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	Does It Really Stay in Vegas
	Jax and I live in a small town in Iowa. We married right after our high school graduation. When we went to Las Vegas we had been married about ten years. Jax's family have been gamblers for generation after generation. Sometime in the 1950's, in a legendary poker game, Jax's great-grandfather even won the furniture store that Jax now runs. Jax gets a nice salary, but the ownership of the store has been split into many shares by the great-grandfather's descendants. Jax only owns around 20 per cent. Still, it is a nice living. Unfortunately, Jax is not the gambler that his great-grandfather was. He wins more often than he loses, but sometimes he loses a lot. My name is Darlene Pendergraft. Jackson and I were high school sweethearts; however, the story of our trip to Vegas was a long time and far away from high school. We had heard tales about how great Las Vegas was and how much fun it was to visit. We went to some shows and then we started gambling. We won a little money and then we decided to call it a night and went to our hotel room. A few hours later I woke up and sensed something was wrong. Of course, Jax wasn't in bed, nor was he in our room. I called him on his cell phone. He didn't pick up, so I left a message. After a half-hour or so I called again. He still didn't pick up, so I left another message. After another twenty or thirty minutes he called back. "What's going on?" I asked. "Where are you?" "I'm in the casino at the hotel across the street," he said. "Is everything all right?" I asked. "Not exactly," he replied. "I'm in the restaurant of the casino across the street. Why don't you come over and I'll explain everything." I quickly dressed and hurried across the street, still busy, even though it was the middle of the night. When I got to the restaurant, I could tell that Jax was worried. "What happened, Jax," I asked. "I wasn't sleepy, and the gambling had been so much fun that I came over here to gamble some more." He continued, "I didn't have my good luck charm with me and so I was very unlucky. I lost some money; then I started doubling my bets, thinking eventually I would at least break even." "What's the damage, Jax?" "It's over twenty big ones." "Twenty thousand dollars!" I exclaimed. "Jax, we don't have that kind of money!" I could tell Jax was not his usual upbeat self as he began to explain. "I know, Darlene, that's why I feel so bad about it. Also, the credit department here wants me to sign a note. They're talking about using the store as collateral. I haven't explained that I'm only a part owner, even though I run the store. They want a plan with an interest-bearing note. I haven't come up with anything they would agree to. They haven't made any threats, but it's been a very tense situation." "Can we raise any cash?" I asked. Jax replied, "I have a few hundred dollars and a few $100 chips that I haven't turned in. Other than that, I have to go home and talk to the bank if they'll let me. The goons over by the door or watching to make sure I don't try to skip town. I'm not sure of our bank balance but it's probably a little over a thousand dollars. It will be more when my salary goes in on the first." My part-time job had irregular hours and would be of little help in this situation. The man behind me in the next booth interrupted. "I couldn't help but overhear your dilemma. I might be able to help you. If you're interested, I'll move over there and explain." "At this point, we have to listen," Jax replied. I moved over to sit beside Jax, and the man joined us. He was a good-looking fellow, looking to be a little older than Jax and I, but still in his prime. He began his spiel, "It sounds like you guys got in a little over your head. I know your numbers, so I'm not offering a total solution, but it may be enough to get you out of your immediate difficulty. To a certain extent, this may be taking advantage of a situation, because you likely wouldn't consider my offer if you weren't in a bad place." "That's probably true," Jax replied, "but what exactly is your offer?" "I want your wife to be mine for the next twelve hours. For that, I'm willing to pay $10,000; there are some additional conditions." "No, absolutely not," was Jax's immediate response. "Jax, let's at least hear his whole offer, before we reject it," I remonstrated with him. "You'd consider spending the night with this guy. You know nothing about him," Jax reminded me. "You know better than I about the guys who want you to deliver over twenty thousand. If that's not a problem, I agree with you." I told him. "Things can get ugly here if you get on the wrong side of the wrong people," the stranger told us. "Okay, I guess we should listen, but I don't like the idea of you spending the night with someone you know nothing about," Jax assured me. "I don't like the idea of you spending the night with any body else. Not knowing him just makes it worse!" "Tell us the rest," I asked the man. "First, a little about me. I am Harold Christy. I am an investor. You can ask anyone here. I keep my word, and I have many investments, both here in Vegas and also in LA." He gave us both business cards. "I guess I should know your names as well." "I'm Jackson Pendergraft, and this is my wife, Darlene," replied Jax. He gave Mr. Christy one of his business cards. Christy continued, "My proposal is simple. The lady spends twelve hours with me. She does whatever I ask. There will be video, but the video will never be commercially distributed. Upon satisfactory completion of the twelve hours of service, I will pay you $10,000 cash. That's pretty much it. Most of the time we'll be in my suite upstairs, although we may occasionally come down for a meal or something." "How much do we need, Jax?" I asked. "It's a few hundred dollars over $24,000," he replied. "So even If I did this, it wouldn't solve our problem?" I continued. Mr. Christy interjected, "If you come up with $10,000, they'll be much more willing to negotiate the balance." Jax replied, "I don't think we're in agreement on this. Could you give us a few minutes." Christy got up and sat at the counter far enough away to be out of earshot. "I don't like anything about this," Jax said. I replied, "I don't want you to get hurt. If you have an alternative plan, please, tell me what it is." Jax admitted, "That's the problem. The alternatives are such that this begins to seem possible." "It's one night," I told him. "I think I can do it if you can deal with me prostituting myself." "It's a bad alternative," he replied, "but it may be the best. You'll be bearing the brunt of it, so if you can do your part, I'll have to man up and live with it. I'm glad you called it what it is. It is prostitution, but I was the stupido to get us into this." "I don't want to do this, but the alternatives may be worse," I admitted. "Let me do the negotiating," he instructed me. Reluctantly, I agreed. He gave Christy the high sign, and he rejoined us. "What's the verdict?" he asked. "We will accept it with a couple of changes," Jax informed him. "No video, $20,000, with the money paid up front." Christy replied, "The video is not negotiable. I will go up to $12,000, and I will be willing to pay half up front, but only because you have such a beautiful wife." Jax looked at me for confirmation. I nodded yes. "Okay," Jax replied, "We have a deal." Christy looked at me, "Are you ready?" "Yes," I replied with a confidence I didn't really possess. "Both of you come to my room. I'll pay Mr. the first $6,000; Then he will leave. And we will start your timer, Mrs." We followed him to his room, which turned out to be a penthouse suite. He went to the bedroom while we waited in the sitting room. I couldn't believe what I had just agreed to. But it seemed like the only possibility of us getting out of a serious situation with everything intact. Jax seemed more relaxed than I expected, but I guessed it was because he was less stressed about what the casino guys were going to do to him. Christy came back with a stack of hundreds. He counted them out in six piles of ten each. Jax put the money in his inside blazer pockets, gave me a desultory kiss, and left. "Darlene, you go into the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll be with you shortly," was Christy's first command of my twelve-hours of torment. Once I had neatly stacked my clothes on the nightstand, I crawled into the bed under the covers. I had never been unfaithful to Jax. Of course, there were other guys before Jax, but still I was a little excited, wondering what Christy would be like. Shortly, Christy and another man came into the room. "Darlene, please don't hide what we came to see," was Christy's first remark. "I only agreed to be with you, Mr. Christy," I told him straight. "First, please call me Harry. Second this is my videographer. He's here to take the video that I mentioned before," Christy quickly replied. "This is Billy. His job is to record our night in living color." I didn't like the direction this was going. First, I didn't want to be videoed even though Harry had told Jax and I about that. Second, I didn't like another man being in the room even if he was just watching us through a viewfinder. He had told us that I would be videoed; but there was no mention of a videographer. I didn't know what to do. I decided that I had made my bed and now I would have to lie in it. Or, in this case, get out of it. I slowly pulled the covers back and stood up. "What do you think, Billy?" The other man replied, "She has a beautiful body. Her face is good, too, once you look away from that fabulous bod." "Darlene, could you turn around? Do a full 360," was Harry's next command. Per our agreement I did as I was told. Embarrassed as I was by Harry looking at me, I had Billy looking me over as well. In a way it was also exciting to have two men looking at my nude body. It was a strange feeling, this mixture of embarrassment and excitement. "Darlene, could you pull the covers off the bed. We can put them back when It's time for sleep," Harry directed. I was still somewhat surprised to find myself in this situation. In the middle of the night, preparing to make love to a man that I never knew existed until only a little while ago. In a strange way, making love to a stranger was exciting and arousing. "Next, I'd like you to bend backwards supporting yourself by putting your hands on the bed and spreading your feet," Harry asked. It was a position maximizing exposure and embarrassment. Harry then squatted between my legs and started licking my most sensitive parts. Jax occasionally licked me, but usually just enough to get me excited. Harry was completely different. He sucked on my clitoris like it was citrus. It only took a few minutes until I was bucking uncontrollably in a fantastic orgasm. I had never realized how erotic a man going down on a woman could be. Harry was making sure I didn't forget as he began licking and sucking again. In less time than before, I was having an even bigger orgasm. I couldn't believe how good I was feeling. My clitoris had never been so long. I no longer cared about Billy or the camera, I just wanted more. And more I got as again Harry went downtown on me. I think the third orgasm surpassed the first two. At last Harry stood up, took me in his arms, and kissed me. His kisses tasted of my secretions from down there. He pulled me to him and then lifted my right leg and entered me. I just wanted him to give me more. I felt like I had waited my whole life to fell a cock like his. He increased the frequency of his stroking, as I moved my hips forward meeting him on each stroke. Billy and the camera were long forgotten as I kissed Harry and kissed him again over and over. I had a fantastic orgasm. He turned me around and kissed me where my neck met my back. I was so ready for his rear entry. He pounded me over and over while I tried to support myself on the bed. This was so good I didn't care who was watching. Again, I shouted my joy in the ecstasy of climax. I turned my head back toward him and he gave me the most wonderful kisses. I only wanted more of these delightful sensations. He pushed me onto the bed and lifted my ankles over his shoulders allowing him a deep penetration of my pussy. Harry had been quiet; now he shouted, "I can't hold back anymore," and through my enjoyment of yet another orgasm I felt the additional stimulus of cum splashing against my vaginal walls. Now Harry spoke, "Get down on your knees; you're going to have to work for the next round." I wasn't exactly sure what he meant, but I got down on my knees, only to have him thrust his cock into my mouth. I never went down much on Jax. He was always ready, yet it was one and done with him. Apparently, Harry was planning on getting his money's worth. What the hell, I thought. Give him a good time. He paid for it. Although inexperienced, I did my best at sucking his organ. It seemed to work. I would say it was only a couple of minutes until he became stiff again. He laid down on the bed with his feet toward the foot and toward Billy. "You're going to have to do some of the work this time, Miss Darlene. Climb aboard. Again, this was not something I usually did with Jax, but I did as I was told. He had decided to run me through my paces. First, I sat on him erect and moved my body up and down, then I changed my position slightly moving my hips back and forth. Then I leaned over and kissed him and moved my hips up and down. It was all good. The best was when he told me to lean back and move my lower body up and down. This was enough for me to again feel his semen again coating the walls of my pussy. This was the best sex and the most sex I had ever had. However, I was instructed to again lick and suck his organ, this time including a treatment of his balls. I was only too glad to do it. I anticipated that there would be at least one more round of this amazing fucking before we slept. This time he indulged me with a part of his inventory of rear entry positions, including doggy, boat, flatiron, kneeling prison guard, and sitting wheelbarrow. His rule was we changed positions each time I came. Finally, he filled me up again as we did the sitting wheelbarrow, one of several positions that I had never done before but that I vowed I would do again. Harry was obviously more excited by my body than Jax usually was, but this had been the most exciting sexual experience of my life. I was ready for some snuggle time; however, Harry got out of bed. Then, I got a real shock as Billy quickly shucked his clothes and climbed into bed with me. "What? What's going on?" Harry quickly returned and put his right hand on my left boob and his left hand on my labia and clitoris. "I thought so!" he pronounced. "You're still excited and wet. Poor Billy had to watch your entire performance with me without any release of his own. I thought Billy and I would trade places for a while." He rubbed me so more and told me, "I can tell you're ready to go again. Billy's ready, and I'm not, but I'll play videographer for a while." "I never agreed...," I started. Harry interrupted, "There was nothing explicitly saying you would do Billy, but there wasn't anything saying otherwise. You agreed to do what I told you to do. I'm telling you to fuck Billy. What's so bad about that?" The point became moot as Billy stuck his tongue into my mouth and his manhood into my vagina. It didn't feel as good as with Harry, but it still felt very good. Harry quickly took the camera in hand so that no part of my performance would be missed. Billy did not seem to have the exotic repertoire that Harry had, but by now I had no resistance to vaginal intrusion, and what can I say: I came, and I came, and I came again, and I enjoyed every minute of it. By the time Billy dropped his load into my overflowing pussy, I was feeling so good and relaxed that I even hammed it up a little for the camera. "I think you're asking for more," Harry told me. "I'm going to give you what you want," as he stuck his organ into my mouth. I didn't complain as he took me through another five or six positions and orgasms. After he came, I started to think about getting some sleep. There was a knock on the door. Billy went to get it. "It's Jake," he said. "Hey, Jake!" greeted Harry. "Say, I rented a slut. She's fantastic. Want to try her?" "Sure!" replied Jake, "I don't mind if I do." "I do!" I interrupted. "Oh, come on; be a sport," replied Harry. "Jake's really a nice guy. I'm sure you'll like him almost as much as you like Billy and me." "I didn't sign up for a foursome," I complained. Harry did his thing again - my breast with one hand and my genitals with the other. He was right on two counts: I was ready to go again, and I was a slut. At least I was certainly behaving like one. I spread my legs, and Jake was all over me. It was the first time all night I was screwed in the classical missionary position. I still enjoyed it, kissing Jake back when he kissed me. Jake rolled me over a couple of times, after each orgasm and again I felt the sensation of semen squirting against the walls of my vagina. I was ready to go to sleep, but horny Harry decided that he needed one more go. No one bothered to film this last round before sleep. Harry and I went to sleep with him still inside me. I decided that this was the most fun 12K a wife ever made for her husband. The next morning Harry started where he had left off. Then I had to take care of Billy and Jake. Then Harry wanted some more. I didn't know what time it was, but it seemed that these guys were intending to fuck me right up until the end of the twelve hours. I was sitting nude on the sofa between a nude Billy and a nude Jake giving them hand jobs to make them erect again while Harry videoed the proceedings when someone knocked on the door. "Don't worry," Harry said, "I'll get it!" Oops, it was Jax. I couldn't move my hands because Billy and Jake were holding them. What to do? "Hi, Honey!" I greeted Jax. "Just finishing up." I gave him my biggest smile. What else can you do when your husband walks in on you while you are in the middle of a foursome. Harry was masterful. He sat Jax down at the dining table while I half-heartedly continued the hand jobs. He first counted out $6,000, which improved things somewhat for Jax. Then he said, "Now I have another deal for you. I'm willing to pay another $12,000 to keep Darlene a while longer, but this time it will be for twenty-four hours, instead of twelve." "That's an interesting proposition," Jax replied. "It would solve our immediate financial difficulty. I think I need to talk to Darlene before I do anything else." Harry quickly called me over. Billy and Jake were willing to forego their hand jobs if they were going to have all of me for twenty-four hours. It was a little embarrassing to join their conversation nude with semen running down my legs. "What do you think, babe?" Jax asked me. "I'm a little concerned that you might be enjoying yourself too much." "It wasn't as bad as I thought it might be," I told him. "I think I could do another 24 hours with these guys if that's what you want me to do." The reality was that I was thinking I might enjoy another 24 hours of playtime with the three guys. It probably wouldn't be as much fun as the first twelve hours, but that left a lot of room for a really good time. Then Harry threw another curve. "You can join us if you want. I don't think Darlene would mind." "I don't know if that would be a good idea, honey," I told Jax. "Just seeing you like this is hard enough," he told me. "I don't think I'm up to watching you screwing these guys for twenty-four hours. But listen, this is twice as long for the same money, Harry. Maybe it shouldn't be twice as much, but it should be more." "Okay, I'll give you fifteen. Do we have a deal?" asked Harry. Jax replied, "I don't really want to do it, but you're right that Darlene doesn't seem to mind, and I really need the extra money." "Same payment plan as before?" Harry replied. Harry returned to the bedroom to grab the $7,500. I returned to the sofa and some boob sucking and clit massaging. Jax looked away until Harry returned with the seventy-five Franklins. "Bye, Darlene," were Jax's parting words. "Bye, honey," I replied. I hoped he wasn't too mad at me. I guess I didn't care as much as I should have. I really wanted to have some more orgasms, like what I had experienced over the last twelve hours. And these guys seemed to be the right type to provide another few hours of climax after climax. I thought the last twelve hours was the best twelve hours of my young life; the next twenty-four could be a lot less intense and still be great. I felt a little bad because I didn't believe I would ever share my experiences with Jax, but I was having such a great time that I didn't worry about it. "We're going to do some play acting," Harry announced. The only difference from before was that I had to put my clothes on, act out Harry's scenario, take my clothes off, and fuck my brains out. His scenarios were sort of cute and fairly involved for home video shooting. They included the young wife being an amateur nude model who is fooled into fucking not only her fellow model, but also her husband's boss; the young wife who has to fuck loan sharks to pay off her husband's debts; and the innocent young wife who is looking for her husband at a party at a friend of her husband's and ends up being fucked by her husband's friends. We spent a couple of hours on each one. Around 10 am with only a few hours left of my obligation, we decided to go down to the restaurant for breakfast. My guys and I sat at a corner table. We chatted about what a good time we were having. Then I saw Jax sitting alone at the counter. I told Harry I wanted to at least say Hi to my hubby. When he agreed, I walked over to the counter. "Hey, Jax!" I greeted him. "Hello, Darry," he replied, "You seem to be having a good time with the guys." "I can't lie," I replied. "This hasn't been the worst time of my life." "I'd feel better if you weren't enjoying it quite as much," he told me. "This is a long way from Iowa." "Once we go home, this will all be just a memory," I continued. "Yes, but I think it'll be a better memory for you than for me," Jax told me. "I'm sorry, Honey," I apologized. "I didn't plan for any of this to happen." "No, you didn't," he admitted. "This whole thing is mostly my doing. I can't blame you for that." "I can see that this has been easier for me than for you," I assured him. "Anyway, there's only a few hours left." "Right, then we can go back to Iowa," he said. I told him, "Jax, honey, please don't forget that I love you." I smiled at him, even though I didn't really feel it. "I better get back to my employer." "Okay, Darry. See you in a bit," was his valedictory. I kissed him on the cheek, and replied, "Bye, Jax!" When we got back to the room, and I had once again taken my clothes off, Harry asked me to do some poses. This seemed a little funny to me, but as I was getting horny again. I didn't give it very much thought, treating it as an excuse to wiggle different parts of my anatomy so that my interest would be returned by the guys. The next couple of hours, we spent with the guys trying to bang me into mindlessness. They had pretty well succeeded by the time Jax was knocking on the door. It was pretty good timing since Harry had just finished inside me. We all put our underwear on before Harry opened the door. Harry went back into the bedroom. I finished fastening my bra and went over to Jax and kissed him. It was a good sign that he kissed me back. He then went over to the dining table and sat down while Harry counted out the remaining seventy-five Franklins. He then counted out fifty more bills with Ben's face on them, saying, "This is for Darlene being the best piece of ass I've had in a very long time." Then Harry became more serious. He told Jax, "Darlene has been everything I hoped she would be. I'm willing to pay $50,000 for her to spend a week with me." Jax quickly replied, "I think it's time we headed back to Iowa." "This is open-ended," rejoined Harry. "You can do it now, or in a month. Let's say the offer is good for six months." "We need to get back home," continued Jax. "Fifty thousand might come in handy in the future, or I could come here a week ahead of you, and we would have a good stake for some fun while we stayed here for a week or so. We could have quite a party with that kind of money." I felt satisfied for the time being, but I was thinking another party with the guys would be fun in a few weeks. I knew Jax wouldn't like it, but I would. I would be willing to do it for a lot less than fifty thousand, maybe even for free. Harry looked at me and correctly read that I didn't want to push it with Jax. Jax and I said good-bye and headed for the elevators. Back in our room, Jax began a hard, but necessary, conversation, "Darry, I think you enjoyed this a lot more than I did." "Probably," I admitted. "It really wasn't all that bad." "Were they screwing you most of the time over the last thirty-six hours?" he asked. "If you counted foreplay with the screwing, I was probably getting screwed the majority of the time, but not all the time. We played some games, we slept, we ate, we talked. I probably was naked about 90% of the time.," I admitted. "The basic question is 'did you enjoy it?', or putting it another way, 'would you want to do it again?'" he asked. This was hard. I had to think about it before I responded. I decided to be as truthful as I could be without burning any bridges and being considerate of Jax's feelings. "I enjoyed a lot of it," I told him. "Doing it again is an entirely different thing. So, we could have a fun time with twenty-five or thirty thousand dollars, that wouldn't be a problem for me. At the end of the day, I want to be with you. Once in a while, I might be willing to have some fun with other playmates." "I'm not sure we will ever go back to the way we were, but I love you, and I want you to stay with me," Jax stated. "But are you saying that you might like to have a weekend with a couple of guys every so often?" "I'm not sure what I'm saying. I haven't really thought it through, "I admitted. "Maybe we could have a threesome every month or so. I really don't know." This was very hard. My truest feeling was that I didn't want to say never again to getting a thorough banging from Harry and friends. "Well, let's see what the future brings," Jax summarized. "Let's get some sleep so we can make our flight in the morning." After showering I snuggled up against Jax, and he reminded me how much I enjoyed screwing him, as we had reclaiming sex. It didn't have the exotic eroticism of doing Harry and company; I had gotten to like performing with guys watching, but it was honest banging, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Life in Iowa with only one lover wasn't the worst thing that could happen to a lady, especially if he was as good as Jax. On the flight back, we enjoyed each other's company, but it wasn't quite the same. I could tell that Jax was a little worried about losing me. I didn't want to lose him, but I had thoroughly enjoyed the thirty-six hours of pretty much constant lovemaking. I didn't think that was the life for me, but a periodic thorough reaming was something that I could enjoy. I was thinking that a week in Vegas with some horny guys would be quite pleasant. We settled back into life on Main Street America, Iowa-style. I was beginning to think about calling Harry for some sort of rendezvous, when Jax brought something home one night. It was a video. One of Jax's friends had found it at an adult erotica store. The cover showed a nude Darlene with Billy and Jake smiling over my shoulders. It was entitled, "Barbie Models for Hubby's Boss." There was no doubt it was me. It looked like I had become an unintentional porn star. "Did you know anything about this?" Jax asked. "No," I emphatically replied. "I knew Harry was taking video, but he assured us that it wouldn't be released commercially." "So, he lied to us?" Jax continued. "It appears so," I admitted. "I'm going to call him and see what he has to say." "Hi, Harry," I opened up our conversation, "This is Barbie, the model." "Oh, Darlene," he replied. At least there was no Barbie who. "I guess I should have warned you. The video was so hot, I couldn't keep it to myself. I didn't think it would get to Iowa. I have to admit, though, it has been very popular." "Did you even consider what this does to me?" I interrogated him. "People here might buy something like this but that won't stop them from thinking and saying that I'm a wanton slut." "Isn't that what you are?" he replied. "You certainly acted like it for a good thirty-six hours. Look, I can get you all of the work you want. Say the word and I'll mail you a plane ticket." I wanted to maintain my righteous anger, but the thought of being nude and on my back in a Vegas suite was appealing. "What are you saying, Harry?" "Of course, I'd like to have you in my suite, but the big picture is that you're a hot property in our industry, I can guarantee you a six-figure income for a few days' work a week." Harry the big talker was in good form. The truth was that the sound of his voice was making me horny. I didn't like the distribution of a video or videos of my nude ass being fucked, yet somehow it didn't seem to be completely terrible. I was feeling the lust I felt the first time he fucked me. I had this conflict between not wanting every man to see me buck naked and it being exciting to think of guys watching me get banged. The day and a half in Harry's suite was the best sex I had ever had. Honestly, if I was there, I would already be undressing. I heard myself asking, "What's your proposal, Harry?" "There are two parts to my proposal," he explained. "Part one is that you stay in my suite, nude most of the time, and on your back a lot of the time. Part two is that you formally work in the industry. I believe that you can easily make over a quarter of a million dollars a year." "The industry is making porn films, right?" I asked. I couldn't believe I was seriously considering going back to Vegas and leaving Iowa and Jax behind. "Yes," Harry replied. "You have two immense talents: No one screws like you do, and you are an excellent porn actress." "So, you would like to take advantage of two of my talents?" I asked him a little sarcastically. "Of course, I would. I think any man would but some of us are more deserving than others. I'm sure there aren't many who can offer over a quarter of a million annually." He continued, "Where should I mail your plane ticket?" I wanted the little house with a picket fence and a baby or two inside, but I also wanted what Harry was offering. Was there a way to get both? All I could do was talk to Jax. It would be a lot to ask him, but I told myself, it would be worse not to ask. If there was a way, it might have Jax in it. I loved Jax, although I didn't love him blindly the way I once did. In my mind, it was possible to love Jax, and still lust for the kind of banging that Harry had provided. It would be easier if I didn't have such a slut drive. I really had enjoyed being enjoyed by three men at the same time. "Jax, we need to talk," I told him that night. I could tell he wasn't happy. He might be even less happy when he heard what I had to say. "What is it, hon?" he asked trying to sound casual. "I talked to Harry. He wants me to come to Vegas and make porn films." I continued, "He says I can easily make a quarter of a million dollars a year or more. I'm considering it, but there's some pieces missing." "What's missing?" Jax asked, with an edge to his voice. "if that's what you want, you should go for it." "I want it, but I want more," I replied. "I want children and a husband that loves me." "You already have that," he informed me, "At least a husband who loves you. I've always thought we would have children; maybe not now but in a few years." "Maybe I'm a selfish bitch, but I want both. I think that I would enjoy the porn star life, but I also want the cottage with a loving husband and babies," I continued. "Is there any way that I can have both?" "You want the public life of a whore and the private life of a mommy, is that it?" Jax inquired. "It does sound like that, doesn't it?" I admitted. "I love you. I enjoy having sex with you. It's just I can't get out of my mind, the pleasures of the time I spent with Harry and his friends." "Once a whore, always a whore, is that it?" Jax gruffly asked. "Maybe, but I've also enjoyed the sweetness of a relationship with you," I informed him. "It's two different lives. It's just that I want both." "What do you think it would be like?" Jax asked. "What would it be like for me? What would it be like for you?" "I could see myself spending a week or ten days in Vegas a month, and the rest of my time here with you." I continued, "I wouldn't make the quarter of a million Harry was talking about, but I would still have you, and like you said earlier, in a few years I could get pregnant, and retire from the porn stuff. I suppose you would be embarrassed that for the price of a CD, anybody could see my naked body and watch me screwing." "I guess there's two things about that. One is I can tell the difference in your lovemaking from before Vegas and after. You were always great; but now you're even better. The other thing is that with regard to the CD's there can be a certain amount of, "Eat your hearts out, guys! That's what I get every night, or at least, every night when you're not in Vegas." I couldn't help myself. "I love you, Jax!" I told him, and impulsively kissed him. "But," Jax interrupted my joy, "while you're in Vegas, I'm sitting here all alone, thinking about you having your pussy used by God only knows who. As a porn star, you're going to have all of your holes used, probably by big black cocks as well as plenty of others. You may even end up making out with other women. I just don't think I could stand that. For me, the only consolation is the big money involved. What worries me is that I think you would actually like the work. You really weren't upset at the preview video Christy sent out with our permissions. I'm beginning to think this is more than I can handle. I'm sorry, Darry. I'm afraid you're going to have to decide between Iowa and Vegas. Maybe you can find a man who wants to be married to a porn star. I don't think I'm that man." I told him, "This isn't sounding like what I want, Jax. I love you. Now, I'm feeling a bit betrayed. You started me off on this path, but now you want to turn your back on me. Am I no longer the woman you love?" I put my hands on his shoulders and faced him. I wanted what I wanted even if it might not be one hundred percent what he wanted. He replied, "I love you, but I don't think I can deal with you becoming a porn star." I kissed him on the mouth. The kiss became a succession of ever deepening kisses. I had forgotten how much I loved this man and loved banging him, which is what we did. Afterward, as I lay in his arms, I asked him if we could come to an agreement. He responded, "What I value most is our togetherness. I just don't think that I can learn to live with you being fucked in public media. I don't think it's the money alone. I think your being a porn star simply doesn't have the attraction for me that it seems to have for you." I could tell that the life I wanted with Jax was slipping away. "I'm sorry, Jax," I apologized. "I didn't know that I had this wanton streak that allows me to enjoy multiple partners at the same time. The truth is that now I feel like I need it." He gave me his life is hard look. I told Harry to send me a ticket. I knew it would piss Jax, but when I came back, horny for his love, and with tons of money, I was confident that I could bring him on board, with our practiced loving, and the new techniques I would learn in my new profession. I was sure that he would miss me while I was gone to Los Angeles, which was the heart of the porn industry, and also Harry's principal place of business. I wasn't surprised that when I got to Harry's suite, I was asked to take my clothes off. I was surprised when he spanked me, not gently. When I complained, he told me, "I'm sure you've been a bad girl, while you were away. That's what this is for." After the immediate pain was gone, I liked the way my buttocks felt. It seemed appropriate that my next torture was to have a dildo thrust into my poor vagina. I got another start when a smaller dildo was inserted in my rectum. Again, I didn't like it at first, but the second sensations were much better. By the end of the week, I was making double penetration videos. Each day, after the video making was over, I spent the night with Harry and often one or more of his friends. I knew I would have to be circumspect about what I told Jax and what stayed in Vegas, or LA. Later I found out what I had gotten myself into. Harry's primary business interest was porn film production. Billy was a porn film cinematographer and Jake was a porn film star. By the time I learned how I had been set up, the die was cast: I was rapidly becoming an established porn star. My first trip lasted ten days, in addition to entertaining Harry and friends, I completed six films. I was optimistic about my return to Iowa when Jax agreed to meet me at the airport. When I greeted him with a big kiss, he seemed less than enthusiastic. He gave me a tight-lipped let's get your luggage. I had more than I left with because of the multiple outfits I acquired in LA, some of them not suitable for general use in Iowa. He didn't grumble about the extra luggage, but once we were on the way home, he told me, "Darlene, I've filed for divorce." This was definitely a setback to my plans. I replied with as much equanimity as I could manage, "I understand, honey. I'm sorry that I have disappointed you. I still want you to reclaim me when we get home. As far as a divorce is concerned, you know that I don't want it, but I feel like I owe it to you to be cooperative. I love you and I've missed you while I was in Los Angeles." My strategy became sugar and sweetness in the face of vinegar and a little vitriol, such as asking if he needed to worry about STD's. He was willing to make love to me in spite of the planned divorce. Rather than the embarrassment of being served, I went to his attorney's office with my attorney and signed the papers. I had more assets and more income, so we split the assets 50/50 and agreed to no maintenance. His share of my earnings as an actress meant that he would be comfortable, and he could keep the store out of financial trouble. He was able to use some of the divorce settlement to increase his interest in the store to almost forty percent. I continued coming back to Iowa and sleeping with Jax on approximately two-week intervals, but I was gradually forced to accept that it was over with Jax. After the divorce was final, I only came back once. Intermittently I had a PI give me a report on what was going on with him. He established liaisons with several women. He seemed to have an active night life, but never seemed to settle on one woman, which was good from my point-of-view. Although I missed having Jax's love, I was very successful on two fronts, my career as a porn queen was going great guns, and I was able to find substantial solace in the sensuality of LA night life. I found that I thoroughly enjoyed the eroticism of double penetrations and gangbangs limited to ten or twelve participants. Given a choice, I would take a large cock, but I found smaller sizes to be quite enjoyable as well. I became a true slut in that my off nights were when I only had one partner in bed. I loved the hedonism of Los Angeles, including poolside orgies and other extreme forms of sexual pleasure. On my thirty-fourth birthday I retired from porn filmmaking. In almost five years, I had saved over two million dollars. I planned to use most of it for my unborn children's education and their start of adult life. Of course, there were no guarantees that I would have any children. My preference was that Jax be the father with or without wedlock. I had kept up with him. He had never formed a serious relationship, and I was hoping that with retirement from both the porn industry and my hedonistic LA lifestyle, he would agree to be the father of my children and possibly to resume our marital relationship. I was hopeful that he was still carrying a torch for me; I knew very well the converse was true. For me, it was like my desire to resume a life with Jax was greater than at any time since our split. He still lived in our old house. It was after midnight and the house was dark when I arrived. I tried my key. It still worked. I crept up the stairs to the master bedroom. He was sleeping peacefully in our old bed. My mind was in a quandary. I knew what I wanted, but I wasn't sure in what order to proceed. I decided to take my clothes off, and then turn the light on and wake him up. If he just plain didn't want me, he could still refuse. He was a little confused when he woke up, "Darry, is that you?" I replied, "Jax, honey, I have come home to you. All the Vegas and LA stuff is history. I want you to make love to me." He didn't immediately reject me, so I leaned over and kissed him on the lips, shortly, sticking my tongue between his lips. When he embraced me, I felt like I had him. I played with his manhood briefly and then pulled off his undershorts. He seemed more than ready for me. I knew I was ready for him, so I slid his cock into my love canal. "Oh, Jax. I've missed this so much. I love you, baby." It felt fantastic. I think it was better than our honeymoon all those years ago. He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it also. I had a fantastic climax, and then resumed thrusting myself onto his lovely organ of joy. It felt so good. As I felt the first spurts of his ejaculation, I had another incredible orgasm. "Oh, baby," I cried out, "It was so good." We held each other while our breathing became somewhat closer to normal. He asked, "What's this all about, Darry?" I told him, "I've retired from everything LA and Vegas. I've come back to you, if you'll have me. If nothing else, I want you to knock me up. I think I love you now more than ever before. At least give me tonight. I love you so much, sweetheart!" He replied, "I hate to say it, Darry, but I've missed you. For sure, I can give you tonight; we'll have to talk some more in the morning." I said, "Agreed," and began to clean him up and prepare him for my next penetration. It was one of the best nights ever. I wore a tee to breakfast while he wore his undershorts. We worked together to prepare breakfast, interrupted by frequent hugs and caresses. After a delicious breakfast, we could hardly contain our lust for each other's bodies. Somehow, we made it up the stairs and back to the master bedroom. We were nude and at third base before we got to the bed. The session that followed was comparable to the night before. We drifted off to sleep and woke up around two in the afternoon. After a quickie, only one orgasm for me, we dressed and went out for some KC-style barbeque. We discussed what was happening while working on some delicious ribs. Jax said, "This seems like a dream come true. What's going on, Darry?" I told him, "My dream is to be back with you. If you don't want to remarry me, that's okay. If you don't want to live with me, I can live with that. But sweetheart, I want your seed to impregnate me. I want more than one of your children, and I want it to be with your sperm. I still love you, and if you want me, I'm all yours. If you don't want all of me, then you can have what you want. As long as we're together at least part of the time, I'm yours exclusively. I've lived the wild life that I wanted to live. Now I'm ready for the picket fence part, with you being as much a part of it as you want. I wanted to have the two different lives at the same time, now I'm going for having them serially. Whatever part of me you want, it's yours." Jax replied, "You can stay at the house. I think you shouldn't move into the master yet, although I would enjoy you sleeping there, at least part of the time, including tonight. I think that's as far as I'm willing to go for now. I'm glad you're back, but I'm also finding our future together a little scary. Are you sure you want me to knock you up?" I told him, "That's fantastic, Jax, and about the knocking up part, I'm completely sure." We went back to the master bed, and the afternoon sex was even better than the morning. I moved my clothes into the guest bedroom and my body into the master. We became very serious about him impregnating me. A few days after my thirty-fifth birthday I presented Jax with his first son. Another son and two daughters followed in the next four years. After the fourth child, we decided to have my tubes tied. He had finally gotten his store on track and while I was enjoying being a porn star he had opened a second store in a different, but nearby, small city. It was also profitable, and I invested in his business a sufficient amount for him to open a third store, in another nearby small city. It gave me an interest of almost sixteen percent, which meant that Jax and I together had a controlling interest. For at least five years, I continued to get offers to come out of my porn star retirement, but I turned them all down. As I became an older mother I became more of a family-oriented homebody. I was getting enough action from Jax to keep me sexually satisfied most of the time. I was happy for my videos to gradually drop out of circulation. My elementary student kids don't need some other kid teasing them about what a whore their mother was or is. Finally, on my forty-second birthday, Jax embarrassed me by proposing to me at a fairly large restaurant. In spite of the applause of the other restaurant-goers, the manager insisted that we break our embrace and return to our seats. We considered changing the names of our children but finally decided not to, so they kept my maiden name, which was what I had selected at birth, even though Jax was the acknowledged father. Our lives together were a bit boring to an outsider, but I had come very close to losing my Jax, and every day we spent together was exciting and pleasure-filled enough for me, even though it was very different from the hedonistic life I had lived during my years in LA. There were two things that were very fortunate in my life. One was that I was able to live two completely different lifestyles. The other was that Jax was willing to take me back after I cut all my ties to the Los Angeles/Las Vegas scene, even though it took him around seven years to fully reinstate me as his wife, following the five year separation after our divorce.

	Posted on : Apr 28, 2025

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