Starring Role

It had been a tough year. Three months earlier my divorce was finalised and it had been a messy one.

My husband, my ex-husband, had turned out to be a control freak and that extended to how he saw the divorce settlement panning out. We had been married only three years but he acted like it had been thirty.

I was keen on a quick, I'll take the blame divorce with our few joint assets evenly divided but he saw it as an opportunity to drag things out and stick the knife in at every twist and turn.

I shouldn't have been surprised. For most of our three years married John had sought to control everything in my life. It had been tempestuous, with lots of break ups and reconciliations. If we hadn't had such a great sex life, I wouldn't have stuck it out as long as I did.

But that could cover the cracks in our relationship for only so long. Eventually, I knew I had to break away and, whilst it was wrong of me, I thought the easiest way to achieve this was by connecting with someone else.

I would say I had an affair except that implies an emotional connection and all I wanted was a release valve and to destroy the relationship I was in. I had met Simon at work. Soon after he joined the firm, it was pretty obvious he had a roving eye and that it had settled on me. Not exclusively, he was quite happy to chat up all the attractive women in the office to see who would take the bait and luckily for him, I was in just the position to do so.

It was pretty clear he was only interested in sex, not a relationship, and that suited me just fine. We had been flirting at work when one Friday there were office drinks at the local bar. I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to take the plunge and with a few drinks under my belt, I pulled Simon into a cubicle in the ladies.

We couldn't keep our hands off each other and it took what seemed like only a minute for him to have my knickers on the floor and his cock inside my pussy. The flirting and excitement of the sex I knew would take place had made me incredibly wet and horny. He had a good-sized dick but it slipped in no problem.

We kissed passionately as he thrust hard into me, as fast as he could. We were in a cubicle in the ladies so we both knew we didn't have much time. Luckily for me I had no trouble building quickly to a climax and Simon, well, he was a bloke after all. As soon as my orgasm started and he could hear me start to scream yes, yes, yes Simon shot his load.

We both laughed like naughty school kids who had just shared a cigarette behind the bike sheds. He gave me another kiss, zipped himself up and was off. I cleaned up, checked my makeup and then joined the party. Although I didn't want anything more from Simon, I was nonetheless pleased that he didn't ignore me and made a point of looking in my direction and smiling.

The sex hadn't just been enjoyable, a way of letting off steam, it was also an affirmation. I had always been a strong, self-assured person but my marriage had left me questioning myself. John didn't want me to take any decisions, he wanted to be in total control and no matter how strong you are that can have a debilitating effect. He would also get angry if he didn't have his own way.

What had just happened with Simon reminded me I was still capable of doing what I pleased, when I pleased and with whom I pleased. Steeled by this thought, I determined to have it out with John the next day. Rather predictably it didn't go well and I felt compelled to play my trump card, the sex with Simon. John went ballistic and I had to leave the flat that afternoon. I never went back.

I was happy to expedite the divorce by agreeing that I had committed adultery but that didn't satisfy John. He wanted to engage in battle and the whole thing became long and drawn out.

But three months ago, it was finally over. Emotionally I was bruised, no doubt about it, but I was getting back to my old self and this holiday was part of the rebuilding.

It was at the suggestion of my oldest friend, Charlotte. We had known each other since nursery. Went all the way through school together and stayed the closest of friends even though our paths separated at that point.

Charlotte spotted this great place in Portugal, near the coast. A lovely 2-bedroom villa with its own pool. Slightly isolated, down a long drive, but not that far from the nearest town for restaurants and bars. There were only two houses down the drive so it was very private, not that we were planning anything too raucous or rather I wasn't.

I couldn't say the same of Charlotte. She had always been a lot more daring than me and we had some adventures together. I was a bit surprised at Charlotte's choice of place to stay, it seemed too quiet for her, but she said it would be a week of just relaxing and chilling. Sounded good to me.

We arrived after our short flight from London and journey in our hire car to a lovely, spacious apartment. The rental manager showed us around and gave us some local information before leaving us to it.

We had picked up some essentials on the way, including items for lunch and several bottles of the local vino. 'Unpack and I will meet you in the kitchen, to prepare lunch by the pool,' said Charlotte. Off we went to our separate rooms and I was glad to see there was air conditioning because it was already very warm.

I put my bikini on and a chiffon thing over the top and went to meet Charlotte in the kitchen. She was already there, laying food out and she too was wearing a very sheer top over her bikini or rather, half her bikini. "Forget your top,' I joked. "Well, it's only us isn't it', she replied.

Charlotte had a fantastic figure but I don't think I had ever seen her without some kind of top on. Her breasts were truly impressive, large and shapely. I said to her; 'If its only us, why are you bothering with the bottoms?'. She made as if to slide them down but I stopped her just in time; 'Its okay, you can save that bit for later,' I laughed.

We enjoyed our first lunch beside the pool and relaxed with a bottle of the local wine. We chatted about everything except that thing that happened to me and I felt so relaxed. It had really started to heat up and Charlotte announced she was going for a swim.

With that she stood up, hooked her thumbs into the side of her bikini bottoms and slid them down to her ankles. 'Well, you did say later and what's wrong with skinny dipping?'

She had a point. I unclipped my bikini top and then also slid my bottoms down before running and jumping into the pool. We laughed and giggled together, buoyed by the wine and the freedom of swimming naked. There was certainly no sexual frisson between us. We were both very firmly in the other camp in that respect but at the same time, I think women have always been able to appreciate the beauty in other women and Charlotte was certainly beautiful. I liked to think that I wasn't too shabby myself.

We were both in our late 20s, single, looking good and a catch for any man. Maybe we could lure some local lotharios back to our holiday pad.

We spent the rest of the day reading and napping. We had agreed to drive into town for dinner and as the sun started going down, we got ready. It was still very warm and so we both chose short dresses and bras optional. 'Do you think we might attract some attention dressed like this,' I asked Charlotte. 'I hope so,' she laughed.

We found a lovely little restaurant overlooking the bay and enjoyed a beautiful meal delivered by a very attentive waiter. Afterwards we took a stroll along the boardwalk and then headed home. As we were driving down the long drive to our house, we passed the other house from which we could see quite a lot of light emanating. Charlotte, who had had quite a bit to drink, implored me to pull over so she could investigate.

I couldn't dissuade Charlotte as she tottered towards the metal gate that gave a clear view of the pool area and so I followed behind. Charlotte had been staring into the area for a full 10 seconds before I arrived and she turned towards me, her eyes wide, to exclaim 'I think they are shooting a porno'.

I pulled her aside slightly to take a look myself and sure enough, it certainly looked that way. We were now both staring at the scene in front of us, gobsmacked. Next to the pool was a very good-looking guy with a huge cock receiving a blowjob from a kneeling woman. It could have simply been a holiday romance except for the lighting and cameraman recording every second.

'I am going in for a closer look,' said Charlotte all of a sudden, 'and she staggered off towards the front door'. 'No' I exclaimed but once again I was trailing in her wake. By the time I caught up with Charlotte, she had already knocked on the door and it was just being opened.

A young man in a t-shirt and jeans was standing there and Charlotte was explaining how we were staying in the neighbouring house, had seen the lights and taken a peek through the metal door to the pool and were wondering if we could get a closer look. The expressionless man said sure, why not, and ushered us in.

We followed him to the pool area where a small group of people were gathered, either actively engaged in production or, like us, were spectating - perhaps waiting for their own scene.

The woman giving the blowjob had obviously finished because the man was now pulling furiously at his cock as he shot cum all over her face. I had to admit I had seen this on the screen before and even experienced it myself but never witnessed it first-hand. I was experiencing a mix of shock, excitement and maybe a bit of titillation. Charlotte was certainly enjoying the experience based on her reaction.

'That's great,' said an older man, 'let's wrap it up and get ready for the next scene.' Obviously, the director. He spotted us and came over. 'Hello, I don't think we've met before,' he said introducing himself. We explained the whole neighbour thing and wanting to take a look and he said sure, no problem. Obviously, a stock response in the porn trade. And he added, 'And if you are ever interested in taking part, I could always use two beautiful women like yourselves.'

My reaction was thanks but no thanks but looking at Charlotte I wasn't so sure we were sharing the same thoughts about the offer. Someone got us a couple of drinks whilst we waited for something to happen.

We then heard some heated discussions in the corridor between the director and another man, ending with the director throwing papers in the air and storming off. 'What's wrong' we asked the boy who had opened the door to us. 'Unreliable talent,' he said. 'The girl in the next scene hasn't turned up.' 'What did she have to do' asked Charlotte. The boy explained that the scene involved an older man who had invited two other men back to his place after drinking too much so they could play cards. The older man lost heavily and couldn't pay up so he offered his young and attractive wife to the men by way of payment. The idea was that the wife, initially reluctant, was then happy to oblige because her husband was useless in bed and the men were not only handsome but well hung. 'Standard fare,' commented the boy. 'Which men here are in the scene' asked Charlotte who appeared to be taking far too much interest for my liking. Two exceptionally well-muscled, handsome men were pointed out and I swear I saw Charlotte lick her lips.

'I'll do it,' Charlotte told the boy as my jaw dropped to the floor. 'That would be great,' said the boy as he turned to get the director. 'Charlotte' I said with every ounce of exasperation I could muster. 'Okay, okay but you only live once. This has always been a fantasy of mine and I am going to do it. Wouldn't you fuck those guys if you had the chance,' she asked. 'Sure, but not on camera', I admitted. 'That's what will make it so thrilling' she said with a smile.

The director was soon beside Charlotte, shaking her hand and saying how grateful he was. He directed her towards the kitchen where the necessary paperwork waited to be signed and was asking if she had any experience. 'Well, I've certainly had two guys before,' Charlotte explained. 'You'll be fine,' he said. 'Just be natural and take the guys' lead.' I could hardly believe my ears but I was also fascinated to see the scene take place.

The introductory scenes had already been recorded and Charlotte's scene involved her being introduced to the two guys. She was to appear coquettish, a bit of stretch for Charlotte, and then as they started to make out, change to eager - now that came naturally.

She was still wearing the same outfit, a skimpy dress with no bra and tiny knickers. I guess the director felt he couldn't improve on that and he was probably right. There was no dialogue, just physical interaction. Charlotte's coquettish period lasted about 30 seconds before she began responding to these admittedly very good-looking men.

She was quickly down to her knickers and they were taking turns alternating kissing on her lips, tits and everywhere else whilst undressing themselves. The scene was being shot in the lounge, on a very wide, comfy sofa. They soon had her knickers off and one of the men went down on her shaved pussy, licking her cunt and clit hungrily, causing Charlotte to start moaning loudly.

The director standing next to me exclaimed, 'she's a natural'. And he was right. If there was one thing that Charlotte was very, very good at, it was sex. The men were now completely naked and true to type, very well hung although hanging was not what their cocks were doing. They were standing fully to attention.

Charlotte reached for one of the cocks and began sucking on it noisily. The guy who had been licking her pussy now positioned his cock against Charlotte's lips, sliding it up and down them before plunging it into her. It was a big cock and the initial penetration was obviously a shock but Charlotte immediately adjusted, responding to every thrust that soon had the guy balls deep.

Charlotte stopped sucking momentarily to take a look at the cock pumping her pussy and moaned with every thrust. She was then turned over onto her knees so the guy could drive his cock deeper into Charlotte. His rapid-fire thrusting had Charlotte moaning even though her mouth was full of dick again.

I had to admit, all this action was having its effect on me and I was getting pretty wet downstairs myself. The guys were so expert at their team tagging and Charlotte was so enthusiastic, they were giving a top-notch sex show.

The guys swapped and Charlotte was now sucking her own juices off the cock that fucked her first. This guy was face fucking Charlotte and clearly looking to cum. The other guy was continuing where the first left off, pounding hard on Charlotte's pussy.

It wasn't long before the guy getting the blow job pulled out to shoot his cum all over Charlottes face and when he finished, she took his cock in her mouth again to lick off the remaining jizz. With that done, Charlotte sunk into the couch head first to concentrate on her own orgasm whilst the other guy pounded her pussy.

Only a few minutes later Charlotte's moans turned into screams of yes, yes, yes as her orgasm arrived. The guy fucking her took that as his cue to pull out and shoot cum all over her back. These guys were professionals.

With that, the scene was over. Charlotte was handed a towel and the director rushed over to congratulate her before she headed to the shower. She looked pretty pleased with herself and not the least bit regretful. She told me later she had asked for the scene to be emailed to her as a memento.

By now I was so wet, I had to look down to ensure I wasn't obviously seeping through. In doing this, I caught the eye of an incredibly handsome guy I took to be another porn actor. He smiled at me and took a couple of steps in my direction to introduce himself and ask what I thought of the scene. 'It was incredibly hot' I replied. 'Yes, your friend did very well for her first time or, should I say, first time in front of the camera' and we both smiled.

I asked if he was an actor and he said he was but not working that night. 'I am also a producer, with an investment in this production so I like to oversee things when I can,' he explained. I was intrigued and when he asked if I would like a drink, I responded positively.

A small bar had been set up in one of the unused bedrooms because some scenes were being shot in the kitchen. He fixed me a drink and we both sat on the edge of the bed, there was nowhere else. I don't know if it was the drink, his intoxicating looks and personality or Charlotte's scene, perhaps all three, but as he was talking, I was imagining what it would be like if he took me here and now on the bed. 'You are incredibly good looking,' I blurted out. He smiled and then stroked my cheek with his hand before moving forward to kiss me, gently at first and then more vigorously in response to my own rapidly rising emotions.

We started to undress each other like lustful teenagers, grabbing roughly at each other's clothes in a desperate attempt to feel flesh on flesh. He suddenly stopped to close and lock the door. We quickly locked lips again before finishing off undressing ourselves. I stood there completely naked, my chest heaving with anticipation and excitement as I watched him pull down his boxers to reveal the biggest cock I had ever seen. And I don't just mean in real life. I had seen some big black cocks in porn but nothing this big.

'You like' he asked, looking down at his semi-erect cock. 'Sure, I gulped, 'I think so.' It was certainly exciting to anticipate such a big cock inside me and it felt like I was going to get the true porn experience, without the cameras, thankfully. But I wasn't entirely sure I would be able to fit the thing inside my pussy. Time would tell.

He swung me onto the bed and spread my legs, his tongue getting to work on my clit in particular. So, this is what it felt like to be in the hands of a professional. I could hear lots of slurping and I felt sure that was me rather than him. My juices must have been running out of me like a tap. He was also fingering me and an orgasm was building but I was now more than ready for the giant cock.

I lifted his head up and he needed no more invitation to pick up the baseball bat between his legs and start rubbing it over my clit. I was in heaven watching this and eager for his cock to disappear into my pussy. At last, he slid the head in and then held it there momentarily. All good so far. He then started to move backwards and forwards, a little at a time. I could feel the pressure of his cock as my cunt widened to accept it and it was heavenly. With each little thrust, more and more of his cock disappeared and soon it was most of the way in.

It was a strange mixture of discomfort and ecstasy, with the pendulum increasingly swinging towards the latter. His thrusting became quicker and quicker, moving my entire body and making my large breasts bounce. My arms were on his shoulders and I pulled him in for a lingering, deep kiss as I ran my hands over his muscled torso.

Our lips separated and he concentrated on fucking me and oh how he fucked me. I had already orgasmed and was quickly building towards another one. I had never been stimulated like this before. The excitement of the situation and the man combined with a massive cock stroking the insides of my pussy like never before.

Meanwhile, Charlotte had finished her shower and dressed. She had joined the others who had finished for the night. They were all gathered in front of a screen and Charlotte thought that perhaps they were reviewing her performance and she was keen to see.

Once her eyes locked on the screen, she realised it was another couple having sex, very, very vigorous sex with the guy having the largest cock she had ever seen. She was looking at a close up of the cock going in and out of the woman's pussy and then the camera widened out to show the full scene and Charlotte realised the woman was me. Of course, I had no knowledge of this, it was all told to me afterwards by Charlotte.