Her New Friend’s Porn Site

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Long time reader, first time writer. This story has been in my head, so I finally thought I would let it out. Helpful feedback certainly welcome. I could also maybe use an editor, so get in touch if you like it and want to help with the next one. Thanks! – Kitty

Chapter 1
Her husband Trevor felt the crisp night air rush into the entryway as Anna opened the door and stepped inside. Her usually bouncy curls were matted in places, her eyes looked tired and her cheeks were flushed with red. Maybe it was just from the cold outside?
She clutched the front of her long coat and held it closed as she shut the door slowly, preparing herself to face her husband of 10 years. With one deep breath, she turned.
"I've got a few surprises for you," she said as she turned to look at him. He was clearly nervous, she could see it in the way he slightly furrowed his brow. But he was trying to hide his nerves and play it cool. He does that a lot and it never works. "But I'm not going to give them all away at once. You said you trust me, so I'm going to need you to do that for the next hour or so. Is that OK?"
"Of course, Annie. I love you. Did everything go OK? How do you feel?," asked Trevor, wrapping his arms around her to give her a long, firm hug.
"Oh," said Anna, letting out a breath as she allowed her body to melt into the hug from the man she loved. "It went great. Not exactly what I was expecting. But we'll get to that. Oh it does feel good to be home."
"So then you really did it," he said. She gave a slight nod, but her eyes suggested there was more to the story. "Did you have sex with someone or was it just you? Did you have fun? What was it…"
"Shhh." Anna held put her finger against his lips and pulled back a step. "I told you that you would have to trust me. I will tell you everything, but not right away. I will give you a couple hints, though…"
Anna unbuttoned the only button holding her long coat closed and let it open slightly, hanging from her shoulders. She moved her left hand down the slit of the coat, then moved it inside to feel the front of the black lace panties she bought specially for this night. She could feel that they were soaked through. She looked in Trevor's eyes, gave a little wink, then pulled the coat flap to the side to reveal that she was wearing nothing but her black lace bra and her soaking panties underneath.
"That's hint number one," she said. She then moved her right hand into her coat pocket, keeping her eyes locked on his the whole time. She grabbed something and held it in her pocket for a second, making him squirm as he tried to guess what was in there. Then she pulled out a USB thumb drive and dangled it in the air from her fingers. She held it up to her mouth and bit it, growling as she shook her head side to side. She took the drive out of her mouth and closed her hand around it. "And that's hint number two. Those are all you get for now. Go get your laptop and let's go to bed."

We should probably rewind a bit. In fact, that's pretty much what was going through Trevor's mind as he headed back into the living room to grab his trusty old laptop off the couch. Was this really happening? Did she really go through with it? And did she like it? How the hell did we get here?
Trevor and Anna met working at a big box book store fresh out of college in 2009. With degrees that were of no help for job hunters during the recession, they had both taken a retail job that would at least pay something. And hey, you could be worse places than a book store, right?
There was clearly something between them right from the start. Anna had worked in the store back in high school, so she was familiar with how the place worked and had some old friends on staff. But Trevor was new. And as he walked around with the manager getting oriented on his first day, it seemed like every time he stole a glace at Anna as she worked behind the register or walked through the stacks stocking books, she was pretending to not be looking back at him.
But it was a week later when they first had a long shift together that things blew up. It seemed that everything she told him was so wise and profound. And every joke he told landed with her. It's hard to describe what it's like when two people are just on the same wavelength, but they were. It may have been eight hours in a suburban big box book store, but it went by too fast.
They worked to get on the schedule together as much as possible, and it didn't take long before they decided to hang out after work. And though they both knew it was probably not a great idea to be anything more than friends with a co-worker, well, I mean, it's just a stupid book store, right?
Sex was just perfectly right. Everything about it felt right. They fit together like they were made to fit together, Anna would say. And the more time they spent together, the more that's all they wanted to do.
They were married just a year after they met. And neither of them has doubted the decision for even a minute. Of course the honeymoon period fades and real life comes in. They both finally got on career paths related to their college studies. They both started working longer hours. But they were always intentional about their relationship. They always made time to have sex and to talk. Honestly was the glue that made them so strong, Trevor liked to say. They would talk about anything, and they were very careful not to hide their feelings or keep secrets from each other.
Honesty and openness is great for relationships, of course, but it is also good for sex. They shared their fantasies with each other. Even the strange ones. Or the impossible and even dangerous ones. And especially the embarrassing ones. Fantasies are normal and healthy, they agreed, and sharing them gave their partner the opportunity to mix in some new spice in bed. They had tried light BDSM stuff like handcuffs and blindfolds. They had role played cop and robber, damsel and villain, naive lady and stranger. Neither of them would have considered their sex lives boring.
Then Helen struck a strong warrior pose in front of Anna. It was during a yoga class at the studio in the neighborhood, but for some reason Helen's confidence in that pose just hit Anna a funny way. It's hard to say exactly why. Helen was wearing tight blue yoga pants and a loose top. Maybe it was the top. It was so loose that you could catch glimpses of the side of her breasts when she made certain poses. Oh, good lord, why was she perving on this woman in her yoga class? But she looked down at her own tight athletic top and wondered if she would have the guts to wear a loose top like Helen's. I mean, why not? Anna was not a prude, and she wasn't ashamed of her body. It just wasn't something she would normally do. But maybe she should.
After class, she decided to talk to Helen. She seemed cool and probably lived nearby. It never hurts to make another friend. She rolled up her mat faster than usual, ignoring the imperfections in the hasty, off-kilter roll job that would normally bother her and stuffed it into her carrying bag. Then she walked over.
"Hey, I've seen you here a bunch. I'm Anna. I live around the corner. Do you live nearby?"
"Oh, hey, yeah, I'm like half a mile down the hill. But I just love this place. It's got that vibe, you know?" She smiled as she gave Anna a quick look over. "I'm Helen. I'm headed next door to get coffee, wanna join?"
Anna and Helen hit it off right away. They sat for a long time after their cups were dry just talking about, well, whatever. It was just easy. So they made plans to meet up for drinks later in the week. Then that turned into dinner at Anna and Trevor's house. Trevor liked Helen a lot, too. She was obviously more of Anna's friend, but they got along well. They cracked jokes, were able to talk about classic film and obscure music together. It was a good time, and he was happy that Anna had made a new friend she really seemed to like. As you get older, that just gets more and more rare.
"So what do you do for a living?" Trevor asked. Funny, Anna didn't really know that, either.
"I'm an entertainer and I own a media company with my husband Cal," she said.
"Oh yeah? That's awesome. Working for yourself must be so liberating. What kind of entertaining do you do?" asked Trevor, sipping from his nearly empty wine glass.
"I make adult films. Well, my husband and I make them together. It started as just something we did for fun, kind of a little kink I guess you could say, but then we got kind of popular and decided to try to make a living off of it. And we have. It's been our full time jobs for about five years now."
"No way," said Trevor. "That's awesome. Sounds like a hell of a life you have set up for yourself. Annie, you didn't tell me Helen was Internet famous." It was a joke, or it was supposed to be. Everyone laughed anyway. Trevor didn't want to make her feel judged or anything so tried to play it off like it was no big deal. But inside, his mind was racing. A porn star? Well, I shouldn't call her that unless she calls herself that, right? Did Annie know about this? What did she think? I can't wait to talk to her about this later…
"Actually, I don't think Helen and I ever talked about it," said Anna. "That's really cool though. I have to learn more. I mean, if you want to talk about it, of course."
"Ha! Yeah, this part is always a little funny. It's weird, it's like coming out or something. I love my job and I'm proud of it, but it still seems to catch people a bit off guard out here in the "real world."" Yes, she did the air quotes. "I am Queen St. Helens if you want to look me up. Just, you know, be prepared. It's not Playboy. We do some pretty real stuff. I guess my general demeanor is to give it to people straight, and that's what the site is like."
"Well, this is a new one for me," said Anna. "I mean, what's the polite thing to do when a friend tells you they have a porn site? Do you not watch it and just let it be like any other friend's day job? Or do you politely wait for dinner to end and the party to break up, then rush into the room and watch it all?" Everyone laughed.
Helen raised her wine glass, also nearly empty, and said, "So long as you keep inviting me over for homecooked meals and wine, I say watch as much or as little as you want to watch. I think it's pretty hot stuff. But I also don't expect you to watch it. Ultimately, yeah, it's just my day job." She raised her glass further to clink glasses with her friends. "To hot, sexy day jobs."
"Cheers!"
After Helen left, Anna and Trevor headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Neither said anything as they both brushed their teeth, spit in the sink, and headed into the bedroom. Trevor was took off his shirt and turned around to see Anna already in just her underwear, making big exaggerated movements towards at him and rubbing between her legs. "Ohh, yeah, baby. Ohhh yeah. Ohhhh yeah." She moaned big, exaggerated moans.
"Is that what you think porn start do?" Asked Trevor.
"Hey! I don't know. I guess I haven't really watched much porn. But wow, that's pretty damn interesting, don't you think? I'm realizing that I just don't know anything about porn. I guess I always imagined it happened in big studios in LA or something. But of course with the internet and everybody having a camera on their phone, it could happen anywhere. I guess I'm feeling naive. Or old."
"Ha! Old? Why? Because you don't know how to Internets with the cool kids anymore?" said Trevor, mocking her gently. "I think it's cool. You know all the shit we went through to get on a career path. I think it's cool whenever people find a way around that, especially if they are doing something they like to do. I mean, imagine if we could just quit our jobs and fuck each other for a living instead." Trevor made a quick, dramatic move to Anna, pinning her to the bed. He then reeled his head back, and then in a big motion kissed her like a cheesy movie kiss.
"Hon, is that how you think people kiss in pornos?" Anna shot back at Trevor. They laughed. Then they kissed like they usually do. Loving, gentle, sweet kisses, savoring the feeling of each other's lips.
Their sex definitely heated up after that dinner with Helen. It wasn't immediate, but they started to work in a little light porno role playing. One night, Anna might pretend to be a director, telling Trevor what to do so they could "get the shot." Other days, Trevor would take the director's seat. Then one day just as Anna prepared to go down on him, Trevor reached over to the night stand, grabbed his phone and started taping.
Their first sex tapes weren't very good. It was constantly out of focus for one. And often the hot action was in shadow and nearly impossible to see. Or it was cropped out the shot entirely because they couldn't prop the phone at the right angle. And in the heat of the moment, the phone would inevitably get dropped on the bed as they gave themselves to each other. So the videos might not have been great, but the sex sure was.
One night, after replaying their latest failure, Anna suggested they needed to learn a little more technique.
"Why don't we watch some of Helen's videos to see how it's done," she said. Trevor felt his heart jump as blood rushed back into his dick.
"Yes. OK, I'll grab my laptop," he said. It had been two weeks since dinner with Helen, but both Trevor and Anna had been thinking about Helen's day job constantly. Something about the idea of sharing your sex life with the world was just so hot. And scary. But maybe that's why it was so hot?
Trevor returned to bed, opened his laptop and searched for "Queen St. Helens." They both laid on their fronts looking at the screen, then he clicked the first result.
And there she was. Queen St. Helens herself, wearing only small red panties and no top, though the site title covered her breasts. And she held her finger to her lips, pulling slightly on the lower lip as she looked directly into the camera. Both Trevor and Anna were holding their breaths. Anna reached up and to the trackpad and scrolled. Yes, they were 18 or older, she clicked. And they were in.
"Queen St Helens fucks her fans," the first title said. Anna clicked it, but it took her to the page to join the site. Trevor grabbed his wallet and they paid the $25 for a monthly membership. Once they paid, they landed on a page with video thumbnails showing Helen with different men.
"Oh, wow, so it's not just Helen and Cal," said Anna. "See? I am so out of touch and naive. I didn't think I was a prude, but this is just … I don't know. Kind of blowing my mind."
She clicked the first video, featuring some guy named Clint. It starts with Helen on the couch reading a book when the doorbell rings. She looks into the camera and says, "That must be my date, honey." Then the camera follows her as she opens the door to let the man inside. They exchange a few pleasantries, and the guy is clearly trying not to make eye contact with the camera or its operator, who Trevor and Anna assumed to be Cal. Helen doesn't waste time getting to it. She lifts off her t-shirt to reveal that she is not wearing a bra. Then she walks over the guy, unzips his pants and starts giving him a blowjob.
Trevor felt the bed moving slightly and looked over to see Anna touching herself.
After the blowjob, Helen gets up, pulls her panties down, then grabs the guy by his dick and leads him to the couch. She lies down and plays with herself while he takes off the rest of his clothes and then kneels down to eat her out. After a few minutes of that, she opens a condom wrapper, rolls it onto his dick and says, "Fuck me."
At this point, Anna was really going at it. She had already had sex once with Trevor, so his cum was making for great lube as she fingered herself. Trevor felt his already hard cock get even harder as she rubbed his cum on her clit and up and down her vulva. He moved his hand over to help her and started rubbing her. He then kissed her breasts, then kissed her mouth. Anna grabbed Trevor and pulled him on top of her. He slid easily inside her very wet pussy and they fucked hard and fast while listening and stealing glances at their new friend fucking some random guy on their laptop. Trevor slowed down because he was close and didn't want the feeling to end. Anna took the break to look at the screen. Helen was riding Clint on the couch while talking to Cal behind the camera, saying things like, "A stranger is fucking your wife, how do you like it?" and "Oh yeah, baby, I love his cock inside me."
Anna looked up at Trevor and said, "Do you think I could ever get up the guts to do that?"
Trevor couldn't answer. When the words hit his ears, it pushed him over the edge. He collapsed on top of his wife as he came hard inside her for the second time that evening.
"Oh yes, Trev, oh yes. Oh I love when you cum in me baby. Oh I love fucking you so much." She squeezed him as he gave out his last push before going limp. After a minute, he rolled off her onto his back, then looked at her. She was beautiful, and he loved her. And he knew in that moment that for some reason he couldn't explain, if she was into it, he would love to watch her fuck a random guy on the Internet.
"You really think you could do it?" He asked.
Chapter 2
Anna was nearing the end of her post-yoga cup of coffee with Helen when she finally got up the nerve to ask.
"So, uh, how does someone get started in making a porno?" Anna asked.
"Well, well, I had a feeling you might be asking me that," said Helen, giving a wink.
"What do you mean?"
"I just mean that I felt something about your spirit. That you were open to fun new things. And that you and Trevor seem to have such an open and honest relationship. I don't know, I guess I've been doing this long enough to know when I've met someone who might be curious," said Helen. Anna smiled and felt a little warm as she idly stirred her lukewarm coffee.
"Trevor and I watched one of your videos the other night. And wow, we got so hot afterwards. Well, actually during," she blushed, feeling oddly bashful telling her friend about her sex life.
"Oh, good. I mean, I hope this doesn't sound creepy, but I saw Trevor became a member. I was really hoping it was the two of you and not just him. I mean, he's cool and all. But I guess some part of me hoped that you would watch it, too." Blood rushed to Anna's face, and she looked down at her coffee mug in an attempt to hide her blushing cheeks.
"There no one way to start," Helen continued. "Some people start by making shaky cell phone sex tapes and posting them anonymously on video sites. Others, of course, go to big name studios and, if they have the look, sign contracts and become a pro in the studio system. But that's mostly in big cities like L.A. Cal and I sort of made our own path, I guess you could say."
"I hope you don't mind me asking, but I was surprised to see that you have sex with other men. How did that start?" asked Anna.
"Ha! Well, I don't know. At first it was just Cal and me, but once you've put your body and your sex out into the public for the world to see, I guess you lose some of those inhibitions surrounding things like sex with other people. Or talking dirty. We started doing live streams where people would have all kinds of requests they would like to see us fulfill. And that was a lot of fun because even when it was something I wasn't actually into, I found that I was into the idea that I was getting somebody off out there in a special way just for them. That's sort of where the "fuck a fan" thing came from . We were doing these requests for fans, so the next logical step was to actually fuck a fan. It was a little scary at first, I'll admit, but isn't fear part of the thrill?" She brought her mug to her mouth and took a long, sexy sip before they both started laughing. "Anyway, that was a long time ago. At this point, I feel comfortable doing just about anything on camera. I mean, it's sex. It's really fun. I get to do things that others only dream about."

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