A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... doesn't make any sense!"

"What do you mean?" I asked. "It's a porn. There's going to be sex in porn. What doesn't make sense?"

"Not that. It's that they're extorting her, bribing her, in effect, nearly raping her, but she just happily jumps into bed with them. No woman would do that," Mary concluded.

"I dunno," I answered, "maybe she's really attracted to them and just needs the excuse to push her over the line."

"No! It doesn't happen that way, darn sure wouldn't happen with me."

"God, you look sexy in that," I said. The little midnight blue teddy was fabulous. My balls ached a little bit from overuse, but it was a condition I was happy to tolerate, or perhaps even worsen.

"Eat me while you read the script," I asked.

"God Mark! You're insatiable!" she complained.

"God Mary! You're insatiable!" I answered, and she howled in laughter before kneeling to the side, lowering my boxers and taking my cock gently in her mouth.

"Have you decided what you waaaaant to do?" I asked.

"No," Mary replied, briefly separating herself from my cock, "if you'd asked me yesterday afternoon when I was with you and Markus, I'd have said start the cameras rolling, I was that hot. But I woke up in the middle of the night thinking of all 99 reasons I shouldn't, and now I'm in a flux. Probably over-analyzing it."

"I don't think you can over-analyze something this big," I told her, "but, I do have an idea. Let's just go have fun like last night, see what Vegas has to ...

... offer. If we get away from this thing for a while, you'll probably get some clarity."

I pulled the script out Mary's hands and my cock from her mouth, looked her in the eyes and said "I want you to know that I am absolutely fine with whatever you choose. If you want to book a flight home right now, we'll do it and not one word of criticism from me, but if you choose to, it won't change how I feel about you, not one bit.

Now, let's get some breakfast and do Vegas things. I want to see if the Bell captain was able to get us Aerosmith tickets. "We gon' play like ma and pa kettle cut loose in sin city."

Mary laughed. "Sounds good, you're getting bathing suit #2 today."

"I was partial to #1," I admitted, "I can't imagine #2 improving on that."

It was red. Dark ruby red with ruffles along the cups on top and the backside, but just as daring as the little neon blue number, and a real eye-catcher if the reactions of the poolside crowd were given credit. We lounged, read, relaxed, and talked.

After a short while at the pool, Mary said, "If I do this, I want some agreements in advance between us."

"Okaayyyy???," I said laughing. "Leave it for my analytical wife to negotiate the rules of doing a porn,"

"In writing," she replied, unrelenting.

"Okay," I repeated, "I've been keeping my word with you for 23 years, but ok."

"It's not that, I just want to avoid any misunderstanding, for something like this,"

Mary opened her laptop, then thought better of it. I ...