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Disclaimers

If you find any errors, please remember that I am striving to include something for everyone, and some people are always looking for mistakes.

This is a story. It is not a story about what you would do in this situation, or even what you think should be done. There would be no point in writing a story where everyone’s reaction is the same. This overlooks the individuality of the characters and what they, as created by the author, would do. That may not align with what you would do. Please try to keep that in mind when reading.

Very little sex, and what there is includes only persons over 18.

Word Count: 12,712

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X-RATED

It was only going to be for 6 months.

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Paul stared at the video in disbelief.

His wife, Deanna, had gone to visit their daughter in California, where she was a performer in the film industry. The adult film industry, that is. They’d found out about that quite by accident. They had been known to enjoy an adult film now and again, and one could imagine their surprise to find their 20-year old daughter, Melissa (now 22), starring in one of the films they had downloaded.

That was 2 years ago and as far as they knew she was still at it. She had started by stripping in clubs and the owner of the club, who was a woman as well (which surprised them both) had encouraged her to start performing in XXX-rated films. Apparently, she tried it and liked it, and while the money isn’t what it used to be, thanks to cheap cameras and the internet, she apparently makes a pretty good living with all her outlets: stripping, movies, live internet shows, and her website.

They still spoke with her regularly. She knew they knew what she did for a living, and there seemed to be an unspoken agreement not to discuss her career choice. Now, Deanna had flown out to California from their home in Texas to visit. Paul was not invited, as Deanna felt that it would make Melissa uncomfortable, and she had hoped to have a genuinely honest conversation with their daughter about her lifestyle.

Deanna had been gone for several days and was even now on her flight back. When the chime went off, Paul had assumed that the text was from his wife, but it had been from Melissa. And with Deanna in the air it couldn’t have been her, anyway. The text said simply:

‘Check your email.’

So, Paul had done so. It sat in his inbox, an email from his daughter with the simple message: ‘Thought you’d want to see what mom did while she was visiting.’ Expecting some video of them and the sights they saw, he innocently clicked on the first attachment and his life immediately changed.

The video he was sent had clearly been shot on a cell phone. Melissa’s, he presumed. But the phone video was of a clearly larger-scale film production. There were stage lights and cameras set up to film the action. At the center of that action was his wife and a young, well-hung stud fucking up a storm. As it often goes in porn, they changed positions regularly and made sure their bodies were positioned for the optimum camera angle.

During the filming they stopped and reset the scene a few times. Paul had seen this a few times in movies they’d watched. They use the same set and the same cast of characters, and then use the shots to splice together the best film. Paul didn’t really feel the need to watch anymore of this so he clicked on the second attachment. It was more of the same but with a different partner. Paul closed that one down after just a few seconds.

Paul’s mind was running wild. He wondered if this had been a spur-of-the-moment thing or if it had been the plan all along. Had she gone out to California with the intention of cheating on him? Did Melissa know about it? If so, why had she thrown her mother under the bus by sending the video?

Paul assumed he’d have to ask Melissa about her motives and what she knew, but wanted to confront his wife first. He was happy now that she had driven herself to the airport and would also be driving herself back. Her flight had left late at night and she hadn’t wanted to interrupt his sleep, and since her car would be at the airport she would just drive home, too. Paul now wondered if there was more to it than that.

Paul was sitting in his chair when Deanna finally walked through the door. He could certainly see the appeal she had for the movie makers. At 43 she still looked quite a bit younger, thanks to a rigid beauty regimen. She was still in great shape, thanks to the 5-mile runs they did together 3-4 nights per week., with other nights filled with some weight work or maybe an online spin class.

She was 5’4″ tall with a fit, shapely body and C-cup breasts. She certainly fit the mold for a MILF, but she was his MILF. Or he thought she was. Shit, maybe this was just the most recent time she’d cheated on him. Damn it.

He didn’t even move as she came through the door with her bags. She looked at him as he sat there, clearly expecting some help with her bags, or at least a greeting and a kiss. But he just sat there, watching her. Finally, she got all the bags inside and the front door closed, and set her purse down on the counter.

“Thanks for the help,” she spat with obvious sarcasm and a harsh look, but when he continued to maintain his silence and stare at her it occurred to her something was wrong so she backed away from the attitude.

After several seconds of silence, he finally spoke.

“Open the laptop.”

It sat on the counter right next to her. Paul had placed it there knowing that’s where his wife would end up. That was always where she put her purse when she got home from anywhere, and had been true to form.

“What? Why?”

“Just open it, please.”

With a look of exasperation at this being the first thing her husband had said to her after several days away, she flipped open the top of the laptop. There was no security or password so the screen went right to the last thing that had been shown on the screen. It was at the beginning and the initial image was unclear.

“Okay, it’s open.”

“Press play on the video player and watch it.”

Deanna hoped this was some sort of romantic surprise. Maybe he had recorded himself telling her he had booked a cruise or some other vacation. His demeanor right now certainly didn’t fit that but maybe it was a distraction of some kind. ‘What else could it be,’ she asked herself as she moved the cursor over the ‘Play’ button and clicked.

It took a few seconds for the video to clearly show its contents, and the first image showed her getting fucked hard by porn star Mack Truck. He was in his 20’s and was well-hung, bigger than Deanna had ever been with. It had taken some time during the warm-up session to get used to it, but by the time they turned on the cameras she could take him comfortably. For a few seconds she relived the pleasure she had felt in that moment, in that entire couple of days if she was completely honest, and a small smile came to her face.

“Enjoying it.”

The voice of her husband broke her from her reverie. She certainly had never intended for her husband to see her in action, and was mortified that he had. She hadn’t expected this so had no specific plan.

“Where did you get this?” she finally asked.

“Your daughter sent it to me. Would you care to explain yourself?”

“Sure. Um, okay, well, my flight got in kind of late,” Deanna started, trying to formulate some answer as she talked. “Melissa picked me up at the airport and we went back to her apartment. She had two roommates, which we already knew, but she had never told us they were in the industry with her. They tend to be night owls, and as we walked into the apartment her roommates were going at it on the couch.”

“Going at it?”

“Having sex. With each other. They’re both women and the blonde one, her name is Shelby, was going down on the brunette. Her name is Lorena. Those are their real names but they have stage names, too.”

“How is this relevant?”

“Paul, from that moment and for the entire time I was there I was on edge. Sexually, I mean. The girls apologized and disappeared into Lorena’s bedroom. They didn’t have a couch that would work for sleeping but her roommates had agreed to room together while I was there, so I got Shelby’s room. I was tired so I just went to climb into bed, but the girls were still at it and making plenty of noise. I…well, I got myself off and they finally finished, so I was finally able to get some sleep.”

“Deanna, I don’t give a crap about any of that! Tell me about this video!” Paul growled, pissed off that she seemed to be enjoying this stroll down memory lane.

“Right, of course, I’m sorry. On my second full day Melissa wanted to take me to visit the studio where she works. When we got there a scene was being filmed and we just walked right in. I was right there, literally just off camera watching this incredibly beautiful woman having intense sex with two men. And they did it without a second thought about some stranger being there.”

“How nice for them, Deanna. Stay focused, please.”

“Of course. So, Melissa introduces me to the people that are the producers for the studio and then she takes me around. We went out for lunch and I mentioned how little she was eating. She tells me she gets sick if she eats too much before she performs. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right. She had to shoot a scene right after lunch, and she did it right in front of me. I actually watched our daughter have sex live in front of the cameras.”

There was a gleam in her eye that Paul found disconcerting. They had both expressed their concern about Melissa getting into that lifestyle. They’d had long conversations about it. They were disappointed, certainly, but it was more about concern for the long-term well-being of their daughter. Perhaps they were being hypocritical in enjoying the results of the lifestyle while decrying the lifestyle itself, but they couldn’t worry about them all. Now here was his wife with a look that spoke of her lust and, dare he say, envy.

“She looked beautiful, Paul. I know you don’t want to see your daughter that way but she was beautiful and sexy. Even the men in the studio, who see that stuff every day, even they were looking at her like she was the sexiest woman they had ever seen.

“When she finished we went into the ladies dressing rooms. She cleaned up and we talked about what I had seen. Paul, as much as we’ve enjoyed watching porn on TV it’s completely different live. It’s so much more arousing, just like when I walked in on Melissa’s roommates.”

“Jesus, Deanna, just get to the point!”

“I am, Paul, I promise. The point is I was completely turned on at that point. When we walked out of the dressing room one of the producers asked to speak with me for a minute. He said they were always looking for new talent and wondered if I’d be interested in doing a test. I asked what that meant and he told me there were two parts. An interview that was followed by some test pictures, and then a couple of actual scenes. That video you have was the first one.”

“Melissa sent me both of them.”

That did concern Deanna. She had been much more comfortable during the second shoot and had been much more active. In the first scene her partner did most of the work but in the second one she had really let herself go and taken control for much of it. She would have preferred her husband not have seen that one.

“I won’t tell you I didn’t enjoy it. Granted, there’s some acting involved, but I definitely enjoyed it.”

“I’m sure you did, Deanna, but the question remains about why you did it. You’re a married woman and you cheated on your husband. And worse, you don’t seem to regret it one bit.”

She finally turned away from the laptop and toward her husband. She could barely look him in the eye.

“They’ve offered me a contract.”

“Who? What kind of contract?”

“A performer’s contract. They want me to star in a bunch of those MILF videos.”

“And?”

“And, I told them I’d do it.”

“Wait…so, you’re divorcing me and moving to California to become a porn star?”

“Oh, Paul, no. I’m only going for 6 months. Melissa and her friends said I could stay with them. But divorcing you? No, Paul, never that. I love you.”

“And you expect me to just wait here alone for 6 months while you do this?”

“It’s only 6 months, Paul. People do it all the time. You’ll be okay. You can hang out with the guys, live like a bachelor for a while. Think of it as a vacation.”

Paul was dumbfounded. Did she think his only problem with this was being on his own for 6 months?

“It doesn’t matter if its 6 months or 6 days, Deanna. You’re planning to spend 6 months cheating on me and seem to think I’ll be okay with it.”

“This isn’t cheating, Paul. It’s art. It’s movie-making. When you see some celebrity kissing another celebrity in a regular Hollywood movie you don’t see it as cheating; you see it as acting. This is the same thing.”

“You don’t seriously believe that, do you?”

“It’s true, Paul. Plenty of those people are married. They go to work and have sex and then home to their spouses and put it out of their mind.”

“I really don’t care what other people do, Deanna. I care what my wife does. And I’m not okay with this.”

“It’ll be fine, Paul, really. I’ll be back in 6 months and everything will be fine.”

“So that’s it. You’ve decided to do it. No discussion about it, whether it’s a good idea or anything. When are you leaving?”

“In a couple of days.”

“Why did you even bother coming home?”

“I needed to pack some things since I’ll be gone so long. I need to let the library know I’ll be gone for a while. I’ll be driving back out there because I’ll need my car while I’m there so I needed to get that as well.”

Paul just looked at her as she went down this list. His wife had left just a few days ago but he sure as hell didn’t know who this woman in front of him was. He also noticed that ‘seeing her husband’ was not on the list. His mind suddenly realized there were things he needed to do as well. He abruptly turned and headed for the door.

“Got some errands to run. I’ll be back.”

“Paul…” Deanna tried to call him back but he was already gone.

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Deanna started to head for the utility closet to get her luggage and start packing, then realized she had a phone call she needed to make first. The phone was answered on the second ring.

“Hey mom, how was your trip?”

“Well, the landing at the airport was fine, but the landing at home was rather bumpy. Why did you send those videos to your father?”

“Because you needed me to, mom.”

“What on earth does that mean?”

“You need this, mom. You’ve spent the last 10 years being bored out of your mind, or at least the 8 years I was there. You need an adventure, something that isn’t the same things you and dad do all the time. Christ, you volunteer at a school library, mom. How completely soccer-mom-boring is that?”

“I admit I’ve been yearning for a little excitement but…”

“And that’s exactly what this is, mom. What’s 6 months in the grand scheme of your life. If you live to be 70 it’s not even 1% of your entire life. Enjoy it now while you can.”

“But I really didn’t want your father to see that. This will be hard enough with him just knowing what’s going on.”

“But he had to see it, mom. Otherwise you would have backed out. You’d have gotten home, looked into his loving and trusting eyes, and backed out. I know you haven’t actually signed the contract yet. Dad seeing you in action forced a confrontation and made it so you really had no choice. Have you told him you’re doing it, yet?”

“Yes. He wasn’t happy. We argued about it and he just left a few minutes ago, said he had some things to do.”

“Tell me that wasn’t some of the best sex you’ve ever had.”

“Of course it was, Melissa, but those people are professionals.”

“Don’t forget young and well-hung. I saw you struggle at first. That tells me you haven’t had one that big before; certainly not from dad.”

“Melissa! Don’t you talk about your father that way. He has never failed to satisfy me and he’s been a good and loyal husband. I won’t have you talk badly about him.”

“I’m sorry mom. I was just trying to make a point about the opportunity you have here.”

“It’s going to hurt your father.”

“He can handle it, mom. He’s certainly not going to leave you. He loves you too much. He’ll get angry, he’ll probably pout. Hell, he’s probably off at some bar pouting right now. But when the 6 months are up he’ll be waiting in that house eager for you to come home. It may be rocky for a while but it’ll work out.”

“I hope you’re right. I’ve pretty much committed myself at this point.”

“It’ll be fine, mom. I can’t wait for you to get here.”

“I am looking forward to spending the time with you, sweetheart. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ll bet you’re looking forward to the sex you’re going to get, too.”

“I did enjoy myself, I can’t deny that. That part was fun, too.”

They signed off the phone call. Deanna was feeling better about her decision. She was still sad about having to hurt Paul but she agreed with Melissa that he loved her enough to let her have this adventure and be waiting for her when she got home.

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Deanna had packed most of the things she intended to bring with her by the time Paul got back. It had been some time and she figured Melissa was right. He’d gone off to a bar to pout, to drown his sorrows in a glass of booze. She was delighted when the door opened. Her husband had returned safely!

“Deanna, can you come out here for a moment?”

Deanna put down the jeans she was packing and walked into the living room to find her husband pulling her wallet out of her purse.

“I need your credit cards. The joint ones, that is.”

Wary of questioning what was going on, she simply opened her wallet and pulled out the 5 credit cards they held jointly. She had 2 in her name alone, as did Paul. Just in case. As she handed them to him, he handed her an envelope.

“What’s this?” she asked.

“A cashier’s check for exactly half of the balance of our checking and savings accounts, minus half of the mortgage payment for the next 6 months. I opened a new account with my half. I couldn’t close our old account because you weren’t there so I left $100.00 in it. That’s the minimum balance so they don’t charge a monthly fee.”

“I don’t understand, Paul.”

“I’m not going to subsidize your whoring, Deanna. Your living expenses will come out of your half of our money. I suggest you open an account soon rather than carrying that check around.”

Deanna started to argue about the ridiculousness of this. After all, they’d just have to put it all back together in 6 months. But she realized this was his way of coping with what was happening so she said nothing.

“Oh, and I’ll be sleeping in the guest room until you leave.”

Now that she was not going to accept.

“Paul, we should really use these couple of days to bond, to reconnect. I was hoping we could make love at least a couple of times before I go.”

“I have no interest in sex with you, Deanna. Not only do I not know what you might have brought back with you, but I doubt my performance would compare favorably to the guys in the videos, and anyone else you may have done while you were there.”

“First of all,” Deanna said with no shortage of irritation, “no one is more careful and diligent about STD testing than the adult film industry. Secondly, there was no one but the ones you saw on the videos. And finally, what I did with them was just performing, acting like I already told you. You and I make love and it’s entirely different.”

“Well, that’s not how I see it. I’m sleeping in the guest room and it’s not up for discussion. You can finish your packing while I move a few things. I’m done talking about this.”

Deanna watched as Paul entered their bedroom and began moving his clothing into the closet in the guest room. She tried to think of something to say but couldn’t, so she kept silent and continued packing.

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Deanna took care of some of the business that needed addressing, including notifying the school library that she would be unavailable. They were disappointed but told her to just let them know when she was ready again.

She had planned to spend 2-3 days at home before driving back out to California. She had expected to spend most of that time bonding with her husband, maybe some cuddling and lovemaking to tide them both over until she got back. But Paul was barely speaking to her and only when necessary, so she decided to just leave early. After all, the sooner she left the sooner she would get back.

Her car was loaded with everything she thought she would need. She had just returned from California 1-1/2 days ago and now she was getting ready to leave again. She was up early, wanting to get on the road early. She knew the drive would take a few days. She was surprised Paul was not in bed when she woke, and even more so when she found him waiting for her in the kitchen. He poured her a cup of coffee and gave her a moment to take a sip.

“You don’t have to do this, Dee. We can get some counseling, together for sure and for yourself if you want. Or whatever we think. But we can’t do it if you’re in California. Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry, Paul. I want to go, and the truth is I think I need to go, too. I need this for me and I’m asking you to please understand.”

With that, Paul went to the kitchen sink and poured out the rest of his coffee, rinsing the cup and putting it straight into the dishwasher. He grabbed his keys from the counter and walked to the front door to leave for work. Deanna followed, calling his name, not wanting to leave it like this.

“Paul!”

Paul stopped and turned back to his wife, the sadness evident in his eyes.

“Drive safely, Deanna.”

He walked outside and closed the door.

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The drive itself was uneventful. Deanna timed her arrival at Melissa’s apartment for the afternoon. The girls were all home and came out to help her unload her things. She got settled quickly and then went over to the studio/office to sign her contract. Again, the sooner she signed, the sooner it ended, and the sooner she could go home. It’s not that she was in a hurry to get it over with; she wouldn’t have agreed otherwise. It was 6 months no matter what, so if that 6 months ends a day earlier then that’s a day sooner to get back to her husband and rebuild her marriage.

The 6 months went quickly and smoothly. Since they were paying her by the scene, Deanna made a point of performing in as many as she could stand, taking brief breaks for a few days here and there. That way it was more money plus she was maximizing the use of the time away from her husband. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

When they asked her to a scene with two men, she agreed immediately.

When they asked her to do a scene with a man and a woman, she hesitated briefly before accepting. She had no problem sucking the other woman’s tits, but Deanna’s reticence in licking her pussy was evident. Melissa, who had done several lesbian scenes and had to learn to like it herself, encouraged her mom to just go for it. Eventually, she grew to not just manage to do it but to enjoy it.

So much so that by month 3, Deanna was doing straight lesbian scenes. They even got her to perform in a lesbian GILF scene that had her in a three-way with a younger woman Melissa’s age and a woman who was a year older than her own mother.

If she was going to do this, she was going to do it right.

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For Deanna, the 6 months ended too early. She had been having so much fun; not just the half-year of amazing sex she’d had, with more partners and in more ways than she’d ever had, but for the time she got to spend with her daughter. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed Melissa when she moved out and this time with her was invaluable to her.

But she had made a promise to her husband and she still loved him very much, so she was also looking forward to getting back to her life with Paul. So, she loaded up her car and began the drive back home to Texas.

When she pulled into the driveway, the first thing she noticed was the new Audi. Paul had always been more of a domestic guy, preferring to buy American. Plus, he hadn’t mentioned anything about wanting to get something new, but perhaps this was one of the ways he had treated himself while she was gone. She certainly couldn’t begrudge him the purchase and it wasn’t like they couldn’t afford it.

She decided to unload later. The closer she got to home the more eager to see her husband she had found herself. She had decided not to come visit during the 6 months. She felt the pain that would be caused by her again leaving to resume her porn career would be cruel.

Deanna tried her key. It slid in but wouldn’t turn. She kept struggling with it, certain it was somehow something she was doing wrong, when the door suddenly opened with the safety chain firmly in place. She was surprised to see a very attractive blonde woman open the door. She wore yoga pants and an oversized tee shirt, and was probably in her early thirties.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked.

Deanna was surprised to see a woman opening the door. Her mind was trying to make sense of it. Did Paul have a woman over? Had he been dating while she was gone? She was lost in her own head and didn’t answer, so the woman spoke again.

“Excuse me, miss? Can I help you?”

Deanna looked up at the blonde’s pretty, blue eyes and came back to reality.

“I…my key doesn’t work,” Deanna said, numbly.

“Is there some reason it would?” the woman questioned.

“I live here. Or I thought I did. I did 6 months ago for sure. Is…Paul…here?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know who that is. I live here with my husband and 2 kids.”

“When did you buy it?”

“We didn’t. We’re renting it for a year while they build our house in a new subdivision a few miles away.”

“May I ask how long you’ve lived here?”

“About 4 months.”

“Did the owner say where he was moving to?”

“We never met the owner. Just a property management company. I don’t even know the owner’s name. Would you like to come in? You seem a little bit in shock. Maybe sit down, have a glass of water?”

Deanna gratefully accepted the offer and stepped through the door that used to belong to her. Well, she guessed it still did but it wasn’t her home anymore.

“Honey, was there someone at the door?” came a bellow from somewhere in the house.

“It’s the lady that used to live here,” the pretty blonde shouted back, then said to Deanna. “My husband, Terry.”

“The rumors true?” came another shout.

“I had more class than to ask, Terry,” the woman shouted again. “Now hush.” Then to Deanna again. “I’m sorry. That’s why I don’t take him in public much,” she said with a smile on her face.

Deanna tried to smile. “Rumors?”

“It was neighborhood gossip when we first moved in. I don’t really get involved in that, especially since I was new, but I heard it nonetheless.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask but what were the rumors?”

“Let’s go get that glass of water. I’m Sabrina, by the way.”

“Deanna. Deanna Fields.”

They made their way into the kitchen and sat at a small table there, after Sabrina had gotten them each a glass of water from the dispenser mounted in the refrigerator. It was odd to Deanna to see her house with different furniture. She realized she was relieved that Paul hadn’t rented it out furnished, and wondered what had happened to her furniture.

“So, the rumors?” Deanna asked again.

“What I heard was that you and your husband had split up, and you had moved out because your husband was still living here for a while. The exact reason changed depending on who you spoke to. You were cheating and left to be with the new guy. He was cheating and kicked you out. A couple people were even saying you had left him to pursue a career in Hollywood. It’s certainly none of my business so don’t feel like you have to tell me, but that last one makes the most sense since you’re back and expected him to be here.”

Deanna tried to explain without giving any specific details.

“I had an opportunity, I guess you would say, in Hollywood so I moved there for 6 months to pursue it. My daughter lives there as well so it was an opportunity to spend some time with her, too. Paul wasn’t supportive of my decision but I went anyway. We spoke and texted a couple of times a week while I was gone and he never said anything about moving.”

“I don’t know what else to say except I’m sorry. What will you do now?”

“I guess I’ll have to figure that out. Money won’t be an issue so I guess I’ll just get a hotel room for tonight and start tomorrow. You don’t, by any chance, have the information for the property management company handy, do you?”

“As a matter of fact, I do. I pay the rent directly to them and they gave me several business cards. Probably hoped I’d send some business their way.”

Sabrina grabbed a card out of their home office and handled it to Deanna. ‘Heckman and Associates, Professional Property Management Services’ it read across the top.

“Thank you, both for the card and your kindness,” Deanna said, and hugged Sabrina back when one was offered.

“Good luck,” said Sabrina as she closed the door to Deanna’s retreating back.

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Deanna tried contacting the property management company but had no luck, other than being informed that her furniture was in storage and getting the pertinent information. They had only a phone number and email address for Paul, and she already had those. The odd thing was that Paul never failed to answer her while she was gone. They spoke on the phone occasionally and he always answered her texts.

However, looking back, he never called or texted her first; it was only in response to hers. And none of the conversations or messages were loving or affectionate. She had assumed that Paul was just dealing with her being gone, and what she was doing, so she didn’t push it. Now, well, now…

She pressed the speed dial for Paul’s phone.

“Hello Deanna.”

“Hi Paul. Where are you?”

“Where are you, Deanna?”

“Right now, I’m sitting in my car. I was just in our house, which apparently isn’t our house anymore. At least not to live in.”

“Ah, yes, Terry and Sabrina. Eric tells me they’re lovely people.”

“Eric?”

“Eric Heckman. He’s my…our property manager.”

“Oh, right. Sabrina gave me his card. I didn’t catch his first name. You never answered my question, Paul. Where are you?”

“If I wanted you to know that, Deanna, I would have told you already.”

“But Paul…”

“But nothing, Deanna. You made your choice and these are the consequences. I’ll be in touch…eventually.”

The call ended and Deanna tossed the phone into her passenger seat. Her share of the money that Paul had given her before she left, combined with the money she made in California, left her okay financially. She decided to just check into a hotel for tonight, and tomorrow the search for her husband would begin.

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Locating Paul had been far more difficult than expected.

Her understanding was that everyone left a trail. Well, except those people that lived ‘off the grid’ in caves, paying cash for everything and maybe having an anonymous cell phone account. But people had jobs, people bought houses or rented apartments, people led their lives and there was a way to find them. Paul, well, Paul hadn’t.

She hired a private investigator to find him. The name ‘Paul Fields’ wasn’t exactly common but it wasn’t rare either, so there were several goose chases that took up valuable time. The only trail that led nowhere was a mailbox in one of those strip mall mail places in Nashville. Since it led nowhere it was the only lead that couldn’t be eliminated.

Deanna staked out that store for a couple of weeks. She parked just outside and could see the box through the window. No one ever came to the box.

She took note of the employees, and there was one that looked more…approachable than the others. She wore a low-cut blouse on a day she knew he would be working alone, if his past schedule was any indication. For $50 he was willing to tell her that the box she was interested had a permanent forward order attached; that is, all the mail was gathered each week and shipped to a different address. But no, for $50 he couldn’t tell her where, not even what state.

“What would give you enough incentive to tell me where that mail gets forwarded?” Deanna asked, though she suspected she knew the answer by the way the young man spoke to her chest rather than her face.

That negotiation led to her picking up Dennis, for that was his name, after work that day and driving them to a secluded spot in a nearby park. They didn’t get out of the car, didn’t need to. Deanna removed her top, and wasn’t wearing a bra. She gave young Dennis 10 minutes to look at and fondle her breasts, and actually enjoyed the pleasure he derived from it. She then made quick work of the hand job she had promised him. Her recent venture to California had finely-honed this particular skill, and he was so turned on by the breast play that she doubted it would have taken long anyway.

With those things completed, he handed her a piece of paper with the forwarding information on it. Of course, doing more than that would have been easy as well, again considering her recent experience. But that was what he asked for and that was what he got. She even played a little hard-to-get, pretending he was asking a lot so that he would feel like he had played hardball. It was kind of cute.

But the information did not turn out to be the goldmine she had hoped. It was another mail location mailbox, this time in Durham, North Carolina. And so, she drove to Durham.

Getting the new information was both easier and harder. Again, she staked out the box but there was no activity. There were no young males on staff at this location, but there was an older guy, nearing 60, that seemed lonely and who Deanna thought would be the best target.

He began by quoting something about confidentiality, and made to escort her out of the store. Once outside, where it turned out there were no cameras, he let Deanna know that he might be willing to provide the information in exchange for certain considerations. She was dressed provocatively, as she had been in Nashville, and assumed he would make a similar request as Dennis.

But rather than a boob squeeze and a hand job, this guy, named Lyle, wanted more than that. He was willing to give her a choice of what she would do, from a list of 2 options: blow job or fuck.

Now, Deanna had no real issue with doing either, at least doing the act itself. But she had concerns about his hygiene so didn’t relish putting her face down there. She agreed to let him fuck her, but insisted it be doggy-style (so she didn’t have to see his face) and that he use a condom. He happily agreed to both conditions, and he even paid for the Motel 6 room they rented. She refused to go to his apartment and he wanted to be comfortable.

With that unpleasant task out of the way, he also handed over a piece of paper. This carried a street address and Deanna had finally struck pay dirt. He had even provided the Texas driver’s license that had been used as photo identification when the box was rented. There was her Paul.

[::::::::::}

Deanna saw Paul’s Cadillac parked near the townhouse address she had been given. It had taken nearly 5 months but she finally had him. She did wonder why her PI hadn’t found this address but would think about that later. She had found her husband and it was time for action.

She approached the door with purpose. It was a nice set of townhomes, a collection of luxury cars filling the parking lot. She rapped on the door and, without waiting to see Paul’s face yelled out as soon as the door started to open.

“Surprise! Oh…”

Deanna had a small speech prepared but it caught in her throat at the sight of the lovely brunette woman that opened the door. She wore a plain, sleeveless t-shirt and some cut-off denim shorts. Her breasts were large, quite a bit larger than Deanna’s, and the sway told Deanna there was not a bra in evidence.

“Can I help you?” the woman asked.

“I…um…I’m looking for Paul Fields,” Deanna answered, aware of the striking similarity between this encounter and the one back in Texas with Sabrina.

“You’ve got the right place, though he isn’t here right now. And you are?”

“I’m, um, Deanna. I’m…”

“Oh, the wife. Come on in.”

Deanna stepped hesitantly over the threshold and into the well-appointed living room of the townhouse that was now apparently where Paul lived, and apparently with this younger, incredibly sexy woman.

“I’m Christina. And if it makes you feel any better, I was completely surprised.”

This made Deanna laugh, and despite the awkwardness of the situation found herself almost completely at ease.

“And, what is your relationship to Paul?”

“It seems weird saying this to you, you being his wife and all, but I’m his girlfriend. Would you like something to drink?”

They ended up with glasses of iced tea and settled on the couch. After a brief awkward silence, Deanna made the first foray into conversation.

“What do you do, Christina?”

“I, uh, teach.”

“How wonderful! I’ve always admired teachers. What level do you teach? Elementary?”

“Actually, I’m a professor of engineering at the university,” Christina answered, almost shyly. And then, in response to the look of obvious surprise on Deanna’s face. “I know, mind of a genius, body of a stripper. I’ve heard it before.”

Christina had learned long ago to downplay her intelligence, a lesson imparted by her dear departed, but rather behind the times, mother. Since meeting Paul, he had been encouraging her to stand up for herself and be proud of what she had accomplished, but it was a work in progress.

“No, no, you just caught me by surprise. A professor of engineering? That’s impressive.”

“Thank you, but I really don’t mind. I partly put myself through engineering school while working at a strip club…oops, I mean dance hall,” Christina laughed. “What about you? I mean, I know what you did for those 6 months, but how about since then.”

“I was volunteering at the school library before I left but I just couldn’t go back to that. I’ve spent the last few months looking for Paul. I really don’t know what I’m going to do now.”

Christina just nodded as there wasn’t much to say to that.

“I’m going to call Paul, see how long he’s going to be.”

Deanna observed Christina as she called her husband, hearing only one side of the conversation.

“Hey baby. How much longer you think?”

“Okay. Stop and grab 3 of the cheeseburger specials from Red Barn Burgers on your way home.”

“Because we have a guest.”

“If I told you it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

“Why, that’s blackmail!”

“Fine, but it would have been more fun if you’d waited until you got home. Your wife has stopped by for a visit.”

“Yes, Deanna, unless you have another wife you haven’t told me about.”

“No, I haven’t. That would be awkward and weird.”

“I will not. Your wife is right in front of me.”

“No, I won’t say it.”

“No, no, no.”

“I told you no. Now hurry up. We’re hungry.”

“What did he want you to say?” Deanna asked as Christina disconnected the call.

“He always tries to get me to do phone sex with him. Normally I don’t mind, I really like it in fact, but not with you here.”

“And what would have been awkward and weird.”

“He asked if I’d tried to seduce you yet,” Christina responded with a laugh, while Deanna became thoughtful.

“Do you…I mean, are you into that?”

“Into what? Women?”

Deanna nodded in response.

“Oh yeah. I’ve known I was bi since I was a teenager. I’ve been with women lots of times. Sometimes it’s just what I need.”

“And Paul doesn’t mind?”

“No, he doesn’t. You seem surprised.”

“Well, considering what happened. I mean, he left me for being with someone else and here he is in a relationship with a woman that he’s sharing. I guess I am surprised.”

“It might seem the same,” explain Christina, “but really the situations are pretty different. Paul and I had the same conversation. First, there’s no other men. Paul is my one and only and it’ll stay that way. You had already had sex with other men when he found out what was going on, then went to do it again.”

“Okay, that’s true, but still…”

“And it’s also about the expectations. Paul married you with the understanding that it would just be the two of you. Sure, things evolve, but that needs to be a joint decision. With us, he came into the relationship knowing I was bi and that I would be with women sometimes.”

“Does he ever, you know, join in?”

“Sometimes, but don’t tell him I told you.”

“How’d y’all meet?”

“We met at a club. We were both just looking for a good time that night, if you know what I mean. I brought him home with me here and he never really left.”

“So, this is your place?”

“Yep. Why?”

“That explains why my PI couldn’t find Paul’s address.”

“Were you ever with a woman? Maybe during your porn career?”

“I graduated to threesomes and lesbian scenes within just a couple of months. At first, I did my best to fake it because I didn’t think that I’d, you know, like it; the taste. But I grew to enjoy it before too long. I learned to appreciate the differences and the beauty of a woman’s body.”

A wicked smile crossed Christina’s face.

“Say, if you’re game, I’ve got an idea…”

[::::::::::}

It was just under an hour after the phone call from Christina that Paul returned to the townhouse, 3 of the Red Barn Burgers specials in bags in his hands. Red Barn made the best burgers Paul had ever had, and he was glad that Christina shared a similar opinion. They ate there at least a couple of times a month. He walked in the front door to find his wife and his girlfriend relaxing on the couch as if they were the best of friends.

“Hey baby,” greeted Christina, and Paul smiled.

“Who wants to explain why I received a text earlier with the two of you flashing your bare breasts?” Paul asked, the smile growing wider.

Christina got up from the couch and walked toward Paul.

“Are you complaining?”

“Certainly not,” Paul responded as he thought back briefly to the moment the text arrived on his phone.

He hadn’t looked at it immediately. At that moment he’d been paying for a few things at Home Depot for some minor repairs needed at the townhouse. He hopped into his car and only then took the time to open the message. His eyes widened just a bit as he took in the image. Christina, braless as usual when she was around the house, had pulled her shirt up over her large breasts, her nipples hard as a rock. Deanna had unbuttoned her blouse and had lifted her bra up over her breasts as well.

Christina’s breasts were noticeably larger than Deanna’s, but that size caused a bit of droop that Deanna’s didn’t have, even though Deanna was older. But Deanna’s boobs had always been firm and stayed high on her chest, and he imagined that was part of the appeal to the porn people. He had immediately saved the picture to his phone.

“It’s not like you’ve never seen them before,” Christina taunted as she gave her man a long, deep, make-your-toes-tingle kiss. She took the bags and the drink carrier from his hands and moved to the table to set up. Deanna stood expectantly.

“Hi Dee, it’s good to see you, Paul said as he walked over to greet his wife, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

“Is it?” she responded, with some doubt in her voice. “Is it really good to see me?”

“Actually, yes. And you look great.”

“Thank you, Paul. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. You certainly made it hard to find you with the mailbox thing.”

“I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t trying to hide from you exactly, though I was pretty upset at the time and setting that up was actually kind of therapeutic. I had intended to cancel it but never got around to it.”

Christina called them to the table and they sat down to eat. Like Paul and Christina, Deanna raved about the burgers. They were cooked over an open flame on a grill and were piled high with fresh vegetables. And they served your choice of fries or onion rings, and Paul got them all onion rings.

The conversation was minimal as they ate; mostly about the food itself and a conversation between Deanna and Christina about being a university professor. Nothing was specifically mentioned but it was apparently decided to wait until after they ate to have ‘the serious discussion’.

When they finished eating, Christina gave Paul a soft, loving kiss (during which he copped a feel of her large, unfettered breasts) and excused herself to the upstairs bedroom. Paul and Deanna took up residence in the dining room.

Deanna started.

“Paul, I really wanted to apologize for how I did this. I hope you don’t think this was because of any dissatisfaction with you.”

“How can I think otherwise, Deanna?”

“At the risk of sounding like a cliché, it wasn’t you, it was me. Paul, when I was a little girl I had dreams of what I would become, and being a mom and housewife was never one of those dreams.”

“What’s wrong with being a wife and mother?”

“Nothing. Let me clear about this, Paul. I love being your wife and I loved raising Melissa. But when she graduated and moved into her new life, I took stock of my life and wasn’t satisfied. I wasn’t unhappy, just dissatisfied. But the problem was that I didn’t know what I wanted, what would help me to become satisfied.”

“I guess you figured it out.”

“Paul, I promise that when I originally went out to visit Melissa that I had no intention of doing what I did. But it was all so exciting, so different from anything else I had ever done in my life. When they offered to do the test I practically jumped at the chance. I was as surprised as anyone.

“I didn’t know Melissa had recorded those scenes on her phone, though I knew she was there. We talked about what I had done and I know I was feeling very excited by the whole thing. But it wasn’t about cheating on you, though I realize now that’s what it really was. It was about doing something so exciting and completely out of character for me.

“I don’t know how much you watched but even as excited as I was, that first video I was still very nervous and reserved. But in the second one I really let myself go and took charge more.”

“I only saw the first few seconds of the second one once I saw what it was,” Paul explained. “I watched quite a bit more of the first one, mostly because I was so shocked, probably because it was so out of character for you. Though I was more focused on the betrayal I was seeing than an analysis of your performance.”

“Of course. I was just trying to explain how this all came about. After I got cleaned up, the producers offered me a contract. They said I was hot, sexy, and would really appeal to their audience, and they offered me the contract. I was so flattered but I told them I’d have to think about it. They said the offer was open and to just let them know.”

“I guess we know what you decided.”

“I was so excited by the offer and wanted to do it, but I was still unsure when I flew home. I think Melissa sensed that. That’s why she sent you the videos.”

“Explain that, please.”

“The reality is that I probably wouldn’t have gone back if she hadn’t sent those to you. You would have welcomed me home like the loving husband you are and I would have chickened out. I never would have told you what happened, it would have been my secret, and life probably would have continued on as it was.”

“And you still would have been dissatisfied.”

“Hard to say. The test experience might have been enough, though I do have my doubts. But Melissa felt this was something I needed to do and knew sending you those videos would force things.”

“Well, it certainly did that. But I probably would have realized something had happened when I saw that you had shaved your pussy.”

“Yeah, they asked me to do that. They’re not as into the natural look as you are.”

“So, do you regret it?” Paul asked.

Deanna paused to get her words together. Paul waited patiently.

“I regret that you were hurt and what it has done to our marriage,” Deanna finally said. “I never wanted that to happen, though I recognize now that it was probably inevitable. But the experience, Paul, the experience was amazing and just what I needed. Except for coming home to find you gone, I’ve been so much happier and far more content than I have been in years.”

“So, I guess you think it was worth it.”

“Paul, if it hadn’t been this it would have been something else. And the truth is that if something hadn’t happened our marriage probably wouldn’t have survived in the long run. I was that unsettled.”

Paul stopped to ponder this for a minute before responding.

“Dee, I wish you had talked to me. I’m not saying I would have willingly let you do what you did, but maybe we would have figured something out together. Maybe you felt this was something you felt you had to figure out yourself, which I think says something about our marriage in itself. I think you realize that we’re not getting back together, and wouldn’t even if I hadn’t met Christina. But I’m happy to hear that at least you got what you needed.”

“Thank you, Paul. I do realize our marriage is over and I really like Christina. You guys seem great together, though I’m a little surprised that you’re okay with her being with other women.”

“She told you about that, did she?”

Deanna nodded.

“When we first met it was just supposed to be a casual thing. We ended up spending the weekend together and really connected. She told me that she was bisexual and wouldn’t give up women, but she promised I would her only man. I decided I would live with that and it’s worked for us.”

“I can tell how much she loves you, Paul. I’m happy for you.”

The conversation seemingly over, they both stood and hugged, and they exchanged kisses on the cheek. Rather than yell, Paul sent a quick text to Christina that they were done, and she appeared moments later.

“Everyone still friends?” she asked as she came down the stairs with a look of curiosity.

“Absolutely,” Paul answered.

“Definitely,” Deanna added.

“Good. Now Deanna, where are you staying tonight?”

“I was just going to get a hotel.”

“Nonsense. I insist you stay in our spare room.”

“Great idea, honey,” Paul jumped in with even as Deanna started to protest. “Dee, I’ll grab your keys and unload your things.”

Paul grabbed Deanna’s keys out of her purse and was outside in seconds without really giving Deanna a chance to protest. She guessed that was settled, then.

Paul brought Deanna’s things inside and set her up in the spare room. There were 3 bedrooms but one had been converted to a home office so there was only the one guest room. Paul and Christina’s room had its own bathroom and there was another bathroom in the upstairs hallway, plus a half-bath on the ground level.

The evening was passed with wine (okay, beer for Paul) and conversation. Deanna got more detail and how Paul and Christina had met, among a myriad list of topics. It started to get late and finally they decided to head for bed.

[::::::::::}

Deanna was laying in her bed and having trouble sleeping.

It might have been that she was in a strange bed. It might have been that she was still dealing with the emotion of finally finding her husband, or the finality of her marriage.

Or it might have been the screams and moans coming from down the hall as Paul apparently was fucking the hell out of Christina.

Deanna’s sexuality had been on hyperdrive since her stretch as a porn actress, a career she was now seriously considering returning to. She could hear Paul and Christina loud and clear, and it had gotten her incredibly horny. She peeled off the night shirt and panties she had worn to bed and got herself off twice, one time in seemingly perfect sync with an orgasm Christina had thoroughly enjoyed. But the sound from down the hall had stopped and she assumed it was now bedtime.

She almost didn’t hear the knock on the door. She called out a ‘come in’ and watched Christina enter the room, wearing a pink satin robe that hung to about her knees. She wondered what, if anything, was underneath it.

“Can I come in?” Christina asked.

Christina was suddenly aware of her complete nakedness under the sheet and comforter. She put her arms outside the covers, pinning them to her side.

“Sure,” Deanna answered.

Christina walked over and sat down on the side of the bed to Deanna’s left. She adjusted her robe as she sat and Deanna moved to her right to provide a little more space.

“I wasn’t sure you’d be awake. Were we making too much noise?”

“I could hear you but it’s more than that. It’s fine, though. It’s not like I have somewhere to be tomorrow.”

“I’ve been in the same position. I got turned on listening to some roommates have sex a few years ago. Did you get turned on at all?”

Deanna felt herself blush though it was mostly dark in the room so he doubted Christina could tell. She didn’t want to lie but she also didn’t really want to admit it, so she just kind of shrugged. To Christina that was a ‘yes’.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Deanna. It’s perfectly normal.”

“I know, it’s just…”

Deanna stopped talking as she felt her covers starts to slide down. She made no effort to stop them, to stop Christina from pulling them down, and in just a few moments her bare breasts felt the cool air of the room. But when Christina’s hand found the valley between her breasts, Deanna put her own hand on top.

“Christina, what about Paul?”

“I already took care of him, remember?”

“That’s not what I meant. Would he be okay with this?

“Paul has no say in the women I choose to be with. But he does know I’m in here and why.”

“I just don’t…Christina, I’m still his wife, at least until we get the paperwork sorted out. I know you’re an independent woman and that Paul is okay with what you do, but this is the kind of thing that can fester over time and he may come to resent the fact that we were together.”

“Deanna, I appreciate your concern, I really do. But it’s fine. It was Paul’s idea. He could tell I was attracted to you but I wasn’t going to do anything, for the very reasons you just said. He was the one that told me he was fine with it and encouraged me to come see you.”

Deanna got a big smile on her face.

“Then what are we waiting for.”

Christina returned her smile and stood up, her pink satin robe falling to the ground and answering Deanna’s question about what was underneath: nothing. Deanna admired Christina’s large breasts, the dark pink areola’s capping the mounds of flesh, and the nice dark bush she knew Paul would appreciate.

Christina pulled the covers down, revealing Deanna’s nude body, then climbed on to the bed next to her. She leaned in pressing her lips to Deanna’s. They kissed, gently at first then with more hunger and desire. Deanna had only ever been with women on film, and while she had learned to enjoy it she had never desired it, never craved it. But she wanted Christina in the worst way.

It wasn’t long before their tongues were dueling between their lips. Deanna thought she could kiss Christina forever, she was enjoying it so much. She rubbed her hands all over Christina’s bare back, enjoying the feel of the bare skin. Christina soon replaced her lips with her nipple, putting her breasts into Deanna’s face. Deanna sucked hungrily, causing Christina to moan and making her wonder if Paul would hear them as she had.

Deanna had an urge to taste Christina’s pussy so pushed her further upward until she understood the meaning. Christina crawled forward and positioned her slit in front of Deanna’s mouth, and Deanna’s tongue was soon licking her furiously. Christina had to grip the headboard to keep steady. She was very sensitive anyway and the orgasms Paul had already given her had left her even more so.

“Fuck, yes, Deanna, eat my pussy! Jesus!”

Christina came shortly thereafter and it was brief but intense. When it was over she climbed off Deanna, noticing the glistening juices that still coated Deanna’s chin.

“That was incredible,” Christina complimented.

“I learned a few tricks in California.”

“I’d say so. Your turn now.”

Christina was an experienced pussy eater, enjoying it as much as she enjoyed sucking Paul’s cock, and she enjoyed that a hell of a lot. Deanna remained on the bed, her legs spread wide as Christina’s fingers entered her and her tongue found her clit…

[::::::::::}

When they were all done, about an hour later, they relaxed in each other’s arms.

“That was wonderful, Christina. It’s been a long time.”

“When’s the last time you got some?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since I left California,” responded Deanna. She purposely overlooked her experience with the mailbox store employees since she didn’t get anything out of those anyway.

Christina lifted herself up on her left elbow and looked Deanna in the eyes more directly.

“That long?”

“It may sound crazy but I’m a married woman. I didn’t think of my 6 months in California as cheating on my marriage, I really didn’t. It was an adventure that just happened to be having sex with other people. Once I got home I never considered being anything but a faithful wife until I found out where things stood. I was only okay being with you tonight because my marriage is all but over and because it had Paul’s approval.”

“I won’t deny that it sounds crazy, but I think I understand the thinking.”

Christina settled back into cuddling with Deanna. There was still the occasional kiss, the occasional nipple tweak, and Deanna soon found herself getting aroused again.

“Christina, you don’t happen to have a strap-on, do you?”

“I have a couple of them, actually. But why use a strap-on when we’ve got the real thing right down the hall?”

It was Deanna’s turn to get on her elbow and look more closely at her bedmate.

“You’re not serious.”

“Deanna, you have to understand that Paul and I have a very different relationship than you and Paul had. I’ve told you that Paul is fine with me being with other women, and I’m fine with Paul joining us. I’ve watched Paul have sex with several women and I enjoy it. It’s very arousing to watch. Paul and I love each other and we have this conversation all the time. If you want to go in there by yourself then that’s fine, too.”

“Do you think Paul would be okay with it?”

“Actually, I think he’d love it. He’s told me many times about how great he thought your sex life was. I have no doubt he’d enjoy reliving it one more time.”

“I admit I’d like that, too. But there’s no way I’m going in there without you. He’s your man now and I have no business being in there alone.”

Christina smiled.

“I was hoping you’d say that. C’mon.”

[::::::::::}

Paul was still awake. He was imagining the goings-on in the other bedroom and couldn’t settle himself to sleep. If you had told him a year ago how his life, and sex life, were about to change he would have thought you were crazy.

He had barely come to terms with the way Deanna left him, and her incredible expectation that their marriage would pick up right where it left off, when he decided to seek some company for the evening. It wasn’t necessarily about getting laid but he sure wasn’t planning to turn it down.