She closed the call and looked at me with sad eyes. “I have to take Ash to Saturday class since Daddy has to work.”
“Are you going to miss Sally’s party?”
“No. He said I could go IF I took Ash to and from the school, AND did my chores. There goes my relaxing Saturday.”
“Welcome to adulthood, Sweetie.”
Raine rolled across her back and in doing so, swung her legs apart. The crotch of her shorts was pulled tight across her mound, and I could see the bulge of her mons clearly, but what was more clear was the well-defined spot of darker material over her leaking pussy.
I ran my fingers over my hip bone, and I could feel the moisture soaked into the sheets. It was slight, not even what I would call wet, but it was there. I rubbed my fingers under my nose, inhaling the scent of her arousal. Just then, she turned around, catching me sniffing my fingers. A devious smile formed as she leaned in.
“See you later, Grampa.” She kissed my cheek, but then looked at the tent in my sheets formed by my throbbing manhood. She looked back at me with a sultry smile etched into her face. “Have fun while I’m gone.”
After Raine left, I thought back to her video. I really had serious misgivings about it being out there. She’s too young to understand the risks she was setting herself up for. Not that I knew any better, but I had seen what can happen when recording sex gets out of hand, and I experienced first-hand what it can do to a relationship. It started the day after Shelly’s gang bang.
I had driven all over that evening trying to calm myself from Shelly’s betrayal. Perhaps I was reading too much into it. Perhaps I was being a hypocrite. I mean, I had no problem with her fucking other men or women, and I couldn’t expect her to have a problem with me fucking other women. We had both had plenty of sex outside of our marriage since we started swinging. And, until that party, I had no complaints about it. No worries, even. Hell, I was enjoying myself. So why was I so upset about Shelly’s gang bang?
I told myself that it was because we had not discussed it beforehand. It could also be jealousy that she could have so many guys at once, but I was limited to no more than two at a time, and not being able to pleasure them both at the same time. That put her count of lovers so much higher than mine, which seemed unfair somehow. I know, it sounds petty.
After a couple of drinks, I went home. Shelly was still there, and we had a long talk. We made promises to each other and we agreed that stepping back from the lifestyle would probably be a good idea. I felt good about it, especially knowing that it would mean we could get back to appreciating each other more. Perhaps I was getting old, but I realized I wanted my wife more than some strange women. It was time I showed her that.
If only we both felt that way.
After a couple of months, Bill called the house phone. I answered, recognizing his caller ID and preparing to tell him that we would not be attending whatever party he was planning. Before I could say anything, I heard Shelly answer on the extension.
“Hey, Bill.”
“Hey hot-stuff. How’s your pussy?”
“Always at a low boil, big boy. You know that.” They laughed with an easy familiarity. Like they talked all the time.
“That I do. So, look. I know you said you were stepping back from the lifestyle…”
“We are for now. We’ve talked about this, Bill. Once things get back to normal, maybe we can party like we used to. You know. Small parties.”
“I hear ya, Shel, I do. But listen. I showed the video of our last party to a friend of mine, and he loved it. He really loved you, particularly the way you get when you get going. He called it ‘bottled heat.'”
“Really? You showed me to a stranger?”
“Is it any different than fucking a stranger? Really? But that’s not all. Turns out this guy is a producer! He thinks he can make you a star.”
“What, like a movie star?”
“Well, no. Like a porn star.”
The line was quiet for several heartbeats as Shelly evidently considered what Bill was saying. “What are you saying, Bill?”
“I’m saying you could make some serious money here. You’ve heard of the Internet? My friend says that people pay big money to get porn on their computers. He says there’s more money there than in real porn movies shown in theaters. You should think about it.”
More silence. I tried to imagine what Shelly was thinking. I was more than a little surprised that she hadn’t dismissed the idea out of hand but she seemed to be giving it serious thought.
“Think about it, Shel. You know you miss the parties. You like to fuck like no one else I know. This is a career made just for you. Don’t let the opportunity pass you by.”
The bastard! How dare he pimp my wife out by calling her a slut to her face! She had to shut him down now.
“You’re right about that. I love Randy, but I do miss the parties.” Shit! Who was I married to?
I hung up the phone, no longer wishing to hear any more about it. I went to the living room and grabbed the video tapes from the lock box and took them to the car. I left before Shelly even knew I was gone. I wasn’t going to let those tapes get her started on a new career selling herself on film. I did not want to be married to a porn star.
I spent a couple of hours thinking and drinking. After I shredded the tapes and tossed them in a dumpster, I went home to find Shelly packing. It was like she didn’t even notice I had left. I knew what was coming.
“Where are you going, Shelly?”
“Look Randy,” she paused her packing after closing one of her bags. She fixed her gaze on me, her blue eyes filled with sadness. “I’ve made a decision. I hope you can support me in this, but I’m doing it either way. Bill introduced me to a friend of his who is a producer. He wants to make movies with me. They want to fly me out to California. It would be an opportunity to get paid doing something I love doing. It’ll only be for a little while, and then I’ll be back home. We can pick right up like nothing happened.”
“So, you want to be a porn star?”
Confusion drifted across her pretty face. “Uhm…how…”
“I heard on the extension when you were talking to Bill.”
“You were spying on me?”
“Not intentionally, no. I picked up at the same time you did. I just overheard what you said.”
She paused to think about it. She searched my face for a moment before shaking her head. “Whatever. Yes, I’m going to shoot porn. I’m going to make some money. I think it’ll be fun.”
“And what about me and the boys? You expect us to just wait here?” I paused for a moment to give her a chance to answer. She didn’t. She just looked at me with those condescending eyes. I felt heat rising in my neck. “What am I supposed to tell them when they want to know where you’ve gone?” My voice grew louder. “Do you want to tell them you’re going to be a porn star?”
Anger filled her eyes and her lips tightened. “Don’t throw the kids up at me. You can tell them whatever you want. It’s not like sex is illegal, you know. There’s nothing wrong with it and nothing wrong with filming it. You seemed to enjoy filming it when it was you and me and our friends. How is this different?”