A Video of Her Husband Masturbating

"I know," Laura replied, "but . . . shit! You have to understand what you're asking. It's like somebody asking me to go on some porn set and watch a solo girl scene being filmed, but the solo girl is my best friend."

Cheryl stared at Laura for a few seconds. "Well, yeah, I guess it's exactly like that."

"So you can understand this is-"

"But it's not a porn set," Cheryl interrupted. "So maybe it is like a solo girl porn scene, but it's being made for an audience of one — my husband — and I really need you there to help me go through with it, Laura. It was such a relief to have you with me when we went to Z and E last Saturday."

Someone walked into the break room, fiddled with the solo coffee dispenser and waited through the few seconds it took to make a steaming cup of mid-afternoon pick-me-up before leaving. Laura and Cheryl feigned conversation on mundane matters during the two-minute break in talking about Cheryl's video shoot.

"So I'm supposed to be on the sidelines yelling, 'Go, Cheryl, go! Frig that clit!' through a megaphone?" Laura said, keeping her voice low and jumping immediately back into their conversation about Cheryl's video shoot the instant the interloper had left the break room.

"Damn! Laura! Sometimes you are so irritating! No! That's not what I mean!"

Softening, Laura replied, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's just that the request kind of caught me off-guard."

"But you'll go?" Cheryl asked, hopefully.

"Okay, okay. I'll go. But you owe me."

Releasing her held-in breath, Cheryl smiled. "Deal. The first time you shoot a solo-girl porn scene for your husband, I'll be there."

***

The morning had arrived. Cheryl was jittery and anxious and hadn't slept much the night before in spite of the lovely orgasm she'd had while being Brad's phone-sex girl that evening.

Crap! I hope these circles under my eyes clear up quickly, she thought, looking at herself in the mirror. Though Zoe would do her make-up specifically for the lights in the studio, everything was at an hourly rate. If Zoe had to spend a lot of extra time trying to compensate with make-up tricks for flaws Cheryl brought into the studio, the cost of Brad's present would go up.

So Cheryl was meticulous with her preparations: a thorough shower and shampoo with a conditioning rinse part of the process; special care to wash attentively everywhere, including her bare pussy and between the cheeks of her ass; plenty of deodorant, though not so much that caked-up residue showed (but almost to that point — she would be so-o-o-o-o nervous on the set, and she didn't want Z and E enduring her body odor during the shoot); an intense, critical check from every angle in front of the full-length mirror in their bathroom.

Cheryl was as ready as she was going to get.

Half an hour later, she honked from the street in front of Laura's apartment. Her friend climbed into the passenger seat wearing her signature black jeans — they looked new — plus a cute top Cheryl hadn't seen before, a gauzy-type shirt with some embroidery across one shoulder.

And Laura's attract-a-guy make-up was in place.

Cheryl crooked an eyebrow.

"Cut me some slack," Laura said. "Maybe Ethan is good-looking and available."

Shaking her head, Cheryl said, "Hitting on my porn videographer wasn't in the bargain, Laura."

Laura shrugged simply, checking her make-up in the rear-view mirror for a second. "You never know."

They returned to Z and E, parked, and Cheryl reached into the back seat for the little bag that held her favorite dildo.

Shit! she thought as she picked it up, realizing what was in the bag and knowing she'd be masturbating and sliding the toy in and out of her pussy in front of the two people waiting inside — two complete strangers at this point.

Am I going to be able to do this?!

And — wouldn't you know it — Ethan Bluestone was handsome with a confident but not cocky air about him. He looked to be early thirties, six feet tall, angular jaw and a lean frame. He was wearing comfortable jeans and a dark maroon t-shirt with a lightweight corduroy sport coat.

And he had gorgeous green-gray eyes.

"Welcome to Z and E," he said in greeting as Cheryl and Laura walked into the big room that served as the videography set for the morning's recording. "We'll try to make this a pleasant, affirming experience," and he extended his hand, looking back and forth between Cheryl and Laura.

"Thank you," Laura said, rushing to grasp his outstretched hand. "I'm Laura, Cheryl's friend. I hope it's okay that I'm here for moral support."

Ethan smiled. "Not unusual, and we want whatever is needed to make our clients comfortable." He shifted his gaze to Cheryl. "And you must be Cheryl Morris," he said, releasing Laura's hand and extending his own to Cheryl. "Pleased to meet you."

Damn! Cheryl thought. He would have to be gorgeous. She smiled in response as she shook Ethan's hand as a tumble of thoughts fought each other for her attention: I'm going to be showing you every inch of me and masturbating in front of you in a few minutes. I've just met you and inside of an hour you'll see me completely naked, my legs open and my pussy wet while I stroke my clit and say the nastiest things while I look right into your eyes through the camera lens.

It was all Cheryl could do to keep her knees from buckling.

Think of Brad. Think of Brad. Think of Brad, she repeated mentally, the phrase becoming a mantra to give her strength.

Laura, meanwhile, was enjoying everything.

"So, Ethan," she said, "how long has Z and E been in business?"

During his answer, Ethan guided them toward a corner in the large studio space where the set for Cheryl's performance awaited.

"We're in our fifth year, but Zoe and I had collaborated on several projects before that." He glanced toward a door that was opening on the opposite wall. "Ah, here's Zoe now."

Striding toward them was a tall woman, maybe even a half-inch or so taller than Laura. She, too, was casually dressed, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that hung loosely over a pullover top. Zoe was probably mid-forties, Cheryl guessed, and an attractive woman with a short cut to her brunette hair complementing a nice figure.

After a quick round of introductions followed by Zoe's explanation about the set (a large, sturdy, overstuffed chair chosen specifically to offer a good "working space" on which Cheryl could find numerous ways to display herself), she said to Cheryl, "We should get you ready with your make-up. Please join me in our dressing room over here." Zoe pointed to a hallway leading off of the studio. "Would you like Laura to join us?"

Cheryl knew the answer Laura would give.

"That's okay, Cheryl. I'll stay here and chat with Ethan. I'm curious about the cameras and lighting." Then Laura turned to Ethan and said, "Cheryl and I work for an ad agency, and it's always good to learn as much as possible about the visual presentation of actors who are pitching our clients' products."

Like that's the reason you want to talk to Ethan, Cheryl thought, looking at Laura who was smiling through a look of professional interest as she and Ethan strolled to a table where various microphones, cameras, light meters, and other equipment lay.

Zoe touched Cheryl on the elbow, indicating the route to the dressing room. "Let's get started, Cheryl. I'm sure Lisa, our receptionist, explained our hourly billing procedures, and I know you'd like to maximize this investment in your husband's surprise gift."

"Um, yes, thank you, Zoe. I'm nervous about taking way too long on things just because I'm . . . well, REALLY nervous about doing this."

Zoe smiled, opening a door in the short hallway to an obvious dressing room lined on one wall with a large, lighted mirror and long table with several stools in front of it. "I know. It's really something special you're doing for . . .?"

The question hung for a second before Cheryl realized it was a question. "For Brad," she replied. "He's really a fantastic man. He's my whole life. I want this surprise for him to be something he'll treasure as we grow old together."

Cheryl laid her bag on the make-up table, making sure the zipper was zipped completely. She didn't want to even see the dildo she would be using in front of Zoe and Ethan in only a short period of time.

Zoe paused as she was pulling out various lipstick tubes, powder jars, and mascara brushes from one of the drawers at the table. "All the right reasons, all the right reasons," she said, smiling at Cheryl.

"But it doesn't make this any easier, Zoe. I mean, good grief! To think I'd ever put myself in a position to do what I'm about to do — naked — in front of people I've just met, well . . . it's just so . . . Nnnnnh!" Cheryl exclaimed, vocalizing a sound of frustration. "I don't even know what to call it. This is all so crazy and way, way outside my comfort zone."

"But you're going to be wonderful. The video will be so-o-o-o sexy for your husband. You'll look great and beautiful and alluring — we'll make sure of it. And your husband is going to be crazy excited when he watches this video."

Cheryl smiled. "I hope so."

"Know so," Zoe replied, stepping back from Cheryl to look at her face in the light of the mirror. Choosing the first bottle from among the assortment on the table, she said, "Now let's get started on your make-up."

Cheryl relaxed a little and turned herself over to Zoe's practiced touch with make-up. It was nice, a kind of pampering that Cheryl enjoyed.

"Listen, Cheryl," Zoe said as she fussed about Cheryl's face with the make-up, "I can give you some tips that should help when you're naked in front of our cameras."

Zoe had Cheryl's undivided attention.

"The more you can bring Brad into the room, the better," Zoe said. "When Ethan and I are behind our cameras, our focus will be on the camera screens and on everything that's going on in the shot. We won't have time to be making any moral judgments or assumptions about you — not that we'd ever do that anyway. Our focus on the camera screens will be to notice things that might need to be adjusted, and it's through the camera lens that we'll be looking and watching everything from a professional videographer's viewpoint."

Zoe leaned back from Cheryl and said, "Look up for me." Then she was back to her description about things that could help Cheryl's performance.

"As videographers, we have to worry with things like the lighting, shadows, whether the framing creates unintended effects, whether there's a prop that's out of place in the background. With all of that on our minds — and that kind of stuff has to be on our minds because it's what's important for creating good work and pleasing our clients — we really don't have the mental bandwidth to think the first thought about whether you're a good girl or a bad girl for doing this."

Cheryl blinked and looked at Zoe, interest as much a part of her face as was the make-up Zoe was applying.

"For the record, though, I think you're a very good girl to be doing something so special for your husband," Zoe said, smiling. "I've made a few of these videos for my husband, and he simply adores them."

The confession caught Cheryl by surprise, and her reaction showed it.

"How could I work in this environment and not think about doing it?" Zoe asked playfully. "I trust Ethan as a business partner and as a friend, and he's a great videographer."

Cheryl's anxiety immediately ratcheted down several notches.

"Besides," Zoe continued, "Ethan's gay. He approaches these kinds of video shoots professionally, no matter the gender of the client. But I can assure you that when we shoot a beautiful woman like you for one of these videos, Ethan's mind is guaranteed to be focused only on the technical aspects of the job."

Cheryl grinned broadly.

By now Laura would have discovered Ethan's preferences. She was probably already bored.

Giggling, she said to Zoe, "Thanks. It helps a lot to hear you say all this. Knowing you've done this yourself for your own husband REALLY makes a difference. I feel a lot better."

"You'll be fantastic and the video will be such a sexy treat for Brad," Zoe said, leaning in to work on Cheryl's eyelashes. "Get Brad into your head and into the studio as much as possible this morning, Cheryl. It will become easier and easier to do as the shoot progresses and you see Ethan and me focused on our cameras' screens. Put Brad behind our cameras. Put Brad in a chair in front of you, watching you, being turned on by you. Put Brad on his knees in front of you, eager to bury his face between your legs."

She doesn't know that what I want Brad to be doing while he sees the video is stroking his pretty cock, Cheryl thought.

But that will be a great way to bring Brad into the studio in my head, she decided.

Zoe was efficient in applying Cheryl's make-up and was finished in a surprisingly short time. (This would have taken me three times as long, Cheryl thought.)

"There. Take a look in the mirror. You look fabulous!" Zoe said.

It was true. "Wow, Zoe! This is great! You'll have to show me what you did to get this look."

"Here's a thought," Zoe answered as she packed away the make-up supplies into the drawers at the light table. "I'll email you the amazon link to the book that's responsible for my self-taught knowledge. That way, you'll not be paying me $200 an hour for make-up lessons." She smiled at Cheryl. "So. Are you ready to be your husband's private fantasy video girl?"

An anxious frown crossed Cheryl's face.

"No, no," Zoe corrected gently. "You ARE ready, Cheryl. You look fantastic. You're in great shape. You're doing this because you love Brad so-o-o-o-o much, and you are the hottest you've ever looked for him."

Cheryl looked at Zoe, feeling a little better but needing even more reassurance.

Zoe leaned in a little closer to Cheryl. "And what you do and say in front of the camera today will make him crazy to grab you in his arms and carry you to bed and then ravish you completely because he's desperate to do every single thing that drives both of you insane."

A tingle began to perk up Cheryl's nipples.

"Your video is going to make it impossible for Brad to do anything but make love to you the instant he sees it, Cheryl. That's a guarantee."

"Thanks, Zoe. That helps."

The furrows in Cheryl's brow smoothed out.

"Much better," Zoe responded, scrutinizing Cheryl's make-up a final time. "Let's get started. I'm sure Ethan has everything ready to go on set. Let me get out there and get my own equipment ready. You can stay here to undress. There are several robes over there . . ." — and Zoe glanced toward a rolling rack of clothes, including several robes of various sizes and colors — ". . . and when you're ready, come on out, and we'll start shooting."

Zoe exited the dressing room, leaving Cheryl seated before the mirror, looking at her reflection and thinking, Brad, I hope you like this! If you had even an inkling of what I'm going through right now in order to do this crazy thing for you, you'd understand even more how much I love you.

Then, noting that her make-up really did look fantastic, Cheryl smiled ever so slightly at herself, stood, and slowly began undressing.

***

The soft robe slid easily across her nipples as Cheryl walked through the door of the dressing room, down the short hallway and out into the large studio space, her little bag with her dildo inside clutched in one hand. Seeing the big chair in the corner of the studio — the chair where she would soon be sitting, legs draped over the arms as she stroked her clit and looked into Ethan's camera — pushed another wave of anxiety through Cheryl's mind.

She looked for Laura and found her lingering at the table with the cameras and other equipment, still chatting with Ethan. Zoe was fiddling with a lightstand to one side of the big chair.

"Oh," said Ethan, turning as Cheryl approached, "I see you're ready." He looked at her face with professional interest. "Wow! Zoe did a great job on your make-up. You'll look beautiful in the video."

It was just the thing to hear to take her ramped-up anxiety back down a notch.

"Thanks, Ethan," Cheryl replied. "I have to admit, Zoe sure knows how to do make-up. I'm going to try to learn how to replicate this on my own. I really like it."

"And so will your husband," Ethan said with a smile. "Now why don't we get you over to the chair and move through some poses so Zoe and I can calibrate lights, plan out some good camera angles, and other boring stuff that'll make you look fantastic on video."

Oh, god, oh, god! Cheryl thought. I have to take off this robe now!

She swallowed hard, blanching slightly at the thought.

"Relax, Cheryl," Ethan said, a compassionate smile doing a lot on its own to settle Cheryl down. "We'll have to give you directions every now and then, and sometimes it'll be easiest to say something like, 'Okay, we need you to spread your buttcheeks a little wider apart,'" and he grinned at her, but not salaciously, "so try to remember that we're just working quickly and efficiently."

Ethan's comment was a cue that Laura could not let slip by.

"This is so exciting, Cheryl! It's just like you're one of those actresses in an x-rated video!"

Cheryl shot her a warning look. "I brought my friend for moral support, Ethan, but I'm wondering if that was a good idea."

Ethan leaned in to give Cheryl a conspiratorial wink then said loudly enough to ensure that Laura heard, "You friend has already confessed to me that she wished it was her doing the video."

Cheryl swiveled her head to look at Laura.

"Okay. So I confessed it to Ethan."

As Ethan walked toward Zoe to help with the lights and positioning the boom mic over the chair, Cheryl's questioning gaze at Laura demanded an answer.

"Yeah, I told Ethan that I thought you were really cool to be doing this for Brad, and I told him that I wish I were the one getting naked in front of his camera today."

"You know he's gay, right?" Cheryl whispered.

"Damn!"

"Just like I thought," Cheryl said. "You were coming on to him. Really, Laura. I mean, what a line, 'I wish I were the one getting naked in front of your camera,'" Cheryl said, imitating a Laura-like come-on voice.

Laura looked hurt. "No, Cheryl, it wasn't 100% flirting. I'll admit some of it was — you have to agree Ethan is way sexy — but I mean it. I wish I had someone I loved enough to do this for."

Cheryl's gaze at her friend softened.

"Because if I did," Laura continued, "I would absolutely do this. I would so fuckin' do this! It is such a sexy combination of love and naughty, girl!"

Her friend's comment helped relax her. "Let's wait to see how I do," Cheryl answered, loosening the robe's belt. "It looks like it's showtime, and if I don't do this right this second, Laura, I may lose my nerve."

Cheryl turned quickly and strode to the chair with a sense of purpose. The robe fell open in front, and Zoe did a double-take from behind the camera she was holding.

"You look great, Cheryl," she said. "We should think about getting some footage of you walking around just like that. I'll bet Brad would get a hard-on just seeing you like that in an opened robe."

"See what I mean?" Ethan said, stepping away from the lightstand. "We'll be pretty frank in our language, Cheryl, but it'll help keep things rolling. If we have to constantly watch our language and think up euphemisms when we say something, this will go a lot slower." He picked up his video camera. "Zoe usually says, 'hard-on,' instead of, 'erection.'"

Zoe just smiled, still fussing with her camera.

"Don't mind me," Laura chimed in. "I'm totally down with, 'hard-on.'"