THE AUDITION
Fiona had seen the videos, so she was not surprised by what eventually happened. Over the years, she had watched lots of videos, sometimes with her husband but more often alone, with her fingers between her legs. Until recently her inclination to watch porn on her cell phone while masturbating had been one of her few well-kept sexual secrets.
All of that had changed several weeks ago when Patrick came home unexpectedly and found her splayed on their bed with one hand fingering her pussy and the other holding the screen. She was deep into it when he stopped just short of the bedroom door. She was moaning urgently as she peered into a loud video of a couple grinding into each other. She was turned away from the door and failed to notice him because of the sound from the video and her own loud moaning.
He stood slightly back from the door frame and watched as she squirmed under the pressure of a finger on her clit as her tits heaved in rhythm. On the verge of orgasm, she thrust her pelvis off the bed and into her fingers. It was at that moment that Patrick chose to announce his presence by moving to the side of the bed, grabbing a thigh in each hand and burying his face into her pussy. She was startled at first to see him home in the middle of the day but did not resist when he pushed her legs apart and slid his tongue between her labia, and in a moment carefully over her clitoris.
Fiona moaned more loudly now and in a moment she was tumbling toward a crashing climax. "Yes! Yes! Ohhhh.....just...like...THAT!!"
She shook violently in little waves of convulsion. Once. Twice. Three times. Then she collapsed in exhaustion, rolling into a little ball on her side. Fiona panted. "Thank you," she said. Several times, her thighs clenched involuntarily. "How long have you been there?"
"Ever since you started sucking his cock."
Patrick's pronoun selection was not lost on his wife. She had had been watching a favorite video of a couple fondling and then fucking each other on a kitchen table. Each of them understood the significance. Fiona had long since told him about an escapade right after her divorce when she seduced a man at the beginning of a summer spent wildly fucking each other.
One of their trysts had been on a kitchen table where Fiona splayed nude waiting for him. Before they fucked, the man's cock was even with Fiona's mouth. She had only to turn slightly in order to take it into her mouth. Shortly, he was between her legs, slamming into her as she held on the edges of the table.
When she told Patrick the story, Fiona had been cagey, claiming that the episode had been at a "friend's house." Almost immediately though he started piecing together a timeline and realized that she had fucked the man on her parents' kitchen table while housesitting for them.
Patrick never said anything about his suspicions but when Fiona seduced him on the same table while they were checking the house during her parents' annual vacation, his suspicions were confirmed. Whether it was a matter of comparison shopping or satisfying herself that she had offered herself to her husband in the same way she had done with another man, Patrick's suspicions were confirmed. Afterwards he never ate so much as a piece of candy there without thinking about his wife thrashing around on her place at the table.
It did not surprise him then that Fiona had hunted up a kitchen table sex video to accompany her masturbation. She long ago admitted to him that she sometimes thought about the man's enormous cock as she brought herself off. The thought didn't bother him because they had each been forthcoming about former lovers and their identical impulses toward self-pleasure.
"You should have announced yourself?" she rasped.
"And miss seeing you fuck him," Patrick said. "Was it as good this time as the first?"
"Um. No." she mumbled vaguely. They lay in silence for a moment.
Finally, Patrick said: "I am sorry about the way things have been recently."
Fiona squeezed his arms lovingly but remained silent.
A serious operation had left him impotent for months and the two-to-three-year recovery window frustrated each of them. It was cruel irony after more two decades of a marriage animated with frequent and intense sexual pleasure.
"Do the videos help some?"
"Mmmmm," Fiona replied quietly.
More silence before Patrick spoke again. "I know you need more," he said finally. "Maybe you should do something about it."
Fiona's head had cleared, and she was startled by the comment. After a pause, she replied, "You know that I would never cheat on you."
"It's not cheating if it is transactional," Patrick ventured. Fiona turned to face him.
"No, I am not hiring an escort either, if that is what you mean."
"I don't mean that. What I meant was that you always said that you wondered what it was like to perform in one of these videos. Based upon our own private efforts, you seem to have talent in front of the camera." They each laughed softly.
"Don't be ridiculous," Fiona said in a moment. "I can wait."
They dozed in each other's arms. When Patrick awoke, he was alone, and he heard the sound of a running shower. Intending to give her privacy, he lifted himself out of the bed and moved to their study where he lost himself in a book until he heard Fiona stirring in the kitchen.
She joined him in a moment, a drink in each hand. Handing a glass to Patrick, Fiona settled on the couch, catlike.
"You can't be serious," she said after a moment.
"About what?" Patrick replied.
"About me...in a video." She dipped her head bashfully.
Patrick eyed her, carefully considering his reply. Finally, he said, "Fiona, we have always agreed that your body was your body. And I know the score as well as you do. It is inhuman to ask that you wait three years for something that has been as automatic with us as breathing.
"I guess it would be easy to bless an affair until I recover and can do my part again. The problem is, something like that would go beyond just sex and we would each need to deal with the inevitable emotional entanglements. I would be terrified of losing you."
Fiona did not reply.
"That leaves us with paying for sex or being paid for sex." The words were startling for him to say and for her to hear.
"What I meant was that a video would only be about performance. And performance is what you need right now."
Fiona stared at him and said, "So how does something like that happen?"
"I think I know someone who can help," Patrick replied, ending the conversation.
Two weeks later, they were in the car headed to a nearby city. Fiona was visibly nervous. Patrick seemed at ease.
"Are you sure it will be safe?" she asked.
"Well, it was interesting to act as your agent for all of this, but yes, I am satisfied that it is safe."
"And you will be waiting outside the room the entire time if it turns out wrong?"
Patrick smiled. "Yes. The whole time. I just can't bring myself to listen."
For the tenth time, he reassured her.
Yes, he knew the man, an acquaintance from Bohemian days when he was a professional photographer. Yes, the man is discrete. Yes, he will use a condom. Yes, she will control how far to go. Yes, she will have the final say on whether the film will end up on the internet. No, the man did not know that Patrick was married to "the talent."
They rode the rest of the way in silence. An hour later, they were checking into a hi-rise hotel. The taping was in a room on the 20
th
floor. Fiona waited in the lobby while Patrick collected their bags and went to the room to finalize the business details.
