I caught X getting up from his seat out of the corner of my eye as I nibbled on Mr. Peanut Butter’s lips in between kisses.

Thinking some invisible line I had been worried, but never warned about existing had been crossed, I sat up and watched as he strolled over to the foot of the bed. His demeanor didn’t seem to be giving any hints that something was wrong, but clearly he had something to say.

“How do you feel about us recording this?” he asked Mr. Peanut Butter

My mind lit up. Combining the two things I’m good at, sex & capitalizing on my day to day actions? Now that was a smart idea I thought to myself as I turned my attention back to Mr. PB.

“Can I have a copy of it?” he responded looking hopeful.

“Of course you can, dude.” I responded. “You’re starring in it, it only seems fair.”

“The only way I’m doing this is if I can sell it. If you’re okay with that I can blur your face so no one who isn’t well acquainted with your dick will recognize you, but you’ll have to sign papers & let me take a picture of your ID.” I added. I wasn’t really hoping to dissuade him or kill the mood, but rather to be as open & upfront as I could about what I’d require to continue the night in the way it seemed to be headed.

If I could make a little extra cash and show off to the people who bought my porn that I’d jump ship from monogamy in a big way, I definitely would.

“That’s totally fine with me!” he said as he smiled before diving back into the loving embrace of my warm, waiting tits.

With X acting as camera man we resumed our play session and as I’m sure was expected, things started to heat up.

I kissed Mr. PB as I let him run his hands down my soft tits & belly to my slit. I felt his thick fingers probing, seeming to know exactly where to touch & when. Before long they’d fully slipped inside of me and quiet whimpers started to escape from my lips as I buried my head in Mr. PB’s neck, trying not to bite the soft, sweet smelling flesh.

From the way he genuinely seemed to love eating pussy (even if he never had to patience to make me cum from it) to how he humored me by letting me try my damnedest to fit his fat cock all the way into my mouth (which I was only ever mildly successful at unfortunately, that fucker was BIG) to the way his hands sunk into my hips when he was thrusting his thick dick into me from behind, it seemed like Mr. Peanut Butter knew exactly what he wanted, what he was doing & had no issue showing me. To this day I remember it fondly as one of the few instances of play where I feel like I was the one who got fucked instead of the one doing the fucking. Our sexual energies matched in intensity and curiosity in a way I’ve only been able to replicate a few times since. It was so easy and natural considering it went against what everyone in the room had been taught was normal and acceptable behavior, behind closed doors or not.

We played in various ways on and off for a couple hours, running through condoms & lube. Eventually with everyone’s consent, X’s very much included, condoms were ditched all together in order to get that drippy cum shot every vanilla porn is centered around. Was this the smartest road to head down? Fuck no. But if it isn’t already clear, it will be very soon this book is an admission of hedonism on my part and a constant flow of stories for the next long while that amount to one very big point: do as I say, not as I do.

After exhausting each other into a pile of mutual satisfaction & panting, I rolled off of Mr. PB and collapsed back on the ugly comforter that had been protecting the stark white sheets on the bed from our filthy activities. I laid there trying to catch my breath as I felt the cool air from the AC unit drift across my sweat & saliva covered body, letting my mind wander around everything that had led us to this point. It was clear my perspective on this whole thing was going to be as shifting as an MC Escher painting and I wondered if X felt the same. If this was the goal for the rest of our lives. A weekly dose of dicking in some strange room that had seen a thousand bursts of energy like ours before, being absorbed like all the ones that came previously into the sightless, but ever-watching beige walls of the liminal space in which hotel rooms seem to exist. Was that all X wanted out of this? Because it was quickly becoming apparent to me I would want more…

I was brought back to reality by X shifting loudly in his uncomfortable looking chair, giving me a look that served as an unspoken signal that whatever pleasure he got out of these interactions had come to an end and it was time to get moving. I threw on enough clothing to get out of the building without accidentally flashing anyone & gathered our supplies together. In between throwing stuff in my bags, I explained how 2257 & performer consent forms worked to the dazed & sleepy Mr. Peanut Butter while also letting him know that while I’d be blurring his face for the general public, he was more than welcome to an uncensored copy of the nights festivities. 

We made our way out of the dimly lit hotel room after a final goodbye to Mr. PB letting him know he had the room for the night if he wanted it. 

“Obviously just don’t destroy anything or get busted doing anything too fucked up.” I giggled as I let the door close behind me. 

We climbed into the car and headed home as my mind continued to run itself in circles with thoughts of what the future might hold & what I wanted to do to X once we got back behind closed doors.

It felt like the night had gone above and beyond at least what I had expected it to be. Thanks to X’s perverted prior planning and smooth demeanor we’d not only come away from the latest attempts of diving into slutdom having accomplished our goal, but we’d made some (hopefully) profitable porn on top of it. It was clear that the intense craving for more X seemed to have been overtaken by in the last couple of weeks was starting to infect me as well. I sat there in a blissed out daze, amazed at how much I loved X & how grateful I was he had decided to trust in our relationship enough to even test the waters with something like this. It seemed like our relationship had improved overnight and we were headed down a good path for once. I wondered how much more wonderful this whole thing could get? I couldn’t wait to find out… 

A quick shower later and I headed upstairs to our bedroom to find X staring into his phone, skipping back and forth through the video we’d just made. I climbed under the covers, curling up next to him and with that added motivation floating through both of our heads as we fucked ourselves to sleep.

The last thought I had before drifting off into unconsciousness for a few hours was “I don’t know why I’m so worried about the future. It seems like the future is already here & we’re doing just fine.”