As they lay on their bed watching the scene unfold, Rio glanced across at Jay. He wanted to register his reaction as he watched his first ever performance, hoping he’d be OK with how it turned out. He watched as the camera stole a closeup of Jay’s mock-surprised face. Rio laughed with glee as Jay’s briefcase fell open, his precious documents comically scattering across the living room floor. He laughed even harder as Flower squirted, her spray raining down onto her husband’s unprocessed invoices. He thought Jay’s impromptu reactions provided the perfect comedy counterpoint.
Onscreen, Jay sat in a chair jacking off while his ‘wife’ got hammered in front of him. The camera focused on the poolboy’s massive cock buried deep in her wet snatch. She sprayed the room again before the poolboy took her juicy ass. The camera zoomed in for a tight anal closeup.
As Jay lay on the mattress next to Rio, watching the rough edit roll before his eyes, he remembered that he’d only just met Flower moments beforehand. He remembered the selfie he took with her and uploaded to his socials just before the cameras rolled.
“You OK with what you’re seeing so far, Jay?” Rio asked.
“Yeah,” Jay replied. “I think so.”
Flower’s verbal assault on her ‘husband’ was relentless, right up to the point where she commanded the fat-dicked poolboy to saturate her ass. He complied, and the camera captured closeups of her gaping hole and the poolboy’s thick nut.
The scene rolled on. Jay watched himself crawl across to the couch where Flower lay, anally exhausted. He knew what he had to do. In that moment, he wasn’t sure what he wanted to eat more — Rio’s cum, or Flower’s butt — but as he watched the scene, he remembered thinking to himself ‘I don’t have to choose. I get to eat both.’
Jay watched the laptop screen as the camera took closeup shots of him slurping Rio’s hot sperm off Flower’s ass. The camerawork was blurry and slightly off-kilter as Jay crawled up his wife’s back.
The camera guy might’ve missed the cue, but the sound guy didn’t.
“Can I fuck you?” whispered Jay.
Flower’s response was like fire. “Have you learned you lesson from the poolboy, you limp-dicked cuck?”
Jay remembered this moment: it felt like his brain was about to explode. He forgot about the cameras, the sound equipment, everything. All he wanted was to sink his cock into Flower’s asshole. The boom mike picked up his whisper. “Uhh… yeah, whatever.”
He remembered feeling like he was gonna nut even before he got inside her.
He watched as Flower threw him off her back after he nutted like he was a ragdoll.
The camera panned from Flower’s ass up to her furious face, then across to Jay’s naked and embarrassed frame, crumpled on the floor. Its final journey was across to a random piece of furniture before slowly losing focus. The scene faded to black and ended.
Rio closed the lid of his laptop. “How are you feeling?”
Jay took a breath before responding. “I was worried they’d make me look like a total jackass in editing, but… they didn’t. Besides, it was totally worth it to eat your load off Flower’s ass. That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever done in my life,” he admitted. “I was so horny in that moment that if I’d even just accidentally touched my dick, I would’ve cum.”
“Do you want me to say anything to the editors?”
“There’s no need. I mean, people I know are eventually gonna see it or hear about it and they’ll have questions, but I’m comfortable with everything.”
Rio smiled. “And your bitch Britney is gonna rub herself a new one when she watches it.”
“Yeah, probably,” Jay laughed. “I just hope she watches it at home, and not in a park. Can you find out when it’s gonna be released so I can give her a heads-up?”
Rio nodded. “Yeah, no sweat.” He powered down his laptop, donned his reading glasses, and opened his thesaurus.
Jay was bemused. “Are you reading that thesaurus like it’s a fucking novel?”
Rio looked across the top of his sexy frames. “I’m enjoying it.”
“Whatever floats your boat,” shrugged Jay.
“I’m also entertained by it, and I’m revelling in it.”
“Shut the fuck up with your stupid fucking synonyms,” laughed Jay, heading towards the shower. “I got work tomorrow.”
*
TGIF. Jay’s job wasn’t exhausting by any means, but he was still looking forward to the weekend.
He showed up at the library just before nine, coffee in hand. Four or five colleagues were milling around. Britney was sipping her own morning brew when Jay quietly approached her. “I saw it, Britz,” he whispered.
Britney didn’t grasp Jay’s need for discretion. “What did you see?” she blurted.
Heads turned, waiting for Jay’s answer. Imagine if he told the truth — ‘I saw that porn scene I’m in.’ He needed to think on his feet. “Err… I watched that movie. You know, the one you recommended.”
Britney still wasn’t with the program. “What movie, Jay? You’ve totally lost me. When did we talk about movies?”
Jay was tapdancing now. “The… movie… you know, the one… the one you liked, the one you told me about, with that actor guy in it.”
Britney forced a nervous laugh. This had to be a weird Friday morning joke she’d never encountered before. “Oh, right. Yeah, *that* movie.” She didn’t get it.
Their eavesdropping colleagues were baffled by this cryptic conversation. They mumbled amongst themselves as they drifted off to begin the day’s work. Britney began to follow them.
“Hey, Britz, wait,” Jay whispered, grabbing her arm. She turned on her heels. Their colleagues continued drifting away.
“If that was a gag, Jay, I’m sorry, but I don’t think I got it…”
“Wait a second. I’m trying to tell you I saw the clip. Just last night. The porn clip with Rio and Flower that I gatecrashed.”
“Oh my god! Fuck! How did it come out? Was it good?”
Jay nodded. “I think I’m cool with it.”
Britney’s knees trembled. “This is gonna make me shoot starbeams out of my asshole, isn’t it?”
Jay nodded again. He smiled. “Maybe.”
Britney raced to the bathroom, locked herself in a cubicle, and you already know what happened next. After she left, the cleaner shrugged before wheeling in a mop and a bucket.
The workday unfolded and progressed. Readers and borrowers were thin on the ground by mid-afternoon.
“Hey, Jay,” said Britney, “got any plans for tonight?”
“Not really. What about you?”
“Nah,” she replied. “Wanna hang out?”
“Sure. Meet me at the library doors just after 5 o’clock?”
Britney grinned.
Jay messaged Rio to say he was having a drink with Britney after work, and that he’d be home a little later than usual. ‘No problem,’ Rio replied. ‘Fuck her brains out.’
*
Britney took Jay to a nearby bar, and they sat at a table with a cool beer each. “Thank god it’s Friday,” she said.
“Amen to that!” replied Jay, lifting his glass. He took a big gulp.
A waitress came over to hand them menus, and they each ordered a meal. They talked about new books they’d been reading and new music they’d been listening to. Jay told Britney the story about Rio’s thesaurus. She knew Jay wasn’t ridiculing Rio at all, but a literary love-affair between a man and his thesaurus was highly unusual. She could tell that Jay found it charming.