Chapter 1

 

"I wanted to tell you for a long time, but I didn't know how," she said. She being my wife of six years and her name is Avery, but I call her Ava. "I was desperate and stupid," she added.

What we were discussing was an indiscretion, for lack of a better word. Ava posed for some very racy photographs and the chickens had come home to roost. The indiscretion came to light when I saw her photo on the internet.

At first I didn't believe it was Ava. I thought it was some chick that looked incredibly like her. I downloaded it thinking I would surprise Ava, but it was me, Charles, who soon got surprised. I found a few more photos in the same location and I also downloaded the others.

It wasn't until a few days later that I got an opportunity to examine the pictures closer. It was a close-up of her snatch that convinced me. Ava has a peculiar pattern of freckles just above her pussy in the shape of a flying bird. Okay, you have to use some imagination to see it, but it's there. I have spent many long hours gazing at it so I was familiar with it. The woman whose pictures I was looking at was my wife without a doubt.

At first I was angry, but that soon changed to a red hot fury. I was so mad I couldn't think straight. It was a good thing that Ava was working the evening shift at the hospital or I would have said something hurtful. The fury slowly subsided and changed into simple hurt and then to confusion. I looked at the pictures again.

It was obvious that Ava was younger in the pictures. When could she have posed for them? I started dating Ava in high school. We were a couple for the last two years of high school and then I went off to the Army when my reserve unit was called-up. We were only separated for a few months until we married and she joined me again. The only time we were apart was when I was deployed to the Middle East for two years. While we were apart she lived with her parents. I remembered there were a few months she stated near my old base before going back home.

Upon close examination I realized that Ava had blonde hair in the photos. She is a natural redhead and the only time she had blonde hair was just before I shipped out and for about a year afterward. I reasoned that had to be when the pictures were taken.

Ava arrived home shortly after the four until twelve shift was over. The fact I was awake and waiting on her wasn't a surprise because I often waited up when she was working the evening shift.

We went through the "how was your day" conversation for a few minutes and then I told her there was something I wanted her to see. I took her to my computer and opened the file where I had stashed her pictures. She stared at the images for a few minutes in complete silence.

"Is there any explanation you care to offer?" I asked. I had a feeling of pride that I was calm and my voice betrayed none of my real feelings.

"No," she said shaking her head. "Not right this minute. I have to process this." She turned and left me sitting there.

I wasn't sure what to do next. Should I press her? Should I leave her alone to process, whatever the hell that meant? Should I go to her? I wasn't mad any longer. I was just befuddled. I finally decided to go to bed. Ava was still awake, but in bed. I got in beside her.

"You know you can tell me anything and I won't stop loving you," I said.

"I know you think you mean that, Chip," she said softly. My name is Charles, but I've been called Chip since I was a wee baby. "Maybe you won't feel that way when I tell you the whole story." I urged her to tell me and she did.

 

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Ava's story:

 

When your deployment orders came I was terrified. You were going off to Iraq or God knows where and I would be alone until you came home...if you came home. You'll never know just how sacred I was, Chip. I nearly cried every time I thought about you leaving. When the day finally came and you got on that jet I was an emotional wreck.

When my sister Pat called and asked if she could come live with me for a while I was excited and very happy. At least I wouldn't be so alone and Pat was always fun to be around. Even thought Pat is a few years older than me, she has always seemed like a kid sister.

Pat is the family's wild child and always has been. She is so different from the rest of us it sometimes seems that she was adopted. Anyway Pat came a few days after you flew off and I was so happy to see her. I was so relieved to have her company I even waited a few days to quiz her on why she left home.

"Aw, it was the usual bullshit," Pat said. "Mom and I got into a big fight and of course Dad took her side."

"What was the fight about?" I asked her.

"Mom walked in on Darren Cook and me," Pat answered with a grin. "I thought she was gone for the day and it seemed like a golden opportunity for Darren and me to have some fun. I think it shocked mom when she saw Darren fucking me doggy fashion. You should have heard her squeal." Mom and dad are rather straight-laced and I could imagine she was upset and vocal.

"Dad's bottom line when it was his turn to bust my chops was 'My way or the highway'. I elected to take the highway and here I am," Pat said. "Any jobs to be had around here?"

I told her she could probably get a job at the restaurant where I worked. They always had a huge turn-over in servers. Even as hostess I had to fill in from time to time as a waiter.

"Shit, sis, I don't want a hash slinging job," Pat said. "I'll find something else, thank you."

"Suit yourself," I said. I hadn't really wanted Pat to be working in the same place as me. "Is Darren Cook going to be coming down here?"

"Naw, Darren was just somebody to have some fun with. I'll find me a man down here. You have any beer in the house?" I told her to help herself and to settle in while I was at work. I got dressed and left her. After the deployment I changed my shift to evenings because I could make more money and it helped keep me from being so alone.

It was nearly two o'clock in the morning when I got back to the mobile home park. I wish we could have afforded a better place to live, but neither you nor I were making much money so that was home. I noticed that Pat's car was there when I parked so I was surprised when she wasn't in the trailer. I wondered where she could have gone.

I took off my uniform and watched TV for a while to relax before going to bed. I heard Pat laughing and talking loudly even before she opened the door. Pat wasn't alone. She came in with some guy I didn't know.

"Hi sis," Pat said. It was obvious she had been drinking. "This is Bill."

"It's Bob," the man said giving me a good look. I suddenly realized I was only wearing my old tee shirt I usually wore to bed. It was the one I stole from you and it was getting thin so my breasts were easy to see. I pulled the throw around me.

"It is?" Pat asked drunkenly. "I thought it was Bill. Oh well, it doesn't matter Bill-Bob. Let's go to bed and finish what we started." Bob grinned at me as Pat pulled him down the hall to her bedroom.

The walls in a mobile home are not designed for people to have secrets. I had to listen to them for the rest of the night. Pat yelled, screeched, moaned, and groaned until nearly daylight. I was aggravated at her for bringing some stranger home, but I had to admit it was stimulating to hear them going at it.

I suppose Bob or whoever he was left sometime because he was gone when I got up about noon. When Pat finally got up I read her the riot act and told her I needed to sleep. Of course she told me she was sorry and it wouldn't happen again and of course I didn't believe her.

"Where did you find that Bozo, anyway?" I asked her.

"There was a party going on a few spaces down. I was invited to go and I did. Bill...Bob...whoever, was there and we made out some. When I got my hand on his cock I knew I wanted more so we came here. Sorry about all the racket."

"Just try to remember I'm right on the other side of a very thin wall," I said.

"Yeah, I will. Anyway, what's-his-name said he could get me a job with somebody he knows, so it wasn't all pleasure. I was networking while partying."

"A job doing what?" I asked her.

"I don't know exactly," Pat said. "Some kind of modeling work. I have to call him later today and get the details."

I was aware that Pat had done some modeling when she was younger. She certainly looked like a model. Where I have what someone called a lush body, Pat is tall and thin. Mom and the other girls in the family all have big boobs, but Pat got very small breasts. She seldom has to wear a bra.

Later I got dressed and went to work leaving Pat to do her thing. That was a Friday night and I didn't see Pat until Sunday afternoon. When she finally came in she looked like she had a hard weekend. Her hair was a mess and her make-up was smeared.

"Here, put this toward the rent and food," she said handing me a bunch of money. There was over five hundred dollars in the stack. "I'm going to take a shower and hit the bed. Don't wake me until sometime tomorrow."

"Pat," I called to her. "Where have you been for the past two days?"

"Working, dear," she called back and disappeared into the bathroom. I didn't see her again until Monday morning.

"Good morning, Sis," she said coming into the tiny kitchen. I said good morning and asked her what kind of work she did to earn that much money. "Bob wasn't shooting the shit. He did know a guy and he did need a model. I had a busy weekend."

"You looked like hell," I said. "That must have been some hard modeling work."

"The modeling wasn't hard," Pat said with a laugh. "It was the party afterward that got rough. Those old boys nearly fucked me to death." The fact she had sex didn't shock me or the fact she was so candid about it.

"Boys? As in more than one?"

"Yes, there were four of them before the weekend was over. It started with just the one photographer. We got one session out of the way and then his assistant came and we started another shoot. This time I did some naughty nudes for them and I guess they got all excited. Carl Bright, that's the photographer asked me if I wanted to make some real money. Of course I said yes and he did a video of me and his assistant fucking. When Carl asked me if I could handle two men I said the more the merrier so he called a friend." Now I was speechless. Not that I was surprised at her doing it. I was surprised at how blasé she was about it. She wasn't through with her story. "Then after a while Carl wanted some of my pussy so I played with all three of them. We moved the party to Carl's apartment and that's when the fourth man showed up. That was ol' big dick Bob. I'm telling you that four horny guys can just about wear a girl out."

I didn't respond for a few minutes. I couldn't think of anything to say. I didn't want to get all judgmental with Pat because I knew she couldn't handle that.

"So were you paid for modeling or...the other thing?" I asked.

"Some of both, I guess. Five hundred for the modeling and another five hundred for the fucking. Carl has another job for me later in the week. What are you looking at me like that?" she demanded.

"I wasn't aware I was looking at you in any particular way," I answered. "Isn't that dangerous, Pat?"

"What? The modeling or the fucking?" she asked laughing at me. "I don't think so. Carl said he might know of some work for me out on the west coast if I was interested. I may be moving on pretty soon."

Pat stayed with me for about six weeks then she took off for California. About the same time they sold the trailer park to some big company and the rent went up to nearly twice what we had been paying. While I was still reeling from that news the damned car just lay down and died on me. It was going to cost a bunch to replace it because it couldn't be repaired. Suddenly things went from bad to worse because If that wasn't enough the allotment from the army got screwed up and all I had coming in was what I made at the restaurant.

I was in a real mess and nowhere to turn. I managed to pay the rent on the mobile home, but that left me with nothing. Not even bus fare to work. I was about at my wit's end when Pat's friend Bob called to see if I had a phone number for her. On a desperate impulse I asked him if his friend Carl, the photographer, had any modeling work for me.

"I'll ask him," Bob said. "Are you as good as your sister?"

"I'm not built like she is," I answered. "I don't do what she's willing to do either, but I have done a little modeling when I was younger."

"Yeah, I remember you have a better body than Pat does," he said with a laugh. "What I could see of it anyway. I'll get back to you in a few days."

His call came at a time when I was at my lowest point. I had already searched though everything for money and loose change. I was digging under the sofa cushions for change when he called.

"Carl is willing to meet with you and give you a look," Bob said. "Can you go to his studio today?"

I had asked for all the overtime I could get, but I was off that day. I explained I was without transportation and asked him if the studio was near a bus route.

"I'll give you a ride," Bob said. "I'm in the mobile home park anyway. Be ready in thirty minutes and wear something sexy."

I suppose on some level I knew how stupid it was, but as I said, I was desperate. The Army had promised to fix the allotment problem, but I knew I couldn't count on them. I needed some quick money. I took a fast shower and dressed. I wasn't sure what Bob meant by sexy, but I had an idea. I put on some sexy underwear and wore that bright yellow sundress I used to have. The dress that buttoned up the front. I was ready when Bob blew his car horn.

I suppose I met with Bob's approval because he whistled when I came out. I got in his car and he told me I looked hot and we started off. I didn't feel hot or sexy. I was nervous as I could be.

Carl wasn't at all what I expected him to be. He was older than I thought he would be and he was black. I don't have any hang-up about race. I have never been race prejudice in my life. I was just surprised that Pat hadn't mentioned her photographer was black.

"Nice to meet you, Avery," Carl said taking my small hand in his huge paw. "You are even better looking than Bob said you were. Come on back and let's get started."

I'm not going to lie about it. I was sure there would be some nudity involved, but I was a bit surprised at how casual Carl was about it. I was prepared for some topless stuff, but that was as far as I was going to go. I was also surprised that Bob followed us back into the studio.

"This is just a test shoot," Carl said. "It pays a hundred dollars, but it determines if we go any farther with it. Are you ready, Avery?" I swallowed and nodded my head. "Great. Stand over there and I'll take some photos." He fiddled with the lights a moment then took his camera and fired off a few shots.

My modeling experience was when I was twelve and thirteen years old so it had been a while and it took a few minutes for me to stop jumping at every flash.

"You're doing just fine," Carl said. "Unbutton a few of the top buttons, Avery." So with shaky fingers I undid the top button and when he nodded I undid another one. "That's great, honey," Carl encouraged me. "Open the dress all the way and let me see some skin."

I unbuttoned the dress and let it hang open. My bra and panties were nearly transparent and both Carl and Bob got a good look when I opened the dress all the way. I let the dress slip off of my shoulders and fall to the floor. I was aware of the sharp intake of breath from Bob. When Carl instructed me to remove the bra I did, but that was as far as I intended to go. Topless was my limit.

I unsnapped the bra and held it over my breasts for Carl to snap a couple of pictures then I let it fall also. I stood nearly naked while two men gazed at my tits. One was rapidly taking pictures of my bare breasts while I posed. Bob just stared at my boobs and I could feel my nipples began to harden.

Following Carl's directions I turned, bent, and postured for him. After a few minutes my nipples were so hard they hurt and when Carl suggested I caress my breasts I was more than happy to do so to relieve the aching. When Carl told me to remove my panties I didn't even think about it. I just did it. I'm sure they both could see that the crotch of my panties was wet.

"She's something, isn't she, Bob?" Carl said. "Hot stuff."

"She is defiantly hot stuff," Bob agreed. "She's even hotter than her sister. Look at those big titties and fat nipples."

Since I decided to tell all, I'm going to be very candid and say that I was highly turned on and their comments just added fuel to the fire that raged in me. I never hesitated when Carl directed me to lie down on the pallet on the floor. I didn't hesitate when he told me to use my fingers on myself or hold my labia open for the camera. I was being consumed by that fire of desire in me and it took every bit of courage and strength I could muster to call for a stop to the proceedings.

I quickly dressed, collected my money, and left not even waiting on Bob to take me home. I left two men with bulges in their pants. I caught a bus about five blocks from the studio and it took me to within a few blocks of the trailer park and home. I cried all the way home. I cried because I had been reduced to posing naked, but mostly I cried because I liked it very much.

I made myself a promise to never put myself in that position again, but I weakened when the rent came due again. Two days before the rent was due Carl called with a job offer.

"Just some soft-core shit," he said. "Doesn't pay but five hundred dollars, but if you are interested I'll toss the job your way."

"I'll be there," I said with only a little hesitation. "When?"

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock," Carl said. "Don't worry about what to wear. You won't have it on long anyway. I have everything you'll need."

That night I lay awake and thought about the shoot. In all honesty I was eagerly anticipating it. I longed for the excitement of posing nude again.

The shoot was nice and easy. The whole thing only took about an hour and a half to do. Carl had been right. I was completely naked within a few moments and stayed that way during the entire session. Carl paid me in cash and I caught a cab home.

I was okay financially for a few weeks. The shoot paid the rent and my pay check took care of the other expenses. One of the girls who was a server at the restaurant had to go home because her mother was ill and she offered to sell me her car for a thousand dollars. I did some quick calculations and realized I was about eight hundred dollars short. I asked her to wait for a few days and I called Carl.

"I don't have anything right at the moment," Carl said. "Maybe next week. The soft-core market is...well, It's soft right now." I explained what my dilemma was and that the deal wasn't going to wait. "Why don't I loan you a grand until you get some work?" Carl suggested and I leaped at the offer.

I drove my newly acquired vehicle to the studio and collected the money and paid the girl and she signed over the title. I was back among the driving class then and it felt good. My new car was a little sports car convertible and it was a honey. At least it was a honey until I had to replace the transmission. That came two weeks later and again my photographer friend came to my rescue. The repair work cost twelve hundred so that meant I owed Carl twenty-two hundred dollars.

I called him about every other day to see if there was any work I could do, but Carl said not to worry about it so I didn't. I should have been worried, but I wasn't.

It was almost a month after the second loan when the day of reckoning came. Carl called and told me to be at the studio at seven o'clock the next evening. He knew my schedule so he knew I was off from work. When I asked him what the shoot was he told me not to worry about it so I didn't worry. I was, again, eagerly anticipating the shoot. You had been gone for several months and I was very horny.

Carl met me at the door and after I came in the closed and locked the door. He told me he didn't want to be disturbed by walk-ins while we were shooting. I followed him to the back set and noticed another black man there. Carl introduced him as Lee, his assistant.

Lee was younger than Carl and very handsome. His skin color was a lot lighter than Carl's. Lee held onto my hand longer than a handshake called for, but it was all right with me.

"Okay, let's get this show on the road," Carl said. He indicated a bed in the middle of the set. "This is a simple shoot. Avery, you strip and lay down on the bed. You will be a horny young wife who misses her hubby. You'll keep your eye on my camera, but Lee will be shooting you also." I certainly fit the description of a young wife so I didn't have to act.

I quickly removed my street clothes and got on the bed. That was when I noticed the dildo on the bed. It was larger than any penis I had ever seen. Carl started directing me.