dressed and put their camera away. She was still laying on the bed, sweaty with their stuff dripping between her legs when they waved and left.

Now, she was on her back again, with another young man filming her as she helped her husband make the videos that brought in money for them.

"I love you," John gasped into her ear. She ran her hands up and down his back, and arched her hips up to meet his thrusts.

John loved her and told her that all the time. He lusted after her, just as she wanted him. He was a master of knowing what her needs were, always leaving her gasping and happy.

He'd always said there were times to make love, getting soft and gentle, kissing and holding each other.

Then there were times to get down and fuck.

This was one of those times.

He plunged deep, her eyes flying open as the air left her lungs. She blinked and looked away, the bright light over them temporarily blinding her.

She heard a nervous cough from the foot of the bed. He continued fucking her into the mattress, unaware of what was happening behind them.

"Uh, John?"

Dana listened to the slightly nasally voice call to her husband. He slowed, then looked over his shoulder, still balls deep inside her. His dick pulsed, making her pussy quiver.

"What?" John asked, sighing. "We're filming."

"Yeah... you might want to see this. I don't think it's doing it right." Max pointed to the viewfinder that extended from the fancy camera standing on a tripod a few feet behind and to the side of the bed.

"Damn it," John said, exhaling. He pulled out of Dana, making her gasp and leaving her feeling empty. "Sorry, my love. I better check this out."

"Okay." She kissed him quickly before he smiled and got off the bed. He walked around to where the other man was standing. She watched her husband's long, wet cock bounce with each step. One of her hands moved down to her pussy, stroking herself idly as the two men looked at the camera.

"What's wrong? It looks fine to me." John studied at the small screen, then over at his wife, prone on the bed, her knees spread, lips gaping. Her round boobs rose and fell with each breath.

"It didn't look like this before," Max said, his eyes glancing at the viewfinder, then at her, then back. He fidgeted and frowned as he glanced at his boss.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah. Rewind it a little. It looked kinda washed out, or something."

John grunted, then fiddled with the camera.

Dana had seen Max make mistakes in the past and felt sorry for him. She knew how easy it was to do that. John had never treated her badly when she messed up like so many other guys had before him. He'd chuckle and hug her, tell her she was his little 'Calamity Jane', whoever that was. He loved her and always made her feel special.

She glanced over when she heard Max say, "There, see!" John nodded as he looked at the camera.

"Hmm, you're right," he said, smiling at Max. Dana smiled, proud that he had found a problem, and not made a mistake again. She knew what that felt like. Before meeting her husband, she'd felt like she was always making mistakes.

But John treated her with kindness and love. He also loved to make love with her, and she loved him back with all her heart. He told her he loved her so much that it was truly a shame that only he got to enjoy the love she showed him.

When she asked what that meant, he smiled and said she was beautiful and made him deliriously happy. Wasn't it too bad that she didn't let lots of other guys feel that same happiness?

She was pretty sure she knew what he meant. It sounded like he thought she should have sex with other men. He'd never asked her to do that, but once in a while, especially when he was on top of her like he had just been, he would tell her she was amazing and that other guys would be so happy being right where he was, doing what he was doing.

Dana thought about it and agreed other men would enjoy that. Actually, so would she, but she didn't tell him that. Plenty of men had enjoyed her before she'd met John. She'd lost count long ago.

But wasn't it supposed to be different when you're married? He said sometimes it was, but other times not. It was confusing. She trusted her husband, and he always took care of her and treated her better than any man ever had.

"So what do we do?" Max asked, his eyes going from the camera, then to John, then flickering over to her.

She watched him as his gaze slid down her body. A warm pulse shot through her and she ran her finger around her opening, arching her hips so he could see into her.

It thrilled her when men watched her. It always had. That was why she'd agreed to John's idea to make home movies. Wasn't it so much safer if they saw her in a movie than if she did it in front of them? In person?

He had her show off a few times at the funny parties they occasionally attended. The ones where the other women took their clothes off, too. Before they got married, she and her husband enjoyed those parties. He made sure she was the center of attention. So many men had told her how much her boyfriend loved her and wanted her to feel extra special.

And boy, did they ever make her feel that way. Sometimes they were so nice to her she was sore for a few days after. But she appreciated the care he showed her. He always told her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved her every time on the way home.

It was after one of those parties he asked her to marry him. She was on the bed, a sweaty mess, when he came over with a damp towel and cleaned her. She'd lost count of the number of nice guys that had lain with her. But he was there, swearing his love for her as he tenderly cared for her.

They'd stopped going to the parties after getting married. She was fine with that, as she was now a married woman. She knew that was special. Some years later, he had the idea of making the movies.

She looked at their friend, Max, who helped them film. He was always so eager to help, but sometimes, John's reactions to Max puzzled her.

Why did John talk about how much beer Max bought, anyway? So what if he was missing a few cans from his six-pack? If he wanted fewer beers, who cared? She didn't like beer that much. Maybe Max was the same way.

Same with the condition of the tools in his shed, wherever that was. So what if they weren't sharp? Dana couldn't remember Max ever talking about gardening.

She shrugged mentally, used to not understanding a lot of what happened around her. It was enough that John loved her and was never mean to her. He helped her understand things and never got mad when she didn't get it.

Her fingers traced over her clit, then down, drawing out the moisture that seeped out of her hole. She spread it around, keeping herself aroused and wet, hoping her husband would fix the problem and come back to her quickly.

"So what happened? I don't get it." Max frowned, looking at the camera.

"I think it's because we adjusted the lighting when it was only Dana on the bed. With me on her, it changed things," John said as he looked at the lights, then at her. He smiled and blew her a kiss. "Just a moment, okay?"

"That's fine. Get it right. I'll be here," she said, giggling and spreading her thighs further. Both men looked between her legs and grinned.

Max's face reddened, making her smile. She loved to tease the handsome, but occasionally vacant, young man and wondered how old he was. Probably about ten years younger, she thought. Early twenties, maybe.

Old enough. The thought surprised her. She'd never thought about having sex with Max. She only wanted her husband, the love of her life.

John looked around the bed, then at Dana and put a finger to the side of his jaw as he frowned, then turned and studied Max. She saw a light come into his eyes and he nodded.

He got that expression whenever he thought up something fun for them to do. She chuckled because she loved it when he filmed them doing it. Sometimes he'd film her playing with herself, but she preferred it when he was there with her.

Dana wasn't sure about his last idea, however. She and John had just finished making love and were cuddling in bed. He asked her if she had any ideas on new things they could make a movie about, but she didn't have any. He did and told her about it.

His idea surprised her. Did she want to be filmed with another guy? John had gone on and on about how it would change things up, open new doors for their films, and make them more interesting. After all, people wouldn't want to see only him with her all the time. They'd get bored, he told her. She didn't think so but wasn't about to argue with him. He was almost always right.

But that would mean that other men would put their things in her, and do it to her. John said it would be alright, that he'd be there, filming and she would enjoy herself. It almost sounded like he thought it wouldn't actually sex she'd be having with the guys if they were filming. It would be more like a job or something.

She thought that made sense, in a way. John had told her about the money they earned from the videos, so she understood this was kind of a job. If she had to work with someone else, well, that should be alright. Shouldn't it?

"I think I need to change the camera settings. It's fine with only you there, but when I'm on you, it changes the exposure."

"Um, if you say so," Dana said, not really understanding why it made a difference. She just hoped her man would come back and fuck her. She was still horny, and having Max there helping and watching always fueled her feelings.

Seeing him look between her legs, then at his fingers that moved over the front of his pants, pressing against his dick, brought out a fresh burst of wetness. She thought again about her husband's idea of him filming other men with her. Maybe someone like Max.

Not that she wanted Max to have sex with her. She loved her husband and longed for him. But she had to admit to herself that it turned her on when she saw the look on Max's face when she and John were doing it. She felt sexy when he went around them, holding the camera.

She'd always enjoyed people watching her fuck. She found that out a long time ago when a bunch of guys came into her room when she was with her boyfriend on her eighteenth birthday. He told her he had a birthday present for her and took her into his room. It didn't take him long to get her clothes off. She was surprised when he was on top of her, fucking her wildly, and suddenly the room filled up with cheering, laughing guys.

They were so supportive, telling them both what a great job they were doing, and how sexy she looked. It filled her with warmth for the guys and spurred her on to make more noise as she thrust back at her boyfriend when he came deep inside her.

She came so hard with all of them there, watching her. After that, she longed to be the center of attention like that again. Somehow, the guys would always make that happen for her. She loved them for it and ended up screwing almost all of them at one point or another. Her boyfriend was so thoughtful, telling her how it made them all so very happy.

It meant the world to her when someone treated her nicely. Her parents told her to appreciate people's kindness, and those guys were all so very kind to her. Over and over. They always said she was the best and invited her to every gathering.

From a young age, she was told to be a good girl and value people's friendships, and to be there for a friend when they needed you. Dana figured being the best friend she could meant she'd do anything for all her friends.

She wondered idly if the other girls were as close to all their male friends as she was. So many guys sought her out, wanting to be her friend.

And her friends always seemed to need her help. Sometimes it got tiring, but she did the best she could.

"Okay," John said, getting her attention. "I need to adjust the camera settings, but I can't do that when I'm on top of you." He looked at Max. "And I don't think you know how to do this."

Max shook his head. "Nope, sorry, I might mess it up. I'd surely like to help, though."

John stood there and turned to Dana. He smiled, and she saw her husband grin. "And you can."

Max looked over, his eyes glittering with happiness. "I can? How?"

"I need someone on top of Dana so I can get the camera set up correctly. That way it'll be like when I'm on her. It shouldn't take long. Would you mind?" Max gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked over at Dana, splayed out and naked, her fingers diddling her open pussy.

"Uh... okay."

John patted his back. "It'd be a tremendous help. I'd owe you one."

"Oh, sure." Max smiled and walked to the side of the bed, his eyes locked with Dana's. He turned to John. "How do you want me to do this?"

He looked up from the camera. "Just lie down on top of her, like I was." He smiled at Dana. "Honey, spread your legs and let him lie over you."

"You want him to lie on top of me?"

John shook his head. "No, baby," he said, soothing her with his familiar chuckle. "He can hold himself up with his arms over you. I just need someone more or less over you like I was so I can get the camera adjusted."

"Oh, okay. Sure, honey."

"Don't worry, he's dressed," John said in the reassuring tone she knew so well.

Max looked at John, then down at Dana, his eyes quickly moving over her body, stopping at her tits, then between her legs. He gulped again, then climbed up on the bed. He bumped into her as he tried to position himself.

"Sorry," he mumbled as he held himself over her, his legs out straight and between hers, not touching her anywhere.

Max looked over his shoulder. "How's that?"

John frowned and fiddled with the camera some more. He looked at them, then squatted down, looking between their legs, then stood, went to the side, and looked around the bed. He glanced at the lights overhead, then turned back to the camera.

"I don't think this is helping." John shook his head. "How about you move your hips, like if you two were doing it."

Dana smiled up at Max, whose face turned a bright red. "It's okay, sweety. We just need to help him get the camera thingy working."

He looked down at her. "Alright." He moved his hips around, trying to not come into contact with her.

"No, not like that," John called out from behind the camera. "You don't move like that when you're humping a lady."

"Oh, sorry."

"You know what to do, don't you?" John asked, his voice kind.

"Oh, yeah! Me and Betty Sue done it plenty of times."

Dana thought back, trying to remember where she heard that name before. The only one she could recall was a cute blonde cousin of his he'd introduced once at a cookout. She shook her head, amazed that there'd be two Betty Sue's in his life. What were the odds of that?

Max moved his hips forward and back, more like he was having sex with her. The movement made his jeans brush up against the inside of her thighs, still a few inches below her naked pussy.