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Athena in the Porn Studio
by Silver Dragon (silver-dragon@bookandpoems.com)

***

A husband discovers that his wife leads a second life, 
- in a porn film studio. He follows her and finds her 
as she is groaning through a climax. (MF, voy, cheat)

***

Jealousy and suspicion are terrible diseases and I 
fervently hope that I am now cured. I know when the 
cure happened. I can tell you the exact date and even 
the time of day when I was cured. I remember it 
vividly.

Telling my story makes me uncomfortable because it 
brings up memories I would rather leave buried. I don't 
like to hold up the faults in my character for everyone 
to see. But I also feel that I have an obligation to 
relate the happenings of that fateful day in the hope 
that some fellow sufferers, who like me, are afflicted 
with these diseases, can learn from my experience.

My wife and I had met on a beach in the Caribbean ten 
years ago during spring break. We spent a few pleasant 
days together before she had to return to Northwestern 
to finish her last year of college.

I flew back to Phoenix and started writing my 
dissertation.

She had given me her address where she stayed and I 
wrote her an old fashioned letter that I had to mail in 
an old fashioned envelope since I had failed to get her 
e-mail address. I had an e-mail from her two days 
later. After a few chats on the Internet our 
relationship became more serious and we chatted every 
evening. Neither of us had much time, so our chats had 
to be kept short.

What came next was inevitable. We became man and wife 
two days after I landed my job with Biogen Research. 
Since I had to start my job immediately we spent our 
honeymoon at home, mostly on our Queen sized bed, 
acting like rabbits after a hunger strike. I was afraid 
that our neighbors might complain about the shrieks and 
loud moans, the AAHHHs and the MY GODs that 
reverberated around our walls. My wife is very vocal.

I couldn't get enough of her. She is such a vivacious, 
happy bundle of energy. She is always bathed in a cloud 
of sensuousness, a cloud that says 'here I am and I 
promise delights'. She always is flirty in the presence 
of a male of any size or age, although she herself is 
not aware of that, it is just part of her nature. Her 
parents had named her after a Greek Goddess, Athena. 
They couldn't have been more right.

I love to listen to her, no matter what she is talking 
about. Her voice is fairly low for a slim, petite girl, 
and it has a certain sexy huskiness to it that causes 
most males to notice their hormones going on alert. 
Surprisingly, she even manages to be liked by the 
majority of the tender sex we meet, although there are 
a few who want no part of her. I think that is just 
mostly envy.


Before we married we did have many discussions about 
the HOWs in our marriage. She made it quite clear that 
she believed in having riles, almost laws as it turned 
out. But they were benign and they made sense to me. I 
was just not used to having them presented as 
forcefully by a female as she did. I come from a world 
where men and women were called equal, except that men 
were more equal than women. I have changed, though.

I should give you an example or two of what I am 
talking about. 

"In my house dirty clothes and socks belong into the 
hamper, not discarded on the floor;" she explained, 
"and all lights should be switched off if the room is 
not used. No use throwing away money."

I had no problem with these or the others she 
presented. As I said, I was just not used to the 
confident way of hers.

"There is one item about which I have especially strong 
feelings," she stated. "We are going to have our meals 
together, not separate, even if we might feel hurried. 
Meals should be a relaxing, pleasant time, and 
therefore I will set the table properly, sometimes 
maybe with a candle in the middle for dinner. I love 
you and I want as much time with you as possible. We 
have only one lifetime together and I want to make 
every moment count." I agreed with her wholeheartedly.

As time went on I grew more and more fond of her rile 
of getting up a few minutes earlier in the morning to 
have a leisurely breakfast together instead of wolfing 
it down my breakfast and running off with just a peck 
on the cheek.

About a month ago, on a Saturday, I surprised her in 
the kitchen in the morning while she was setting the 
table for breakfast. Athena had spread a new tablecloth 
I had not seen before. Its color was a cross of dark 
red and wine and contrasted nicely with the white 
carnations in their black on black vase. 

The moment she finished her last minute table 
inspection I stepped behind her. I snaked my arms 
around her waist and brought my hands up to cup her 
tits. Athena needs no bra, does not like a bra and will 
not wear one. I share her dislike for bras, and not 
just on Athena.

I could feel her shiver slightly when my fingernails 
lightly scratched her nipples, teasing the little buds 
through the thin material of her blouse. I knew how it 
felt; she had done it to me more than once. She always 
enjoys my hands on her tits. I prefer the small ones 
over the large variety, as long as they are firm and 
sensitive. I judge Athena's to be a small B cup, but 
are they ever sensitive. She seems to be blessed with a 
double dose of nerve endings. 

I continued to knead them the way she likes it, 
alternating between just lightly, then more forcefully, 
and then softly again. After I released her tits, I 
gave my fingers free reign again to roam. They decided 
to run around her nipples in small circles. Her nipples 
were fully erect by now and small noises of pleasure 
came from between Athena's lips. She had clenched her 
teeth but she still made strange sounding noises.

My right hand slid unhurriedly down her belly to land 
on the spot where I thought her clit was. The sounds 
changed, which told me that I had arrived at the right 
location. I pressed down on it, and then relaxed the 
pressure, repeating my maneuvers until I judged it time 
to do away with what was between my hand and my target.

I moved the straps of her dress off her shoulders, 
letting it fall to the floor. I did not have to tell 
her to spread her legs a little; she did it for me 
unconsciously. My middle finger soon found the entrance 
and pressed forward. She was well lubricated by now and 
after a short time I added another finger. She was now 
breathing heavy and fast. Her moans were loud enough to 
signal her pleasure to the world.

It was time to have breakfast, I was getting hungry. 
When I turned her to face me her arms at once moved 
behind my neck and my head was pulled down to make our 
lips meet. Her tongue snaked out to demand entrance and 
probed the inside of my mouth. It was a hot, wet, fiery 
wake-up kiss. When we finally broke I too was breathing 
hard.

Before she could do anything else to me I had picked 
her up and sat her on the edge of the table. My left 
hand moved the flowers out of the way while my right 
hand pushed her body down to lie on the table. Placing 
my hands behind her knees I lifted them up and apart to 
give me more access to my target. Her pussy was now 
just where I wanted it, at the edge of the table.

I remembered Athena once telling me that it is poor 
manners to eat one's meal standing up. So I pulled over 
a chair and sat down in front of my inviting low 
calorie breakfast. I spread her legs a bit farther to 
give me even better access, then lowered my head. But 
instead of saying a prayer I fastened my lips on her 
pussy, allowing my tongue to wiggle about inside her. 
That brought forth he first shrieks of the day.

It also brought forth the first real flow of her sweet 
pussy juices for me to lap up. Hers are as sweet as 
ambrosia and I can never get enough of her elixir. But 
it was time to move north a little and let my tongue 
swipe over that little button of hers, much to her 
delight. The little shrieks were now replaced with 
hoarse, guttural AAHHHs. I let her enjoy my tongue for 
a few minutes while it visited and probed all over.

Now it was me who had to take a few deep breaths to get 
my breasting back to normal. It was then that I noticed 
my prick calling for equal time. I felt a bit cramped 
anyway after bowing low for so long. At any rate, I had 
had my breakfast, it was time to stand. As I stood up I 
noticed that my prick was standing up also and I 
honored his request for equal time. He marched forward 
and entered her without hesitation. 

Athena made some gurgling sounds before starting with 
more forceful AAAHHHs. I pulled back some and then 
moved in again. We kept playing that game, speeding up 
after each stroke, till I was afraid that the table 
might collapse under her, it was shaking so hard. But 
it was Athena who collapsed with wails and flailing 
arms, first stiffening, then arching her back, while 
giving her best imitation of several air raid sirens 
going full blast.

The whole girl then went limp like a discarded rag 
doll. When she finally sat up she starred at me for a 
few moment until her eyes could focus properly again. 

"You ate breakfast without me," she chided me. "Well, 
what's good for the gander is also good for the goose. 
She was off the table in a flash and a moment later was 
on her knees with my prick firmly imprisoned in her 
mouth. She had no time for niceties this morning and 
went right to work to convince me to serve her the 
bleakest to which she was entitled. I came with a 
vengeance, making my thigh muscles tighten almost 
painfully. My knees went soft and I felt my body 
stiffening. She wanted every drop and kept milking me 
till I had to stop her.

Athena took her shower first and then went downstairs 
to put the finishing touches on the more conventional 
breakfast.  I had just returned to our bedroom after my 
shower when the phone rang. I picked up the receiver 
and brushed my hair out of my face. It seemed that my 
wife and I had picked up the phone at exactly the same 
time.

"Is the line clear?" I heard a male voice asking 
Athena.

Her answer came in a low voice. "Yes, it is. My husband 
is taking a shower right now and then he will dress, so 
we have a minute or two. But hurry, I don't want him to 
catch me talking to a porn film studio."

"OK," came the answer. "We want you here at eleven 
tomorrow. You and I do the main scene. The one on that 
king sized bed that you said you would like to have at 
home. We have a guy from a major studio come over. He 
is looking for someone to do some really steamy scenes. 
We told him about you and how you really get into your 
roles, so he wants to watch you do your stuff. I 
suggest you already wear your slutty miniskirt outfit 
with heels while driving to the studio. That will get 
you half way into your role before you even start. See 
you at eleven, Babe."

"Thanks, Hon. I am glad it's you and me together, I can 
hardly wait. Bye, Hunk."

I sat down on the bed and I think I was shaking when I 
finally replaced the receiver in its cradle. My wife a 
porn star? Wear your slutty miniskirt outfit, he had 
said. I didn't think she had such clothes. Wouldn't I 
have seen them before? Well, no, not if she was hiding 
them. She probably does, after all, she is even hiding 
another life. And me believing that she is in Sales. 
Being in Sales seems to be true, though, selling 
herself.

I took a long time getting dressed, but when I came 
down for breakfast I was composed and acted normally.

That afternoon I took time off to rent a car. I was 
determined to follow her tomorrow to the porn film 
studio where she worked and see for myself. Since I 
drive a silver colored Ford I chose a car with a 
different color, which I left in the parking lot where 
I work I was sure she wouldn't be able to spot me. 

The next morning I worked till ten thirty, then drove 
home and parked a half a block from my house, on the 
opposite side of the street. My anger increased with 
every minute I had to sit in my car watching my garage. 
It opened at ten thirty and I was in luck, she turned 
left, I didn't have to make a U-turn. I stayed a safe 
distance back and then almost ran into her when I did 
not pay attention. She had slowed down to turn into a 
perking lot behind a big nondescript old building in 
the industrial district.

I followed slowly and parked three rows from her. She 
walked to the back entrance with her usual sway of her 
hips. This was a sexy picture in front of my eyes and 
despite my anger I felt a stirring in my loins as I 
watched this beautiful and exciting creature in her 
miniskirt crossing the parking lot. The heels did 
wonders to her long, sexy legs and the twitching 
increased. I had to remind myself that I was not here 
to admire feminine pulchritude.

I was debating with myself what to do next but after 
ten minutes I still had not come up with a definite 
plan.

Find her by chance in this big building? 
    Out of the question, I don't even have a name.
Ask a front desk clerk or receptionist?
    He or she will ask what I am here for. Forget it.
Walk around in the building and find a movie set?
    And get arrested for trespassing or as a "Peeping 
Tom'?
Wait until she returns?
    That you can do in comfort at home.

I finally decided I should take a chance. I had noticed 
that the windows at the east end of the building had 
all been blocked off. If there was a movie set here 
that would be the logical place. Since the back door 
was not locked I entered there and turned into the 
nearest hallway leading to the east end of the 
building.

There the hallway turned left. After just three steps I 
stopped, I thought I had heard Athena's unmistakable 
voice. It came from a door with a red sign that said DO 
NOT ENTER - STUDIO IN USE. A few quiet steps later I 
stood next to the door, straining to listen to the 
muffled sounds coming from the studio. 

These were sounds I was familiar with. They were the 
same sounds that came from our bedroom when my 
sweetheart was in the throes of ecstasy. I could hear 
Athena's voice rising in volume. "Yes... Yes... Now! 
Fuck me hard! Oh god... Yes! Harder! I want all of 
you!"

She carried on as she always does with me when she is 
really excited. She definitely was excited now. 

Just then a door to my left opened and a woman stepped 
into the hallway. When she saw me she looked me over 
for two, three seconds and then approached me.

"Can I help you find the office you are looking for," 
she asked in a low voice.

"Oh no, I am waiting for my wife," I answered.

She smiled at me warmly. "Knowing Athena I am surprised 
that she told you where she worked occasionally. Well, 
the money is good and you two can probably use it." She 
turned and walked away.

I returned to listening just in time as Athena's voice 
rose one level to cry out her climax, a climax that 
lasted almost twice as long as with me. When her 
shrieks had subsided I heard her talking to her lover, 
but I could not make out what was said.

I wondered if it would not be better to drive home. I 
could wait for her there to come home. She would come 
into the house from the garage not expecting to see me 
home. I pictured her freezing in shock, standing in the 
doorway, looking slutty and sexy in her miniskirt. No, 
I said to myself, don't let your anger and jealousy 
drive her away, you do love her.

I finally decided to take the plunge and at least crack 
the door open an inch and observe. I turned the handle 
and the door opened wide on its own and I was face to 
face with Athena. She was leaving the set and was 
animatedly talking to a male companion on her left. She 
did not see me until she had bumped into me hard.

By reflex her mouth opened for an apology, but no sound 
came out. We stood for a split second pressed to each 
other before I took a step back leaving her standing in 
the doorway just staring at me with big, round eyes. 
Her next reaction was a laugh that could be heard 
through the entire building. And after she had 
collected herself she kissed me hard and then 
introduced me to Hunk, her co worker. 

He shook my hand and congratulated me for having such a 
talented wife who could supply any voice-over the 
studio needed.

END

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