A few months ago I was getting the train to London from Derby. It was mid afternoon and I had business trip in Europe and needed to get an early evening flight. The train was not full and at Kettering a young smartly dressed black guy got on the train and sat across the isle from me. After a few minutes his mobile rang and he stuck up a conversation about going to see some guy and his wife. His voice was clear and although not loud, could be herd within 3 or 4 seat rows forwards, as we were at the back of the carriage. The people in the nearby seats stared to look at each other in amazement as they overheard his conversation. Some (men and women) had pieced it together and others had not. This black guy was talking about meetings with a number of couples, at their homes and in hotels. He spoke cameras, videos, running off copies and buyers of video and DVD. Not once did he mention sex or porn, leaving everyone to their imagination. After he finished receiving and making a number of calls like this, he opened his bag and pulled out papers and started reading though them. I looked across, whilst he tried to retrieve some papers that had fallen below his table. One appeared to be a standard contract format, signed by a couple with the same surname, and I saw a title “distribution rights for home movie”. I was certain this guy was into making home made porn. He noticed me looking and just said “Hi”, I was embarrassed but inquisitive. I plucked up the courage to ask him a rather dumb question by now, “ what kind of movies do you make”? “What ever people want to make, as long as it is interesting to my kind of client”, was his still ambiguous response. He continued in a lower voice, “mostly husbands and wives making out”. We were arriving at Luton Parkway, and I was heading of the train for the airport. My mind had been anguished by the desire to not let this chance pass and I scribbled my home number on a discarded paper napkin. Not want to speak for fear of others on the carriage realising what I was doing. Then I thought, its not as if I knew anyone! “Me and the wife may be interested” I spoke quietly, and left the train and the name less black guy on it. Only a few moments later I realised I was going away for 6 days. If he calls, my wife will be surprised and shocked. I had to call her first. I told her about the guy but did not tell her that he had our number. I was sure he would only ask to speak to me and wait till I returned. My business trip went without hitch and with many calls home, my wife said that I had one call from someone called “Joe” the day after I left. She told him I when I would be back and could she take a message? He had declined and said he would call back next week. Great, I would have a chance to discuss it with her before speaking to this guy called Joe. When I came home, everything was as usual, and a few days later my wife and I had a conversation about this guy on the train. I told her about my fantasy to video a steamy sex session together. I had often told her before of my fantasy to see her fucked by other men and it formed much of foreplay conversation over the past few years. The next weekend, we had the evening together without the kids. Nothing on TV so my wife said she would pick up a movie from “Blockbuster”. As we settled down for the evening, she put on the movie. Asking what its called, she responded, “you may or may not like it, it’s a love story”. “Shit, I can’t sit through a chick flick movie” I said. “Just try, it’s a new release and has some crazy action in it”. The movies started with a porn advert and I immediately recognised the heading from the contract papers on the train now a couple of weeks before. “ Wow” she got a porn movie, It looks like a good hot sexy night in tonight. My expression changed as I saw my wife in a hotel room, dressed in some of her sexiest clothes. Talking to the camera. She was telling the camera how her husband is away on business and she was horny. She said her husband had been talking dirty to her on the phone the night before ( I did often whilst I as away ) and she had to finish herself off with her “King Dong”. I now realised that she had had a full conversation with Joe, and had made this movie without me. She started to fondle her breast over her blouse, talking about how her husband (me) wanted to watch her fuck another man. She went to the phone and called room service ordering a vodka martini ( her favourite drink). Almost instantly a knock on the bedroom door. “Room service”, god that was quick, I thought. From behind the camera a black guy with a tray and drink appeared in the camera shot. As he turned, I was shocked to see Joe, the guy from the train. “Is there anything else I can get for you”? Came his line. “Yes” my wife said, “come over here” She looked at him and gripped his shirt, pulling it open, popping the buttons. “You can fuck me” she commanded. Joe spun her round to face the camera, then from behind ripped open her blouse, revealing here large breasts in her tight black silk bra. His large black hands mauling her breasts, his face buried into her neck, she was squirming with pleasure. This was clearly done to appease my fantasy. “Look” she cried out and stared almost into my eyes through camera lens, “Joes gonna fuck me, and your gonna wank off when you watch this”. Joe then spun her around to face him, pulling their bosies together, she fumbled with his pants and pulled out his cock. It was at least 8 inches and rock hard. Joe pushed her back to sit on the edge of the bed. She took his cock and teased it with her tongue, looking at the camera as if she new it would be eventually teasing me. “Come on bitch” he shouted, and held her head forcing his cock into her mouth. I was in a trance watching my wife sucking his cock. I realised she was next to me watching her performance and rubbing my cock through my pants. I took out my cock and she gripped it like a vice. Wanking it in very slow motion as she was turned on, reliving the event in front of our eyes. Joe was close to coming and he pulled away. Pushing her flat on her back on the bed, spinning her over, he finished pulling her blouse off her back. Pulling her by her hips, she was then on her knees on the bed. Her face again to the camera. The expression was a message to me. Watch him fuck me, that’s what you wanted, that’s what I gonna get! Joe tried to lift her tight skirt over her thighs, but then settles to tear at it and it parted at the seams. Her pussy pushed out though her thong panties and hold up stockings made my cock start to cream at the end. I felt the warm lips of my wife move over my shaft and hand caress my balls. Transfixed on the TV screen I watch as Joe put his fingers under her thong and with an effortless jerk, ripped it away from her body. Every action from Joe brought an exclamation of excitement and moan from my wife. The camera was moving closer to my wife pussy and Joe’s cock. He teased the edge of her wet pussy lips, then with a violent thrust and pulling her thighs with his hands he buried his 8 inches into her. She screamed, as much with pain and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, oh fuck, fuck fucking hell”, she screamed, then opening her eyes to convey a message to me. It said “look, look, I am being fucked, just what you wanted, fucked by another man, and I love it!! Joe continued to pump his weapon into my wife’s pussy and she now squealed with pleasure at every thrust. He stretched forward and grasped the back of her bra strap, again with less effort pulled it apart, and pull it away. Now on her hand and knees her tits, which are firm big, bounce backwards and forwards with the movement of her fucking sensation. My wife had gone into full rhythm on my cock. My hand went down to feel her pussy as she knelt on the sofa across me. This pussy, the same one that I am watching fucked and filled on the TV in front of me. My hand felt her wetness again and she moaned like on the movie, obviously still watching herself whilst giving me a fantastic blow job. I pushed my fingers into her hole. They would be no match for Joe’s cock stretching her into an orgasmic state. She was now convulsing in orgasm, her body shaking as I often remembered from our sex, but this was faster more violent and uncontrolled, it seamed to go on for ever. She turned and laid back on the bed. Joe knelt on the bed and lifted her black stocking clad legs vertical. My wife was laid out naked by now, her head hanging back over the edge of the bed. Joe must have finished by now, she must have had enough! We would be laid motionless if it had been me fucking her. The camera moved forward over her body. Joe putting his cock into her pussy once again. Only now a white cock appeared from the bottom of the picture. Again rock hard, slightly smaller but much fatter than Joe’s. It can only be the cameraman’s. Her head fallen back the white cock went into her mouth, the shot clearly showed her pussy and mouth being fucked together. Her body was bucking and her tits being shook forwards, backwards and side to side. She was choking on this cock, but taking a hand around it to massage it and bring the new sound of moans from the cameraman. I was close to coming in her mouth, she was still making moans of pleasure as I finger fucked her. On film, the white cock was coming into her mouth and Cum started to run out of the side of her lips. He pulled out and the last drops went over her face and eyes. She looked up at the camera. Again, she was asking me without a voice, “ look at me, used, fucked, creamed”. The camera moved down to Joe’s action. Her legs high and pulled apart he was thrusting into her pussy. His smooth black cheeks contrasting with her dark stockings, his thighs meeting her white buttocks. He held his body against her as he was exploding into her pussy she was shaking with another orgasm and screaming out, “Fuck you, Fuck you Dave, Fuck, I’m fucked, fucked, fucked, this is for me, I wanted to be fucked”. Joe pulled out of her, move over her tits, wiping his cum covered end over her. The camera stayed over her pussy, closing in the whole screen filled with her hairy pussy lips, and she was squeezing his cum out. It ran down here the crack of her buttocks. A white had came forward, fingers pushed into her crack, smearing the cum back up over her slit and hair. In the background her sighs of pleasure and contentment, mixed with laughter and teasing. “Look darling, I’m filled and covered with two other men’s cum” “You can take this DVD with you on business trips, and I will make you another for when you get home”. I had exploded into my wife’s mouth at some time. I was so engrossed in the movie I lost track of when. Joe had called her, and introduced himself and what they do, leaving a number to call back. She had thought it through and with my horny calls, she got frustrated. He had directed her to his web site and she watched some short clips of Joe and others in action. She told me it has been too much when he called back again (knowing I was away). He asked if they should meet at a hotel and discuss a scenario to film. My wife went dressed and intent to make this porn flick to tease me and to satisfy her lust.