I needed to do something outside my comfort zone.

My husband, Marco, was vaguely aware of my ennui and just as vaguely supportive of anything I wanted to do to break out of my funk.

“Burt is doing another of his silly little films,” he told me. “Why not go be in it?”

Burt was a friend who made micro — budget films that were seen by minimal art — house audiences.

Still, it wasn’t a bad suggestion. I wasn’t tired of my marriage, even though Marco and I seemed to be in a rut after five years. I was more tired of myself. I’d once been a wild child. Now I felt like a dull 30 — year — old.

When I went to Burt to inquire, he was thrilled by my interest. He never hired professional actors for his projects. He wanted “raw authenticity.” When he handed me the script, he gave me a wink. “You’ll be perfect for the part of Gloria.”

I didn’t understand until I read Gloria’s last scene. It was a love scene. A sex scene. I almost told Marco I wouldn’t do it, but then reconsidered. Why tell my husband? And why not do the scene? Besides, I wouldn’t actually have to fuck the actor playing the role of Mike, Gloria’s love interest in the film.

Burt used existing locations for his film projects, preferred natural light, and had almost no crew. On the first day of shooting it was just me, Burt, a sound tech, and the actor who had the part of Mike.

He was a good — looking guy named Omar. He wasn’t a professional actor either, just somebody Burt had roped in. He had a dazzling smile and sparkling eyes.

“You nervous?” he asked me. This scene was a conversation between our two characters.

My palms were wet. “Yes. I’ve got the dialogue memorized, I think, but what if I miss a line?”

“Keep going, even if you screw up. I already shot a scene earlier, and Burt said to just stay in character.”

I tried, but I felt like I was fumbling through the scene. I thought I understood my character’s motivations, but the words sounded wooden as I spoke them. My nervousness worsened.

There was something else making me edgy, though. As Omar and I traded lines, I grew more and more aware of how sexy he was. I studied how limberly he moved. Soon, my palms weren’t all that was wet. So was my pussy.

Burt circled us with the camera. We were doing this as one unbroken shot. As we reached the end of the scene, Omar stepped up to me, thrust his head toward mine, and spoke his last line. I was supposed to turn away with a frustrated cry. Instead, the moment seemed to freeze and I lost myself in those eyes. Without warning, I grabbed hold of his face and kissed him savagely on the mouth. Then I turned away and stalked off.

I felt totally embarrassed. I didn’t even know Burt had stopped filming until he came after me and gave me a fierce hug. “That was great, Alyssa! That felt real, better than what I wrote it. It’s how Gloria would’ve reacted!”

I didn’t tell Marco about any of it. Omar kept creeping into my thoughts. Burt had a fast shooting schedule, but the love scene was the last thing we were going to film. I read and reread that scene, imagining Omar and I undressing each other, kissing, sinking together onto a bed. I fingered my pussy picturing it, delving deep and flicking my clit until I shook with a fierce climax.

By now, obviously, I had a bad case of the hots for my costar. I wondered what my younger, wilder self would have done about it, and that too was obvious. I would have pounced on the delectable Omar without hesitation. But I was a married woman now. I owed Marco some consideration.

I hadn’t seen much of him lately, what with the big merger he was spearheading for his company. When he came home late one night I went to him, planning to tell him all about the upcoming love scene with Omar.

Marco yawned and said, “Oh, Burt’s movie? Are you still doing that?”

Fine, I thought, miffed. If he cared that little, then I would do what I wanted on the final day of shooting.

It arrived. The day. I didn’t know if over the past couple weeks I’d improved any as an actress, but Burt loved what I’d done. He had the bedroom all set up. Afternoon light came through a high window. There was the bed. I fidgeted.

Omar looked nervous, too. Just before we rolled, he said quietly to me, “Do whatever feels right.” Then Burt shouted, “Action!”

Omar and I had developed an ease that mirrored the growing relationship between Gloria and Mike. These two wanted each other, but various melodramas had kept them apart. Now all the games were done. We moved toward each other. Fantasies beat in my brain. How often I’d fingered myself over this moment which was about to really happen.

Omar grabbed my shoulders and yanked me into a kiss. I jammed my mouth hard atop his. Our tongues tangled. I pressed my body along his sleekly taut form. When he reached down to seize my ass, I did the same to him. His flesh was firm. I felt his crotch hardening against mine. I rubbed shamelessly on his bulge.

There were no more words. We tore at each other’s clothes. His shirt buttons went flying. My skirt tore as he whipped it off me and tossed it aside.

We were supposed to climb into bed while we were still in our underwear. But suddenly that seemed ludicrous. I pulled Omar’s briefs down his legs while he got rid of my panties. We stood at the foot of the bed, naked and panting. I was distantly aware of Burt with his camera, of the sound man sitting in a corner. But they didn’t matter. They weren’t real. Mike and Gloria were real — and they were going to fuck.

His hands were on my tits, squeezing. I reached down to cradle his balls, feeling them stir on my palm. His cock throbbed against my flat abdomen. We kissed voraciously, tongues stabbing deep. The room started to whirl. It was time to get on the bed.

We lay down side by side. I took his cock in my hand, fingers enclosing his girth. He reached between my spread thighs, to the sleek wetness there. Fingertips grazed my cleft, then he parted my folds and slid a finger inside. My body bucked, bouncing the mattress underneath us. I gave his shaft several jerks, and he groaned.

“We were supposed to climb into bed while we were still in our underwear. But suddenly that seemed ludicrous.”

But I wanted more than just to fondle him. I squirmed around and draped myself across his six — pack belly, with his cock rearing up right before my face. With a hand again at his balls, I dropped my mouth down on top of his swollen plum — sized cockhead. His flavor filled me instantly as I sucked down the pearl of pre — come awaiting me.

I swirled him with my tongue, sealing my lips around that smooth crown. He writhed under me, his hands pulling at my body, shifting me. As I started dropping the ring of my mouth down his veiny shaft, I felt him lift and settle me into place — so that his mouth had easy access to my streaming pussy.

We forged ahead with furious abandon, engaged in a passionate 69. I couldn’t remember the last time Marco and I had bothered to do something this adventurous and acrobatic. (Marco? Gloria didn’t know any Marco.) I sucked that scrumptious staff down all the way down, taking an inch or so into my throat and holding it there, giving him the chance to appreciate my cock — sucking skills.

When he flashed his tongue along my groove then drove it hard up inside me, I knew he was appreciating me. His hands closed over my ass, pulling me more firmly down onto his face. I wriggled with pleasure, no doubt smearing my juices on his chin and cheeks. He nibbled softly on my aching clit, which brought on an abrupt and helpless pleasure. With my mouth stuffed with cock, I let out a deep — throated growl and came with a vengeance.

He rolled me off him, and I fell limply onto my back, dazed. But my attention refocused immediately as he levered himself up over me. I looked up at his beautiful, dripping face. Mike! Mike, my lover. I wanted him. He and Gloria belonged together.

He hunkered between my legs, his cock gleaming with my spit, and thrust himself into my eager pussy. I cried out, taking all of him, lifting my legs and wrapping them around his waist. My entire body lit with an electrical bliss. Above me, his features twisted with joy.

With steady strokes he pounded my cunt. I liked the forceful smack of our bodies coming together. I met his thrusts, my hips working like oiled joints. My wrists locked around the back of his neck. Heat raced through me. Pleasure rippled my body once more, and I jerked and spasmed through another ferocious climax.

He held back and let me have my fun, just like Mike would have. I grinned at him. Then I executed an unexpected judo move and flipped him onto his back. The look of surprise on his face was absolutely genuine. Enormously turned on, I mounted him, slotting his gorgeous cock up inside me. I impaled myself, feeling every deep part that he touched with his lovely prick. I braced a hand on his chest and rode him wildly.

I bucked on top of him like a madwoman. He thrust up into me, but I moved in a blur, pounding my pussy down onto his cock with every plunge. My clit buzzed like a beehive. My pussy overflowed. I was coming yet again, as only Mike could make me do.

I looked down as my lover’s face clenched in final ecstasy. I felt his come geysering within me. I milked every last drop of delight he had, then I collapsed onto him. His arms enfolded me. I nuzzled against his throat and closed my eyes.

Burt and the sound man withdrew. When we came out to the next room later, I started to feel a fresh surge of embarrassment, but Burt grinned happily. “I got all the footage I need to make a very tasteful cut of the scene. Don’t worry. But you can have an uncut version if you want.”

I did want. So did Omar. I wanted to remember this scene for a long time to come.

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