Chapter 1: Introduction
Hi I’m Aimee. And this is a collection of stories about how I’m a pornstar for my husband. Enjoy.
It all started three years after we got married. We were on our anniversary vacation, I was twenty two and he was thirty seven. We went to Hawaii and stayed in this amazing luxury hotel. After dinner one night, we went dancing at this pop up outside club on the beach. I was wearing this sexy bikini and because my husband doesn’t like dancing he let me dance alone while he watched of course. And let’s just say when I dance, it’s very sexy. I don’t hold back. I felt a bunch of eyes on me as I danced and I have to admit I loved the attention. Afterwards, we went back to our hotel room, I was feeling really good. I asked Markus what he thought of my dancing.
"I thought it was very provocative. I loved it," Markus said laying back on the bed.
"And here I thought you'd be jealous," I said as I slowly took off my bikini, standing before him in absolutely nothing.
"No, I trust you. And I have to admit, I kinda got off on watching you dance like that with other men,” he said, propping up on his elbows as his eyes scanned and savored the sight of my naked body.
A shudder of excitement jolted inside me from his confession; I hadn’t realized how much he enjoyed that aspect. At that moment, my mind faded into the sea of lustful thoughts. I bit my lip while trying to contain my arousal, but then my curiosity got the best of me.
“So, can I ask you something?” I said, sitting beside him on the bed.
He propped himself up on his elbows.
‘Of course, you can ask me anything.’ Markus replied, tenderly stroking my cheek as he gazed into my eyes.
‘Why haven’t we ever invited someone else into our bed?’ I said, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled softly and brushed a strand of blonde hair away from my face. ‘Does that thought excite you, Aimee?’
‘It does,’ I admitted.
“It would be hot, but I don’t want to just have threesomes with you,” He said as his hands found my thighs. Intrigued, I leaned into his touch. “Then what are you thinking?”
“I want to record you with other people,” Markus said, gently pressing his thumb into my skin. I could see the lust burning in his gaze.
A shiver ran down my spine, “Like, for our own personal record?”
He shook his head, letting out a low laugh, his teeth scraping across his bottom lip. “Yes, I want you to be my little pornstar.”
The idea was thrilling, risky, and I couldn’t believe Markus was suggesting this.
I didn’t consider myself an exhibitionist, but I always loved the rush of being watched. We exchanged our deepest desires and fantasies dating back to our early courtship.
Among those shared secrets, we realized we both harbored a desire to explore our sexuality through immersive voyeurism and exhibitionism. It all made sense but before we dove straight into the deep end of the kink pool, we had to set some ground rules.
“I think my first video should be with you,” I said and handed him my smartphone, and he prepared himself to record as he undid his pants.
His erection sprung free and my mouth watered at the sight. I looked directly at the phone as I slowly lowered my mouth onto him. I flicked my tongue over the head and slowly sucked him, taking in his full length. My hands moved up and down his shaft, and I listened as his breathing became ragged. I had always loved giving him pleasure, but doing so while being recorded added a new dimension to the experience. I felt more daring and more passionate.
As I continued to pleasure him, Markus’s excitement grew.
I could tell he was getting close to climaxing, I love how he gets right before he orgasms. I looked up at him just long enough to see a bead of perspiration trickle down his forehead. His hands gripped the sheets, and I heard him whisper my name. I knew he was close, and I couldn’t wait to taste him.
Markus gripped my hair as he came hard, his body shuddering with release. I swallowed eagerly, loving the taste of him. I took my time as I pulled away, using my tongue to savor every last drop.
I licked my lips and looked up at the phone as it recorded me. His chest rose and fell as he caught his breath, his eyes glazed over with a mixture of pleasure and disbelief.
"Wow," he muttered.
I couldn't help but smile at his reaction. I had never seen him quite so blown away before, and it was exhilarating.
"How did I look through the phone camera,” I ask still looking into the camera. I was curious and slightly nervous to hear his response. He placed the phone on the bedside table and leaned in close to me. His gaze locked with mine, quiet intensity.
“My love, you were absolutely mesmerizing. I had no idea you could be so bold,” Markus said, whispering against my lips before a lingering, sensual kiss.
As we lay in bed that night, our bodies entwined together, we discussed our fantasies further. How we both wanted to explore our boundaries more than ever before. Then we made a list of who I’d fuck and the different actions he’d like to see me perform.