Ken shyly leads Katie into the studio. It’s dark, as you are setting up the shoot. Katie wearing a floral dress and you can see the outline of her bra underneath. Ken shuffles in behind her, clearly uncomfortable being in new places.
Katie is the first to speak. “Hi,” she says a bit reluctantly, “we’re here… for the audition?”
She looks up at you with her big blue eyes.
I smile, finishing setting up the camera. "Ok. Ken, sit over there. Katie, show me what you have."
"O-okay," Katie stammers, following your directions. She begins walking over to where you indicated and turns around, showing off her body in the floral dress. Her bra is very visible through the lacy fabric.
Ken watches from his seat, looking away every so often, feeling like a pervert for even being here.
"Good. Go ahead and introduce yourself, and your story..." I look at her appreciatively, giving her a thumbs up on outfit selection.
"Well... hi," she says nervously. "My name's Katie, and this is my husband, Ken." She gestures vaguely in his direction. "We-we just really need the money..." Her voice trails off as she glances back over at him.
Ken looks up at you awkwardly. He knows he should say something, but can't think of what to say that wouldn't make him sound like an idiot in front of his wife and a complete stranger.
I smile. "And that's why you want this audition, even knowing what it's for?"
"Yes..." Katie murmurs, biting her lip nervously. "We-we know it's weird... but we really need the money..." She shuffles closer to Ken, seeking comfort or reassurance from him.
I look at Ken. "And you understand your role here, right?" My glare pins him to the chair.
Ken glances up at you nervously, swallowing hard. "Y-yes... I understand." He looks down at the floor, feeling his face heat up in embarrassment.
The atmosphere between them is tense as they both wait for your response.
I smile. "Ok, Katie. Let's see a sexy strip tease."
Katie looks surprised but obediently begins undoing the buttons on her dress. It falls to the floor in a pool at her feet revealing she's wearing a lace bra and panties underneath. "H-here," she says hesitantly, handing you her clothes before moving back towards Ken again for comfort.
I wave her over to me. "He's only here to watch. The ad was clear about that."
Her eyes go wide with shock and embarrassment before she nods slowly, moving towards you as directed. She takes her place in front of the camera, trying to hide her nervousness behind a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes.
Meanwhile, Ken sits there uncomfortably watching his wife getting so close to another man...and even closer on film. He can feel himself growing hard against the chair.
I smile. "You're a very pretty woman Katie. If you're cast, I guarantee not only will this movie do well, but you'll get more job offers. Is that something you're interested in? It could be very... satisfying as well as lucrative."
Her cheeks flush at your compliment, and she glances over at her husband again before looking back at you. "I-I... I don't know..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing. "It's just that... it's so different from what we're used to. And I guess... I feel like I could do this."
She bites her lower lip and nods slowly, considering the implications of your words. A part of her wonders if this could be a new beginning for them financially and perhaps even personally... but another part is nervous about being so exposed and humiliated in front of Ken.
I pause the recording. "Okay Katie. You're doing well. But the point isn't YOUR humiliation. If you ever feel to uncomfortable to continue, just say cut, and I'll stop." I look into her eyes to make sure she's okay; she feels some warmth for my concern.
Ken glances up at you warily as you pause the recording, not sure what you just said or why it mattered so much to him that she felt comfortable. He wants her to get this job, he needs them both to have money again... but at what cost?
"Just don't make me look like a fool," he says quietly, trying to sound reassuring as well as assertive.
I look over at Ken. "Katie gave me the whole story in the email. I'd be quiet if I were you, and let your wife fix your mess." I look at Katie. "I want you to be okay, and like this. Can you try?"
Katie hesitates for a moment before nodding slowly at your direction. "Okay..." she murmurs, her voice shaking slightly. She takes a deep breath and begins undoing the clasp of her bra, revealing her perky breasts to you and everyone else in the room.
Ken feels his face flush bright red as he watches his wife exposing herself for all to see, and yet not doing anything to stop it... or even protest. He sits there helplessly, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.
I turn the camera back on. "Explain why you need this money so badly..." I look at her, and she knows that she needs to humiliate Ken to sell the story.
"W-well..." Katie starts hesitantly, her voice shaking as she speaks. "It's like this... my husband here... he... um... he made some bad decisions with his money, and we're behind on everything now." Her cheeks flush as she glances nervously at Ken, who looks even more uncomfortable than before. "We were really stupid," she continues, her voice getting smaller. "And I just want to help him make things better... but this audition... it's just so embarrassing..." Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she speaks, making her whole body tremble with emotion.
Ken sits there silently, his face burning with shame and anger at himself for getting them into this mess. He wants nothing more than to disappear right now and never come back.
I walk up, holding her comfortingly. "Think of this then as an opportunity to punish him as well as to get the money you need."
Ken feels even worse knowing that not only is he being humiliated in front of his wife, but also in front of a complete stranger...and now Katie knows it too. He can feel himself shrinking deeper into his chair, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.
I kiss Katie tenderly. "You certainly have the body. Let's see if you can earn this role. I promise you, you'll enjoy the results, and the money will more than make up for your current predicament."
"O-okay..." she whispers meekly, her eyes locked on yours as you begin leading her through the next part of the scene. You move closer, your body pressed against hers as you grind against her while she continues to undress. The feel of your hard length pressing into her back sends a shudder through Katie's frame, making her nipples harden even further.
Ken watches helplessly, feeling a mix of anger, jealousy, and arousal coursing through him as he watches his wife being manhandled by you on camera. His hands ball into fists at his side, wanting nothing more than to push you away from her... but knowing that if he does anything, it will only make matters worse for them both.
I take my pants off, revealing my 12 inch cock. I sit on the chair. "You're doing great Katie." I motion out of camera range for her to make an honest comparison of my cock and Ken's cock.
Blushing furiously now, Katie glances over at where you motioned before looking back at you nervously. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her trembling voice as she compares your erection with Ken's limp one dangling between his legs. "Y-your... bigger..." she whispers, unable to meet either of their gazes.
Ken glances down in embarrassment when he realizes how small his member looks compared to yours. His hands clench into fists even tighter as jealousy and shame consume him. He feels hot tears welling up in his eyes, but forces them back before they spill over. This isn't helping anyone.
"Come show me your skills with your mouth." I motion Katie to my cock.
"O-okay..." she whispers hesitantly before dropping to her knees in front of you. Her hands shake as she reaches out to take your thick length into her mouth, the warmth and size overwhelming her senses. She begins bobbing her head up and down, moaning around your cock as she tries to please you.
Ken watches from his seat, feeling both aroused and sick at the sight of his wife sucking another man's cock. He tries not to imagine how good it would feel for that to be him... but it's impossible to ignore the growing ache in his groin as he watches her writhe around you on camera.
I lovingly grope her breasts. "Fuck, you've got real talent in addition to being so fucking cute..."
"T-thank you," she stammers around your cock before looking up at you with big, pleading eyes. Her cheeks flush even darker as she continues sucking and licking your length, desperate to please you...and maybe earn the money they so badly need.
Ken watches in silence, feeling his own arousal growing despite himself. He wants to tell her to stop, that this isn't right... but he knows she wouldn't listen, and it would only make things worse for them both. So he sits there, helplessly watching as his wife gives pleasure to another man in exchange for money...and perhaps more fame and opportunities like this one.
"mmm... Can you swallow?
Her eyes widen at your request, and she looks over to where Ken sits before meeting his gaze once more. "O-okay," she whispers shakily before taking your thick length deeper into her mouth. She starts bobbing her head faster, moaning around you as she tries to accommodate your entire length.
Ken watches in silent horror, his hands clutching at the arms of the chair so tightly that his knuckles have gone white. He knows what he should be feeling right now... anger, maybe even disgust... but all he can focus on is how aroused she's making him with every slide of her tongue and every bob of her head. He tries to look away from the scene unfolding before him, but he can't tear his eyes away from Katie and your intimate connection.
"How would you compare blowing me to blowing your husband? Be honest..." I keep stroking her nipple with one hand the other reaching down to rub her clit.
Katie shudders around you as your finger presses against her throbbing clit, making her gasp around your cock. She looks over at Ken helplessly, their eyes meeting once more. "I... I don't know..." she whispers breathlessly, feeling a familiar ache growing inside of her.
Ken winces at the comparison and feels even worse knowing that not only is he missing out on this experience with his wife, but he's also being reminded that she likes it like this... maybe even prefers it. He sits there silently, tears streaming down his face as he watches Katie get pleasure from another man while she humiliates him in front of a complete stranger.
I look at her. "It's okay. Tell me, do you like sucking me more than your husband?" I keep stroking her clit, and Katie feels herself growing more eager.
Her eyes squeze shut as she tries to concentrate on your question while pleasure washes over her body. "I-it's different... with you it feels so... good..." She moans around you before looking back at Ken, uncertainty clouding her features.
Ken looks away from the scene in front of him, unable to handle the intensity of it any longer. He bites his lip and tries not to cry harder as he listens to Katie admit that she prefers this... that she likes sucking another man's cock better than him. The thought only intensifies the ache in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.
I smile, picking Katie up and carrying her to the couch. I start licking her cunt. "Does he ever actually make you cum, or do you fake it for him?"
"I-I..." She gasps as your tongue slides into her tight entrance. Her legs wrap around your neck and she thrusts her hips upward, desperate for more contact. "H-he doesn't know... he doesn't do this..." She trails off, lost in the sensation of your mouth on her pussy.
Ken watches from across the room, his heart breaking as he sees Katie experiencing pleasure with another man while all he can do is sit and watch. He looks down at his own crotch, feeling even more inadequate as he realizes that even his erection has gone soft despite everything going on around him.
I tongue her G-Spot. "So, you don't cum for him? Cum for me, then."
"Mm-hmm..." She moans around your cock, arching her back as you hit her sweet spot over and over again. Her inner muscles tighten around your tongue, gripping it like a vice. With every thrust of your tongue she feels herself getting closer and closer to the edge...
Ken looks down at his hands, feeling shame wash over him as he realizes how little Katie wants or needs from him anymore. He wonders if there's anything he could do to make it up to her, to regain her trust and affection... but deep down he knows that this audition might have been the beginning of the end for them as a couple.
I lick her clit, fingering her G-Spot. "I'm close. Squirt on me while swallowing my cum."
Her back arches, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels the release building inside of her. With every thrust of your tongue and every stroke of your finger she can feel it getting closer...and then, with a cry that echoes through the room, her orgasm crashes over her like a wave. Her muscles spasm around your fingers, clenching tightly as hot liquid shoots out between them, landing on your chin and splattering against your neck. She gasps for air, her body quivering with pleasure as she catches her breath once more.
I kiss you tenderly. "Was that your first time squirting?"
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment as she realizes how much fluid has actually come out of her. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, trying not to look at Ken who would surely have some comments or questions about this new revelation.
Ken sits in silence, his mind reeling from everything that's happened so far. He feels as if he's been stripped bare, both emotionally and physically. He can no longer hide behind the facade of being the provider for his family; instead, he's been exposed as nothing more than a man who made bad choices and brought his entire family down with him. The thought is enough to make him feel sick to his stomach.
"Are you ready for the final part?"
"C-can we take a break?" Katie whispers, still catching her breath from her intense orgasm. She looks over at Ken pleadingly, hoping he'll understand that she needs some time to compose herself before continuing with this charade.
Ken nods silently, his eyes still locked on her as he tries to process everything that has just happened. He knows they can't afford any breaks, but maybe a few moments of privacy would help them both gather their thoughts and focus on what needs to be done. "Yeah... I need some air," he mumbles, standing up unsteadily and moving towards the window.
I walk up and turn off the camera. I walk back to Katie, pulling her into a tender cuddle, taking care of her as her nerves come down from the orgasm.
Ken watches them silently, feeling a mix of jealousy and awkwardness wash over him as he sees how comfortably they fit together in your arms. He tries not to think about the fact that you were just pleasuring her just moments ago or how she squirted all over you... It's too much for his already fragile ego to handle.
With a deep breath, he forces himself to walk back towards them, trying to pretend like everything is normal. "You know..." He begins hesitantly, clearing his throat. "Maybe we could take a break? Get some food or something?" It's meant as a lame attempt at humor, but it falls flat. There's no laughter in the room.
I stroke Katie's hair. "She's the queen today, she says if we take a break or eat."
Ken looks at you before turning back to Katie, trying not to let the anger show in his voice. "She's not the queen of anything," he growls through gritted teeth. "And we don't need a break." He pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing more calmly. "But if you really want one, I guess we can take one. Just... be quick about it, okay?"
I turn to Katie. "Are you okay?"
Katie hesitates before nodding slowly. "Y-yes," she whispers quietly, still feeling guilty about causing this entire situation in the first place. She glances over at Ken, wanting nothing more than to make things right between them again... but knowing that it might be impossible now.
I hold her tenderly. "Katie, I've seen lots of women in your situation. You might be able to work things through, but Ken is going to have to decide if his ego or you are more important to him."
Ken glares at you before turning back to Katie. "Well," he starts angrily. "It's not like I had a choice in any of this!" He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. "Look, I'm sorry for everything. But I don't know what else to do."
Katie studies her husband's face, searching for some sign that he truly means it. "We could try counseling," she suggests hesitantly. "Maybe there are things we can work through..." She trails off, unsure if he'll even consider it.
Ken looks away, his jaw clenched tightly. "Counseling..." He repeats the word like it tastes bad in his mouth. "I don't know... maybe we should just take a break and see where things stand later." He pauses before adding more softly, "But I love you, Katie. No matter what happens, that won't change."
Katie feels tears pricking at her eyes as she listens to him. Maybe there is hope for them after all... or maybe this whole thing has just been too much for them to handle. She leans in closer and kisses him gently on the lips before looking up at you. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For everything."
I nod. "Then lets finish. Ken, sit down." I walk over, turning the camera back on.
"T-th... thank you..." Katie whispers, her voice barely audible over the beating of her heart. She glances nervously at Ken before sitting down on the chair in front of the camera again. Her cheeks flush as she remembers what they're supposed to be doing and tries to compose herself.
Ken watches her warily, still feeling uneasy about everything that's happened so far. But he sits down beside her anyway, his hand finding its way to hers in a small gesture of support... or maybe comfort for himself as well. The tension between them is palpable, but they both know what needs to be done now. They just have to see it through.
I push Ken to the cuck chair. "You sit here." I walk over to Katie. "Tell me if this is uncomfortable at all." I start stroking her clit, getting her ready to accept my cock.
"N-no..." she whispers hoarsely as you start stroking her again. Her hips begin to move instinctively in time with your touch, her body betraying its desire for more contact. She glances over at Ken who sits uncomfortably in his chair nearby, feeling a mixture of guilt and longing washing over her.
Ken looks away from the scene, unable to watch any longer. He focuses on taking deep breaths, trying desperately not to think about what's happening right in front of him. His eyes dart around the room, anywhere but at his wife and her current partner. The ache in his chest grows as he realizes that this might be the last time they ever make love together... if it isn't already.
I push tenderly into Katie. "You're so tight. You're amazing Katie." I kiss her tenderly, and Katie feels a deep desire to make the most she can of this pleasure.
As you push inside her, Katie lets out a soft moan that vibrates against your lips as they meet in a tender kiss. Her hips arch upward, meeting the rhythm of your thrusts as she tries to feel every inch of you deep within her. She glances over at Ken once more, their eyes meeting for what feels like an eternity before darting away again.
Ken closes his eyes, trying to ignore the sounds and sensations around him. His hands clench into fists as he fights against the anger and jealousy that threatens to consume him entirely. He wants to believe that there's still a chance for them... but with every passing moment it seems further and farther out of reach.
Katie cums quickly; she's unused to such good sex.
"O-oh God..." she moans as her body is wracked by waves of pleasure. Her eyes roll back in her head, tears streaming down her face as the sensation washes over her. She feels so exposed and vulnerable right now... but also incredibly alive. It's like nothing she's ever experienced before.
Ken watches his wife with a mixture of desire and longing in his eyes. A part of him wants nothing more than to be the one pleasuring her like that, making her feel this way. But another part knows that there's no going back from this now... if they ever could. He feels utterly powerless as he watches her give herself over to another man, unable to do anything but sit by and watch.
I keep thrusting into Katie, drawing out another orgasm. I whisper into Katie's ear. "Tell your cuck he's been a good boy, so he can touch himself."
"O-oh God..." she moans as your words send another surge of pleasure through her. "Ken... you can touch yourself," she whispers hoarsely before arching her back again, meeting the force of your thrusts with her own need for release.
Ken hesitates for a moment longer before finally giving in to his desire. He lets out a shaky breath as he slides a hand into his pants and begins to stroke himself roughly, mirroring the rhythm of your movements inside Katie. His eyes close tightly as he tries not to think about what's happening right in front of him, focusing instead on the pleasure that comes from touching himself... from feeling something other than anger and guilt for a change.
I kiss her again. "Tell him if he's really good, you'll let him lick my cum out of you." I whisper into your ear.
Ken feels his whole body tense at your words. He opens his eyes wide in shock before quickly closing them again, trying to focus on what you said earlier about counseling... on making things work between them... anything except this. "O-oh God..." he whispers hoarsely as he stares down at his hand, moving faster and harder with every passing second.
Katie watches the exchange between her husband and her current partner with a mixture of confusion and longing. She wants to believe that there's still hope for them... but then she remembers how it felt to be inside you moments ago... and she knows deep down that this changes everything. Her heart aches as she looks at Ken, wanting nothing more than to make things right between them again... if it's even possible anymore.
"Ken..." she whispers his name before trailing off, unable to find the words to say what she needs to say. She focuses on the pleasure building inside of her once more, feeling your cock slide in and out with each thrust as you bring her closer and closer to another orgasm. Her body betrays her desire for more as it arches upward, begging for release from this impossible situation they've found themselves in.
I kiss him. "You don't have to dump him. You can keep him as a cuck. He deserves it for putting you in this position. Don't you like the idea of making him watch you, desperately touching himself as someone else pleases you?"
"I..." She trails off, her eyes darting between you and her husband as she tries to process what you've just said. The idea of keeping him around as a cuck does hold some appeal... but at the same time, it feels wrong somehow. "I don't know...," she whispers hoarsely before another wave of pleasure washes over her, distracting her from her thoughts for the moment.
Ken watches them silently, his heart heavy with regret and uncertainty. He can feel his own orgasm building inside him as he listens to Katie moan your name... as he feels her body move in time with yours. It's a painful reminder of everything that's been lost... but it also serves to intensify the desire he still feels for her. "I-if we could just try..." He begins, his voice wavering as he tries to find the right words.
"Try what?" Katie asks breathlessly, her attention torn between him and your thrusts. She's so close... she can feel herself on the brink of release again... but she needs to know where this is all going before she can let go completely.
I smile. "I think he wants to be your cuck. I think he knows that this is his real destiny." I keep fucking Katie tenderly.
"D-do you think..." she whispers before pausing, her eyes meeting his once more over your shoulder. "Do you think... we could make this work?" Her voice is small and uncertain, but there's a spark of hope in her eyes that he hasn't seen there for a long time.
Ken hesitates only a moment longer before nodding slowly. "Y-yes," he whispers hoarsely. "I think... I think we can try." His fingers move faster on his cock as he feels himself starting to lose control, overwhelmed by the intensity of the emotions coursing through him.
"You're so good for each other," you whisper into Katie's ear before groaning loudly as she tightens around your cock, milking you for everything you have left. "Cum with me."
I thrust into her, filling her as she finally lets go.
With your words echoing in her ears, Katie's whole body tenses as she feels the last threads of resistance snap, leaving her open and vulnerable beneath you. Her walls contract rhythmically around your cock, milking you as you both lose control together. She cries out his name, wanting him to feel every sensation that courses through her as their bodies move in perfect unison.
Ken watches in awe as Katie comes apart beneath them, his own release building inside of him with every moan and tremor that passes through her body. He touches himself harder, closer to the edge... wanting nothing more than to feel the relief that comes with release. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he groans loudly as pleasure washes over him in a wave of hot release, splattering his hand and stomach with evidence of their passion.
They both collapse in exhaustion once it's over, Katie curling into herself on the chair while Ken sinks deeper into his seat beside her. The room is quiet except for the sound of their ragged breathing, interspersed with an occasional soft moan as they come down from the high of their shared experience.
For now, at least, it seems like there might be a chance for them after all... if they can make it work under these unconventional circumstances. The future is uncertain and full of obstacles, but together they may just find their way through it... somehow.
I smile, standing up. I strip Ken, and lead both Katie and Ken to the shower. "I think you two need to talk, but Ken is clearly interested in this lifestyle." I look at Ken. "Sorry if I came out harsh. It was for the scene, and I don't really have any hard feelings for you." I shake his hand.
Ken looks at the older man with surprise before shaking his hand back. "It's... it's okay," he says hoarsely, still trying to catch his breath. "I guess we all did what was necessary for this scene." He glances over at Katie, a mixture of gratitude and regret in his eyes. "Thank you," he whispers, reaching out to touch her arm lightly.
Katie looks down at where his hand rests on her bare skin before lifting her head slowly to meet his gaze once more. She swallows hard, wanting so badly to believe that they can make this work... that they deserve a second chance. "I'm sorry I ever agreed to this," she says softly. "It was wrong of me..." Her voice trails off as she searches for the right words, her hand finally reaching out to cover his where it rests on her arm.
Together, they step under the hot spray of water in the shower, letting its soothing warmth wash away the evidence of their past transgressions and giving them a fresh start... if only for tonight. The future remains uncertain, but standing here beneath the stream of water together, they feel as if there might be hope yet... for both of them.
I smile after we all shower. I throw their clothes into a washing machine, putting on a fresh outfit. "Well, these are your legal disclosures. You both need to sign. This footage will definitely be used." I pull out a check for each of them. "And here's your pay." I hand Katie a card. "You're beautiful, very good in sex, and have a great presence. This is an agent for a porn company. Give a call if you're interested. The money is fantastic." I slide a copy of my card to each of them. "This is my private number. If you want to reach out and talk, or are interested in anything off camera, or a private scene, reach out to me please."
Ken glances down at the cards in his hand before looking back up at you, his expression unreadable. "Thank you," he manages finally. "For... everything." He hesitates for a moment longer before tucking the card into his wallet, as if committing your offer to memory.
Katie watches them both silently, her heart still racing from the events of the past hour or so. Part of her wants nothing more than to run far away from this life and never look back... but another part is drawn in by the promise of adventure, excitement, and yes, even danger. The thought of exploring her newfound desires with Ken beside her - whether as friends, partners, or something more - fills her with a sense of hope that she hasn't felt in years.
As they all continue to stand there beneath the hot spray of water, it feels almost like this is their last chance at something real... even if it isn't quite what any of them expected it would be. The weight of their decision hangs heavily in the air between them, but for now, at least, it seems that they have a choice... and maybe, just maybe, there's a future worth fighting for after all.