A new career
This is 100% fiction!
None of it is real!
Any similarity to real people living or dead, is a total coincidence.
(Not counting the mention of one former porn starlet.)
In this parallel universe there are no STDs to worry about.
We have them, so don't try this at home.
Also, since their Old Testament and most other ancient religious writings had stories of fathers making their daughters pregnant, incest, while not actually encouraged, was also not illegal!
The laws HERE are not so kind.
All characters, engaged in sexual activity, are 18-years old or older. Although this could logically fit into several of the story categories on Literotica, I have told the powers that be to put it into the incest/taboo category.
Why?
Because they seem to think that if there is ANY incest in it, how ever slight, that is where it must go.
I chose not to fight that battle.
Lastly, I extend heartfelt thanks and appreciation to fellow author LexxRuthless for his valuable efforts to edit my story.
If it is one that you like, he gets the thanks for making it a much better story.
If you think it is a piece of crap, then I get all the blame for dreaming it up in the first place.
As they say, 'You can put lipstick on a pig, but it is still a pig!'
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Five stars are gratefully appreciated, ones grudgingly, as long as they are honest votes.
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Hey, how ya doing? I'm doing pretty damn good, thanks for asking. My name is Amos, and I'm a lucky guy to be retired at the age of 60. Sold my business last year for tons of money and am set for life. Several of them actually. My bride of the last 37 years is still an active woman, but since menopause she has less sexual desire than that of a dead and semi-truck tire flattened skunk. Trust me, that isn't very much.
For at least the last seven years, I have been lucky to get in a fuck once a month. And it isn't great sex; it's, at best, four minutes long after she gives me a so-so blowjob to make me hard. Since that only takes about a minute because I'm so horny, the whole thing is hardly worth the effort. But my balls certainly are happy about it.
Just the other night, and right after the first quick fuck in five weeks, Peg, my wife, said, "I wish you hadn't sold your company. Now you are under foot all the time and seem to want sex every second. I think you should get another job. Anything, just to take the pressure off of me."
Well, that shocked the hell out of me. Sure, I was horny. Make that, I AM horny! I'm in great shape, especially for my age. (I weigh 185, same as when I graduated college at 20, 6'2" and I'm lots stronger than I look.) Just because my hair turned white and my trimmed beard is salt and pepper grey, that doesn't mean there isn't a fire in the furnace. I looked down at her (my softening dick was still in her cum filled cunt) and asked, "And just what kind of a job should I get?" Hey, it's her idea, might as well ask it.
"Good grief, Amos, I don't fucking care," she literally snarled at me. "Just find any fucking job you might like and do it! You seem good at everything. Now would you get out of me so I can clean up your mess?"
What's a guy to do when his wife says a thing like that? Yup, I pulled out and moved as she quickly headed to the bathroom.
That was five days ago, a Saturday evening. Next morning, I stepped outside in my PJs and picked up the Sunday paper, then went in and started reading through every category in the 'help wanted' section. We live in the LA area, so that means it took quite a while.
I was surprised at all the ads for potential porn actors and actresses. Never even thought that they might advertise like that. I figured most of them were just guys trying to con a hopeful but naΓ―ve girl into fucking them for free at the 'audition'. And there was an overwhelming number of ads for massage (wink, wink) services. Later I tossed the paper aside after not seeing anything that really tripped my trigger. Peg grabbed it and walked off looking it over while I stepped outside and started cleaning our pool.
Two hours later (I took my time and enjoyed the morning sun) I was just putting everything away when Peg stepped out and said, "You need to check this one out!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah, it's right up your alley. I circled it in red." And then she dropped the paper onto our patio table and went back inside. I grabbed a beer out of our outdoor fridge, then sat down to look at that ad.
I started taking a sip of my beer as I looked at the ad, then I nearly spewed it out! The circled ad read: 'Elderly man in reasonable shape needed for adult films. No experience needed.' And then it gave a phone number. After I got over my shock, I read the ad again, if only to make certain there was only one ad within that circle.
After I finished my beer I walked back inside and Peg looked up and asked, "Well, did you make the call?"
"It's Sunday!"
"Porn doesn't care."
"How the fuck would you know?"
"Just guessing," she said, giving me one of her patented looks that told me to do something. "Just go make the call," she added.
I did. The phone was answered by a sweet voiced female who sounded very professional. In minutes I had an interview set up for Monday afternoon at 1 PM.