Cassie’s Porn Set Experience

At 52 years old, Cassie never imagined performing sexually in front of a camera, but her husband did — all the time

Cassie exploded in laughter and disbelief. “You what?” She was slicing cucumbers and nearly cut her finger.

Her husband, Brendan, smiled. “You heard me. I sent those pics of you to that modeling agency and they want to see you.”

“How could you?”

“You said to go ahead and do it.”

Cassie slid the cucumbers off the plate, into the salad and handed Brendan his serving. “I was joking.”

“Were you?” Brendan led the way to the dining table.

Cassie didn’t answer. “But, at my age?”

Brendan slid out her chair, waited for her to sit and sat next to her. “Yeah, at your age.” He smiled. “Just like in those clips I showed you.”

Cassie acted embarrassed. “I can’t believe it.” She wanted to sound upset but instead she smiled. “You’re so silly.”

Brendan ate his salad. “I’ll show you the email. They thought you looked great.”

“Oh, my God.”

Brendan set his salad aside, pulled his chair close to his wife, and ran a hand along her shoulders. “I think they’ve got good taste.” He pulled her mouth to his for a kiss, enjoying the softness of her tongue and the heat of her breath.

I t took more than a week for Cassie to clear her schedule. She wanted nothing the day before the shoot or the day after visiting the modeling agency. She walked in with Brendan at her side, trying not to imagine friends and neighbors gazing at her like voyeurs. She had lived in Los Angeles for years and had never thought about the modeling agencies that specialized in porn.

Cassie had the outfits they requested like a skirt reaching mid-thigh, different styles of panties and a bathing suit. She had chosen a one-piece but Brendan insisted on a bikini. She brought both.

“You still look good in one,” he had said.

The agency owner was a woman who had earned a living as a stripper and porn performer before directing her own videos and doing web cam sessions. Pepper was her name and she quickly put Cassie at ease.

“You should be flattered that your husband thinks so highly of you,” said Pepper, motioning to a seat for Cassie.

“Or angry,” she joked.

Pepper smiled and brushed aside her long, brunette locks. “I think you’ll like it. I make sure all my girls are treated well. You’re never under any obligation to perform with an actor you don’t want to be around. There’s a market for younger guys wanting to see women as sexy as you.”

“Thank you,” Cassie’s response was sincere. Brendan was sitting by her side and patted her husband’s thigh. She slid a hand closer to his middle and discovered that he was rock hard.

“Have you been with a younger woman before, Cassie?” asked Pepper.

“No, I mean hugged tightly and — ”

“Of course,” said Pepper. “The older woman, younger woman scenario is quite popular. Let’s try it and see what happens.”

Cassie agreed.

This was a way she had once dreamed about Brendan getting off — watching her with someone else — but had always been too shy to share her fantasy. Now, she found a motivation to make it happen.

The agency visit was positive. Cassie changed into her mini-skirt and blouse and by the time she wore only a thong, she was feeling comfortable and enjoying teasing Brendan by rubbing against his cock.

Pepper enjoyed the show as well and had a photographer take professional pics for the agency website.

Now this was the day. A month passed after the agency visit and there had been a few calls from producers who were scouting models until finally, the day arrived and Cassie signed a contract to go on set.

Brendan accompanied her where the set up was simple. She’d be in the kitchen and her young neighbor would stumble in from next door and Cassie would seduce her. The two would go to the sofa and make out, finger each other and have sex.

Lights on set with men and women walking around, checking on sound, lighting and costumes gave Cassie an appreciation for porn performers.

During make-up, the younger woman appeared. Her name was Becky, a performer who was gaining traction.

Finally, when all was done and the prep work finished, the director said, “Action.”

Cassie stood in the kitchen wearing a tight dress that flattered her tits and ass. She leaned against the counter top sipping coffee when Becky walked in wearing denim short-shorts and form flattering T-shirt.

“Hi Becky, why so sad?”

The dialogue continued until Cassie brushed a lock of hair away from Becky’s eyes and the women connected visually with each other. Cassie described it as a special moment and one that genuinely felt tender when she pulled Becky close and kissed her deeply.

It was a week later when Brendan lay in bed with her, watching the tape and marveling at the performance. It looked so simple in the final form but he was proud of Cassie for undressing Becky, fondling her and kneeling in front of her to gently lick her pussy.

“So how did it feel?” asked Brendan, wearing his briefs.

“You like hearing the story, don’t you?” Cassie smiled. “She was really nice and I felt like I was really consoling her over the loss of her boyfriend.”

“Maybe that’s the advantage of being a mother.” Brendan pulled his wife close. “You kissed her so nicely.”

“She tasted wonderful,” cooed Cassie, “and she moved so well. Her tongue felt so good on my tits and in between my legs. Honestly, I loved it when she went down on me.”

The camera picked up what Brendan said had been one of the most intense girl-on-girl tongue fucking sessions he had ever seen. Becky probed, tasted and licked Cassie’s labia in loving strokes and then tongue fucked her pussy and ass when they rolled into 69.

“Did you know she was going to do that?” asked Brendan. He was stroking his cock, thinking about it.

“We left room for improvisation,” she replied quietly and seductively, nibbling on his earlobe. “I truly liked her, Babe. When my legs were spread over her face and her tongue made her way into me — she really knew what she was doing. And feeling it in my ass was a bonus.”

“There’s only one problem,” he said.

“What’s that?” asked Cassie, who wore a T-shirt but no panties.

“You’re not going to want me again. You’ll only want another woman.”

“Aw.” Cassie made a pouting face and ran a finger through his hair. “Try me.”

She spread her legs, and mounted Brendan’s cock, taking it inside her while riding him urging him to thrust and fuck. She groaned deeply, wonderfully and said through grunts and groans while his cock worked her hard. “I do want to do it again, Baby.”

“Oh, fuck,” groaned Brendan, thrusting away.

“Yeah. Your porn star wife. Women, men. Real bi-sexual hottie,” she said, kissing in his ear while he fucked her. “And if you’re good, I’ll even let you visit the set.”

Brendan closed his eyes, and fucked his wife, running his hands over her ass and enjoying the taste of her tits. His wife. Cassie. A working porn actress. In her fifties. Fuck, she was good.

After his orgasm and after she reached her climax, he looked her in the eye. “You’re going to have a really nice fan base, I can tell.”

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