1.
He brought it up over coffee one sunny Saturday morning, which may explain the box of pastries he’d surprised us with. Stella and I had both paused for a moment as we understood his suggestion, our eyes meeting cautiously over the table. She was the first to reply. “You want me to film you and Luna having sex,” she asked, her question a mix of incredulity, amusement and curiosity. “Like, make you a porno… You know you can get those online, right, for a lot less trouble?”
Finn grinned, flashing the smile that had charmed the panties off of both of us more than once. “I thought it would be sexy, having my hot girlfriend who dreams of film school shoot a sexy little vid of me and Luna. I know that Luna is a not-so-secret exhibitionist who would just love to have a camera watching her. I think that the two of you would make a surprisingly good team here,” he replied, his dark eyes moving between us as he spoke.
I swallowed, feeling curiously exposed at hearing him share even this small tidbit with Stella, his girlfriend of several years. I felt my skin begin to tingle with desire. Damn the man, he was right and he knew it. The idea was rapidly taking hold in my imagination, and I hid my face behind my coffee cup as I considered what to say. The bitter coffee was steadying, ordinary. I put the mug down and looked up to see them both watching me. “I’d be game,” I finally said softly, closing my mouth before my nerves took over and I said something silly.
Finn grinned and turned his gaze to Stella, but waiting for her reply was a formality, as we could both practically see the ideas churning in her mind already, shots and angles and lighting. She nodded. “I could be persuaded to assist,” she said, and we laughed. “You’re already planning, aren’t you” I teased. She stuck her tongue out at me and grinned. I slid the plate of pastries towards her. “Here, your brain needs energy.” She took a danish and began asking Finn questions. I smiled to watch them, my love and his love, as they chattered on about light and mood. This would be interesting.
We had lingered over those pastries. I coaxed Finn into telling us what he imagined, and we laughed at his blushing enthusiasm. Stella made notes on her phone, and I wrote a list of things to pick up at the mall on the back of an envelope. We were not filming anything, even for our own viewing pleasure, on threadbare sheets. By the time the last croissant was eaten, we’d settled on a Friday night a few weeks away, and we each had a short list of errands to run in preparation.
2.
On Friday, I worked late, but I was unhurried as I knew that Finn and Stella were busy with lights and cables and other things I didn’t understand. When I finally switched off my computer at work, I texted Finn to see how things were coming along. He replied that they would need an hour or so to finish getting set up, and they’d ordered pizza if I wanted any. Sitting nervously in the kitchen waiting with a cold pizza for company while they fussed in the bedroom didn’t appeal to me, so instead I stopped at a favourite restaurant on my way home and tried to read a novel while I ate my meal. After re-reading the same page 3 times, I put my book away and let my mind wander, imagining how it would feel to kiss Finn with Stella’s camera watching.
My phone buzzed just as I was paying, Finn letting me know that they were finished setting up and he was just jumping in the shower. I told him I’d be home in 10 and headed out the door.
When I got home, I found Stella in the kitchen, opening a bottle of wine. The house was warm, and I could hear jazz playing softly from another room. She smiled in greeting and held up a glass questioningly.
“Yes, please,” I replied, stowing my bags and coat. “How did the set up go?”
She grinned. “It took a bit of trial and error, but I think that it will work just great. It’s a lucky thing your bedroom is so big- we couldn’t do this in my apartment because I couldn’t fit a stand of lights and a bounce in the room unless I took out the bed!”
Just then, Finn stepped into the room and came over to kiss me, saving me from admitting I had no idea what a bounce was and why one was needed to make a film, even one like this.
“How was your day?” he asked, pouring himself a glass of wine and taking his usual chair at the table. I recounted some small office drama, then excused myself to take a quick shower. Finn had set out clothes for me in the bathroom saying that the bedroom was off limits for now, and I blushed as I thanked him, nervous and excited in equal measure.
I showered quickly, the sensation of the hot water pouring over me heightened by my growing anticipation. The feel of my soapy fingers on my skin was delicious, and by the time I rinsed off, I was tingling all over. Finn had left his favourite of my bras and underwear, a simple demi-bra that barely covered my nipples and a matching pair of undies, the colour of wheat, with satin trim that caught the light. They shone against my damp skin, and I admired myself in the mirror before pulling on the shirtdress he’d left and buttoning its many tiny buttons. I ran my fingers through my damp hair and went back to the kitchen.
Stella and Finn were talking softly, her hand on his as they finished their wine. They turned when I came in, smiling.
“I love that colour on you,” Stella said. “Good choice, Finn!”
Finn handed my wine back to me, and I took a seat at the table, thinking back to the Saturday when we had decided to do this. Finn sensed my thoughts and smiled at me.
“Excited?”
“I think so…” I answered, pausing. I couldn’t sort the jumble of thoughts in my head, couldn’t express them out loud. But I wanted to say that I trusted them and loved them both, and that I was excited to imagine Stella and her cameras watching us as we touched and kissed and fucked. I wanted to tell them how deliciously shy I also felt, my inner exhibitionist exhilarated and very turned on as much by my fear as my eagerness.
“Yes, I am,” I finally said, my cheeks warm.
Stella grinned and stood. “Let’s get to work,” she said, winking at me. “Finn, we’ve talked about what I’d like you to do, but I’ll go over it a bit for Luna.”
She quickly listed a few technical considerations, like the fact that I would need to be aware of cords and cables, then added, “I am not going to direct your play. I just want to document it. You should just be yourself, and enjoy Finn, and enjoy me watching you.”
I nodded, and then Finn took my hand, and we followed Stella to the bedroom.
3.
The bedroom glowed with light, and I imagined that it would look amazing on film, but right now it felt very, well, it felt like I’d be in a spotlight, which was true. Somehow I hadn’t quite realised that until this moment. Finn and Stella had moved the bed into the centre of the space, and it looked inviting, new sheets and duvet cover neatly covering it, pillows heaped at the head. They had also pulled a chair in from the living room and created a little nook in one corner, a small table beside the chair holding another bottle of wine and some glasses. The soft jazz was louder here, and on the far wall, on a row of hooks that usually held my bathrobe and a favourite hoodie, hung a brand new leather flogger, a length of satiny rope, and a silk scarf.
“Oh, wow, you two really went to town,” I said. Finn leaned down and kissed me.
“Do you like it?” I nodded, not sure I wanted to try and explain my complicated feelings about it all.
Stella was busying herself behind one of several tripods. Finn reached out and closed the door, then took my hand and led me to the chair, sitting and pulling me down onto his lap. The room was warm, and I was glad of it, my bare toes especially.
Stella walked over to stand beside us.
“Ok, you two, I’m all ready. This is going to be fun!” She leaned down and kissed Finn thoroughly, and then turned to me and brushed my cheek with her hand.
“You are glowing. Finn, this woman is as sexy as hell, you had better fuck her properly, or I’ll have to finish the job.” With that she returned to a camera and pushed a button. A red light began to blink softly.
Finn wrapped his arms around me and began to kiss me, an eager continuation of the kiss Stella had begun, soft and hungry. His hands brushed my skin, my arm, thigh, cheek. I sank into the embrace, hands on his chest, his heartbeat as familiar as my own beneath my palms. After a few moments, I realised that the chair had been placed so Stella could film even this kiss. Of course it had. I blushed a bit at the thought, wondering if the camera would notice my skin warming or my nipples beginning to harden. I had been anticipating this all week, and now that we had begun, I was more eager than I could remember being in a very long time. As was Finn, it seemed. Only a few short moments passed before his hands went to my dress, the buttons giving way to his fingers, one by one.
Kisses gave way to nibbles, as Finn shifted his attention to the sensitive skin beneath my ear, at my throat. I leaned my head back and moaned softly as his fingers undid the last button and his hands slid back up to brush my ribs, my nipples through the satin of my bra. Finn kissed my mouth again, then pulled his head back and looked at me.
“Why don’t you stand up, Luna.”
I unwound slowly from the warmth of his lap and stood, slipping the dress from my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. Stella’s lights were warm on my skin, and I stood watching Finn watch me.
“You are spectacular,” he said softly. “Turn around so the cameras can see all of you.”
I did, blushing again when I caught Stella’s eye, her gaze fixed on me as surely as Finn’s. I ran my hands down my sides, holding her gaze as I brushed the satin trim on my bra, panties.
Finn embraced me from behind, his hands echoing mine as he kissed my neck, then he found the clasp between my breasts and my bra joined my dress on the floor. He cupped my breasts, lifting them and sliding his thumbs over my nipples in the way he knew drove me mad, and I leaned back into him, desire flooding me. I was sure that he was grinning at Stella as he ran his hands over me, and the thought turned me on even more, igniting a deep ache of wanting between my thighs. He continued kissing and touching, then my damp undies joined the heap on the floor, and his fingers found the slick warmth between my legs. I moaned in earnest as he slid them briefly over my sensitive clit, then pulled them back to rest on my hips. I realised I’d had my eyes shut, and I opened them to find that Stella had moved to a different part of the room.
I turned to face Finn, and helped him out of his clothes before he could distract me further. I ran my hands over his skin, the shape of him familiar under my palms. As I slid his boxers off his hips, I knelt and took his cock in my mouth, my hands caressing his ass and thighs. He made a contented sound and pushed into my mouth gently, his fingers twining in my hair. I felt him grow even harder, but after a few moments, he pushed me back.
“Not yet, kitten,” he said kindly. “You have to earn that right,” he added, and I blushed yet again, realising what he had in mind. “Now, go and bring me the flogger,” he continued.
I did as he asked, feeling my skin flush in anticipation of the flogging to come, wondering why I had thought he wouldn’t actually use the flogger, even though it was hanging in plain sight. I had not imagined the camera’s eye on me as I submitted to rough play, and I caught my breath. I fought down the urge to flee, breathing deep to settle the butterflies.
I handed the flogger to Finn, my hands shaking just a bit. He smiled a wicked smile, a smile I knew well, and my knees felt like water.
“Kneel on the bed, on hands and knees,” he directed. “Here,” he pointed, and as understanding dawned, I nearly began to cry.
He wanted my ass facing one of Stella’s cameras, my face towards another. My breasts swung beneath me as I shakily complied, and I closed my eyes because to catch Stella’s gaze right now might make me lose my nerve.
“How many, do you think, for the right to more of my cock?” I heard him ask, and I turned to look at him, then realised that the question was for Stella, not for me. I closed my eyes again, willing myself not to shake.
Stella’s warm voice murmured something just out of hearing, and Finn said something in soft agreement. Then, I felt him put a hand on the small of my back, and I felt him tense. The flogger landed, stinging the tops of my thighs. I steadied myself, my breath sharp. He worked neatly, mid-thigh to ass, and I counted under my breath in case he asked- if I was incorrect, he sometimes began again from the start. I could feel my skin turn red, stinging, and my arms felt weak. I was stubborn, though, and would not give in with Stella’s cameras on me.
Finn paused, caressing my breasts, then pinching a nipple gently.
“How many so far, kitten?” I looked at him from under damp eyelashes, and answered, making sure not to sound cocky.
“Thirty?” He nodded.
“And how many more before I give you what you want?” I shook my head.
“I didn’t hear what Stella said,” I told him honestly.
He laughed. “Oh, that’s even better.”
He pinched my nipple again, hard enough that I squeaked. “
I guess we’ll be here a long time then,” he said. I made a distressed sound, and he laughed, caressing my stinging bottom.
“I’m teasing, love. You did well. Come here.” He patted the bed beside where he stood, and I sat, legs dangling. I wanted him so badly.
He leaned down and kissed me, long and hard, and I sensed that he was as turned on as I was, every muscle tense and ready as he ran a hand gently over my shoulder and down my side, brushing my breast and making me shiver.
“Would you like your reward now?” he breathed.
“Yes, please,” I replied, already sliding to my knees beside him. His cock was hot and hard and soft moans escaped his lips as I took it in my mouth again, my tongue teasing in ways that long experience had taught me he liked very much. I tipped my head back and drew him deeply into my mouth. He sighed with pleasure. I moved gently, feeling his excitement grow, my hands spread on his gorgeous ass.
My pussy was beyond damp, and I could feel slick wetness on my thighs, almost to my knees. I was eagerly braced for Finn’s orgasm, my own breath coming short, when he gently pulled back.
“Not yet, kitten. There’s more I want Stella to see.”
I pouted as he stepped away from me, his hands finding mine and pulling me to my feet.
“Why don’t you spread out on the bed?” he directed.
Stella, let me know if you can see all you want,” he added, kneeling beside me and adjusting my legs so I was bared, slick pussy lit by Stella’s lights. I hadn’t anticipated this, and I shuddered as conflicting feelings rose in me. Somehow, the more I felt shamed to be in the gaze of the cameras, the more turned on I became. I took a deep breath, then surrendered to the experience and shifted as Stella directed.
At a nod from Stella, Finn began to touch me, very softly. He leaned down and kissed my breasts, then ran his hands down and began teasing the eager slick folds, finding my clit and rubbing it under his thumb in a way that had me moaning almost instantly.
“Doesn’t she make the loveliest noises?” he asked Stella, his fingers finding a way to delight me even more and grinning as I responded with a wordless moan.
I blushed to be talked about this way, in front of Stella and her cameras, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted Finn to touch me, kiss me, fuck me, and I wouldn’t have cared if the room were full of onlookers.
I shuddered as Finn spread me even further, knowing the camera had a full view of my swollen clit and slick thighs. He rubbed it, fingers on each side tracing the small, hard eagerness, and I could feel his hard cock as it brushed my hip. My lips moved as I remembered holding it in my mouth, wishing it were there now.
As though he could read my mind, Finn caressed my cheek with his other hand, his thumb brushing my lips.
“Would you like me to fuck you soon?” he asked, his fingers driving me almost to climax as he looked into my eyes and dared me to answer.
I could barely form words, and as I tried, he increased his pace, knowing I couldn’t speak when I was like this. I nodded, and he laughed.
“I can’t hear you. What would you like?” I summoned all the concentration I could and almost cried the words.
“Please, fuck me, please.”
“As you wish,” he said simply, then he slipped off the bed and gently pulled me towards him. Tucking one ankle over each shoulder, he grasped my hips and pushed into me in a single stroke.
I gasped, nearly undone by the sensation. I willed myself to wait, and he continued, fucking me steadily, hungrily. I knotted the blankets in my fingers, moans of pleasure matching his small contented sounds. He was watching me as he moved, a look of tenderness on his face.
I slid one hand from the knot of blankets and cupped my breast, rubbing my nipple gently as I neared climax. I was crying out with every thrust, and I ached with eagerness, with need. My breath came short as the orgasm began deep in my belly and shuddered through me. I could feel Finn within me, and as the waves rippled through me, he pushed deeper and I felt his climax begin, felt as it joined with my own until I didn’t know where I ended and he began. I arched against him and cried out my pleasure.
He held me steady against himself until the last shudders had quieted, then slipped from me and scooted us both onto the bed. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me softly.
I had nearly forgotten Stella when she said, with laughable understatement, “That looked fun”.
Finn grinned up at her. “It was.”
He patted the bed beside us. “Join us?”
She laughed. “Maybe for a glass of that wine you’ve got waiting.”
She turned off several of the lights and a camera and came to sit in the chair. Finn pulled on his boxers and poured wine for all of us, handing me mine and climbing into the bed beside me, cuddling me close in the nest of pillows and covers.
We chatted softly in the low light, oddly comfortable despite the strange intimacy of the evening. My skin was warm and my limbs deliciously heavy. I finished my wine, and Finn took the glass. I leaned my head against him and closed my eyes, letting their conversation wash over me. I felt a kiss on my brow, hands tucking covers around my shoulders.
I smiled and slept.
4.
A few weeks later, Friday night found us gathered again. Finn had put together a lovely selection of snacks, and Stella brought the fixings for a cocktail she and Finn had enjoyed on a recent date. We sat on the sofa and chatted.
After we were all on our second drink, all the latest gossip exchanged and the snacks reduced to crumbs, Stella shyly handed Finn a DVD.
“I could have just emailed you the link, but I wanted it to be a surprise, I wanted to see you both react when you watch it.”
She looked at us and added, “I hope you like it.”
I grinned. “I’m sure I will, I certainly enjoyed my role in the production.”
Finn squeezed her knee affectionately and kissed her forehead. “It will be amazing, babe.”
He put the DVD in the player and handed the remote to Stella. She pressed play, and we watched.
She had done an amazing job. My face flushed as I watched Finn kiss me, watched my dress slide to the floor. My pussy ached as I watched myself take him into my mouth, and I felt his hand on my thigh. Stella had cut the footage from her cameras expertly, and I found myself smiling as the screen filled with Finn’s face, rapt with pleasure and concentration as he stopped me and said I’d have to earn the right to more of his cock.
This time I could hear Stella’s answer to his question. “Just enough to make her nervous,” she had said. The brat!
I swallowed hard, knowing what was next. I wanted to hide my eyes as the cameras focused on my red face and then my ass, each stroke of the flogger leaving red stripes on my skin. Stella had found an angle that was perfect and awful. My exposed ass and pussy were visible, as were my breasts, shuddering with each blow, and my face, all my emotions as plain as day. Shame, pleasure, pain, desire…
The video continued, and Finn’s fingers moved on my leg, slipping under the hem of my dress. As he spread me wide on the screen, I caught my breath. Stella had done a fantastic job, using her camera angles to highlight my increasing eagerness, my need. When Finn finally pulled me to the edge of the bed and fucked me, I sighed with remembered pleasure and reignited desire.
The film ended with a close-up of Finn kissing my mouth, my cheek, my forehead, then faded to black.
“Oh, wow, that was amazing,” I breathed as she clicked off the TV.
“That was so well done,” Finn added. “You really have a gift.”
She answered with a choked murmur of thanks, and I realised that Finn had been teasing her, his arm around her, his hand cupping her breast, her nipple hard under his circling fingers. His voice was husky and his breathing heavy. Her cheeks were flushed with desire.
I slid his hand from my thigh. “I think it’s Stella’s turn,” I said softly. “Kiss her, she deserves it.”
He did. He kissed her, and I loosened his belt, feeling his hardness growing. He kissed her, and I undid his shorts and released his cock, stroking it gently. He moaned, then invited Stella onto his lap, onto his eager cock.
I shifted to make room for her, curling my legs beneath me and leaning back in the corner of the couch, only watching now. She sighed with pleasure as she straddled him, as she sank down and began to fuck him, moving slowly at first, his hands on her hips, his mouth on hers. I watched as he undid her shirt and teased her nipples with his tongue, first one, then the other.
My fingers found my clit and rubbed almost without my realising as I sat close and watched them. Stella rocked harder now, eager. As she cried out and Finn shuddered into her, I reluctantly slid my fingers from my panties. My desire was immense, but there would be time for that later.
Stella lay across Finn’s chest, her head on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. They fit together so well. I slid over to lean on his other shoulder, and he reached one arm down to squeeze my hand.
“Thank you,” he said finally. “You are the best.” He kissed Stella’s forehead. “Both of you.”
