"Happy anniversary," I announce, bringing in a tray with breakfast for my wife.
She sat up and flashed that smile that always set my pulse racing. I lean over to put the tray on the bed for her and, taking advantage when my hands are full, she grabs my t-shirt and kisses me on the neck, lingering there for a moment.
"Hey," i jokingly protest. "Don't tease when I can't do anything about it, we have to be up and going."
She laughs "That's the whole point of teasing," throwing the quilt aside revealing her glorious naked body. I stop to take in this perfect piece of artwork, crafted by master masons to whom I owed eternal gratitude. Her skin is light as porcelain, her long ginger hair falling onto her shoulders. She is short and petite and, as the saying goes, good things come in small packages and boy, is that ever accurate when it comes to her. As she eats I get her back by kissing her stomach and licking along her side, between hips and ribs, something that I knew drove her crazy.
She shivers a little "Now who's not being fair?" she calls after me as I leave the room to quickly put our bags in the car.
We had an evening planned of visiting places we used to go when we were dating, including the restaurant where I had proposed, before a night of dancing and a hotel overlooking the river. Unfortunately first, she had to go to work this morning to finish a project.
I'm sure any other time, having to go to work on your anniversary would be disappointing but her job is different. She works as a film director and, after the studio she worked in shut down due to the pandemic, she struggled to find work. For a laugh, she had applied for a director's role at a porn studio and, much to her shock, got the job. She is now an award winning director and is apparently one of the best in her field. I couldn't be more proud of her achievements and found I had benefits to her career too. Our sex life before had been fantastic, but now she came home often with new ideas of things to try or just incredibly horny.
Only Monday I had come home from work and she had come running out onto the driveway, pulled my door open and dragged me into the back of the car, where we had ripped each other's clothes off and made mad, passionate love, with no fear that people may have seen us. We couldn't have cared less or probably wouldnt have even noticed if anyone had, joking that we wanted people to see us having sex and what a turn on it would be.
With that happy memory, I loaded our bags into the car and turned to go back in the house, dropping my keys. As I knelt to pick them up, a pair of black boots appear in front of me. My eyes move up slowly, taking in the knee high black boots, light blue business skirt and white blouse with blue jacket and she smiles down at me.
"Ready?" She asks, jumping in the car, while I stayed knelt with my mouth open.
She's driving us both to her work, then I'm going to take the car, check into the hotel and get the room ready for her to arrive, flowers, chocolate, everything. I love her with all of my soul and always try to make sure she knows how much she means to me. As we pull up to the studio, I lean across to kiss her goodbye, kissing her ruby lips and holding longer, putting my hand on her chin to kiss deeper. She goes to get out the car but stops. She turns to me and says "I don't want to spend anytime without you today, come in with me."
She doesn't wait for an answer but takes the keys out the car and starts to walk to the building, so I jump out the car and follow her in.
We go up to reception and a young lady greets us, jumping up and hugging my wife. She looks exactly like you would expect a porn receptionist, with a short black shirt and white shirt with top button undone, a lock of her raven hair falling over her face. My wife gestures to me and says "Cheryl, this is my husband."
She looks at me and a huge, broad smile spreads across her face. "Wow, it's great to meet you, finally. We've all heard so much about you."
"Nothing too bad, I hope?" I reply laughing.
"Oh no," she replies "All very, very good." giggling and handing us both security passes, waving towards a big set of double doors. We walk through a corridor with lots of doors and, we walk.
I smile to my wife "So.... very, very good?"
She laughs "What, don't tell me you thought we didn't talk about that at work? Especially working here? Don't get big headed about it though."
The room we enter is a small studio, with lights, cameras and a folding table with a large claret tablecloth all facing a large brown leather sofa. People were milling about and, seemingly unnoticed by anyone else were a naked man and woman sitting to the side, both with incredible physiques. Aware my wife was standing next to me, I tried desperately not to stare as someone announced "Director here, prep ready everyone."
"Hey everyone," my wife called out, sitting behind the table then taking my hand and guiding me to the chair next to her and putting her hand on my thigh under the table.
"Ok!" she called "Short one today, we're just finishing the final scene. Places please." The cameras light up and the actress kneels in front of the man, holding his already rigid cock in her hand.
"Have I worked off my debt?" she asks.
He pulls her to her feet and declares "Not yet," pushing her gently back, her legs falling over the arm of the sofa.
