I resisted the urge to get down on my knees and take Mike's cock into my mouth again. It looked absolutely delicious, but I felt like it was time for the main event. 

I grabbed my beer and my phone off the coffee table as Mike stood up. 

"Taking your phone?" he asked quizzically

"Hubby said he might call if he gets reception on the camping trip," I replied. "If I don't respond he might get suspicious," I finished with a wink. 

Mike smiled at that and followed me as I guided him to the bedroom. I tried hard not to look where I knew the cameras were. 

"Don't look directly at them," Bryan had repeatedly drilled into me. But I couldn't help myself. Now that I was committed to this role: my husband's personal porn star, I wanted to flaunt it. As I pulled Mike into the bedroom, I looked directly at the camera opposite the bed and flashed a smile. 

I had planned to pull Mike down into the bed with me, but he had other ideas, putting his hand on my shoulder and pushing me down face forward onto the bed. I practically tripped over my 4" stilettos but caught myself just in time to avoid an ungraceful fall. I was about to turn around and chide him, but he pushed my legs apart and roughly jammed his cock home. 

Whatever protestations I had immediately flown out of my head. One of Mike's hands stayed on my shoulder, forcing me facedown on the couch as he fucked me from behind. I turned my face and realized I was looking directly at the hidden camera. 

Bryan was downstairs watching Mike force himself on me. There was nothing delicate it about, it was nothing but pure animalistic frenzy. That morning, I'd woken up in this bed with my husband, and now Mike was on top of me, taking me. I couldn’t have even smiled at the camera if I wanted to. All I could do was moan while Mike pounded away at me.

I heard him toss his now empty beer bottle on the floor, only just then realizing that he must have been chugging away at it while he was plowing into me, and then I felt his other hand press down on me. I had to admit, I was amazed by Mike's staying power. Bryan was no slouch, by any means, but it felt like Mike had already been fucking me all night. 

Then he stopped and withdrew himself. I almost cried out in protest, but he roughly turned me around, his hand on the back of my neck. Through a quick contortion, I lay on my back and Mike guided my head towards the edge of the build, until my head was tilted over the edge. From my inverted view, I looked up at him. He held his glistening cock at the base, looking down at me with raw lust. Without another word, he leveled his cock with my mouth and slid it in deep. 

"Ugn," he grunted as his cock, tasting of me, filled my mouth and throat. I knew he'd be looking down at the moving bulge in my throat where his cock was pumping in and out. I saw him reach up, unbutton his shirt, and toss it to the floor without once breaking his pace as he fucked my face. I closed my eyes then and concentrated on relaxing my throat as much as possible.

To give him, and Bryan, a better show, I spread my stocking-clad legs, my heels digging into the comforter for purchase, and began to finger myself. 

Mike grunted in appreciation. "That's it, baby," he said, and I imagine Bryan was saying the exact same thing. 

Mike began unlacing my corset with the same deftness he had removed his shirt, while I concentrated on grabbing quick breaths for the brief time his shaft wasn't filling my throat. By touch alone, I unclipped the garter snaps from my stockings, alternating hands as I continued to rub my clit with my free hand. 

Once he was done unlacing the corset, he pulled his cock all the way out and I gasped for breath. He tugged the corset out from under me and tossed it carelessly behind me. While he did, I cradled his cock between my hands and licked it, running my soft tongue along the underside.

“Little slut can’t get enough, can you?”

“No,” I moaned, my voice throaty and wet. 

“You want this cock, slut?”

“I need it,” I cooed, writhing on the bed as I tried to slide the head back between my lips. But Mike pulled it back, teasingly. Then he stepped forward and slid his slick cock between my tits. I immediately reached up and pushed them together. His head and shaft slid between the slick mounds of my breasts. 

At this angle, his balls were right above my face, so I reached up to lick at them, but Mike shuffled forward a little more, and I knew what he wanted. I tilted my head up and ran my tongue along his ass, rimming him as he titty-fucked me.

Jesus, I thought to myself, I never thought Bryan was going to get this much of a show! I glanced over and realized that from this angle he'd be able to see me perfectly. While from the camera by the window, he'd be looking straight at Mike's cock sliding between my tits. 

Mike suddenly stepped back, and I saw his cock pulsing. "Fuck," he said and shook his head, "I almost came." 

A little confused, I rolled over, eagerly eyeing his cock, "Almost? God Mike, what, are you like some tantric sex guy or something now?"

He smiled, "Nah, Becca, I just want to fuck you like I used to in the dorm room." He motioned me towards the head of the bed.

I laughed at that, and rolled back over, turning 90 degrees to put my head on Bryan's pillow. I could smell Bryan on the pillow, and the scent of him turned me on even more. I stretched my body languidly along the bed. 

Mike would go through the position, but at the end of the day, this was his favorite. On top. In full control. 

He watched me for a second, so I decided to give him a show. I spread my long legs, licked my fingers, and slid my hand down to my pussy. I looked down as I did, right at the camera that was positioned between my legs on the dresser. I pumped my fingers in slowly, seductively, as Mike stood by watching. Then he stepped up to the side of the bed. My head still on Bryan’s pillow, I turned lazily and began to suck Mike’s cock again. From this angle, I couldn’t deepthroat him, but I took him as deep as I could and moaned contentedly as I did. 

“You are an amazing, cock hungry whore,” Mike exclaimed. I was too busy to reply.

Then he got into the bed and laid on top of me. I run my fingers up his ribs and wrapped my legs around him. He slid his cock slowly into me. For the first time that night, he wasn't rough. He was taking his time.

"You ever fuck anyone in this bed but your husband?" he asked.

"No," I answered honestly.

"But you couldn't resist this dick, could you?" he asked as the aforementioned dick lazily filled me.

"No," I answered honestly.

"Best cock you ever had, isn't it?"

"Yes," I lied, carefully resisting the urge to turn my face to the window camera and wink. "That's why I'm your slut, Mike. I'll always be your slut because I need your big, hard cock."

At that moment, my phone buzzed. Had I gone too far? Said too much? I sighed with exasperation 

"Don't stop, it's just my husband," I said, and Mike noticeably picked up the pace in his excitement. I was nervous when I grabbed the phone. Was Bryan going to tell me to stop?

I unlocked the phone and pulled up my messages. I was greeted with a text saying "Fucking Amazing" and a short video clip of what I quickly realized was Mike's ass pumping back and forth into me, my heels bouncing in the air with every thrust. 

"All for you" I texted back and tossed my phone back on the nightstand. “He just wanted to say goodnight,” I explained to Mike.

“Aw, ain’t that sweet. Too bad you’re home being a whore. I don’t want any more distractions tonight.”

"I'm all yours," I said to Mike and Bryan at the same time.

Mike, I will say, had been doing his situps, because his core muscles were no joke. As soon as I finished talking he slammed into me with so much force that the headboard cracked against the wall. He put his whole body into each furious thrust, fucking me like he hated me, like he wanted to break me. I scratched my nails along his back, openly screaming out in unbridled desire, wordlessly urging him on. 

I came again at some point, maybe more than once, it all blurred together under the heaving, sweaty, shaking tumult of Mike's rage-like fucking. I thought I could take no more, but Mike was unstoppable, a raw force of nature, and my desire was unquenchable. I took everything he had to give. I begged him for more. When I pleaded for him to fuck me harder or faster, he did. When I screamed in pleasure, he found that spot again and again, keeping me in a state of ecstatic bliss. 

Then finally, he grabbed my hair, twisting it into a painful bundle in his fist, pulled down hard on me like he was trying to force his cock through me, and roared out his orgasm. His cock spasmed and pulsated inside me, dumping load after load of cum into my pussy. My fingers dug into him and my legs constricted him, pulling as much of his cock into me as I could. 

Spent, Mike collapsed down on me, whatever reserve of strength that had kept him going finally exhausted. He rolled off me, and despite my own exhaustion, I moved down to take his still-quivering cock into my mouth, tasting our intermingled fluids. He put his hand on the back of my head and gently, soothingly, stroked my hair as I lovingly licked him clean. 

He took a long shuddering breath.

"Jesus, Mike," I said, "did you take Viagra before you came over here?"

He laughed at that, and said, "Nah, Becca. Like I said, married life, I guess it hasn't been so good for me. You don't have any idea how much I needed this."

It was the first time since he'd gotten there that he seemed to break character from Supremely Confident Mike. I wasn't sure if I should ignore it. I didn't think this was part of Bryan's fantasy, but, on the other hand, Mike was, in a weird way, a friend. Or, if not a friend, exactly, someone who had earned a little earnestness. 

"I"m sorry," I said. I looked at his softening cock, considered taking it back into my mouth, but then said, "Do you wanna go again?"

He looked down at me, "Honestly, Becks, I think if we went again right now, you might break me. I need a rest."

This wasn't in the plan. Mike was supposed to cum and go. I'd told him my husband was coming back the next morning. But, maybe a short nap? I patted him on the thigh, "Why don't you grab some sleep? I'll wake you up in a couple of hours?"

"That'd be great," he said, and a few minutes later, he was out.

When I was sure he was asleep, I grabbed my phone, turned off the light, and closed the door to the bedroom. I quietly made my way to the basement door, and when I opened it Bryan was standing there.

Whatever concern I'd had evaporated when I saw his shit-eating grin. 

"That was Ah-May-Zing," he said, "when are we doing this again?"

I gave him a "are you kidding me look," and playfully slapped his chest. "Um, hello, you didn't even ask me if I liked it!"

"Becca," he said with mock seriousness, "I watched the whole thing. I know you liked it. I know you more than liked it, you were out of control. You're a goddamn sex goddess."

I laughed, "I was thinking of myself more as your personal porn star."

His eyes widened, "Oh, I like that. That's good. Do you want to be my porn star?"

I struck a pose, bringing attention to my disheveled state, "I think I already am, babe." 

"Well, since he's asleep, I think it might be time for you to give a little attention to the director," he said, reaching down to rub his cock.

I affected a shocked look, "Are you telling me you didn't cum!?!"

This time he laughed, "Didn't cum? I came like three times. You guys were at it for hours, girl."

I looked down at the hardness under his shorts, "Then how do you have anything left?"

"For my porn star? I've always got something left!"

He grabbed at me, pulling me towards the basement stairs. 

"Bryan, I haven't even had a shower," I protested.

"Don't care," he said as I gingerly navigated the stairs in my heels.

"Well, I'm kind of sore, too, Mike was really giving me a workout," I joked. 

I don't know if Bryan took me seriously or not, but the clever boy had an answer for everything, "Oh, that's okay, babe. I'm going to fuck you up the ass." 

Bryan had set up two computer monitors in the basement. Each one was split into four separate windows, and in each window, there was a different scene from that night’s festivities. He turned me around to face them and then pressed up against me, his cock pushing against my ass cheeks. 

“What do you want to see,” he whispered into my ear. “Do you want to see what a whore you look like on your knees sucking his cock?” he asked, pointing out the matching window. “Do you want to hear yourself begging for him to fuck your brains out? Or maybe where you lick him clean after he blew his load in your married pussy?”

Bryan had reached down between my legs and was gently rubbing my pussy, my pussy still filled with Mike’s cum. The pussy I’d shamelessly, happily given to another man. 

“What’s your favorite?” I asked, a little breathlessly. I was surprised by my own body’s reaction. I’d thought I was completely spent, but looking at those still frames made my heart start to race. I wiggled my ass against his cock. 

I felt Mike’s foot between my legs, he pushed them and I obediently spread them, bending slightly over the desk he’d set up. My face was even closer to the screens. He rubbed the head of his cock against my sore lips, just enough to lubricate it, and then stepped back enough to push it against the tightness of my ass.
“I don’t know, Becca,” he said, nudging his cock in a little, then returning it to my pussy. He slid his cock in a little deeper, getting his shaft wetter, and the moved back to my ass. “I feel like I’d have to watch them at least a dozen more times. There’s all so,” he pushed his cock in deeper, “Fucking,” deeper, “Good,” he said and thrust into my ass. 

“We can watch them whenever you want,” I moaned.

He pulled his cock out of my ass and slid it back into my pussy. Then he reached forward, clicked a button, and all the windows came to life. I saw myself, reflected in eight different screens, playing the role of the complete slut. But I wasn’t playing a role al all. This was me.

Bryan began pumping his cock into my pussy and then swapping it back into my ass, alternating every few strokes. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grunted, “all that cum inside you, so fucking wet.”

He didn’t last long, but he made the most of it and when he came, he pulled his cock out of my ass, pushed me down to my knees, and finished in my mouth. 

It was, all in all, a fabulous night.

***

After we finished, I made my way up to the bedroom, set an alarm on my phone, and took a well-deserved nap. When my alarm went off, I woke Mike up with a blowjob, and shortly after he finished in my mouth, he called an Uber. We didn't talk about "next time" because I think we were both adult enough to know there might never be one. Instead, I kissed him and sent him back to his wife and his life. 

I was beat, so I went back to bed. I'm pretty sure that Bryan joined me at some point, but when I woke up the bed was empty and the house smelled deliciously of coffee. I tossed on a robe and headed to the kitchen.

Bryan smiled at me and poured a cup of blistering hot coffee. I cradled the mug and deeply inhaled. 

"So," he said, sitting down next to me, "what do you think?"

"I think I'm going to need a few days to recover, I'm not exactly in tip-top form anymore," I said jokingly. 

“I mean,” he said in his Captain Obvious voice, “do you think you’ll want to do it again?”

“Well, you’re the one who said I was a goddamn sex goddess,” I retorted. 

“Yeah, but, you know, sometimes things look different after you’ve had a night to sleep on them.”

That was true. I’d had my share of “‘Things that look great’ in the neon light of last night,” but ended up being “‘Oh my god, what was I thinking’ in the clarity of next this morning.” This, I quickly realized, wasn’t one of those things. I felt amazing. Being Mike’s slutty little plaything satisfied a deep urge I’d let sit quietly inside after the wedding. But more importantly, knowing that Bryan was super into it made me feel fantastic.

“I don’t have any regrets. I’d do it again. But Bryan, I’d only do it again if you’re 100% okay with it. This can totally be a one-time thing for me.”

“Then, baby,” he said, “I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship.” 

I smiled, held out my mug, and Bryan clinked his against it in a celebratory toast to our newfound passion.