My Film Career. Part 14
The morning after the shoot was ordinary. Seryozha acted as if nothing had happened, not mentioning yesterday. His calmness convinced me: he hadn't seen me giving Viktor Sergeyevich a blowjob.
After breakfast, Seryozha left for work, and I stayed home. I didn't have a shoot today, so I could afford to rest a bit and sort out my thoughts.
Alone, I sank into memories. Scenes from yesterday's shoot flashed before my eyes: me, naked, carrying out humiliating commands, running after a rubber toy, "dying" on command, putting all my intimate parts on display. But the moment that surfaced most vividly was
when I was on my knees before Viktor Sergeyevich, his cock in my mouth.I remembered how, from the corner of my eye, I noticed that Natasha got a call during the blowjob. Now I understood – it was Seryozha. My phone was left in the dressing room, and I was using Natasha's. So, she went to meet him during that scene. But when did they return? Before or after? It seemed to me that no more than five minutes had passed – too little time to go down and come back. This convinced me that Seryozha hadn't seen anything.
Then, I remembered yesterday's blowjob to Viktor Sergeyevich again. Despite the age difference, thoughts of his cock aroused me. I caught myself wanting to feel its hardness, its taste again. Memories of him touching my pussy when I was lying there, putting it on display, made me involuntarily reach for myself. I began to caress my already wet slit. My fingers slid over my swollen labia, sometimes moving to my clit. I closed my eyes, imagining Viktor Sergeyevich's cock back in my mouth. My breathing quickened, and my body began to tremble from the growing arousal.
The phone ringing interrupted my masturbation.
"Good morning, Natasha," I answered, trying to steady the tremor in my voice.
"Hey, girlfriend! What are you up to?"
"Just resting," I lied. I couldn't admit she'd caught me masturbating.
"How was last night?"
"Good. Seryozha and I came home and had a nice chat. He was impressed by the shoot, but it all seemed positive."
"So, he liked how you sucked that old man's dick during the shoot?" Natasha's voice held a smirk.
I went cold.
"What? No! Seryozha didn't see that!"
"Why are you so sure?" Her question made me think.
"Because Seryozha didn't say anything to me and acted perfectly calm yesterday. If he had seen something like that, he would have definitely made a scene at home, or worse," I replied.
Suddenly, I realized I might have been wrong about what Seryozha saw. Arousal mixed with anxiety, and I felt my body starting to react again to memories of the shoot and thoughts of Seryozha's possible reaction.
"So, you're saying your husband acted normally yesterday, and that's why you're sure he didn't see anything?" Natasha asked.
Her voice on the phone sounded doubtful.
"Yes, he acted normally. So, I'm absolutely sure he didn't see anything," I replied, trying to sound convincing, though doubts were already sprouting inside me.
"Katya, do you know what that means?" Natasha continued, and I felt a chill run down my spine.
"Well, what does it mean?" I asked, nervously gripping the phone.
"It means we succeeded, and your Seryozha passed the first stage," Natasha answered with clear satisfaction in her voice.
"What stage? I don't understand anything," I muttered, confused, feeling my heart beat faster.
"The first stage of accepting what you do," Natasha explained.
I took a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts.
"Natasha, I really don't understand what you're trying to say. Of course, Seryozha saw me naked at the shoot yesterday, but he already knew I had a full nudity scene. But if you mean the blowjob, he definitely didn't see that. Otherwise, he would have told me, or most likely made a scene."
Natasha's hints were starting to seriously stress me out, and I wanted to understand what she meant. Her words sounded ambiguous and were becoming more confusing by the minute. Anxiety was growing inside me.
"Katya, I don't know why you think he didn't see you sucking that elderly gentleman. Even I could clearly see what you were doing under the table, though I was delayed closing the door. And your Seryozha went straight onto the set without waiting for me," Natasha said with a light sneer.
Her words made me flush, and my heart beat faster. Could Seryozha have seen everything? But why didn't he say anything? Why did he act so calmly? It just couldn't be. Surely Natasha was mistaken. I tried to find an explanation, but doubts were already gnawing at my consciousness.
"Natasha, that can't be. Are you sure? Maybe he just didn't notice or confused me with Anzhela?" I asked again, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.
"Katya, don't talk nonsense," Natasha cut me off. "Your Sergei could only have missed you sucking if he were blind or very stupid. When I approached him, he was intently watching your scene. We could clearly see your bare ass sticking out from under the table and your head between that Viktor's legs. Seryozha was so absorbed by the sight that he didn't even notice when I came up behind him."
She continued, not giving me a chance to recover:
"He couldn't have confused you with Anzhela because we saw her face next to yours. She even turned around once when she was caressing your pussy from behind. And when you crawled out from under the table and Viktor Sergeyevich stood up, tucking his protruding cock into his pants, everything became completely clear."
I listened to her, not believing my ears. Could Seryozha have seen everything? I felt terribly ashamed before him for deceiving him, and simultaneously very scared. "What if he leaves me?" flashed a panicked thought.
"Natasha, tell me, could you see the cock in my mouth?" I asked in a trembling voice, grasping at my last hope. "If not, maybe Seryozha thought it was just an imitation, or I could convince him of that?"
"Katya, are you completely stupid?" Natasha sighed. "I'm telling you again, it looked like you were really sucking cock. Maybe the cock itself in your mouth wasn't visible, but your head was rhythmically moving up and down, and then he got up from the table with his cock sticking out, covered in your saliva. Do you think that looked like an imitation? If so, it's a very good imitation. But I'm telling you, your Sergei understood everything. He understood that you sucked that actor's cock."
The realization of what had happened left me in a daze. Feelings of guilt, resentment, shame, and fear washed over me simultaneously. "What do I do now, what do I say to Seryozha, how do I live on?" swirled in my head.
"Katya, why are you silent, are you there?" Natasha's voice snapped me out of my stupor.
"Yes, I'm just trying to process your words," I mumbled. "Natasha, I feel so guilty towards Seryozha, what should I do now? How do I beg for forgiveness? And most importantly – he didn't say anything to me. Imagine if I start apologizing to him, and he doesn't even know what for."
"Katya, you shouldn't apologize for anything," Natasha said firmly. "If he didn't say anything, that's even better. It means everything is fine, and we can continue with the plan."
I froze, trying to make sense of her words. What plan? And why shouldn't I apologize for cheating on my husband right in front of his eyes?
"What's good about that? What should I do now? What's your plan?" I asked in a breaking voice, feeling panic rising inside.
"Alright, Katya, calm down and listen to me carefully," Natasha said firmly. "If Sergei didn't say anything, it means he accepted that you gave a blowjob in the scene. But the job isn't done yet; one blowjob scene doesn't mean anything. He might be confused or doesn't know how to react. But if we leave things as they are, then maybe, when he sees your previous film in the future – how you openly suck cock in that scene and then how Valera fucks you – it could end very badly for you. So, we need to continue following the plan to make sure Sergei fully accepts what you do. Katya, do you understand?"
I couldn't really think straight at that moment, but what Natasha was saying sounded reasonable. Though I still didn't understand what her plan entailed.
"Yes, I understand, but what's your plan?" I asked, trying to gather my thoughts.
"In broad terms, my plan is to get your husband used to the idea that you can calmly give blowjobs on set, and there's nothing scary about it," Natasha explained. "But we need to make sure he's truly accepted it and agreed. For that, you'll talk to Seryozha tonight and tell him that in the next scene, Anzhela will be giving a blowjob again, and you'll be next to her, like in the previous scene. Plus, you'll hint to Seryozha that the director wants you to sometimes grab the cock with your hand and pretend to jerk it off. But the most important thing – tell him you want Seryozha to come pick you up from the shoot again. Let's see how he reacts. For some reason, I think he'll pretend he didn't see anything again, though he'll immediately understand that you'll not only be jerking off but also sucking, like last time."
"Oh my God, Natasha, I can't imagine talking to him, knowing he already saw everything. Especially hinting that I'll be giving another man a blowjob again," I replied in a trembling voice, feeling everything inside me clench from fear and shame.
"Katya, listen, if you don't do this, you're risking him uncovering your deception," Natasha insisted. "You're very lucky your husband kept quiet about what he saw. But we still don't know exactly why. Maybe he's ready to turn a blind eye to yesterday's shoot, or maybe he enjoyed watching, I don't know. But if he finds out you've been deceiving him for a long time, he might snap. And he will definitely find out when he watches your film. At that point, he'll be one hundred percent sure that both the blowjob and the sex in the film were real, not imitation. It's up to you, of course, but I'd advise you not to risk it and make sure Seryozha has truly accepted what you do."
I was silent, trying to digest everything Natasha had said. The thought of openly discussing my erotic scenes with Seryozha horrified me, but the thought of Seryozha finding out about my deception scared me even more. "If I don't take control of the situation now, the consequences could be catastrophic," I thought, feeling anxiety growing inside.
Natasha was absolutely right about the last part. After what happened, Seryozha would never believe I was simulating sex or a blowjob in the film. When he sees my movie, I'll have big problems.
"Okay, I'll try. But what then? What's your plan?" I asked, feeling my heart pounding with excitement.
She continued: "I'll arrange things so he sees a bit more this time, and then we'll see how he reacts. He won't have any complaints because it's stupid to complain if you already know your wife will be sucking on set. He needs to witness scenes with you several times and see you sucking, and maybe not just that. In the end, either he'll bring up the topic himself, or he'll continue to stay silent. Either way, you won't need to worry anymore; after three or four times, it will mean he's accepted everything and won't confront you."
Natasha's plan was simply awful. I was supposed to give another man a blowjob right in front of Seryozha and then act as if nothing happened. But on the other hand, what other options did I have? What she proposed sounded logical. After all, I really wanted Seryozha to forgive my lies and infidelities, and Natasha's plan sounded like a chance.
"Okay. I'll do as you say," I replied, feeling everything inside me clench at the prospect.
I was on pins and needles all day, waiting for the evening conversation with Seryozha. I thought about what I would say to him, simultaneously not understanding how I could look him in the eye. I replayed our evening conversation in my head over and over to somehow prepare.
In the evening, I cooked a nice dinner and waited for Seryozha. He came home around six and, as usual, kissed me in the hallway. I immediately felt very guilty and wanted to start apologizing, but I somehow held back. We had dinner; Seryozha acted normally, telling me about his day. I, however, felt uneasy and tried to calm down and get ready for the conversation. I couldn't bring myself to talk about the shoot, but Seryozha's question saved me.
"So, when's your next shoot?" Seryozha suddenly asked, pulling me from my thoughts.
This was my chance. I needed to use it to steer the conversation in the right direction, I thought. My heart beat faster, and my palms were slightly sweaty from nerves.
"On Monday. The director told me yesterday," I replied, trying to sound calm. "Do you want me to tell you what the scene will be about?" I added with a slight smile, though inside everything was clenched with tension.
I wanted our conversation to look completely natural, so Seryozha wouldn't suspect I was deliberately bringing up this topic.
"Yes, of course I do!" Seryozha perked up, his eyes lighting up with interest.
It took me some time to gather courage for the next phrase. My heart was pounding, and my mouth was dry.
"The next scene will also be with Anzhela and that actor Viktor, who plays Lord Gelmut. In this scene, we'll be..."
Here I realized I had completely forgotten the script. I only remembered that Natasha asked me to mention the blowjob, but I couldn't recall any other details. So, I had to improvise.
"Well, Anzhela and I will be, like last time, naked in the roles of puppies. We'll carry out some commands, and at the end..."
I hesitated again, feeling my cheeks flush.
"At the end, Anzhela is supposed to give Lord Gelmut a blowjob, and I'll be sitting next to her," I blurted out, trying not to look away from Seryozha.
"Hmm. Pretty much like the previous scene," Seryozha grunted.
At that moment, I noticed Seryozha frown. His reaction made me even more nervous.
"Yes, similar, but there will be something else," I continued, feeling my voice tremble. "In this scene, the director wants me to sometimes grab... the organ, well, the actor's cock with my hand."
When I said that, I realized I was very nervous and barely holding back from breaking down and confessing everything. I waited for Seryozha's reaction, but he sat there thoughtful and silent. Then, following Natasha's instruction, I decided to invite him to the shoot again and quickly end this conversation.
"By the way, I'd really like it if you came to pick me up from the shoot again, like last time," I said quickly, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Seryozha was still silent, then looked at me and said:
"I don't know, I don't think it's a good idea. I don't want to distract you from the shoot, and