My Wife, the Fluffler

I don't care how straight you say you are, but I'll bet you've seen my hard cock and watched me get off. Two things before you read the rest of my story. First, "fuck you!" (Trust me, in a moment, you'll deserve those words.) Unless you only watch lesbian or gay porn, you've probably seen me. And if you like your porn with an edge, like to ass-to-mouth, gang-bangs or coat-my-face crap, then you've definitely seen me.

I'm not famous like Peter North or Seymore Butts or any of those other guys. Hell, most the time, you don't even see my face. I'm the anonymous POV ("point of view" for the uninitiated) dick you're watching that hot blonde, brunette or redhead suck off. I like it like that. I don't want to be famous for being a porn star. I'm just a guy trying to pay the bills, okay?

Wait. Did you forget what I said back at the top? Fuck you, okay? I know, that's rude, but you're mind already spinning, isn't it? You're thinking How hard can your job be? Or, Lucky stiff gets to fuck hot women for a living. Keep reading, okay?

I didn't start off to be in porn. I'm just a guy. Yeah, I'm in shape. That's always been important to me. I've always done okay with women so I guess I'm good looking. I don't think a lot about it. I've tried to look good for me, not her. I do have a hot wife. Beth is really hot. Hotter to me than any of the girls you see on camera and smart, too. There are few girls working in porn who are smart, but only a few. Most of them are what you see, airheaded bimbos out for a quick buck today without thinking about tomorrow. It's sort of a turn-off.

I know most guys start with how she looks and if she looks hot, she's halfway there. And most of the girls in porn look pretty good. That's fine when you want to rub one out and need a bit of inspiration. But you don't have talk to these airheads. You don't have to negotiate with them or deal with convincing them that a porn set isn't a rave party. We're there to get a job done as quickly as possible, get paid and get the fuck out. I'd rather work with a girl with a dozen credits behind her than some newbie to the industry who still respects herself. But new girls sell. Fresh, new faces attract dollars. Unless a woman can make a name for herself, she's a flash in the pan and done before she has half a dozen credits behind her. No one wants to believe how professional we get on set. It ruins the "behind the scenes" illusion.

My porn career (damn, I hate writing those words) started as an accident. It was the old "friend of a friend" routine. A buddy of mine knew someone who was in the industry. This guy was shooting a gang-bang scene with a bukkake ending. For those who don't know, bukkake is when a group of guys paste a girl's face with their orgasms, one after the other. Anyway, this friend of mine said his buddy needed more guys for an upcoming shoot. "You don't have to fuck or suck her, unless you want to," Rick to me. "You don't have to show your face, either. You just need to jerk-off on her face. It's not as if anyone is counting how many dicks do her." I wasn't going to do it until Rick told me what it paid: three hundred bucks.

"You're kidding me, right?" I had asked him. I didn't believe a word of it though Rick was never a bullshitter.

"I'm serious. You hang out, watch this hot chick fuck and suck in every way possible for a couple hours and then step-up to paste her face. It's fun," he had told me.

There was no way I was going to do it without telling my wife. I won't lie; we needed the money. I had started by saying it like a joke, "So Rick knows this guy who..." But when I had gotten to the pay-off, I could see the wheels turning behind Beth's pretty blue eyes. It was only three-hundred bucks but that was enough to pay some bills that weren't going to pay themselves. That's when Beth surprised me twice. The first was when she had said I should do it. The second surprise?

"Can I go and watch?" she had asked. That had required a phone call to Rick and Rick to his friend and you get the rest. But it that's how it had happened the first time.

A few words about my Beth; she's not the jealous type. Neither one of us are. We never got that gene, I guess. She wasn't going to keep tabs on me. She wanted to go for the experience, to see what it was like on a real porn set. Beth and I had watched porn together. We have a great sex life and we're desperately in love. She's tall, skinny and has a rocking, tight body. She works out as much as I do and can match my distance runs even if she can't match my speed. She has strawberry blonde hair that gets streaked more blonde than strawberry during a summer of running. Personally, I love her freckles and the way they fade away before you get to her tits. She's busty, which frustrates her when she runs because she has to bind her tits in place. Like I said before, I think she's hotter than any porn chick. I like her pointy chin, pretty smile and the way her clear blue eyes show that she's always thinking.

So, I did that first porn shoot and learned a lot about how hard it is to be on a porn set. The girl was pretty enough. She wasn't stupid. She knew what she was doing and it was strange how much non-sex conversation goes on during a porn shoot. Beth pointed out how the female performer needed to be half a contortionist and athletic to move into the all the positions required. The primary male performers all popped Viagra before the shoot. Rick and I were bonus pops after the main action had been recorded. In the final video, we were marked as Cameraman #1 and 2.

After the shoot, Beth and I went home and had fucked like bunnies. I teased her about seeing all those hard pricks and she had laughed about it. "They were hot enough but you're as big as any of them."

That's how it started. In the months to come, there were more invitations for more shoots. Beth went with me every time. We got to know the director/producer/cameraman and the couple other people who were usually on set. They're good people. The girls kept changing, but most of the male talent were repeats. Let me tell you, it's very strange to see your wife talking to a naked man with hard-on between takes, but you get used to it. Hell, it's damn weird for me to talk to a naked guy stroking his cock to keep it hard.

I won't lie, the money mattered, but that wasn't what kept us coming back for more. What sealed the deal for me was the after shoot sex I had with Beth. Fuck that was hot! The closest I can compare it to would be the time she went to a bachelorette party at a night club with male strippers. When she had gotten that night our sex had been so hot and over the top that I said she should visit strip clubs more often.

Being on a regular on a porn set begins to feel as if you're a member of a very odd club. Everyone gets along and pitches in. The jobs are shared. I think Beth helped me get more jobs by baking cookies before each shoot. Everyone would cheer when she and I showed up with warm cookies. I never saw any drug or alcohol use at a shoot, aside from the guys popping Viagra.

During the shoot, Beth would spend her time visiting with offset talent, the make-up girl or the fluffer. The fluffer has an interesting job. If a guy's having a difficult time keeping his hard-on, it's her job to get him hard again. Sometimes she can do it with her hand and sometimes she sucks him hard again. For the shots we were doing, it was always the same girl filling the role of the fluffer. Karen was a nice girl. She was funny and pretty enough without an interest in becoming a performer. Like a lot of people behind the scenes in porn, she had a film degree and had backed into working for a porn production company. She did the make-up and a lot of post-production work. I never asked her how she became a fluffer, but she was good at what she did.

Karen was busiest right before the cumshots started. Off camera, she was sucking the guys as close as she could before they would dash onset to finish on the talent's face. If seeing my wife standing around talking with naked guys sporting hard-ons was strange, watching Karen work was even stranger. At a moment's notice, she would drop to her knees, suck a guy hard again and then bounce back up to pick up a conversation wherever it had left off. All the guys liked her and she would joke about her skills.

Okay, more truth telling. When I'm being paid to pop on a girl's face, I'm just jerking off. That's all I'm doing. The girl doesn't touch me. She's usually coated with half a dozen loads from the other guys. The way it works, the guys need to be ready to come on command. First, they shoot all the positions and combinations they need and then the series of cumshots. For Rick or I? We need to get ourselves ready for our cumshots as soon as the rest of the talent starts shooting off. Think it through. If we're coming in at the end as "Cameraman #1 & 2," then the other guys have to finish on her first. That means neither Rick nor I have had the fun of fucking her, but we're expected to be ready to pop. So we're standing over a pretty girl with a cum-splattered face who's ready to be done for the day. She's tired and sore from fucking and sucking. Two more orgasms before she gets a shower and a paycheck. It's a pressure situation and what works for me is seeing my wife sitting off camera. Having Beth watching me jerking it is what gets me off. She smiles and I can see the eager, excited look in her eyes. That's what gets me off, my wife.

Two months ago, I learned Beth was part of the reason why Rick got off, too. Whenever we get close to the end of a shoot, Beth gets frisky towards me. It helps me get excited and I need that. I don't want to waste the talent's time (or the cameraman or lighting or anyone else). You learn the timing of a shoot. You get a feeling for when the primary shots are done and it's time for the orgasms. That's when Beth will rub up against me. She'll kiss me and rub the front of my pants to get me going. I need to be hard and ready for my scene, so she fluffs me. Rick confessed it helped him, too. He admitted to Beth and I that watching us getting me ready did more for him than the previous two hours of fucking and sucking on the set. It was cute when he admitted it. He was embarrassed and a bit drunk and the three of us had a big laugh over it.

Last month, Rick had a real problem. It was near the end of the shoot and he couldn't get hard. Beth and I were kissing and carrying on. He watched us with his hand in his pants but I could see the frustrated look on his face. "Dude," he whispered too low to be picked up by the on-set microphone. "I can't get it up."

"Visit Karen," I told him.

"I can't find her," he said.

"She had to go. Something about picking up her parents at the airport," Beth whispered.

"What do you want me to do about it?" I asked Rick. Beth's lips against mine and her hand rubbing my pants had done it for me. Knowing the delights that were waiting for us at home helped, too. I was hard and ready for my scene.

"I don't know," he said. He glanced at the set. "She's just not doing it for me." The female talent was covered in tattoos and piercings and she didn't do much for me, either. "Man, I really need this paycheck, too." The rules were simple: no pop, no check. He looked desperate as he opened his pants and tried caressing his exposed prick. He was staring at Beth caressing the lump inside my pants. "Can she do something more to you?"

"Like what?" I asked. I felt for him, but it was his problem. I was hard as hell.

"I don't know. Suck you or something?"

I looked at Beth. It was up to her. I wasn't going to tell her to do anything like that. She glanced at Rick before looking back to me and said, "Hell, I don't care. Pull it out." She worked the front of my jeans for me and pulled it out for me. She sat down again, looked past me as if to check who might see and then drew my hard cock between her lips. That was all it took. Rick rose to the occasion and we finished the shoot.

She and I were quieter than usual as we started our drive home from the shoot. Beth was first to break the silence. "Is it wrong that I got really wet sucking you for Rick?"

"Was it because Rick was watching?"

"I don't know. Maybe a little," she said as she stared out her window and put her thoughts in order. "I don't think it was Rick. I think it was because anyone could have seen me doing it."

"Did you see how hard I came on the talent's face?" I asked. I hadn't caught the female talent's name. It didn't matter. Beth nodded and smiled. "You did that," I assured her.

"Because I sucked you?"

"And did it in front of all those other people," I admitted. It was what made the difference for me. Like Beth, I barely noticed Rick watching. I didn't care about Rick watching. All that mattered was how my wife was sucking me in front of a room full of people. That had made me harder than usual and my extra thrill showed up on camera.

Beth caressed my thigh and it felt good to have her touching me. "For a minute, I was afraid Rick wanted me to suck him," she laughed.

"Would you have done it?" I asked. My cock was growing hard again and her fingers found the growing lump.

"Really?" she asked with raised eyebrows. She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Maybe that's what I should do if you can't get it up."

"If you're around, I'll always be able to get it up," I told her and we went home and had outrageous sex.

Beth and I never talked about it. I guess we never needed to talk about, but we don't question why the other person got excited. Most of the time, it is obvious why it happened. Like the night she came home from that bachelorette party. I knew seeing the strippers had wound her up and I didn't care. I appreciated the extra zeal in the bedroom. We had had a great time together. Like I said before, I don't get jealous. Either Beth wants me or she doesn't. I don't want to be with a woman who doesn't want me, that's just the way I'm made. Beth seems to have the same attitude towards me, too. It's not about whether she notices another guy or if I notice another woman. It's not about where you work up your appetite; it's about coming home to eat.

When Beth and I got home that night, she was a wild woman. As soon as we were inside the house, she spun on me and insisted I get naked. She stayed dressed and dropped to her knees in front of me. She shoved my hard cock inside her mouth and sucked me close to an orgasm. "Don't you dare," she told me, squeezing my cock and forcing me to hold back. "I want this inside of me." She ripped off her clothes, grabbed the spindles of our stairway and pushed her bare ass in my direction. I plowed into her, surprised and thrilled to find her so hot, wet and needy. She clung to the railing and came before I had given her more than a dozen strokes. "More," she begged, turning and sucking me again.

"You're going to make me cum," I warned.

"No, not yet," she said. She pulled away and led the way upstairs. She crawled into the middle of our bed and laid spread-eagle. "Fuck me, baby." I climbed on top of her and buried my throbbing prick inside of her wet pussy again. She pushed up against me, grinding against me as she came again. I remained on the edge, ready to do the same thing when she pulled out from beneath me. "Not yet," she panted. She opened the drawer of her nightstand, pulled out one of her toys and shoved it inside her pussy before going down on me again.

I was taken aback by how anxiously she sucked me. It thrilled me knowing my cock had just been inside of her. She didn't care. She sucked me with a wild abandon I had never known from her or any woman. I came and from the sounds of her reaction, so did she. I kept her toy and continued to stroke her deeply as I went down on her. Beth came again and again before she was spent. We laid in the afterglow when Beth said, "I don't know how Karen does it."

"Keep all those guys hard?" I asked.

"Keep them hard and not get any for herself," she said. "I could not have picked up my parents after tonight's shoot. Not without this." She caressed my prick. "How do you think she does it?"

"I don't know. Ask her next time."

"I'm serious. I mean, it's one thing to see all the guys naked and hard. I won't lie, it's fun. It gets me going, you know?" she asked. I nodded. I knew it got her motor going and it didn't bother me. After all, I was the one getting the benefits of Beth's excitement. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. "But touching them? Sucking them? That would drive me crazy."

"Tease," I said, caressing her ample chest as I tried to imagine Beth being more worked up than she had been tonight. I wasn't hard. I wanted to be hard, but my balls felt spent from their previous two orgasms.

"Let me suck you again," she said.

"You can try," I said. She did more than try. Beth got me hard again and we fucked until we both were walking funny the next day.

It was later the next day when Beth gave me a funny look. Her blue eyes danced over my face as she flashed me a whimsical grin. "Can I try something?" she asked. I nodded. "I need you to do two things for me. I need you to get naked and for you not to be hard."

"Okay," I said finding the second part of her request more difficult than the first part. We were in the kitchen. Beth had been cooking and supper smelled good. It felt funny to be naked with supper so close, but I wasn't going to argue with her. As soon as I was nude, she dropped to her knees and sucked me. In moments, I was hard and she stopped.

"Thanks," she said, smiling at me.

"And that's all you're going to do?"

"For now," she said. She turned back to finish chopping vegetables. "How long do you think you can stay hard?"

"I don't know. How long do you want me to stay hard?"

"I don't know. Stay naked and let me see how long I can keep you hard, okay?"

My cock throbbed. "Sure," I said, confused and excited. The next three hours became very interesting. Whenever I started to get soft, Beth dropped to her knees and sucked me back into shape. After three hours, I had had enough and so had Beth. When I entered her, she felt as wet as I was hard. After one orgasm for me and three for her, I grinned. "If you want a real challenge, try to keep me hard now."

"Okay," she said. My cock was still wet from being inside her pussy; wetter because I had an orgasm while fucking her. Beth didn't balk. She sucked with me until I was hard before suggesting we go back downstairs to watch TV. Another two hours passed with her keeping me excited. My second orgasm felt as good as my first one.

"I feel as if I have a personal fluffer."

"Maybe you should do more during the next shoot," she suggested.

"But I'll be having sex with another woman," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not cheating if I'm watching, is it?" Beth asked.

Carson, the producer and director, had given me an open invitation to appear on camera in a full scene. I hadn't been interested but after six months of cameo appearances and Beth suggesting I should do more, I decided to give it a try. I mentioned as much to Carson during the next shoot. "Great! I have a smaller shoot scheduled for later this week. It's not a gangbang this time. It's a POV shoot, you know what those are?"

I did. We talked money and the pay was better, too. Every time Beth and I talked through the idea, she got excited and we end up having sex. We abstained the day before the shoot. The afternoon of the shoot, I was surprised to find myself nervous. We met the female performer. While she had appeared in a dozen or so scenes, she's not famous. No one you would recognize. As far as porn was concerned, she was a generic twenty something who had yet to buy fake boobs or decorate her body with tattoos. I don't know her stage name, so I'll call her Renee. She was shorter than Beth (most women are), small chested by comparison and had an allover tan I thought was vaguely attractive. If I had been single and clubbing with my friends, I doubt I would have picked her out of a crowd.