My husband’s friend agreed to pay off all our debts if he filmed a porn video with me in it.

My husband’s friend agreed to pay off all our debts if he filmed a porn video with me in it. I happily agreed.

That day the sun shone straight through the windows, without mercy. My husband sat in the kitchen, smoking and staring at the floor. The debts hung over us like thick smoke.

Tom arrived. My husband’s friend. Tall, with broad shoulders like a boxer who never loses. He set a bottle of whiskey on the table and said:

“I’ll cover everything. Every single cent.”

My husband looked up.

“What do you want in return?”

Tom looked at me. Not arrogantly. Just straight.

“A porn video. With her. She agrees. I pay.”

I stood by the stove. My heart was beating fast, but not from fear. From something else. I smiled. Wide, like a girl who’d just been handed a ticket to the fair.

“Yes,” I said. “Gladly.”

My husband nodded. Once. Short. He knew: I always say exactly what I mean

We moved to the bedroom. Tom set the camera on a tripod. Small, black, with a red light. The lighting was soft just the lamp by the bed. No spotlights. Just us.

Tom pressed the button. The red eye lit up.

“Let’s start,” he said.

I took off my dress. Slowly. The fabric slid down my hips and pooled on the floor. I stood there naked, and I felt playful. My breasts rose, nipples already hard.

Tom undressed too. His body was solid. His cock was already hard thick, heavy, with a beautiful head. He didn’t rush. He stepped close, took me by the waist, and kissed me. Not greedily. Warm, friendly.

“Like it?” he asked.

“Very much,” I answered.

He dropped to his knees. His hands settled on my hips. His tongue touched my clit precisely, unhurried. One long stroke upward. I exhaled. My legs parted on their own. He worked steadily: circles, then down, then up again. I rested my hand on his head. Not pushing. Just holding on.

Three minutes later I was already shaking. My juices ran down my thigh. Tom stood up, wiped his mouth with his palm, and smiled.

“Lie down.”

Tom adjusted the camera.

I lay on my back. The pillow was soft. I looked straight into the lens and winked. Let them see: I’m enjoying this.

The head of his cock touched my entrance. Warm, slick with my wetness. He pushed in slowly two centimetres, paused. I breathed in. Then another two. Smooth. No jerks. When he was all the way inside, I felt him fill me completely. So good. So full.

He started moving. Not fast. Deep. Each thrust is complete. Almost all the way out, then all the way in. The rhythm was clear: one-two, pause, one-two. Like good jazz. We moved together. Playful.

“More,” I said.

He picked up speed. Deeper now, a little faster. The camera caught everything.

Five minutes later I was close. He felt it. I arched. I came hard, loud. My body clenched tight.

Tom didn’t stop. He kept the same rhythm. I lay there, relaxed, happy. He pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. Now faster. Slap-slap-slap. Fun. Like a game.

“Come inside me,” I said over my shoulder

He nodded. His thrusts grew shorter, harder. I felt him swell. Ten more seconds and he growled low, manly. Hot cum flooded deep inside me. A second, softer, longer wave of orgasm rolled through me.

We stayed still. The camera kept recording. I laughed.

“Turned out great,” I said.

He switched off the camera. The red eye went dark.

We sat on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. My husband walked in with the whiskey. Three glasses.

“No more debts,” Tom said.

I raised my glass.

“To good deals,” I said.

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