American Threesome

April 2013

Contrary to most sound bites, not everyone knows right away that they've signed onto a great film. But in some weird way, I felt like the exception.

I wasn't an actor or screenwriter, and I wasn't even an assistant on the set. My boss was costume designer Michael Wilkinson -- the one who actually signed on to do the wardrobe for "American Hustle"

Yet with David O. Russell as director, the premise of con men and the FBI working together in the 1970s, and with the likes of Christian Bale, Bradley Cooper, Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence fitting into wacky 70s clothing -- well, even if the film itself tanked, there's no way the costumes and clothes would.

This was a virtual playground for Michael, and by extension myself as well. We worked to create eye popping 70's fashion -- at least eye popping by 70's fashion standards. But even if it was terrible by today's standards, it didn't matter, which gave us a lot of margin for error. Then again, there wasn't much these actors couldn't make look good in some way.

And it certainly wasn't hard to make Amy Adams and Jennifer Lawrence look eye popping, in any era. Yet Michael still put in an extra effort, as did I when I was needed.

Together, we created outfits that were sure to be iconic by this time next year. Amy had at least two dresses with some of the lowest necklines I'd ever seen, going almost down to her bellybutton. Her side boobs were only halfway exposed, however -- this was an R-rated film, but not that R-rated.

Still, the amount of skin these dresses showed, and the way they clung to the parts that didn't, would show Amy in a whole new light. Of course everyone knew her as talented, thanks to those four Oscar nominations, beautiful, thanks to that irresistible face and pretty red hair, and even sexy -- thanks to some notable moments in her last film with David. But this was another seductive level.

It even helped fill the plot hole of why Christian Bale would have her as a mistress, when the No. 1 it girl in the world right now was playing his wife.

Or at least it would until they saw Jennifer in Michael's tight, revealing white dress during her big moments.

Like I said, some movies are obviously great right away after all. At least some aspects of them are.

Michael showed his greatness designing and making the outfits, and Amy and Jennifer filled in the rest when they came in to try them out. They came in one at a time, so I didn't see them next to each other in Michael's clothing. That embarrassment of riches would be saved for the set.

For that reason and others I put together, I made my case to be sent to the set in Boston, Massachusetts. I'd watch and make sure the costumes worked perfectly, especially in the big party scenes. These were some of the most fashionable sequences in the movie, so I would report back to Michael and assure him it all looked good.

It also gave me an excuse to watch a more intimate moment set in a bathroom. Not in that way -- although many dirty minds would fill in the blanks when the movie came out. But this particular moment had Amy and Jennifer in a heated confrontation, while dressed to the 70's nines in the bathroom.

Jennifer had on the aforementioned white dress that showed off a good deal of her breasts, and the rest of her sinfully curvy body. Amy had one of those aforementioned plunging dresses -- the sparkly one -- along with unruly curly hair instead of her usual straight style. Jennifer's blond hair was still straight and long, but pinned up for this moment.

With this setup, these looks and these two actresses, there was no doubt fireworks would fly. I had read the script and this scene, yet I knew that wouldn't do it justice. And it didn't.

Especially in the one moment that wasn't in the script. The one where Jennifer planted a full on kiss on Amy before leaving the bathroom.

Well, those dirty minds would sure fill in the blanks now. Somehow, I knew they would.

I tried to ignore my....knowledge until I could leave the set. When shooting was done for the day, I got my stuff together and started to make my way out of the building. But before I got too far, I barely stopped myself from bumping into someone.

That someone being Amy, of course. Her hair was straight and flowing again, while her dress was green and her neckline was normal. "Sorry for....almost doing something to be sorry for," I babbled.

"Then apology almost accepted," Amy played along. She looked pretty chipper, although this wasn't out of the ordinary for her.

"Least I have a preview of how happy Michael will look," I responded.

"Of all days for him not to come himself, huh?" Amy said.

"You said it, not me," I preemptively defended. "When did David come out with that....last minute rewrite?"

"He didn't have to. I did it for him," Amy surprised me.

"Is that what you're gonna say to the press? Should get a good laugh," I checked.

"The funniest things are true," Amy still insisted.

"You're not conning me?" I tried to still be funny, in spite of my shock. "You do know why it's hard to believe....a man didn't come up with that."

"I sure saw why today. I mean, she's so cute," Amy joked. Not everyone could be cutesy while talking about a sexy moment like that -- although it was technically more funny than sexy. But that was just another crazy, cutesy, sexy layer on this whole thing, and on Amy in general.

"Yeah, that's the first word coming to mind," I had to quip, now able to walk down the halls with Amy. "Well, no one will forget your costumes now. Michael will be pleased about that."

"Yep. Now that his clothes will be the enemy of straight men everywhere," Amy kept joking. "Okay, I see the ego and sexism there."

"Maybe. It's kind sexist I'm surprised you came up with....that, though. So we're even," I offered.

"Yeah. I don't know, with something like this, and with David and Jennifer.....you kind of want to push the envelope, you know?" Amy reasoned. "That's been working out pretty well for me lately. And I felt it working today. Still feeling pretty pumped right now, really."

"I can see that," I commented, wondering if I shouldn't see it that much. But as Amy said, pushing the envelope from her earlier, sweet, good girl characters had been paying off. If that scene was the next step, it was hard to argue she shouldn't stick with what was working.

Of course, so many younger actresses went too far going from sweet to sexy. As someone with more experience, more talent and more of a winning personality, Amy seemed to know how to straddle the line. Both in her career and other areas.

Jennifer was younger and flasher with more....developed body parts all over, and the talent and personality to match them. Amy's beauty was the kind that slowly got under the skin, until you couldn't get your mind off it.

It would be hard with that modest but still stunning body -- even by late 30's Hollywood mother standards -- that sweet, subtly seductive face, all that luscious red hair surrounding it, and a demeanor that could probably switch from girl next door to total vixen in a split second.

Anyone that pumped over thinking up and acting out a kissing scene with Jennifer Lawrence....well, it sure backed up the vixen theory.

"You know what? We might as well take care of it now," Amy offered. "I've got the outfit for tomorrow's scene in my trailer. You see me in it now, it should save you a trip."

"You know I'm not just here to check on your outfits," I qualified.

"I know. But you'll have one less thing to worry about tomorrow. You helped make us look this....unique. Least I can do is make you bored for your trouble," Amy figured.

"I don't think that's possible here. But if you wanna try, be my guest," I agreed, as there was little point in saying no to her. With her looking that eager -- to model a dress for me in her trailer, no less -- the point was completely lost.

I brushed aside any nervous, suspicious feelings I should have felt. Amy's company should have made that harder, but it was the direct opposite somehow. Besides, no one -- especially a married mom -- could be that pumped from getting kissed by Jennifer Lawrence to do more with another guy.

Another guy who already helped make whatever she was trying on. Therefore, there was no need to feel anything. Even if Michael and the crew wouldn't be around this time.

I tried pushing that aside as I sat in Amy's trailer, waiting for her to change. "So what scene is this for, exactly?" I asked.

"You'll know it when you see it," Amy called from behind her door.

"My boss made it, so you got me there," I shot back. Those words became pretty accurate when Amy came back.

I recognized the white bra, panties, and strings and pearls attaching them together. I already knew Amy would have nothing else on with this outfit. I'd seen drawings of how she'd look with it on, and I'd even seen pictures of Amy herself in it. This....was different.

"Looks in order," I tried not to croak. When Amy spun around, I found it best not to say anything. After that, I had only one safe idea left -- kind of.

I took out my cell phone, set it up like I needed to, and prepared to take Amy's picture. I did forget one step, though. "Oh, this isn't for me!" I remembered to say. "I, um, I'm sending it to Michael. In case he sees something I missed. Not that I missed anything."

"I believe you," Amy answered. Before I wondered what exactly she believed, she smiled and put a hand on her mostly bare hip. Taking the cue, I snapped the picture of her, then went over and showed her I was just e-mailing it to Michael. Once I finished, I prepared to delete the pic, proving I had no other motive for it.

"Keep it. Call it a souvenir," Amy offered.

"I'm calling it a lot of things. That's just one more," I accepted.

"Well, thanks for proving you're on the level anyway. I knew you were, but it's nice you didn't want me to forget," Amy praised. I nodded, keeping the thought that I might be more on the level than her to myself.

"And then came the idea you should kiss me and storm out, like Jennifer did to you," I said, rolling my eyes and sounding extra sarcastic. If I turned my dirtiest thoughts into a joke, that'd probably make it easier. Besides, leaving the married part aside, she couldn't well leave the trailer in that costume.

That was my last thought at all before Amy grabbed my face and kissed me. It was hard at first, but she made it softer and seductive before breaking off.

She chuckled, like it was just a regular gag, and smiled as if it was just a regular kiss. I was more at a loss, until I blurted, "So now comes the storming out, right?"

"I can't leave in this. I can just go to my dresser. If that's what you want," Amy proposed.

"You're the star here. And the pumped up one," I reminded, ignoring how....pumped up I was getting. "I technically work for you. So what do you want me to do?"

It was unfair to put it on her, but she started most of this. Still, I was getting ready to crumble and back out, until Amy made her decision.

Once her lips glided over mine, I gave in and glided back. Once I put my hand on her bare waist, I was just about gone. When I felt those pearls that my boss designed -- which I had felt before, but just not on Amy's body -- that was the clincher.

Both my hands went on Amy as our mouths opened and got faster. I alternated between feeling her soft skin and the almost as soft costume. I merely touched the side of her panties and between her bra cups, but I didn't go further yet.

Before I could, I figured this had to be more even. I took my hands off Amy to try and get my clothes off, yet she broke and had to help me. I got my suit and shirt off and had my belt flung off as well, leaving us both with a lot of skin on display. Now I figured it was my turn to help Amy show more.

I turned her around and stood behind her, reaching for her bra strap as my face went into her hair and neck. "Trust me, I'm going to be careful with this," I assured her.

"You really should know how to do this, so I trust you," Amy said. Moments later, I rewarded that trust. Her bra cups fell off, leaving them and the strings dangling between her legs, since they were still attached to her panties. I shook off how it reminded me of a penis and moved forward.

I didn't turn Amy around, as I kissed down her back and reveled in her soft, firm shape. I soon got down to my knees and put my hands on her hips, sliding my fingers into her panties. Finally, I slowly pulled them down, making sure not to hurt the integrity of the costume.

After Amy stepped out of it, I went forward with debauching my own integrity.

I kissed up her right leg and stopped just shy of her rounded ass. That seemed like the right time to get up and spin her back around. Before I let myself take the front of her naked body in, I led her to the couch and sat her down, then got on my knees right between her legs.

Without giving either of us time to get ready, I dove my head in and started licking. If she wanted this and set this up for me, despite everything, I was gonna make it worthwhile -- at least in the moment.

I started by circling my tongue around her opening, then diving it right in and wiggling inside her. My hands followed by sliding up her waist and grabbing onto her boobs. They held on tight while my mouth and teeth worked on her pussy, right as my thumbs teased her side boobs and nipples.

Amy let out some sweet little moans, perhaps needing to be quiet. They got deeper when I teased her clit, then louder when I sucked on each of her lips. My entire face rubbed her while she lifted her legs up and rested them on my shoulders, before putting a hand into my hair.

I looked up and finally appreciated her completely bare front, chest and aroused face. As I cupped underneath her breasts, Amy looked down at me with a fire matching her red hair. There was the sweetheart turned total vixen stuff I was thinking of. "Well?" Amy dared me in that spirit.

I answered by sticking out my tongue and showing Amy how I licked her out. To follow up, I took my left hand off her chest and slid my forefinger into her, pumping away. At that point, I licked the top of her pussy and took my right hand down to lick my forefinger and thumb -- before having them go back to tug on her right nipple.

They wet and teased Amy's nipple and breast while I finger fucked her and tasted her below. Amy let out a deep breath and tightened her legs around my head, pushing my head down deeper between them. I kept up by licking her and rapidly swiping my thumb beneath her pussy, despite my finger slowing down inside her.

"Fuck me harder," Amy asked while gasping. Instead, I took my finger out of her and lapped up her open space. Meanwhile, my wet finger and thumb rubbed together, before I reached out and put them on her left breast. With her left perky flesh being coated and rubbed, I took my right hand off her right breast.

Now I would use my right thumb to rub up and down her pussy, without going in. My tongue then did the same, much to Amy's frustration and pleasure. But I did get my thumb into her for a few seconds, though I took it out and let my tongue go in next.

Eventually, I just let my thumb stroke the right side of her pussy while I ate her out harder. Amy put both hands on top of my head and grinded herself against me. Her sounds and taste consumed me -- enough so that I brushed off another suspicious sound. One that sounded like a knock.

When I started hearing it again, Amy drowned it out by asking, "You gonna make me cum for you?" in that sweet voice of hers. I did want to do that, and my rhythm was getting good enough to make it happen -- hopefully. I didn't want to stop the momentum now.

"Go on, make me cum for you," Amy said, passionately and lovingly. I couldn't ignore that combination.

My mouth, teeth and tongue devoured Amy in one more burst, as my thumb rubbed what I couldn't eat. Amy groaned and called out "Fuck" -- but then I heard another "Fuck" A different sounding fuck. One that sounded like it came after the words "What the"

Yet Amy pushed my head down harder, all but holding it so I couldn't look up. It seemed the only way out was to make her cum. And I was planning on doing that anyway.

Despite the sneaking suspicion that I had a larger audience, it didn't make me run away like it should have. I at least wanted something for my efforts first, so I licked and rubbed her all over to get it. I thought I heard "What the fuck?" again in the background, only even more shocked.

I just heard Amy say, "Watch me cum," and I chose to assume she was talking to me. Once I sucked on her clit and lips, then tugged them with my fingers, I got to see it.

Amy thrust herself up on my face as she came on it, leaving me to lick and collect it up. She moaned enough to drown out anyone else who might be there. But when she got quieter, I heard another voice say again, "The fuck...."

This time things were quiet enough for me to recognize that other voice. Recognize, but not believe who it sounded like. She couldn't have....

The minute Amy's hands left my head, I turned and realized she had.

So now Jennifer Lawrence was watching me emerge from Amy's legs, with traces of her cum on my lips. That's all I missed earlier. "The fuck?" I asked this time.

"You want a straight answer, get in line," Jennifer replied, somehow still quippy despite all this.

"I think I started the line and then some," I retorted.

"Did you get here before Amy invited me here?" Jennifer asked, pulling out her cell phone and showing such a text from Amy. Which seemed to be sent a few minutes before I ran into her. If that's what it really was.

"You actually have me there," I admitted, then turned to Amy as she took her legs off me. "Why does she have me there? Were you....planning to put on a show for her?"

"You didn't seem to object when she came in," Amy reminded me. "And she didn't either. Not once she saw what you did."

Jennifer didn't have an answer to that yet. It was pretty rare when this chatty, red hot force of nature didn't have words for something, so this was rare if nothing else. As if I didn't know that already.

"You haven't seen something like that in a while. Or been part of it, probably," Amy appeared to be saying to Jennifer. "With the Oscars and the on-off thing with Nicholas, how could you? Yet you still had enough energy to tear my ass up today. That kind of power shouldn't burn out. Not without some relief."

Amy slid down the couch, getting closer to a still stunned Jennifer. "Look, I'm just coming off the Oscars and jumping back to work too. I've done this four times in eight years, and I still need stuff like this to give me relief. And I'm older than you and I still haven't won yet! So what are you gonna do?"

"I, um....I hadn't thought ahead that far yet," Jennifer settled on answering.

"Right. As freakishly loved and level headed as you are right now, there's still some things you need to learn," Amy laid out. "Since I have the experience, and I'm technically the leading lady around here....I figured I could help you learn."

"That's what kissing her and fucking me was about?" I chimed back in, getting back on my feet.

"Well, I've only done one of those so far," Amy pointed out. "I haven't even seen what I'd be fucking yet. So before I forget...."

Amy slid back over to me, now sitting in front of my crotch. Just as I realized that, she worked fast to unzip me and pull my cock out -- still erect despite the little break and Jennifer's presence. Not that her being around was a boner shrinker.

"There we go. See, this is a good place to unwind," Amy told Jennifer, before going back to me and licking my head. As if she hadn't, she continued, "Working off the stress of a busy schedule and big movie....with a guy who had to study your body very close, before he could make costumes that fit it. The parts they covered, anyway."