She sighed as her husband walked past her without a second glance on his way from their en-suite to the wardrobe. Over the past year she'd lost about 25 kilos, and was back to around 60 kilos in weight. She'd toned up through lots of home workouts while Michael was at work and now had almost the same figure as when they had met nearly ten years previously at university, yet he seemed less interested in her than he had been since they'd had their second child three years ago. Thinking back, she was amazed that they'd managed to have a second child at all!
They were both quite shy when they had met at a party during their first year, possibly drawn together by being the two quietest people there. They found out they had quite a lot in common, in particular coming from sheltered backgrounds. They'd dated all through uni and got married about a year later. Both had been virgins on their wedding night, which had been a rather quick experience. Neither of them knew any different, and their weekly fumbles were always done in the dark and over quickly as well.
Their first born, Harry, had arrived close to their first anniversary. A bit of her baby weight had remained at the time, and she'd wondered whether that was why Michael hadn't seemed that interested in her. But when she'd approached the subject of having a second child, she realised that he had decided they should only have one. Worried that he might get a vasectomy, she'd stopped taking the pill and one night when he had come back slightly tipsy from a business event, she'd managed to take advantage of him. She'd felt guilty for a while, but when the longest of long shots had come in, Julie had been so happy all of that guilt had disappeared.
Michael hadn't been happy, claiming they didn't have the money to raise a second child. But Julie had convinced him they'd make it work, and thanks to their backgrounds abortion had never been a question. When their daughter Sarah had been born, Michael had been a doting father. Three years on and Sarah was a real daddy's girl.
But after the birth, Julie's weight had ballooned. She'd added more baby weight to that which she'd kept after Harry, and with Michael barely looking at her any more she'd started to comfort eat.
It had taken an innocent comment from her son when she'd picked him up from nursery a year ago to snap her out of it. She'd always known that she was quite a bit bigger than most of the other mothers, and she'd always overheard them talking about the latest diets or fitness regimes, but had ignored them, and the looks they gave her. But when they were in the car one afternoon and Harry had asked her why she was a lot more cuddly than the other mummies something inside her had changed. She didn't want her son to be embarrassed about his mother, and so had ditched the biscuits and cakes that were around the house, replacing them with fruit. She'd bought a second hand set of dumbbells, started walking a lot more before stepping up to running. Downloaded videos on yoga, Pilates and other exercises came next, and gradually her body had transformed itself, the weight dropping off and her figure returning.
She looked at herself again.
"Returning apart from one bit!" She thought.
Her breasts, which had been a B/ C cup when she was younger, had remained stubbornly fuller, now at least a D cup, more towards DD. Her mother had been scandalised when they'd gone to visit her parents recently. She'd actually made Julie put on a cardigan to try to detract from her chest, even though it was only the six of them there!
To be fair, Julie was also rather embarrassed by her larger cleavage, particularly when she was at the nursery gate and the occasional father was there to pick up their child. She could see the way their eyes went straight to her chest, which made her feel both uncomfortable and yet also strangely happy.
She would occasionally pick up some of the women's magazines when she was in the waiting rooms at the doctor or dentist, or at the hairdresser, and reading those she knew she should be happy about the attention and the fact that men found her figure attractive. But she couldn't help but be disappointed that the one man she wanted to notice didn't seem interested at all.
"How do I look?" She asked.
"Beautiful darling, as always." Answered Michael, his head not leaving his wardrobe.
Julie sighed again. She did look good, she had to admit it, and take pride in it. She was wearing a light green summer dress. The neckline was quite shallow, but the very top of her cleavage was still visible due to the way the material clung to her body and was pushed out slightly by her breasts. Her mother would have been shocked at that, especially as Julie wasn't planning on wearing any kind of shawl or cardigan. She'd have been a bit happier about the length, although not much, as the dress came to just below Julie's knees.
"Well mother," thought Julie, "as the magazines say, if you've got it, flaunt it. Although I don't think I'd like to show more than I am anyway, if I'm honest. But I am happy with my new figure, so why shouldn't I be proud of where I've got to!"
She sat down on the bed to put on her wedge sandals as Michael finished getting himself ready, still not looking at her.
"After all," she continued in her head, "I did this for myself. Michael obviously couldn't care less!"
She felt a pang of guilt at that last thought. He was her husband after all, and she did love him, and she knew he loved her as well, even if sometimes she did wish he would demonstrate it more.
Julie turned her thoughts to the party they were going to. Liv and James were a couple they had met on holiday in Majorca the previous year. It had turned out that they lived on the other side of town, and the four of them had got on really well. Liv and James were in their early forties, yet conversation had been easy with them, and they'd be great with the children.
They had promised to stay in touch on their return to the UK, and had done so for a couple of months. But then the frequency of emails and messages had slowed on both sides. Life had got in the way. Then, two weeks ago, Julie had received a message from Liv inviting them to a barbecue. Julie hadn't been sure about going, she'd never been great in company and Liv had mentioned there would be perhaps a dozen people there. But for once Michael had pushed past his own shyness and insisted they accept. Julie guessed that it was because James worked in finance, same as Michael, but was a lot more senior and her husband no doubt saw it as a chance to advance his career. She couldn't deny him that opportunity, so had made arrangements with her parents-in-law to look after the children.
"Ready dear?" Asked Michael.
She looked up to her husband. He looked very handsome in his polo shirt and trousers.
"Yes darling." Answered Julie, standing.
They got into the car, entered the address into the sat nav and headed off. Michael was driving them there and Julie was doing the return. She didn't really drink alcohol, so didn't mind abstaining completely if driving was involved. After twenty five minutes or so they found a parking spot outside Liv and James' large, detached house.
"Wow! This place looks amazing!" Thought Julie. "It's got to be more than twice the size of our place!"
She knew that they were at different life stages to Liv and James, especially as the older couple didn't have children, but she couldn't help but be envious of them already.
"Impressive." Said Michael, voicing her thoughts. "Who knows, if I make some good connections here we could be in a place like this before long."
Julie squeezed her husband's arm.
"That would be nice dear. Although I do love our little home as well."
"Me too. But no harm in a little ambitious forward planning." Michael smiled at her and she returned it. "Ready?"
"Ready."
They walked up the driveway past the four cars there. Julie assumed that at least two were from other guests, but all four were quite high end, giving her another point of envy.
They rang the doorbell and a couple of minutes later Liv appeared at the door.
"Julie! Michael! Great to see you both again! We were so happy you accepted our invitation. Come in, come in!" She ushered them through the door and into a wide hallway. "Julie, you look amazing! I hardly recognised you! Doesn't she look incredible Michael."
"As always." Replied Michael.
He squeezed Julie close to him as he said that, but she didn't detect any real affection in his voice.
"You'll have to tell me your secret." Continued Liv.
The other woman had a fabulous figure, so Julie knew the last comment was out of politeness, but there had been real warmth in Liv's praise for the way Julie looked.
"Oh it's nothing really." Answered Julie coyly.
"Nonsense. Don't take this the wrong way, but you've transformed! I'll be picking your brain later."
They'd now reached a large set of patio doors and were led into a huge garden. James spotted them coming and walked over to meet them.
"Michael! Julie!" He shook Michael's hand and gave Julie a kiss on the cheek. "Fabulous to see you both. Drinks are over there, grab yourselves something and mingle. If you'll excuse me, I need to borrow my lovely wife for some help with the food."
He wrapped his arm around Liv and they walked back into the kitchen.
Michael and Julie walked over to the drinks table. Michael poured an orange juice for his wife and picked up a beer. The pair of them turned to survey the scene. It seemed as though they were the last people to arrive, about a dozen others were standing around in small groups, all apart from one man who was on his own, also apparently crowd watching. He spotted them and started to head over to them.
"Hi, I'm Martin." He said, holding out his had as he arrived.
"Michael. And this is my wife Julie."
They shook hands.
"So how do you know Liv and James?"
"We met them on holiday last year."
"Ok, ok."
"How about you?" Asked Julie.
She looked at the man standing before them. He was about the same age as she was, and looked about as out of place as she felt. He was wearing jeans, a band T-shirt and scruffy trainers.
"I'm Liv's cousin. I'm in town for a couple of weeks, so she invited me along, probably more as a sense of family obligation than anything else."
"Oh I'm sure that's not the case. Family ties are always strong." Answered Michael.
"Hmmm, not always. I'm something of a black sheep you see."
"Oh, really? And why's that, if you don't mind me asking? I mean, it can't be anything too bad as I assume Liv wouldn't have invited you were that the case."
"True. But let's just say the rest of my family frowns on what I do for a living."
"I see, and what's that?"
"I make adult movies."
"What? Like, er, what do they call it... manga? That kind of thing? That's not exactly scandalous."
Martin laughed.
"Er no. I suppose you could say those are adult films in some way, but I mean proper adult films." He scanned the two blank faces before him. "Pornography?"
Julie felt herself blushing, while Michael paused before taking a gulp of his drink. They were saved from responding when Liv reappeared.
"I see you've met my reprobate cousin." She said.
"Er, yes, we have." Answered Michael.
"Just ignore him. I love him to pieces, but he can be a bit too provocative at times. Sometimes I think he just tries to annoy the rest of us on purpose."
Martin laughed again.
"You got me cuz!"
"Now Martin, if you'll excuse us, there are some people that I'd like to introduce these two to." Liv turned to Michael. "They're some of James' colleagues. I think it'll definitely be worth your while chatting to them."
As she led them over to another group, Julie was sure she could still feel Martin's eyes on her. She'd been shocked when he said what he did for a living, but a part of her had been intrigued. She'd never watched or seen any pornography, and something was making her want to find out more about Martin and what he did.
Liv introduced them to the group and Julie saw Michael‘s eyes light up as he realised that most of the people there were quite senior in banking and investment. She knew this was the moment he'd been waiting for, trying to make a mark in a tough industry having the right contacts always helped.
As the conversation got more technical Julie could feel her attention drifting. She was also sure she could still feel Martin's gaze on her. She risked a quick glance at the drinks table and saw that he did seem to be looking straight at her. She looked away quickly, but as she did she saw a slight smile curve Martin's mouth.
Julie was both embarrassed and proud. Embarrassed that another man was looking at her, but also proud that he was taking an interest. She looked over at her husband, who was totally engrossed in his conversation and had turned himself slightly away from her. Julie realised that left her slightly outside the group. Her drink was almost empty and she was torn. She was not part of this conversation, and never would be, nor would she be missed if she walked off. But she should stay by her husband, not go off to speak to a stranger who she'd met only a few minutes previously. And certainly not one who was looking at her the way that Martin was... especially if he was involved in what he said he was... and yet...
She shook herself mentally and turned her attention back to the group.
And yet...
A minute later she'd made up her mind. She was too intrigued by Martin. She gestured with her empty glass slightly, but no one she was with caught the movement. Nor did they seem to notice as she turned and walked away. Martin did, and he smiled as she headed to the drinks table.
"Hello again." He said as she neared.
"Hello again. I need to refresh my drink." She waved the glass, aware that her cheeks were heating up.
"Allow me. What are you having?"
"Just orange juice please. I'm driving later."
"OJ it is then." Martin picked up the carton from the table and poured some into Julie's glass. "How's the conversation?"
"Oh very complicated, all finance related. I don't really understand it myself. I studied history at uni."
"I see. Well I can see why you detached yourself from the group. Finance is soooo dry! Most of my family are involved in it in one way or another. Even Liv, who was quite creative when she was younger I believe, dried up and got dragged into the industry when she married James. Don't get me wrong, I love ‘em all, but GOD they're boring!"
He laughed and Julie couldn't help but join him.
"I shouldn't say, as it is Michael's passion, but I have to agree!"
"You see. Whereas things like history... now that's a really interesting subject."
He raised his glass and Julie clinked hers against his.
"I think so. I haven't had much chance to do anything with it since uni though. Michael and I married soon after we left uni, and then with the children... I mean I try to get the eldest interested, but he's only five so it's a bit early."
"I guess so, but I can tell you're passionate about it, so hopefully that will rub off on him. At least, I hope it rubs off more than his Dad's finance does."
He smiled and Julie laughed slightly.
"Thank you. Fingers crossed. And how about you, I guess your dislike of finance is what's pushed you to... can I say rebel?"
"Rebel's a good word for it. Yeah, I guess you could say that it was being surrounded by finance that led me to do what I do. But it's mainly because one of my best friends from secondary school is rather well endowed and is great with the ladies. I'd always been drawn to the creative side of things and did film studies at uni myself. When I went back home at the end of my degree I met up with my old friend and, after a few beers, we decided to combine our talents. We found a willing girl, who didn't mind the idea of me filming her with Aman and the rest, I guess, is history."
"Noooo!" Gasped Julie. "You actually filmed them having sex?!? I don't believe it! That's such a private thing between two people who are in love!"
"Not always. Often people are just physically attracted to each other and end up in bed, things like love and relationships don't really come into it."
Julie just shook her head slowly. She'd been brought up in a very different world to that which Martin inhabited it seemed. Her parents had told her she had to wait until she was married before committing to making love to someone. Could it really be that people just did it for fun?
"Don't get me wrong Julie," continued Martin, "being in a committed relationship is great, and maybe Aman and I will reach that point sometime in the future, but neither of us are there yet. And even if we were, it doesn't necessarily mean that the fun has to stop. Many of the women on our site are actually married, they're just out for a little spice in their lives."
Julie's jaw dropped.
"No, that can't be! What about their husbands?!? How can they cheat like that?!?"
"Some of them are cheating I guess, but a lot have actually been encouraged to come to us by their husbands. Sometimes it's to inject a little bit of something to shake up their mundane sex lives, sometimes it's because the woman has a higher sex drive than the man can cope with, or just that he gets off on seeing her fucking someone else... as long as things look good on camera, we don't really care why they do it. Although we do ask the question, seems the users are rather intrigued by that kind of thing."
"Unbelievable!!"
Julie's thoughts were racing, and it felt like there were little sparks firing in areas of her body and mind that hadn't been alive for a long time. She was saved from having to respond to Martin's words by the arrival of her husband.
"There you are dear." He said, giving her a rather perfunctory peck on the cheek. "I didn't see you leave our little group."
"I... er, just came to refresh my drink." She replied, trying to ignore the heat in her cheeks and Martin's raised eyebrow.
"Great minds, that's why I also broke away." Answered Michael, opening a bottle of beer. "Although I must head back as Darren was just starting on an exceptionally interesting train of thought about the latest interest rate announcement."
He nodded in Martin's direction without really acknowledging him and headed back to the group.
"I'll be over again in a moment." Said Julie to his back.
"Sounds thrilling, doesn't it?" Said Martin with a wink.
"Very," answered Julie with a wry smile, "but I suppose I should make my way over to them. Dutiful wife, you know how it is... or actually I suppose you don't."
"Well you say that, but I have met many a dutiful wife... although you can imagine in what circumstances."
Julie felt her cheeks heating again.
"Oh, yes, I... er... yes."
Martin pressed a business card into her free hand.
"Just in case you ever feel like seeing how dutiful some of them are."
He gave her another wink and wandered off in the direction of the buffet table. Julie looked quickly at the card.
Martin Kingston Producer and Director - FilledbyAman.com martin@filledbyaman.com
She slipped it into her handbag, took a couple of deep breaths and went to join her husband.
All through the rest of the party she could swear that she could feel Martin's eyes on her, but any time she turned to look he was either nowhere to be seen or had his back to her. Thoughts flooded into her head.
Was he attracted to her? He certainly seemed to admire her figure, and without saying it directly, had also seemed to realise her frustration at Michael's lack of attention... but was it real, or just because of the films he makes?
"Oh my God! He can't possibly think that I'd...!!!"
The sparks were going off inside her again. She realised that she'd again been kind of closed out of the circle that she and Michael were with.
"No! That's not who I am!!" She thought. "I mean, it was nice that someone was paying me attention and appreciating me as a woman, particularly as he's a little bit younger, and quite good looking... stop it! You're married!"
Part of her realised that she hadn't used the word ‘happily'.
"Even so!" She thought, shaking herself mentally. "Just because some attractive young man shows more interest in you than your husband has in years, that isn't a reason to contemplate adultery, even briefly!"
She tried to reinsert herself in the circle, but was soon outside it again. However she stuck close to Michael anyway until they headed home a couple of hours later.
Once inside, they headed straight to the bedroom and Michael made his way to the en-suite to brush his teeth. Julie stripped down to her underwear and was about to pull out her pyjamas from under the covers when a thought crossed her mind. Instead, she entered the en-suite, walked up behind her husband and started to kiss his neck, wrapping her arms around him and undoing the buttons of his shirt.
"Mmm Julie," he said, slightly muffled due to a mouthful of toothpaste, "please don't. I'm really tired, and I want to get up early tomorrow to look into some of those things that Darren advised."
Deflated, Julie padded back into the bedroom and changed into her pyjamas. They were thick, tartan, cotton ones that didn't leave much uncovered. As she buttoned the top and made her way back to the bathroom to brush her teeth she found herself wondering if maybe something a bit more revealing would interest her husband. But then, she thought, you just tried to seduce him wearing only your underwear and that didn't work, why would different nightwear have any other effect.
She heard Michael climb into bed and by the time she had finished in the bathroom and was doing the same he was clearly asleep. Julie lay on her back trying to get to sleep, but her thoughts kept drifting to things that Martin had said...
Dutiful wife... mundane sex life... looks good on camera... being fucked by another man...
She'd never used the F-word before and even thinking it made her flinch slightly, but it sounded right. Unsure as to why, she found her hand slipping down between her legs. To her surprise and slight disgust he felt a wet spot on her bottoms. She also felt a slight tingle as she pressed her fingers against it. Julie had read that this sort of thing happened, but she couldn't bring herself to touch herself further. Instead she tried to focus on the sound of her husband breathing next to her and tried to drift off to sleep.
She had a fitful night, not helped by the fact that her nipples seemed to be permanently erect and as sensitive as they had been when she had been breastfeeding. Every move she made as she tried to get comfortable made them rub against her pyjamas, causing tingles to race through her body, focusing between her legs.
Julie woke the next morning and quickly busied herself getting ready for her in-laws to bring the children back. Michael's parents were staying for lunch as well, so Julie was grateful for the distraction. The day passed quickly, although the disapproving look her mother-in-law gave when the apple pie came out of the oven slightly overdone hurt, especially when Michael saw it and didn't say anything supportive.
The next day was Monday. Michael went off to work early, he'd been very excited about something he'd read in the information he'd been told to look at at the party and wanted to get in to make an instant start on things. He'd told Julie as he left that, if things worked out the way he thought, by the same time next year they'd be in a house every bit as grand as Liv and James'.
Julie had smiled at that, but her focus was on getting the children ready for school and nursery. As she rummage through her handbag for her keys she came across Martin's card. She looked at it for a moment.
"I should throw this away." She thought.
She was about to crumple it up when she was distracted by shouts from the living room. Running back that way to sort out whatever squabble was taking place, she instead stuffed the card into the pocket of her jeans.
It was only when she was returning home from the school run and put her hand in her pocket for her keys again that she found it. Looking at it as she entered the house her mind was racing.
"No!" She thought. "I can't! It's all so wrong! I should just throw this away like I said and forget about the whole thing!"
She stared at the card again.
"Although... maybe just a quick look. Just to prove how disgusting the whole thing is... No! I can't, can I? Can I?"
Without realising it, Julie now found herself sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her knees.
"Well, as I'm here then..."
She opened up the screen, opened a browser window and typed in the site address. Her finger hovered over the Enter button for what seemed like an eternity until she finally hit the key.
The entry page was all black apart from a clear message that there was pornographic material contained on the following pages and a space for Julie to enter her date of birth.
"Here goes nothing." She said to herself as she entered the numbers and clicked on 'Next'.
The page transformed and Julie was confronted by a series of boxes, each containing a short piece of text and a handful of photos. She looked closely at the first one, which had apparently only been added to the site a matter of days earlier.
"Sally is a divorced mother of one, who hasn't had a cock in over 6 months. She contacted us and Aman reminded her of what she had been missing. Click on the preview to see a glimpse of just how much Aman filled her up!"
Julie looked at the pictures first. They started off showing a quite average looking woman sat on a sofa. She was possibly in her late 30s and wearing the sort of dress that both Julie's mother and mother-in-law would have had lots to say about! They'd have then called the woman all kinds of horrible names if they'd seen the remaining five pictures which showed her first undressed, then with Aman' penis in her mouth and then... Julie turned away in disgust. The first picture had been bad enough, but she couldn't believe anyone would do those things on film!
She tried to focus on the wall opposite her, but her mind was whirring. She felt hot and her nipples seemed to be trying to burst out of her bra. She tried to press them flat with her hands, but that only seemed to make them harder! Julie moaned softly as what seemed like electric charges pulsed through her. Her breath was coming in short gasps.
She couldn't help but turn back to the screen before her. She heard herself sigh as she took her right hand from her chest and moved the cursor over the 'Play' arrow on the video. She clicked on it and, over the next 90 seconds, saw this seemingly normal woman doing things with... well it had to be a trick, thought Julie, no real penis could be that big!!! At the end of the short clip Sally looked to be very tired, but also incredibly happy.
Julie couldn't help but click on the next video clip. She didn't even read the text, she just wanted to see more. As she watched, she felt her crotch throbbing. She quickly undid her jeans and slipped a hand between her legs. Her knickers felt wet. Julie rubbed herself softly as she watched the clip, and then another. Halfway through that one she felt her whole body tense and she let out a small cry.
"Oh my!" She thought. "That felt like how the magazines describe an orgasm!!"
Julie was both ashamed at what she had felt, but also intrigued. If just a couple of short clips caused that, what would happen if she watched a whole video? She clicked on the option to do that and was taken to a registration page where she saw it would cost her £30 for one month's access. Part of her was relieved, she and Michael had a joint account, so there was no way she could sign up without him knowing. And yet... she really wanted to watch just one of the videos all the way thorough, just to see exactly what it was that drove these women to do this.
"Well, you'll just have to keep guessing!" She thought to herself.
She closed the laptop and went to get changed. Her knickers were now soaked and had left a small wet spot on her jeans. She put on new pairs of each and did a load of laundry with the others. That covered part of the evidence, but her nipples were still painfully stiff and she wondered if they would ever go down. They were clear through her T-shirt and Julie wondered how she'd explain that to her husband
"Assuming he notices!" A spiteful part of her mind thought.
She spent the rest of the day doing chores and, fortunately, her nipples did gradually go down. There was still a small part of her brain that kept replaying what she had seen, but she ignored that as best she could until it was time to pick up the children. They provided the distraction she needed until Michael got home.
Once the children were in bed, Julie and Michael settled down on the sofa. Julie tried to snuggle close to her husband, and was upset when he pulled out some paperwork and started to go through it.
"Honey," she said, putting her hand on his thigh, "why don't we have an early night?"
"I'm sorry darling," answered Michael, giving her a peck on the top of her head, "I promised my boss that I'd go over these numbers tonight for him. That's going to take me a while I'm afraid, but if you're feeling tired, go ahead without me."
"That's not what I meant!" Thought Julie, although her words to her husband were different. "Ok sweetheart, I might do that then. Don't work too hard."
Julie left her husband and headed to the bedroom. She changed into her pyjamas, brushed her teeth and settled into bed. Try as she might, she couldn't get to sleep. At first she was angry at Michael for choosing work over her, then she felt guilty as it was because of his effort they were able to have the life they did and she knew he was only trying to make things better for them. And yet... slowly the images she'd seen online started to creep back into her head. She moaned softly in frustration as she felt her nipples begin to harden.
"Not again..." she thought.
She tried to ignore it, but whether she had her eyes open or closed all she saw were images of those other women being satisfied by Aman. After a couple of minutes Julie unbuttoned her top and pressed her hands to her naked breasts. As she massaged them gently she imagined that it was Aman's hands kneading her flesh. She sighed as she pinched one nipple and then the other, tingles shooting from each to her brain.
"Oh, why does this feel so good?" She thought.
"Because you're a woman, and you have needs!" Came the reply from another part of her brain.
Unprompted, her right hand slid down her body and past the waistband of her pyjama bottoms.
"No, this is wrong!" She thought.
But the other part of her replied again as her fingers arrived between her legs.
"If it's wrong, why does it feel so good? Just imagine how much better it would feel if it was someone else doing this!"
Julie knew she should be picturing her husband, but the image in her head as she began to caress the warm, damp area between her legs was Aman.
"Mmm, yes, it does feel good... too good... mmm... ahhh... yesss... just there... ah, ah, ah, ooooooo!!!" She thought, biting her lip to stop from actually crying out as her orgasm hit.
She lay panting on the bed, one hand still between her legs, the other on her breast, for a few moments, her thoughts racing. Eventually she buttoned her top back up and before long she finally felt herself drift off to sleep.
"I couldn't..." was the last thing she remembered thinking.
The following morning she woke early to the sound of the children calling to her from their rooms. As she busied herself with them she heard Michael enter the bathroom. A short while later he came into the kitchen, grabbed a piece of toast and gave Julie and the children each a peck on the cheek.
"Got to dash," he said, "I noticed something as I was going through the numbers yesterday that I need to speak to Jeremy about first thing. Have a good day everyone."
And with that Julie was again back to being the dutiful wife and mother. She sighed as Harry knocked over a glass of orange juice.
"Just one day where he notices we exist for more than two minutes." She thought. "That's all I ask."
She mopped up the juice, got the children ready and took them out to school and nursery. Outside the nursery she noticed that a couple of children were being dropped off by their fathers.
"Never going to happen." She told herself.
As she turned to walk home she caught the eye of one of the men. She wasn't sure, but she thought maybe he'd been looking her up and down.
"Don't be so vain..."
He smiled and winked at her.
"Oh my word! He was looking at me!"
Julie felt herself turning red and quickly hurried away.
She arrived home and poured herself a glass of water. She really felt like a glass of wine to settle her racing heart, but told herself it was far too early for that, and so gulped her water.
"That's just so wrong! On all levels. I'm married, I guess he might be too, and... well... he shouldn't be looking at me like that! It's embarrassing!"
She leaned against the counter top.
"But it was nice, wasn't it? To have someone appreciate your body. When was the last time Michael did that? Appreciate it for the compliment it was. And he was quite good looking too. Not Aman-level good looking, but..."
Julie caught herself. She hadn't thought yesterday about Aman's looks, she thought she'd been focusing on the women, but clearly he'd made an impression.
"Well I suppose he'd have to be quite good looking to make the films," she thought, "but was he that good looking?"
She hadn't realised, but as she'd thought about Aman she'd made her way through to the living room and was picking up her laptop.
Julie paused.
"Well, just one. Just to check what he looks like."
She opened the laptop up and quickly found her way back onto the site. Clicking on the same first preview as before, she watched as Aman and Sally had sex. Even in only thirty seconds it was clear how attractive Aman was. His body was incredibly toned and his features were chiselled.
Julie felt her body reacting in the ways she'd only started to feel the day before.
"Maybe one more then, to be sure."
She clicked on a different preview, one she hadn't viewed before. As she watched, her right hand crept underneath her T-shirt and started to caress her breasts.
"Mmmm, control yourself!" She moaned, but her hand remained where it was.
Two previews later and she was sitting on the sofa in just her underwear.
"Oh Julie, what's become of you?" She thought as she brought herself to climax.
A moment later she had Martin's card in her hand and was composing an email.
Dear Martin,
I'm not sure if you remember me, my name is Julie, we met recently at a party at your cousin's.
I don't really know why I'm writing to you. It's wrong on so many levels, and yet... ever since we spoke I've been intrigued by what you said. I've visited the site as well and, even though I've only seen the short previews, they've had an effect on me that I've never experienced.
I can't believe I'm writing these words, but I think I might want to know, to do, more.
Yours, Julie
She pressed send before she could have any second thoughts. As the email window disappeared she was again confronted by the last preview she'd watched. She bit her lip as she pressed play. Her fingers moving to her damp crotch as she imagined it was her that Aman was doing those things to.
She viewed another three videos, climaxing again, before she saw the icon pop up that she had an email. She opened her inbox and saw it was from Martin.
Hi Julie,
I can't tell you how happy I was to receive your email. And I was over the moon to hear that the previews had turned you on.
I'd love to make a video with you, and I'm positive that Aman would think you're as incredible as I do.
However, I want you to be 1000% sure that you would be going into it with your eyes open. Therefore, I suggest that you use the code below to gain full access to the site and watch some of the full length films. That way you'll have a much better idea of how we work, what we do, that kind of thing.
Once you've viewed a couple, if you're still interested get back in touch and we'll meet up again in person.
Best, Martin
Julie copied the string of random letters and numbers that he'd included into the registration page. Once she'd verified her log in details, she was taken to a page that looked much like the one she'd been on before, but with the difference that instead of "Preview" the videos now said "Full Video".
"Might as well start with the most recent one again." She thought as she clicked play on Sally's video.
As the player opened up she saw that it was over an hour long!
"An hour?!" She thought. "That's impossible! Michael only lasts for a couple of minutes. How do they make this last an hour!!"
Julie listened as Sally talked to Martin about her sex life, or lack of following her divorce, her likes and dislikes, what she wanted from the day, and so on. Julie was shocked by the language used, but a lot of what this stranger was saying resonated with her.
And then Aman arrived.
Julie was even more struck at how handsome he was as she watched him speak to Sally, before they started to undress each other. She was entranced as she watched the two of them coupling in ways that she'd never thought possible. Before she knew it, an hour had passed and she was looking at a frozen picture of a very satisfied looking Sally, who had just taken her third load of semen inside her bum of all places!!
It took Julie a good few minutes to recover from what she'd seen on screen. She hadn't touched herself at all while she'd watched, and yet her nipples were pushing painfully against her bra and her knickers felt wet when she moved.
"Oh my!" Was all she could think.
She scrolled down the page and picked another video at random. This one was of a woman in her forties called Tania, who has been encouraged to "explore her sexuality" by her husband. Julie could see the woman's rings shining as she wrapped her hand around Aman's penis.
Julie removed her bra and touched her sensitive nipples.
"Mmmmmm." She sighed as she began touching herself in response to the action on the screen.
By the end of this film Julie had orgasmed four times. It had seemed as though Tania had been almost constantly climaxing for about half of the film, even as Aman took her anally, something Julie hadn't believed was possible. By the end of the film Tania had been barely able to speak.
Julie herself felt exhausted, but also far more satisfied than she ever had. She stared at the screen, a picture of Tania grinning back at her.
There was another thought at the back of her mind, a touch of guilt about the fact she had imagined herself in Tania's place, with Aman, and not her husband. But her overriding thought was, why shouldn't she be allowed to have the same experience! To feel the same satisfaction at having a real man take care of her sexual needs completely!
She caught sight of the clock on the wall and realised that it wasn't far from lunchtime and she hadn't got any housework done. She shut the laptop down with a sigh, went to the bedroom to change her knickers, got dressed and started to busy herself around the house.
As with the previous day, by the time she had to go and pick up the children, the morning's viewing had been pushed to the back of her mind, although not completely out of it. As she cooked sausages for the children's tea she couldn't help but look at them and picture one of them being larger... and attached to Aman...
Her attention was quickly drawn back to the here and now as Sarah started opening cupboard doors looking for ketchup.
Again she went to bed alone, Michael working late in the living room. And again Julie found herself masturbating as she imagined herself in Tania's place, even to the point of wondering what it might be like to have him in her bottom.
As she drifted off to sleep, Julie felt a plan forming in her head.
The next morning Michael had already left the house by the time Julie and the children got up. She got the children ready and then went to get herself dressed. As she looked in the wardrobe her eyes fell on the dress she'd worn at the weekend. A thought that both her and Michael's parents would have called wicked crossed her mind. Pulling it out, she slipped it on.
"A bit overdressed for the school run maybe," she thought, "but why not!"
"Pretty mummy." Said Sarah as Julie came downstairs.
"Thank you darling." Answered Julie. "Now come on, off to school."
Julie felt a bit giddy as, as they approached the nursery, she saw the father who had smiled at her the previous day already there.
As she approached, she stopped the children and bent to straighten Sarah's dress. It didn't need it, but by bending at the waist Julie knew she'd be giving the man a good glimpse of her cleavage. She felt herself smile at the thought.
"What's funny mummy?" Asked Sarah.
"What? Oh, nothing sweetheart, I was just thinking of your daddy."
She felt a bit wicked at that lie, but as she stood and saw the man's eyes practically on stalks she also felt incredibly happy. She smiled at him and he grinned back. His eyes roamed over her body, giving Julie a sense of satisfaction and attractiveness that she hadn't felt for years. Once she'd watched Sarah safely enter the nursery, she turned and walked away, smiling to herself again as she pictured the man watching her.
Julie dropped Harry at school and hurried back home. She stripped the dress off as soon as she got through the door and settled down on the sofa with the laptop. Opening Aman's site she picked a new video. This time the woman was called Angela and as Julie listened to the opening interview she heard a story that seemed to match her own.
Julie watched as Aman satisfied Angela, the story making her feel even closer to the action. What shocked and surprised Julie was that as she watched the action on screen, sometimes she imagined Aman touching her, but sometimes she also pictured the man at the school gate with her. Her orgasms felt more intense this time, which she put down to a combination of the story and her experience that morning.
Once the video finished and she was again looking at a picture of a very satisfied woman, Julie decided to go through with the plan she had come up with the previous night.
She opened up her email and replied to Martin.
Hi Martin,
Thanks for the code. I've only watched a couple of videos so far, but they've had an incredible effect on me. In particular Angela's, whose story I could really relate to.
Even before that I found myself flirting with another man. I have therefore realised I need to make a film with Aman. I want to feel like a real woman at least once.
I don't know how long you need to make your films, but I'm free between the school runs every day, so hopefully that fits with your schedule.
I really hope we can work something out.
Yours, Julie
She hit send and sat back on the sofa. Her stomach was doing somersaults. Here she was, a married mother of two and she'd just sent off a message asking to make an adult movie with a complete stranger!
She kept staring at the screen, willing Martin to reply. When half an hour had passed with no response she felt incredibly down hearted. She closed the laptop and started doing odd jobs around the house to take her mind off the wait. Eventually, at about 2pm, she dared to open the laptop again. Her heart jumped as she saw a message in her inbox.
Hi Julie,
Sorry for not coming back to you straight away, Aman and I have been filming all morning.
It's fantastic news that you want to make a movie with us. The next step is for you and I to meet and go through all of the details. By which I mean not only the legals, schedule and so on, but I also want to speak to you to make absolutely sure this is what you want to do.
Would tomorrow at 11am work for you? The coffee shop in the station?
Best Martin
Julie stared at the screen. This was it, this was what she wanted. And yet she took an age to compose the simple reply saying that she'd see him there. She pressed send, sat back and took a deep breath.
"Maybe that's the first nail in the coffin of my marriage." She thought. "But I actually don't really care. I know it's not like me to think like this, but I need to experience more, I need to live a little, even if it's just once!"
She collected herself, stood up and got back to get 'normal' life.
The rest of the day panned out as every other one before it. The children keeping her busy, Michael paying her minimal attention...
"Same old, same old." Thought Julie as she fed Harry and Sarah.
The next morning Julie dressed more normally than the previous day. She'd have liked to wear something nicer again in the hope that the same father would be at the school gates. But on the other hand, as she was going to meet Martin, she did worry that if they happened to be seen by someone she knew, at least if she was only in jeans and a top it would look less conspicuous, just two friends having a coffee.
Julie was slightly disappointed when the father wasn't at the school, but her mind was more on her appointment later. She headed straight into town after dropping the children off and busied herself with some shopping while she waited for eleven. At ten to she was walking into the cafe. She knew she was a touch early, but was relieved when she saw Martin wave at her from one of the tables. She made her way over and, as she neared, he stood.
"Lovely to see you again Julie." Said Martin, extending his hand.
"And you Martin." Replied Julie, shaking it. "I know I'm a bit early, but I thought I might as well get here as I was nearby."
"No problem. Given the nature of these conversations, and what they usually mean for the women I meet, I usually arrive early and wait for about an hour. Nerves work in several ways. Either people turn up early as they want to get things over with. Or they delay until they've built up confidence, or they don't turn up. I never take it personally, after all, this isn't about me. Can I get you a drink?"
"Skinny latte please."
"Ok, take a seat and I'll be back shortly."
Julie sat as Martin headed to the counter. She scanned the room and was relieved to not recognise any of the faces in the shop.
A few minutes later Martin returned.
"They'll bring the drinks over in a moment." He said as he sat. "So, before we get into details, how have you been?"
"Mixed." Answered Julie with a smile. "Although you may have gathered that from my emails."
Martin laughed gently.
"Yes, I think I know what you mean. To be honest, much as I would often like to be wrong, there are times when I meet someone, like when we meet at the party, that I really hope I'm right."
He paused while a waitress arrived with their drinks.
"You see," he continued once they were alone again, "neither me nor Aman want irate husbands on our backs. We'd prefer all of our videos to have consent from everyone. But it has to be said that the most popular videos are those where it seems like the woman has gone behind her partners' back."
"Like Angela?"
"Like Angela, yes. I take it she was one you watched in full?"
"She was the last one I watched before I emailed you yesterday. So much of what she said resonated with me and then when I saw how happy she was at the end... it tipped me over the edge in so many ways. I wanted to be her at that moment."
"Well you made a good choice there, Angela is, I think, still our most popular video."
"I'm not surprised, she's really attractive and it looked so real."
"That's because it is real. We never make anyone do anything they don't want to do. The woman is always in control and can say stop at any time, even mid-shoot. That's why all of the reactions are completely natural."
"I see, well she was clearly enjoying every moment."
"Absolutely. And I'm guessing that's what you want. But let me ask why? If we actually make a film, you'll know that I go through a lot of details before anything starts, but why don't you tell me why we're here now?"
Julie finished her coffee while she gathered her thoughts. A quick glance around the cafe confirmed there were still no familiar faces.
"I love my husband," she started, "but... well, we married young. We were both virgins when we met. Sex was, I thought, good at first, although I had no benchmarks. And we were in love, but then I fell pregnant with our first child, Michael started working more and, I think because I'd put on a bit of weight, he started to lose interest. And then after our second child, to put it simply, nothing.
I hadn't thought anything of it until you and I met. And then the way you looked at me, the compliments you paid me, made me wonder why my husband didn't look at me that way. When you gave me the details of the site, initially I wasn't sure. It was so far removed from my upbringing that I didn't think I could look at it. Curiosity got the better of me and I went onto it. As I watched a couple of previews I started to feel something I hadn't felt for a very long time."
"You were turned on." Said Martin with a wink.
Julie felt her cheeks colouring.
"Well, yes. That's when I first emailed you. But again, when you gave me the access code it took me a while to pluck up the courage to use it. And then when I watched the first full video... so many emotions were flying round, but I guess envy was the main one. I wanted to be those women, to experience what they were experiencing. I'd never masturbated before, but over these last couple of days I've barely stopped either touching myself or wanting to!"
"Are you feeling horny now Julie?" Asked Martin quietly.
She nodded.
"Even here, sat in a coffee shop just talking about it, my whole body is tingling."
Martin smiled, nodded and finished his coffee.
"Thank you for sharing that Julie. I think you're ready to take things further, and I know Aman will love you. Also, now that I know a little of your motivation, I'll let you in on something. We do pay all of the women on our site. It's a thousand pounds for the filming and then, after that, we pay one pound for every view of the full film on the site and fifty pence per view of a twenty minute highlight video we put on various free to use sites in an effort to drive more people to sign up with us. To give you a rough idea, Angela's video went live six months ago and I think she's already made at least three grand."
"Wow!"
"You see, I don't mention the money straight off because I don't want that to be the reason the woman makes the video. It should be because she really wants to, that's another way of knowing that the reactions are genuine.
Now, if we are to go ahead and get you, me and Aman in a room with a camera, how do we go about it?"
"I'm a stay at home mum, although the youngest is now at nursery, so I guess I'm more a stay at home wife. That means I'm free every day between 9 and 2, before and after that I'm with the children."
"Ok, that works. Filming normally takes a couple of hours, so we can fit that into your schedule. We usually shoot on one of the newer estates just outside town. We can arrange for a car to pick you up and drop you off."
He picked up his phone and checked the calendar.
"Would next Wednesday work for you?"
"Er, yes sure."
"We're pretty flexible, if you'd prefer another day let me know."
"No, no. Next Wednesday is good."
"Great, I'll sort out all of the details and will email you in the next couple of days."
"OK, er, one question already. What should I wear?"
"Whatever you're comfortable in, you don't need to make a special effort. Although something like that dress you wore at the party would be nice. It was sexy, but also classy. Watch some of the videos again, they might help inspire you."
"I will."
Martin smiled and Julie felt her cheeks colouring again as she knew he knew she wouldn't just be watching for clothing tips.
"Actually, I've got one more question. Do you ever..."
Martin shook his head.
"No, I'm much happier behind the camera. And besides, even though the women we film are attractive and in normal circumstances I'd be very interested, I'd be a massive let down after Aman!"
Julie wasn't sure how she felt about that. Martin was quite handsome, but she supposed it was all about Aman.
"I see." She answered. "Well the site does carry his name, although disappointment is a harsh word Martin."
He smiled back at her.
"Well I guess I'll never know, as it's not how we work. Anyway, as I said, I'll make the arrangements and will be in touch. I'll send you our contract, it's nothing too complicated, just confirmation that you're not being coerced, are disease free, that kind of thing. Actually one question before that, as you've seen, Aman comes in every hole, so obviously he doesn't wear a condom. What sort of birth control do you use?"
"I had a tubal ligation after our second child, so no worries there."
Martin nodded.
"Ok, great. That's one less worry."
He stood up.
"Great to see you Julie, I'm really looking forward to this. But don't forget, you can back out at any time. Feel free to take another couple of days to think about it before confirming."
Julie sat and nursed the empty mug for a few minutes after he had gone before she also stood and left. She stopped by the supermarket on the way home and so had no time to check her email, or look at the site, before she went to collect the children.
The following day, when she was alone at home, she went straight onto the site. She watched a number of previews, focusing on the clothing the women were wearing. There was quite a mix, but it was always quite classy and not always overtly sexy, even their underwear. But Julie felt they all looked better than anything she had. Yes, she had the dress she'd worn to the party, but she wasn't too sure about wearing that.
It would be hard for her to buy anything new as that would show on the statement of their joint bank account and lead to awkward questions from Michael. Likewise she couldn't ask friends without arousing suspicion. As she sat and thought she suddenly remembered something.
In her first year of university her roommate had been a much more outgoing girl. They'd gone shopping early on to buy some clubbing clothes and there was one outfit that she'd pushed Julie to buy. Julie had never worn it though, when she'd put it on again that evening she'd been horrified at how tarty it looked and had chickened out. She'd never got round to taking it back, and for some reason had also never taken it to a charity shop. Although to be fair, part of the reason for that was that she was no longer sure where it was.
She went to her bedroom and searched through her wardrobe, but it wasn't there. The only other option was that it had ended up with a lot of old towels and other things that had been put in the loft 'just in case'. As she climbed the ladder she wondered why she was doing this and then she remembered the conversation she'd had with Martin. This was something for her and about time too.
After half an hour of searching she found what she was looking for. Taking it back down to the bedroom she got changed. She was pleased to find she could still fit into it. The outfit consisted of a black leather skirt that came to mid-thigh and a claret silk-style, short sleeved blouse. Her bigger cleavage meant that the blouse was strained over her chest, making it slightly open between the buttons, but as Julie turned and looked at herself she was quite pleased at how that seemed to tease at what was within, perfect for what she was going to be wearing it for. She searched again in her wardrobe and came out with the highest heels that she had. They only had a 3 inch heel, but the strap around the ankle was quite sexy, she thought, and they matched the skirt nicely. She put them on and looked at herself again in the mirror.
"Looking good!" She told herself, feeling a slight, ingrained twinge at the pride she felt.
"Now, underwear."
She crossed to her chest of drawers and started to rummage through. Everything she owned was very plain and dowdy except for one set that she knew would be right at the back. She smiled as she found it.
Pulling the package out she smiled again as she looked at her wedding lingerie. It was white, of course, the bra cups lacy across the top half and the knickers matched. Her smile turned wry as she thought of the irony of her wedding underwear potentially seeing more action with another man than it had with her husband on her wedding night.
She quickly undressed and put the lingerie on to make sure it fit. The bra was slightly too small, but she was able to put it on. Her breasts were pushed up and did spill over slightly, but the bra would do for what it was needed for. Julie put the rest of the outfit back on and looked at herself again.
"I may be for a big fall," she thought, "but not only am I proud that I can still fit into all of this, but also of how good I look!"
As she looked at herself her decision was made. She quickly changed back into her normal clothes and put the outfit away at the back of the wardrobe. She went back downstairs and opened her email. She was surprised at how happy she was to see an email from Martin with the contract and details of the car that would pick her up at 10am. Reading the contact she saw he'd been right that it was straight forward, although she would need to get proof of her sexual health. A quick search revealed a clinic nearby that she made an appointment at. That would avoid having to discuss anything with her GP.
The contract also outlined the terms of how she'd be paid. She knew she would be able to have the money go into the joint account, so she also made an appointment at another bank in order to open an account in her own name.
The following day, once she'd received a clean bill of health and had her own account, she signed the contract and sent it back to Martin. She wasn't sure why, but at that moment she also decided to no longer look at the site. Part of her felt the anticipation of the filming would add to her enjoyment of things.
The next couple of days dragged until finally Wednesday arrived. Julie wore jeans and a top to drop the children off. She smiled at her admirer, as she had the last couple of times he'd been there. This time Julie couldn't help but wonder what his reaction would have been if he'd known about the outfit she would soon be wearing.
She rushed home and got changed. As she looked at herself the butterflies started in her stomach.
"This is it Julie," she told herself, "this is your day. Today is the day you really become a woman!"
As she waited for the car to arrive she picked up a coat. Although it was quite a warm day, she knew she couldn't walk out of the house and risk being seen by the neighbours in the skirt and blouse, so she put the coat on. Moments later a large black car pulled up outside the house. Julie wondered whether it was the one which Martin had arranged for her, but waited until she saw the driver get out and start to walk up the path before she opened the door.
"Julie?" Asked the driver as he reached her.
Julie suddenly found her mouth had dried up and she couldn't speak, so she nodded instead.
"Please." Said the driver, indicating to the car.
Stepping out of the house and locking the door, Julie's stomach was doing somersaults and the slight wobble as she walked wasn't just down to her lack of practice wearing heels, however small. The driver opened the door and she settled into the back seat. Julie looked out of the window trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach, grateful that he didn't try to make any small talk as they drove.
Just as she began to feel settled the car pulled up to the kerb outside a suburban house. Instantly her stomach flipped again, so she took a deep breath as the driver came round to open the door for her. She took another as she climbed from the car and started to walk down the short path. As the car pulled away, the front door opened to reveal Martin with a video camera in his hand.
"Here she is, the lovely Julie! Wave for the camera."
Julie gave a small, nervous wave as she reached the threshold.
"Oh my, I didn't expect you to be filming already!"
"I film every moment I can Julie, that way we can see the full journey, if you know what I mean."
He leant in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Here, let me take your coat."
Martin put the camera down on a table and helped Julie out of her coat.
"Wow! Ju-lie!! You look gorgeous!" He exclaimed as he hung her coat up. "Give us a quick twirl, show us that lovely outfit in full."
Julie shyly turned round as he picked up the camera again, filming her from head to toe.
"Beautiful! Right, come on through to the living room."
He walked backwards through a door off the hallway they were in. Julie followed him through into a spacious room which had a couple of spotlights set up. She blinked in the bright light.
"Have a seat," said Martin indicating to a large leather sofa just behind the door, "make yourself comfortable."
Julie sat down in the middle of the sofa.
"Can I get you a drink? Tea, coffee, soft drink, drink drink?"
"Something to help with the nerves maybe!" Answered Julie with a slight, nervous laugh.
"Sure, gin and tonic, prosecco, something else? We've got pretty much anything."
"Er, prosecco please."
"Coming right up."
Martin put the camera down on the coffee table in front of her.
"Don't worry," he said, "it's off for the moment."
He headed out of the room and a moment later Julie heard the pop of a cork. She looked around the room while she waited for him to return. Apart from the spotlights it was like most 'normal' living rooms, sofa, chairs, coffee table, shelves, entertainment unit... Julie did wonder why she'd only seen Martin so far, but guessed that would become clear soon enough.
Martin came back in carrying a full glass of prosecco in one hand and the rest of the bottle in the other. He put the glass on the table and picked up the camera again.
"Just in case." He said with a smile as he put the bottle on the table as well. "Right, we're back filming... now... cheers!"
Julie picked up the glass and tilted it towards him.
"Cheers!" She replied, before taking quite a large gulp.
"So, Julie, here we are. Why don't you tell me a little bit about yourself?"
Julie took a deep breath.
"My name's Julie, as you know, I'm a married mother of two. I'm in my late twenties and I'm a housewife."
"Great, and how come you're here today?"
She took another sip of her drink.
"Well, we met at a party recently and when you told me what you did I was intrigued. I looked up the site and, well..."
She drank again.
"Ok Julie, I can see this isn't something you're used to speaking about freely, so let's try a bit of a question and answer.
When you watched the videos on the site, how did that make you feel?"
"I don't know, I mean I do, but there were so many feelings I'm not sure what to say."
"You liked what you saw, didn't you?"
Julie nodded.
"What did you like in particular?"
"Well I guess the main thing was that all of the women seemed so... satisfied I guess."
"Uh huh, anything else?"
"They made me feel things that I haven't really felt before."
"You felt horny?"
"Yes, I guess that's what you'd call it."
"Did that make you do anything?"
"Well, it made me do something I've never done before, I touched myself."
"You masturbated."
Julie nodded again, feeling her cheeks heat up.
"It's perfectly natural Julie, especially for a sexy young woman like you."
"I guess, but you see both me and my husband had very strict upbringings and that kind of thing was very taboo."
"I see. Tell me about your husband, how long have you been together?"
"We met in our first year of university and have been together ever since."
"Was he your first boyfriend then?"
Julie took another sip. The alcohol was beginning to have a small effect, and the way Martin was speaking to her made her feel more comfortable than she had been before. He topped up her glass as she spoke.
"Yes, he was my first boyfriend. He was also my first... partner."
"You mean sexual? And how is he?"
"Yes, sexual. How is he? Well I haven't got anything to compare with."
"You've got the videos."
"Well, I mean, they're just videos, that can't all be real."
"Depending on how things go, maybe you'll find out."
Julie gave a nervous laugh.
"Maybe."
"So, moving back to your husband. How often do you and he have sex?'
Julie's cheeks brightened further.
"Er, well, to be honest it's been a couple of years, since the birth of our youngest."
"No way! You've got to be kidding?! If I had a sexy woman like you beside me I'd struggle to keep my hands off you!"
"Really?"
"Hell yeah! So, going on what you've said, I'm guessing you haven't experimented a lot. Oral sex?"
"No, we haven't done that."
"You've never sucked your husband's dick?"
Julie shook her head.
"Meaning he's never gone down on you?"
"I don't think so." Answered Julie quietly.
"Julie, Julie, Julie! I'm hoping you'd have realised if your husband had ever licked your pussy!"
"Oh, yes, I suppose I would have noticed that. Er no, he's never done that."
"So I can probably guess the answer to this, but what about anal?"
"What's that?"
"Anal sex, where you take a cock up your backside."
"Oh my gosh! No! Is that even possible?!"
"Maybe you'll find out."
Julie took a big gulp of her drink, almost finishing it.
"Well, Julie, I think it's time we bring in your co-star. Aman!"
Aman appeared from around the door. Julie's breath was taken away as he turned to her. He was even more handsome in real life than he had been on screen. He was wearing a polo shirt and jeans, but she could still picture the hard body she'd seen in the videos.
Aman leaned down to kiss her on both cheeks.
"Pleased to meet you Julie." He said as he took a seat on her left.
"Isn't she gorgeous?" Asked Martin.
"Stunning." Answered Aman. "Absolutely stunning."
Julie didn't think her cheeks could get any redder than they had already been, but they seemed to be trying their best.
"Can you believe her husband hasn't screwed her for years?!"
"No way!! You've got to be kidding me? If I were him I'd want to be at it all day every day with a woman as good looking as you!" Said Aman. "Especially one with tits as magnificent as I reckon these are!"
He pulled one of the gaps between her blouse buttons apart slightly.
"Peekaboo!"
Julie giggled. She was trying to focus on the camera still, but out of the corner of her eye she could see a large bulge forming in Aman's jeans.
She wasn't sure if either man had noticed this, but Martin's next question made her think maybe he had.
"There's one question I forgot to ask earlier, Julie. How big is your husband's dick? I know you probably haven't seen it for sometime, but just guess if needed."
Julie knew she should probably be angry at the slight against her husband, but right here, right now, sitting next to her fantasy man, she didn't care.
She held up two fingers about four inches apart.
"I'm not sure, probably about this big at most I think."
"Oh Julie!" Said Aman, placing his warm hand on her thigh. "You poor, gorgeous lady!"
"I agree. That doesn't seem right for a goddess like you." Added Martin as Aman's hand started to softly stroke Julie's thigh. "I think you should check out what Aman has for you then."
Julie paused slightly before she reached over and undid Aman's belt. She then opened the buttons of his fly, partially revealing his penis.
"No," she thought, "that's not a penis. I can already see as much as Michael has and most of it's still hidden! This is a, what did they say? Cock."
She rolled the word around her mind a couple of times.
"Yes, that's definitely the word. This is a cock!"
"Take it out babe." Said Aman.
Julie complied, holding his jeans open with one hand while pulling the hard, warm flesh out with the other.
"Oh my!" She heard herself gasp.
"Impressed?" Asked Aman.
"I never imagined..."
"You can stroke it if you like."
As Julie slowly began to move her hand up and down Aman's shaft, appreciating the length and girth she realised that his own hand had already worked its way further up her leg and was caressing the top of her thigh.
"Oh Julie, that feels so nice."
In her head Julie agreed, both in terms of Aman's hand, which was now grazing the elastic of her knickers, and the feel of his cock. She was also entranced by the contrast in the colour of their skin.
"Why don't you give it a little lick?" This came from Martin.
Aman shifted on the sofa slightly, pushing his jeans down further. Julie was a bit disappointed that this meant his hand was no longer on her leg, but that was countered by the fact his entire cock was now visible to her.
She bent forward and stuck out her tongue. Giving the head a little lick she heard Aman moan softly.
She licked it again, this time starting further down the shaft. Once more her tongue ran up the warm rod before her. This felt right in ways she'd never realised. The next time, as she reached the top she found herself slipping the tip between her lips. Aman moaned again and she felt his head twitch slightly between her lips. He placed his hand gently on the top of her head and Julie knew what he wanted.
Keeping her lips wrapped around his shaft she slid down a couple of inches. The sensations were new to her, but they felt so right. She slid up and down a couple of times.
"Is that nice Julie?" Asked Martin.
She realised the question came from her right and looked over to him. Without taking Aman's shaft from between her lips she nodded slightly.
"I don't need to ask Aman that question, I think the answer is pretty damn obvious! Can you believe she's never done this mate?"
"No way!" Groaned Aman. "If that's the case she's a real natural!"
"I know this is your first time Julie," said Martin, "but why don't you see how far down Aman's dick you can go."
"Don't rush, take it easy, breathe through your nose." Whispered Aman as Julie started to slide her mouth down.
She reached about five inches before she felt the need to come back up.
"I tell you what, slide off the seat and kneel between his legs." Said Martin.
Julie did as instructed and found that this offered a slight better angle for her. She got an inch further before she gagged slightly. She drew back up and took a deep breath.
"Easy does it." Said Aman, holding her hair out of the way.
Down she went, getting to six inches again before gagging. She came back up and swallowed a large amount of saliva.
"One more try?" Said Martin from beside her.
Julie nodded and worked her way down. She was determined this time to get even further. She didn't think she would get to the bottom, but she really wanted to impress both men. She pushed past her first gag and got another inch and a half or so down her throat before she could go no further. Her eyes were tearing up slightly, but she felt a small sense of pride.
She quickly came back up and gasped for air.
"Three quarters of the way down. Very impressive for a first go!" Said Martin.
"Agreed. Well done!" Added Aman. "But I tell you what I really want to see now. I'd love to see those magnificent tits wrapped around my shaft."
"Great idea! That would look amazing! Slip that top off Julie."
Julie started to unbutton her blouse. At the back of her mind was a tiny voice trying to tell her this was wrong and she should get out of there. But the rest of her body was on fire. Everything about this was feeling right. She'd never experienced sensations like this, as soon as she'd touched Aman's cock for the first time sparks had run through her. This was what she needed! She was already feeling more like a woman than she had for years and they'd barely done anything!
She remembered the feel of Aman's shaft sliding into her throat and couldn't wait for it to enter her womanhood.
Julie dropped her blouse to the floor and unclasped her bra.
"Fucking hell!" She heard Aman gasp as her breasts sprang free. "They are magnificent! How big are they?"
"32 double D."
"Incredible!" He reached out with both hands and cupped both breasts gently. "And all natural!"
Julie's nipples had been erect for a while already, but they seemed to harden further under Aman's touch. He caressed them for a few seconds more before sitting back.
"Come on then, wrap those jugs around my cock."
He held the base of his shaft as Julie shuffled forward and pressed her breasts on either side of it.
"That's it babe, squash them together and slide them up and down."
Julie followed his instructions, savouring the feel of his warm hardness sliding between her soft mounds.
"Oh fuuuuccckkk!!!" Groaned Aman. "That feels amazing!!"
Julie masturbated Aman's shaft with her breasts for a couple of minutes.
"Oh Julie, as amazing as your tits feel, I want your mouth on my dick again."
Julie released the pressure on her breasts and changed position to take Aman's brown rod between her lips again. Instinctively she alternated between deep and shallow sucks, together with licking the shaft and tip. After a couple more minutes she felt Aman's cock begin to throb.
"Oh fuck! Julie your mouth feels so good. I'm going to cum!"
"Ok Julie, you know what this means, the series is Filled by Aman, so are you ready to take what I guess will be the first load of cum you've ever had in your mouth?"
Julie moaned her acknowledgment around Aman's rod.
"Ok babe, get ready, here it comes... ah, uh, uh, uuuurrrggghhhh!!"
Julie had about four inches of Aman in her mouth when the first spurt of his hot semen hit the back of her throat. She choked slightly on that and pulled up until just the tip was between her lips. Aman continued spurting for at least 30 seconds and Julie could feel her cheeks begin to bulge as she held his semen in her mouth. She knew from the videos she'd seen that Martin would want a shot of her full mouth, so did her best to hold everything until Aman had finished.
He gave one final spurt and withdrew his deflating shaft from between her lips. Julie turned to find Martin and opened her mouth.
"Jeez! That's a huge load, even for you Aman!"
"What can I say! Julie's just so hot! She's made me cum more than I have for a long time and that's just for starters."
"If you want to..."
Julie couldn't help herself, she'd never had a man cum in her mouth before and she wanted the full experience. She closed her mouth and swallowed.
"...spit it into the glass, you can, I was going to say!" Continued Martin. "That was hot! You swallowed for the first time!"
"Uh huh," answered Julie, "kind of salty, I think I could get used to the taste!"
"Oh Julie! You're incredible! I think we're already well on the way to turning you into a slut!"
"Maybe." Replied Julie, slightly proud, but also feeling her cheeks redden at the word.
"How are you feeling?"
"Great! Actually, what was the word you used earlier... horny. Yeah, I'm feeling horny!"
"I think it's time we do something about that then, don't you Aman?"
"Absolutely! Hop up here next to me."
Julie lifted herself up and sat on the sofa. Almost as soon as she had, Aman leant over and planted a soft kiss on her lips. It was so tender that Julie couldn't help but respond, especially as Aman started to caress her breasts softly with one hand. She felt his tongue push against her lips and she willingly opened them.
Their tongues battled for a moment, while Aman gently pinched each of Julie's nipples. She hadn't thought they could get any more erect than they already were, but they responded to his touch, hardening into stiff nubs.
He then began to kiss down her neck, causing Julie to sigh with pleasure. Already she'd experienced so many new things, but the sensations that raced through her body as Aman softly took one of her large tits into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on her nipple, were unlike anything she'd ever felt.
"This is how sex should be!" Said a voice at the back of her mind.
As Aman suckled on her breasts his fingers found their way under her skirt and pressed against the material of her knickers.
"Fucking hell!" He exclaimed, breaking contact with her bosom. "She's absolutely soaking wet!"
Julie saw Martin zoom in closer with the camera between her legs, while Aman lifted her skirt out of the way as much as he could.
"Fuuucckk!! Julie!!!" Groaned Martin.
Julie gasped and put her hand to her mouth, slightly embarrassed, even though she knew she shouldn't be.
"Oh, look at you!" Said Martin. "Don't be embarrassed, it's so sexy! You really are feeling horny, aren't you?"
Julie didn't trust herself to speak, so just nodded.
"I think we need to get that skirt off."
Aman stood and helped Julie to her feet. Turning her to face him, he kissed her again while his hands went round her back and found the zip on her skirt. Julie felt it slip down her legs and hit the floor as Aman's hand caressed her panty covered buttocks.
"Oh Julie, let's take a look at that sexy body!"
Aman broke the kiss and Julie stepped backwards slightly out of her skirt. Turning to face Martin she saw a clear bulge in his trousers. While not as big as the pole sticking out of Aman's crotch, it was still clearly bigger than her husband's. She found herself wondering whether she might get to experience this as well.
"Give us a little twirl."
Julie turned around slowly, swaying her hips as she did. She heard Martin laugh.
"I think you're beginning to really get into this, aren't you?"
"Maybe a little bit." She admitted as she faced him again.
"Do you want to get your pussy licked for the first time ever?"
"Uh huh."
"Take a seat."
Julie sat back on the sofa.
"Aman, would you like the honour of pleasuring this wonderfully, sexy woman orally for the first time in her life?"
"It would be my absolute pleasure!"
As Aman knelt before her, Julie slowly opened her legs to allow him between them. He softly rubbed the large wet patch on the front of her underwear with his hand.
"I hope you enjoy this as much as I know I will!"
Julie couldn't help but gasp as she felt Aman's fingers pull the crotch off her knickers to one side and his breath on her private area. His tongue slowly and gently licked from bottom to top causing her to sigh.
"Hang on a minute Aman, we need to see Julie's beautiful pussy properly. Let's get those knickers off."
Aman hooked his fingers into her waistband and Julie lifted herself off the sofa to allow him to slide the damp material down her legs. A small part of her was screaming that she was now completely naked in front of not only two men she barely knew, but also a video camera. The overriding feeling however, was of anticipation. She knew what was coming and she couldn't wait to experience everything.
Aman rubbed his hand softly between her legs, focusing on her pubic hair.
"All natural top and bottom!" He said. "We love that."
His hand moved slightly downwards to cup... "what had they called it," thought Julie, "my pussy. Yes, that's a good word."
She gasped again as Aman slipped a finger a small way into her.
"Fuuuucckkk!!! She's absolutely soaking wet Martin!" Exclaimed Aman. "I have to get a taste."
Julie moaned softly as Aman placed his mouth over her and she felt his tongue start to probe around her folds. Her moans increased as his lips found the erect nub of her clitoris. She could feel an intense sensation building inside her as Aman's tongue switched between her clitoris and pushing inside her. Her breath was coming in short gasps until suddenly it felt like an explosion had gone off in her body. She saw stars and felt her body arch off the sofa, she even thought she heard herself cry out, but the sensations were so intense she could barely make sense of what was happening.
After a few seconds she regained an element of control to the sounds of Aman and Martin laughing and cheering. She looked at Aman kneeling between her legs and saw that his face and upper body looked a bit wet.
"What happened?" She panned.
"You just came Julie. One of the biggest orgasms I think we've ever filmed!" Exclaimed Martin.
"Huge!" Added Aman. "Not only that but you squirted all over me and the floor!"
"I what?"
"You squirted. Your orgasm was so strong that your juices were ejaculated from inside you. I'm guessing that's never happened for you?"
"I've never experienced anything like that before, ever. I don't think I've ever even had an orgasm, let alone anything like I've just experienced!"
"Never?"
"I've never felt as horny as you're making me Aman!"
"Wow! Well I think we should try for another, don't you?"
Julie didn't have time to answer before Aman pushed his face between her legs again. He was more intense than before, and Julie couldn't help but moan as his tongue, lips and teeth went to work. When she felt two fingers push inside her she felt the eruption building inside her again.
"Oh my! Oh gosh! Oh! Oh!" She panted, barely able to speak.
"Hang on Aman, give me a sec, I've got an idea." She heard Martin say.
Aman seemed to keep her on the brink for what seemed like an age, although was probably only a few seconds.
"Ok, ready."
With that, she felt Aman press his thumb against her clitoris and stars exploded before her eyes again.
"Yesssss!" Exclaimed Martin. "Caught it!"
Julie opened her eyes and saw him holding her champagne glass out to her. It had been empty earlier and now it was about half full.
"Drink?"
Julie could barely speak, but took the glass and drank.
"That's not champagne!" She panted.
"No, that's all you babe. That's Julie juice!"
"Really? Well it's now my second favourite drink!" She answered with a tired grin.
"After the real thing?"
"No, after Aman juice!"
Martin and Aman both laughed.
"What happened to the shy little thing that came through that door earlier?!?" Exclaimed Martin.
"She's been shown what it means to be a woman!'
"More than a woman I'd say," added Martin, "a horny little slut is probably a more accurate description."
"You know, you might be right."
"I know I am. And do you know what a horny slut like you needs now?"
Julie shook her head.
"You need a good fucking, don't you agree Aman?"
"Absolutely!"
Julie looked at Aman, who was now kneeling up between her legs, his big brown pole rigid in his hand.
"What do you think Julie? Do you want to get fucked by Aman's big cock?"
"Mmmm, I think I do!" She moaned.
Aman shuffled forward to rub the head of his dick up and down her wetness.
"Put it in Julie. I want to see you putting my cock into your pussy."
Julie reached out and took the large shaft in her hand, guiding it forwards until she felt the fat head split her lips and enter her, causing her to groan.
"Oh FUCK!" moaned Aman. "So tight and so wet!'
"How does that feel Julie?" she heard Martin ask as Aman started to move inside her.
Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back as she savored the feel.
"So big! So good!"
"That's only four inches Julie, look."
Julie glanced down to see the majority of Aman's cock still outside her body.
"Oh my!" She gasped.
"Do you want to feel the rest?"
Julie bit her lip and nodded, wondering how something that big would fit inside her when she'd only ever had as much as was inside her previously. Aman slowly pushed forward. Julie sighed and moaned in pleasure as each additional inch worked its way into her, touching never before reached areas of her body.
"Oh that feels so goooooood!!!" She groaned.
"I agree, your pussy feels amazing!" Answered Aman as he bottomed out.
Julie looked down to where his groin was pressed against hers.
"I can't believe I've got it all inside me!!"
"Julie! That looks incredible!" Said Martin.
"It feels incredible! Fuck me Aman!" Replied Julie, savouring the feel of using a word that she never used, but which she knew was right for the situation.
Aman drew back slowly until just the tip of his cock was inside her, before pushing back in gradually. He repeated this a couple of times, each forward stroke bringing sighs from Julie. He then began to pick up speed, sliding into her with growing intensity.
"Oh my! Oh gosh! Oh yes! Oh Aman yes!!" She cried as never reached nerves were stimulated. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!!"
She squealed as her body shook. Aman's cock slipped from her folds followed by yet another steam of 'Julie juice'.
"Wow!" Exclaimed Martin. "You really are an incredibly hit, horny slut! Sit on his dick, I want to see those big tits really bounce as you fuck him."
Aman climbed onto the sofa as Julie stood on slightly wobbly legs.
"Face the camera." Said Martin. "Let's see you lowering yourself onto Aman's shaft."
Julie straddled Aman's legs and looked down to see Aman holding himself upright beneath her. She squatted until she felt the fat head rubbing against her slit. Reaching between her legs she helped guide it into her.
"Mmm! I love big cock!" She moaned as she lowered herself. "Oh wow! It feels even bigger like this!"
Her bum hit Aman's thighs, causing her to sigh in pleasure.
"Does that feel good Julie?" Asked Martin.
"It feels amazing!" She replied.
"Ride him. Ride him like the sexy minx you really are!"
Julie reached back and put one hand on the back of the sofa to steady herself as she began to move herself up and down Aman's cock. After a couple of minutes she was really thrusting herself up and down, feeling the long shaft fill her up.
"Fuuuccckk!! Look at those big tits go!" She heard Martin say.
Her mind was on the sensations she was feeling though, especially when she felt Aman's fingers touch her clitoris.
"Oh yes! Right there Aman! That's it! I'm going to cum!"
She heard Martin moving as he spoke.
"Go on Julie, cum for us. Give us that lovely juice. Make her cum Aman!"
Julie felt Aman shift slightly and suddenly Aman was pistoning into her, his hand sill rubbing between her legs.
"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yeessssaaaaaiiiiiiieeeee!!!!" Julie screamed as yet another powerful orgasm hit her.
Aman's dick slipped out of her and through her organic haze Julie was just able to see her cum fly from between her legs. She also thought she saw Martin holding the champagne glass out in front of her. All that faded as she felt Aman pushing himself back inside her.
"Fuck Julie, you're just too much." He groaned. "I'm going to have to cum too."
"Do it Aman! Give it to me! Cum inside me!" She panted.
Aman began to thrust into her again, both hands cupping and squeezing her breasts. Julie relished the feel of his hands and his dick. She had expected him to cum soon, but he carried on drilling her for what seemed to be at least five minutes before she felt his cock swell inside her.
"Yes Aman! Cum for me! Cum for me!" Oh yesssss!!"
The first hot spurt shot deep inside her, before Aman pulled back slightly, his semen still pumping into her entrance. As he finally withdrew, Martin moved in closer with the champagne glass in his hand. Julie could see there was about an inch of her cum in it already.
"Seeing how you love the taste if cum so much Julie, let's make a cocktail. Push Aman's spunk out."
Julie flexed her vaginal muscles a couple of times until she felt Aman's thick sperm squeezing out of her, accompanied by bubbling noises.
"Whoops! Excuse me!" She giggled.
Martin stood up and held the glass out to her. Julie could see Aman's cum sliding slowly down the inside of the glass to meet hers. She swirled it around a couple of times allowing them to mix.
"Mmm, yummy!" She exclaimed as she drained the milky liquid.
"Oh Julie! You're truly incredible! I can't believe you're the same shy woman that walked through the door earlier!" Exclaimed Martin.
"Me neither!" She answered. "You two have corrupted me completely and I love it! I now know what sex is really like... actually, forget that, I now know what it's like to get well and truly fucked! Thank you!"
"Glad to have been of service." Aman responded.
"Having said that," said Martin, "there is one more service we can provide. What do you think Julie, can Aman pop your anal cherry?"
Julie paused for a minute, staring at the camera. Martin could see her wrestling with the thought of this final step and began to think they'd reached the end of the film. As Julie opened her mouth to reply he zoomed in on her face, more in hope than anything.
"Well," she began, "I've had an amazing time already..."
She paused and took a breath.
"So we might as well give it a try. Although I've no idea how you're going to get anything that size up there! In for a penny though."
"Oh Julie yes! You've just made our day!" Answered Aman.
"I'd say she's made our year!" Added Martin. "Don't worry babe, Aman's had a lot of experience at this. He'll take it nice and slow, we'll start by getting you warmed up before the main event."
"That's right, trust me." Added Aman with a smile. "Kneel on the floor and put your head on the sofa."
The butterflies were back racing around Julie's stomach as she followed Aman's orders. Everything before had been 'normal', but now she was everything truly unchartered territory.
"Reach behind you and spread those gorgeous arse cheeks wide." She heard Aman say.
"Am I really ready for this?" She thought to herself as she placed her hands on her buttocks.
Seconds later she felt Aman's tongue begin to probe around her anus.
"Mmm, yes I am!" She thought as he licked upwards from her pussy before stabbing the tip of his tongue into her, causing her to sigh.
"Does that feel nice Julie?" She heard Martin ask.
"Mmmm." She moaned. "It tickles, but it feels nice, yes."
"Great. I think you're already ready to move onto the next step, don't you Aman?"
"Let's see, shall we?"
Julie felt Aman move away and heard a bottle open.
"Stay as you are babe." Said Aman.
Seconds later Julie felt a cool liquid being poured over her bottom, particularly down the crack she was holding wide. Next she felt Aman begun to massage the lotion into her skin, paying particular attention to the area around her puckered ring. Then came a brief bit of pressure, before suddenly Julie felt what she assumed was the tip of Aman's finger squeeze inside her.
"Fuuuucccckkk that's tight!" Aman groaned.
He gave her a few seconds before he edged a tiny bit deeper.
"Does that feel OK?" Asked Martin, as Julie felt Aman move the small amount of his digit inside her.
"Mmmhmm." She moaned.
Julie was scared to speak, as part of her brain was screaming at her that this was beyond wrong. Everything that had happened before had been bad, but this was on another level. And yet, as Aman's finger continued to push into her she knew this was something else she needed.
"Oh Julie! This looks incredible! Aman is already past the second knuckle! You're a natural!"
"She really is!" Added Aman. "In fact..."
Julie felt some more lotion being poured onto her backside before the pressure increased on her sphincter.
"There's two fingers! A definite natural!" Said Aman.
Julie felt him slowly sliding the two fingers inside her, occasionally spreading them apart slightly.
"Mmmm." She sighed.
"Give me your hand Julie." Said Martin.
She reached out to where the voice came from and felt him put something slim and cylindrical in her hand.
"Use this little vibrator on your clit. It'll help in all sorts of ways."
Julie felt it start to buzz as Martin turned it on.
"Yet another new experience." She thought as she guided it between her legs.
"Oh! Oooo!" She squealed as she touched it against her love button.
As she did she felt Aman push deeper with his fingers and spread them wide.
"That's it baby, keep playing with yourself." Instructed Martin.
A few moments later she felt Aman remove his fingers and squirt even more lotion in and around her anal ring.
"Rub your clit babe." Martin encouraged.
Julie felt pressure back at her sphincter, but this time it was very different. She realised now that Aman was trying to work his cock into her nether regions.
"Ooooommmmmoooowwww!!" She moaned as she felt her hole slowly open to accommodate the tip of his big head.
"Just relax Julie. You're doing great!"
"Easy for you to say!" Groaned Julie through gritted teeth. "You're not the one having what feels like a baseball bat stuffed into what I'd only ever thought of as an exit!"
"Fair point." Said Martin. "But you're doing brilliantly. Aman's got almost the full head in your bum already! The next bit is the widest, after that it'll be easier."
"Go on then, let's get that over with." Moaned Julie. "Get it inside me."
"On babe," answered Aman, "he it comes."
Julie pressed the vibrator against herself as she felt Aman push. Seconds later she saw stars and cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain. Her cries were accompanied by the sound of liquid hitting the floor.
"Fuck! Julie! Did you just cum as Aman pushed the head of his cock into your arse?!?"
"It seems so!" She panted.
"I knew you'd love it. I knew you'd be an anal natural. Do you want to see how much you can take?"
"Oh yes! Definitely! But go slowly, please?"
"I will, don't worry." Answered Aman. "If you want me to stop and wait, just tell me. "
"Ok, let's do this." Said Julie quietly.
She moaned softly as she felt Aman push slowly forward. His thick shaft was edging past her tight sphincter, stretching it in a way that caused a strange mix of pleasure and pain. After a few moments the pain began to win.
"Ooooooo! Ahhh!" She moaned.
"Are you alright babe?" Asked Aman.
"I think so. It's just a bit uncomfortable."
"Ok, let's pause for a moment then." He said. "You're doing brilliantly though. That's halfway already!"
"Oh my!"
"You have no idea how incredible this looks Julie!" Added Martin. "Just let us know when you're ready to start again."
"Mmhmm." She moaned, feeling her backside already becoming used to the large invader sitting inside her.
After a short while the pain had subsided. She'd kept the vibrator gently against her all along and the combined sensations were again becoming pleasurable.
"Alright, I think I'm ready. Carry on."
Neither man answered, but she felt Aman push slowly forward again. To her surprise he only pushed a very short way in before pulling back. It felt like a couple of inches left her, before he pushed back in. He did this two or three times before Julie realised he was now actually fucking her arse. She didn't think he had much more than half of his cock inside her still, but the back and forth felt so much better than when he had just been working his dick into her.
"Mmm! Yes!" She moaned.
"Does that feel good Julie?" Asked Martin. "Aman fucking your tight, virgin, married arse?"
"Yes, it does! Fuck me Aman! Fuck my arse!"
Aman began to gradually pick up his pace. As he did so Julie realised that every couple of strokes he was getting deeper inside her.
"Oh my! Oh this feels so good! So good!!!"
"Cum again for us Julie! Cum for us while Aman's dick is in your arse. Give us this lovely juices."
"Uh! Oh! Oh yes! Fuck me! I'm going to cum! Uh! Uh! Oh! Oh! Oh yes! Oh yeeeeesssss!!!"
Julie felt her body vibrate as another huge orgasm hit her. Somewhere on the edge of her hearing she thought the glass was being filled again with her cum. Waves of ecstasy washed over her and she was glad she was kneeling on the floor as her legs felt so weak she was sure she'd have collapsed otherwise.
As she came down from her high she realised she could feel Aman's body tight against hers.
"Have I taken it all?!" She panted.
"You bet babe. First time you've been fucked up the arse and you've taken all ten inches!"
"Wow! I can't believe it! It feels incredible! Fuck me Aman! Please fuck my arse with your big cock!"
"How can I resist such a polite request?!"
With that Julie felt Aman pull back and begin to screw her more forcefully than he had before.
"Oh fuck Julie! Your arse feels incredible! It's like it's sucking me in!" He groaned as he drilled her.
After a few moments Martin spoke.
"This looks incredible, but I really want to see Julie sitting on you with a dick up her arse. Are you up for that Julie?"
"Mmm yes!"
Julie felt a sudden sense of loss as Aman withdrew completely. He sat on the sofa and Julie stood on wobbly legs. She turned to face Martin and straddled Aman's legs. Lowering herself she felt him guide his shaft back into her rear end.
"Look at the grin on your face!" Exclaimed Martin. "You're loving this aren't you?"
Julie hadn't realised she was smiling, but wasn't surprised.
"I am." She agreed, as her legs met Aman's. "You've turned me into a complete slut! I love getting fucked!"
"Go on then babe. Fuck him! Let's see that dick in your arse!"
"You mean this?" Asked Julie sliding almost all the way off Aman's rod.
She slammed herself back down.
"This feels so great!"
Julie started to bounce vigorously up and down, savouring the feel of Aman deep inside her forbidden hole.
"That looks fucking amazing!" Said Martin. "A big cock up your arse and those huge tits bouncing! Fuck him Julie! Fuck him like the slut you are!"
Julie plunged up and down on Aman's shaft while he supported her waist.
"So good! So good! So gooood!" Panted Julie.
After several minutes she began to tire, her motions slowing. Aman sensed this and, with his dick still inside her manouvered the pair of them so they were lying on their sides on the sofa. Julie felt him lift her right leg high as he began to drill into her.
"Oh fuck Julie! You're too damn hot! I'm going to have to cum!" Said Aman after a short while in this position.
"Do it Aman! Give me your cum. Shoot it up my arse!"
He gave a couple more powerful thrusts and then Julie felt his shaft pulse as his hot semen shot into her forbidden hole. After several hard blasts Julie felt Aman pull out, leaving her empty. She could feel that her sphincter was still open and wondered if it would ever be the same again.
"Roll onto your knees and hold your arse wide." Said Martin. "I need to get a shot of this!"
Julie did as instructed. Spreading her cheeks with her hands.
"Fuuuccckk! That looks incredible! Push it out Julie! Let's see Aman's spunk."
She clenched and heard a wet, bubbly noise as Aman's juice dribbled from her stretched hole.
"Oh yes! Incredible! Absolutely incredible! You're fucking amazing Julie!" Said Martin.
"Totally!" Panted Aman.
"Take a seat."
Julie turned over to sit on the sofa. Looking to her right she saw Aman slouched on the sofa, a sheen of sweat covering his body.
"Drink?" Asked Martin.
Julie looked at Martin who was holding up the champagne glass again. It had the same milky quality as before and she knew that came from the spunk which she'd just pushed out of her backside. She had no hesitation in taking the glass though and draining it.
"So, how was it?"
"Yummy!" She replied. "I really love cum!"
"We can see that!" Laughed Martin. "But what about everything else? Have you enjoyed yourself?"
"It's been amazing! Thank you! You've made me see what sex can be. I love fucking! I love anal, I love cum, I love sucking cock! You've turned me into a slut and I love it!"
"Well you've been incredible Julie. Such a transformation from the shy little thing that walked in here earlier! Give the camera a kiss goodbye."
Julie blew a kiss and waved to the camera.
"And that's a wrap!" Said Martin as the light on the camera went out. "That truly was outstanding Julie! One of, if not the best video we've ever shot!"
"You're definitely the hottest woman I've fucked Julie!" Added Aman. "A real fire cracker!"
"Thank you again guys. You've made me experience things that I'd never normally have done and you've transformed me. In fact..."
She reached out and took hold of Aman's flaccid cock.
"Oh fuck Julie! I'd love to, but you've completely worn me out! I'll need a good couple of hours to recover!"
Julie was disappointed until out of the corner of her eye she noticed a nice bulge in Martin's trousers.
"Shame. In that case..."
Martin saw her looking in his direction.
"Oh no, I'm the camera man. Like I told you, I never do anything with the girls, either on or off camera."
"That's true." Added Aman. "He really doesn't."
By now Julie was kneeling in front of Martin, fumbling with his flies. He was trying to hold her back but she was persisting in undoing his trousers.
"Seriously Julie, I don't do this. And besides, after Aman I'd be a huge disapp... oh fuck!" He felt her soft, warm lips wrap around his dick. "But then there's always an exception to any rule. Fuck that feels good. I can't believe this is only the second time you've ever properly sucked cock!"
Nor could Julie as she took his seven inch shaft into her mouth. Sure it wasn't as big as Aman, but it was almost twice the size of her husband's and besides, sucking cock was now her third favourite thing behind having one in either her pussy or arse.
Having watched all of the action previously it wasn't long before Martin was spewing his load into her willing mouth.
"Uh, oh fuuucckk Julieeeee!" Groaned Martin as she sucked him dry.
She didn't stop there though, she kept on until Martin felt his dick was as rigid as it had ever been, then she took it from her mouth.
"You've created a slut Martin, and I need to be fucked again!" She said, stroking his shaft.
"Well I can hardly say no now, can I?" He quickly stripped off. "Bend over slut!"
Julie compiled, getting onto all fours before him.
"Yesssss!" She moaned as she felt his pole split her pussy lips. "Fuck me Martin! Fuck me hard!"
"Fuck! You're so wet!!"
Martin fucked her hard and fast, reaching beneath her to squeeze her big tits. After a few minutes Julie felt an orgasm building.
"Oh fuck! I'm going to cum again Martin! Make me cum!!"
He plunged deep into her twice more and her body exploded. His cock slipped out of her pussy as once again Julie's juices gushed from her slit.
"Stick it in my bum!" She panted. "Fuck my arse!"
Martin didn't hesitate, squeezing his shaft up her tight hole.
"Mmmmnnnnnrrrggghhh! Yessssssss!" Groaned Julie. "I love it! I love a cock up my arse!"
She bent further down, putting her head on the floor, to allow Martin to push deeper up her chute.
"The fall may have been into debauchery," she thought as only the third dick she'd ever taken became the second to plunge into her most private area, "but pride certainly came, and came hard!"
"Oh fuck! You're too much, I can't hold back!"
"Let me swallow it!"
Martin pulled out of her backside and Julie span round just in time to catch the first blast of his spunk across her face. She quickly clamped her lips around his cock head and gulping down his tangy juice.
"Mmm, thank you!" Purred Julie as she licked her lips.
"Thank you Julie!" Replied Martin. "You've made me break one of my rules, but after that I can safely say I won't be fucking any of our stars again. No-one will match that for intensity!"
"Guys, you've shown me so much today. You've taught me what it's like to be not only a woman, but a hot, sexy slut! I never thought I'd ever experience anything like this, and if I never have sex again it'll be with the most amazing memories of today fixed forever in my mind."
"If you never have sex again Julie, then your husband's an even bigger fool than we thought. But at least you've had one afternoon of real fucking. Now, let me show you where the shower is, I'm sure you want to clean up before heading home."
An hour later, having been home and changed, Julie was walking slightly gingerly up to the school gates. Her pussy and arse were still feeling slightly tender from the work out they'd received, and despite wearing a loose pair of slacks the material of her underwear was rubbing against her. Every time it touched her sensitive clit it sent a shiver through her.
As she reached the gates she saw the hot dad there. He smiled as he saw her, before the look turned slightly quizzical as he watched her walking. She waved in acknowledgment and smiled back, but turned her attention to the kids as they came out.
"You have no idea!" She thought. "Mind you, neither does my husband!"
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