A Video of Her Husband Masturbating

Ethan looked up briefly. "What she said," was his simple reply.

"Let me see!" Laura exclaimed, pressing herself against Ethan.

Laura . . . Cheryl thought worriedly. Laura, don't do anything-

The thought was interrupted when Cheryl saw Laura whisper something into Ethan's ear.

Oh, shit! Cheryl thought.

Her suspicions were confirmed when she saw Ethan's look of surprise. He was staring at Laura, wide-eyed.

Zoe had moved away, back to her position in front of the chair when she was recording. She was remounting her camera to the tripod.

"Laura, it's not professional," Cheryl heard Ethan say in a lowered voice. She moved toward them to try to prevent Laura from ruining things.

"Laura, please tell me you're not-"

"Yes, I am, Cheryl," Laura said, not taking her gaze from Ethan. "All I'm doing right now is asking if I can hire Z and E to add to me to the shoot today."

Cheryl glanced nervously at Ethan.

He coughed.

One corner of Laura's mouth raised slightly in the start of a smile.

"Oh, Laura, no," Cheryl began.

"It's not a matter of money," Laura said, her gaze still fixed on Ethan's. "And it's not a matter of needing any pre-planning or a special set or any other preparations that don't already exist right here, right now. I'll sign all the necessary paperwork afterwards, and I'll pay with my credit card on the spot after the shoot. I just want to hire Z and E to record me. One camera. I'll be nude. The male model won't even have to take off his clothes, and the framing will go no higher than his chest."

Cheryl was getting a mental picture. She started to get queasy.

"But this job has to be shot right now," Laura said, her hands unbelievably moving to the buttons on her shirt. "Ethan, I know this isn't Z and E's normal procedure. I know this isn't what Z and E is all about. And I know how professional you are, and Zoe is, and what a stand-up, respectable business this is. All of that is going to stay the same. But . . ."

Cheryl turned away, not wanting to hear the rest of the conversation. She began walking, resigned, toward Zoe.

". . . but I am so horny right now, and I have just witnessed the incredible job you and Zoe did filming Cheryl, and I know how fantastic that video is going to be, Ethan." Laura pulled her shirttail from out of her jeans. "So I really, really want my own sexy video. And if I don't come soon, I'm gonna go crazy."

Ethan hadn't moved a muscle, his unblinking gaze still fastened on Laura.

"I know you're gay, Ethan. That's okay. Your cock still works, right? It'll still feel incredible inside my warm, wet mouth, right? I want to suck your cock while I frig my pussy as I'm on my knees in front of you, and I want Zoe to film it."

Ethan finally blinked.

"This is the kind of video that suits me, Ethan, suits my personality. Spur-of-the-moment, no planning. It's perfect!"

Laura looked towards Cheryl, who had looked back toward them before reaching Zoe.

"Yes," Laura said, louder. "Yes, Cheryl," she called out, "let Zoe know that all we need to do is move the chair and everything will be ready to go a little gonzo right now and get some unplanned video."

Zoe looked up from her work at the camera and tripod, surprised. She looked at Cheryl and then at Laura, who by now was shrugging off her shirt and reaching behind her to unfasten her bra.

Cheryl looked at Zoe, embarrassed. "My, my friend," she stammered apologetically. "She's trying to convince Ethan to, well . . ." Cheryl trailed off, not able to finish the sentence.

Zoe's expression registered understanding. She straightened, considering.

"Does she know he's gay?"

"Yes."

"She wants a video of her own, doesn't she?"

"Yes."

"Let me guess. Her on her knees, sucking his cock."

Cheryl could only nod her head.

Laura was quickly shedding clothes as she continued convincing Ethan.

What's he gonna say when I'm already nude? Laura reasoned.

"I want this. I need this. I'll pay your standard rate for this quick, simple video. Z and E will always be the pros to me that you guys obviously are. But I'm here, ready . . ." and Laura kicked off her flip-flops to drop her jeans and step out of them, ". . . and the lighting and the set is ready, and there'll be no need for a second camera or a second take, Ethan. I need to unzip your jeans, take out your cock, suck it and play with myself in the process. I'll know when you're about to come, and I'll pull you out of my mouth and have you shoot your hot come on my tits and nipples. I guarantee I'll come at the same time as I get myself off. And knowing it's all being video recorded is going to make it all that much hotter."

Ethan shot a look at Zoe that screamed, "Help!"

"It's okay, Ethan," Zoe said, walking closer to him. "You've shot me several times. We can get a quickie video, and we'll make sure the time isn't charged against what Cheryl is paying for."

Laura grinned, twirling in her nakedness before everyone, and walked to the chair, grabbing the arm on one side and motioning to Cheryl to help her lift it and move it to the side.

Zoe put her hand on Ethan's shoulder as he approached. "No biggie," she said. "But don't do it if you're uncomfortable."

"I'm not," Ethan answered. "Yeah, her proposition caught me by surprise, but — Zoe! — did that performance Cheryl gave not have an effect on you?"

"Don't go there," Zoe answered, grinning. "We need to wrap this up quickly because I have to get home to Phil really, really fast."

She raised the tripod a little, reframing the spot where the chair had sat before Laura and Cheryl moved it away.

"I'll make sure to stay just above the top of her head, Ethan. There'll be no way to identify you. We'll write it into the contract that Laura never reveals your identify, but I don't think we have to worry about that anyway."

"She wants me to keep everything on. She'll unzip me and pull it out."

"Even better," Zoe answered, now moving back into videographer mode. "This will be a quick, easy thing to shoot, Ethan, and then we'll get back to the final shots we need of Cheryl, and we'll all go home." She smiled. "Really."

"Zoe, what are you going to think of me if I do this?" he whispered, anxious that Cheryl and Laura would overhear the conversation.

Zoe kept her eyes on the camera and tripod, fussing unnecessarily as a way to avoid Ethan's worried gaze. "Remember the first time I did a video for Phil? Remember that I asked you exactly the same thing?"

Her own voice in a whisper, Zoe raised her eyes to look at Ethan. "And remember what you said? You told me that you're a pro, that I'd be like any other client." Zoe's gaze softened. "And you have always been professional, Ethan. In the videos I've made for Phil, you've been great. Even when we've had guys like — what was his name? — oh, yeah, guys like Terrence in for shoots."

Ethan's eyes gave away his thoughts.

"Yes. Terrence," Zoe said, a little smile forming as she continued whispering. "That guy was drop-dead gorgeous, and the video he shot for his girlfriend was maybe as hot as what Cheryl just did, including the money shot."

Ethan glanced down, then up, then to the side. Nervous.

"You were the consummate pro during that shoot, Ethan, and I thought to myself then, 'What a fantastic business partner!' My co-owner, who's gay, who's a guy with all the guy urges and responses to sexually arousing visual images, is staying focused on the job, on doing good work for the client.'"

Laura and Cheryl had remained respectfully a distance away, knowing it was important not to interrupt the conversation, even as eager as Laura was to start the scene.

"So here's what I think, Ethan" Laura continued. "All we're doing is a job. The client has requested an anonymous stand-in for a spur-of-the-moment booking. It's a referral client. This is nothing but another job to help ensure our company's continued profitability."

Zoe's smile gave her away, though, and she continued, leaning her head close to Ethan's to finish the conversation in a very soft voice.

"And after what we just shot, I've already admitted that I'm turned on, and I'm not gay," Zoe said in her barely audible whisper. "So I'm imagining it'll be a needed relief for you to be the male prop in this scene, Ethan, and whatever you're thinking about when our client has your cock in her mouth should be your own private fantasy. This isn't a video where the male stand-in has to do, say, explain, or communicate anything except enjoyment of the client's fellatio skills."

Ethan was still without words to reply.

"Enjoy the blowjob, Ethan. She's going to masturbate as she sucks you, and my job for Z and E is to get a good video of the action for the client."

"Thanks," he mumbled, a sigh of relief wrapped into that single word.

"Balance sheet, Ethan, balance sheet," Zoe replied, still whispering. "Thanks for doing this. It's a job that's fallen in our laps, and our balance sheet is going to be better this month as result."

Meanwhile, Cheryl and Laura were in their own conversation with lowered voices.

"Laura! I can't believe you're doing this!" Cheryl said to her naked friend.

"And I can't believe what I just saw," Laura answered quickly.

Cheryl blushed but answered defensively, "But I did it for Brad. What the hell are you doing? You just want to suck dick right now because you're horny."

Laura looked hurt, something that didn't happen often.

"No, that's not the only reason I'm standing here naked, waiting to shoot this video."

Cheryl's silence demanded an answer, along with her questioning look.

"Those tribute videos I got? Remember that I said the best thing about them is knowing the guys are thinking about me, about my body, when they masturbate and then come because they're so excited?"

Cheryl nodded.

"You've got a husband who loves you so much, Cheryl. A guy who's into you and devoted to you, and you're gonna reap the rewards of him seeing the video you're making. Who knows what he's going to do to you after seeing this video, Cheryl? He may fuck you into orbit and then do it over and over again in the future every time he even thinks about the gift you're giving him with this video."

Cheryl couldn't figure out where this was going, but she liked that her friend thought the video would have such an effect on Brad.

"But me, Cheryl? Who have I got?" Laura asked, shifting her weight to one foot awkwardly, now a little self-conscious about her nudity. "I've got a series of friends with benefits. When I do this video, I'm going to be thinking about my own special guy, some man in the future who's going to love me the way Brad loves you."

Cheryl's heart opened at her friend's admission.

Noticing that Ethan and Zoe were wrapping up their conversation, Laura spoke urgently to Cheryl to conclude their conversation, as well.

"So when I'm sucking off Ethan in this video, Cheryl, it doesn't matter that he's gay. It wouldn't matter if the cock I'm sucking is Izzy's from work. Nothing matters except me, on my knees, naked, sucking my man's cock in my video fantasy. I want this video for two things: one, I want to watch it in the future and fantasize about the guy being my lover, my special man, who's excited by what I do to him, by how I turn him on with my naked body, and-"

"And two," Cheryl interrupted, "you're so horny right now you want an immediate excuse to get yourself off because you're so jacked up from seeing what I just did for Brad. Am I right?"

Laura nodded, grinning.

"Well, thanks for that compliment. I guess my video will be pretty good, huh?"

"Brad may die in ecstasy from jerking his cock to that video over and over, Cheryl," Laura said with typical bluntness.

"But, shit, Laura! I didn't know you were THAT horny – I mean, Izzy?! Holy crap on a cracker! You are so freakin' desperate to masturbate to an orgasm right now while you suck cock to create your video fantasy that you'd suck IZZY's cock?!"

"Yep. I'd do it. Izzy, right here, right now, just to get this video. It's that important to me. Cheryl! This video I'm about to shoot will help tide me over until I find my own Brad."

"But . . . Izzy? Really?"

"I am really, really, REALLY horny," Laura giggled.

"You must be," Cheryl said, suppressing her own giggle.

"Who knows?" Laura said, still giggling. "Maybe Izzy has a nice cock."

"So you're okay doing it, though?" Cheryl asked, turning the conversation to a more serious bent. "I mean, you told a guy you've never met until a couple of hours ago you want his cock in your mouth. Aren't you worried?"

Cheryl's concern for her friend was showing. Laura appreciated it.

"Damn! That shitty sexual history thing. What a bitch!" Laura said. "Yeah, I was going to check on that, and I should have done that before I stripped naked in front of everybody, huh?"

"Duh!" was Cheryl's short reply.

Then, again in typical blunt-Laura fashion, Cheryl's friend strode to Zoe, who'd finished talking to Ethan and was now adjusting the boom mic for the upcoming video scene.

"So, look, Zoe," Laura began, nervously moving her hands in vain attempts to stay completely natural in her nakedness in front of everyone in the room. (For all her bluster about being carefree and enjoying every moment no matter what was happening, Laura was starting to get a better understanding of the gutsy thing Cheryl had just done.) "I have to ask this, and I know you must be thinking, 'Wow! You really should have thought of this before now,' but help me out here. Is Ethan . . . well, is he safe? I mean, I'll have him in my mouth in this video."

Zoe stopped what she was doing and looked at Laura, scrutinizing her face. After a second, she said, "I've known Ethan for several years. I've met his partners — he's had three in that time. I've seen how he's acted with gay clients."

Laura was holding her breath.

"And I wouldn't have one worry about him being safe."

Laura exhaled.

"Thanks, Zoe," she said. "I can't even imagine what you must think of me right now, naked and all and obviously someone who does things on the spur of the moment." She turned to walk where Ethan was standing and said over her shoulder to Zoe, "But I always try to check out any guy I'm with."

The last thing she said to Zoe as she walked away was, "And I just hate the taste of condoms."

Not being able to hear the conversation from her vantage point, Cheryl was relieved to see Zoe laugh as Laura sashayed over to Ethan.

I wonder what Laura said to make Zoe laugh like that?

"Ethan, I have to ask," Laura said, sidling up to him as he fiddled with a setting on his camera. "As much I love sucking dick, I have to ask if you're safe."

His expression as he lowered the camera was suspicious.

"No! Good lord, no!" Laura replied instantly when she saw his eyes. "It's not because you're gay. It's because Cheryl reminded me of what I do before having any kind of sex with a new guy. I ask about this. I try to check things out as much as I can."

"I'm safe and healthy," Ethan answered, his reply a little curt.

"And I understand the reason you might be offended," Laura answered. "And I trust your answer. Everything I've learned about Z and E, about you and Zoe — all of it makes me confident that you're a stand-up guy, Ethan."

He looked at Laura, his expression relaxing.

"Okay. My bad. I respect you for checking."

Laura grinned immediately. "And, Ethan — I'm good. I promise you I'm good." She leaned in to whisper in his ear. "I love to suck cock. I am really, really good at it, and I'm enthusiastic about it when I'm turned on. And I can guarantee you that seeing and hearing what Cheryl just did got me incredibly turned on. I'm gonna deep-throat you, so be prepared."

What the hell did she just tell him? Cheryl wondered, seeing the look on Ethan's face as Laura drew away from him.

Then Laura took charge, her nudity not even a hint of an impediment.

"It'll be simple and quick, Zoe," she said, moving into position in front of Zoe's camera. "Ethan will be standing here in frame. I'll walk into frame, and you'll have both of us as shown only from chest down. Then I'll drop to my knees. I'll turn and smile at the camera. I'll do some of my own dirty talk like Cheryl did, and then I'll unzip Ethan, pull out his cock, and suck it until he comes in my mouth."

Laura shifted her gaze to look at Ethan. "And you just enjoy yourself, Ethan. Make any noises you want, and I would absolutely love it if it's clear that you are really, really enjoying my blowjob. The only thing for sure you have to do is at some point to put your hands on my head and fuck my mouth while you hold me in front of you. I just love that."

"Doesn't sound too difficult, Director Laura," Ethan said, an impish smile on his face.

The knot in Cheryl's stomach loosened. Thank god, she thought. Ethan's okay with this, and so is Zoe.

"Zoe, when Ethan comes, I'm going to hold his cock so he shoots on my breasts and nipples, and that'll probably be what triggers my own orgasm. Can you try to get everything recorded in a way that'll keep his cock in frame no matter how much I squirm around?"

Having relaxed only a moment before when she heard Ethan's reply to Laura, Cheryl was now yo-yo'ed right back to being embarrassed at Laura's blunt and shameless description of what she wanted videorecorded.

Laura! she thought.

Zoe was looking at her camera screen as she checked framing according to Laura's directions. She interrupted the process for a moment and looked at Cheryl. "You can sit where Laura was during your shoot," she said.

Cheryl was happy to go sit at the side of the set. When she had settled quietly into place, Zoe said, "We're quiet on set and ready. Ethan, you know where to stand."

Laura waited eagerly out of frame. She was tugging on a nipple in the same fashion Cheryl had done earlier.

"And rolling," Zoe said.

Laura walked from the side of the set to stand in front of Ethan, pausing, then moving in close. She ran her hands up the side of her body then down the front, spending a few seconds at her pussy, rubbing herself. Slowly, she moved one hand away from her crotch to Ethan's, laying her palm against his zipper. She blatantly fondled him through his jeans.

"Ummm — that is very, very nice," she said, vocalizing for the first time in this improvised video.

Still standing, her face out of frame and her hand gliding across Ethan's jeans then working itself around to his butt, Laura said, "You know how much I love you and your sexy cock and your nice, firm butt, don't you, baby? You know how much you turn me on."

She drew her hand from his butt back around to the front, again fondling his crotch. Laura began a slow, sexy slide down to a squat in front of Ethan, playfully biting the material that covered his zipper. Positioning herself on her knees in front of him, she turned and faced the camera as she got into a comfortable pose.

"Mmmmm, I love your cock. I love playing with it and sucking it. I love just looking at your hard-on." She was reaching for Ethan's zipper. "You know that position we both love? When I'm on my back with my head at the edge of the bed and you lean over me and slide your cock down my throat while you bend forward to lick my clit? Oh, damn! That is so hot! I love reaching up and grabbing your ass in that position."

She tugged Ethan's zipper down.

It was Cheryl's turn to be amazed at her friend's admissions about sexplay with a lover.

Laura reached inside his jeans, felt for the top of his briefs to slip her hand inside and lever them down, then extracted his semi-hard cock, being careful not to catch any of the sensitive skin on the zipper. She expertly reached inside to cradle his balls and draw them out, too. Pushing all the material as far out of the way as possible, Laura leaned back on her haunches to examine her work.