Note: The few comments, mostly cruel (not to mention my worst scores by far) make me think my story doesn't work. I guess I should have said "future porn director" in the first chapter or something so as not to disappoint. Oh well. I do think this is still a romance, focusing on Joe's love for Jill. Those that keep reading, I hope you find some enjoyment in it. Those that hate it, please don't be too insulting. I don't write this shit and post it to be called a fucktard.---maxicue
Chapter Seven
Our Twentieth Valentine's Day
Thirteen Valentine's Days later, a new millennium had begun. A major change had been feared but didn't happen. Same with my home life.
"I'm ready for my cute guy, Mr. Solomon," Jill said to me the morning of our celebratory day. I knew who. We had met him a week before at the AFVA awards where I had been awarded the old man Lifetime Achievement award.
"Really?" I asked while studying my reaction. Less jealousy than I thought I would feel and more relief. Relief for the fairness of it.
I had been fucking other women from the beginning of our relationship. Not since I had stopped acting, or at least my cock had stopped participating in my films or other films seven years before. Monogamy followed, ending at my wife's insistence. That it happened with a gorgeous and perky California blonde with a ripe 18 year old body including c cups and matching booty who often wore a cheerleader outfit during the high school football season and who also happened to be our babysitter could be construed as clichéd.
Two things made it less so. Evie had grown up in our house, her mother our live in maid and nanny. We had brought Wendy into our lives when her career as porn star for the mentor ended badly when her pumped up and drug and steroid addled costar went berserk and raped her anally and damaged her both physically and mentally and Jill and I took her in, kept her with a roof over her and her five year old daughter at about the time when we had purchased the Malibu home. The separation between upstairs and downstairs activities helped to mollify any reactions Wendy had in bringing up memories of the rape even if she knew what was happening beyond the locked, padded door.
Evie knew too even if we kept the knowledge as much as possible from her. She may have known earlier, but she knew for sure when a teary-eyed Wendy snuggling in the arms of the sympathetically teary-eyed Jill despite Wendy having several inches height over her, both naked with covers covering Wendy's d-cup fake tits and her back covering Jill's real double Ds, confessed it all to her one morning. It had not been an unusual occurrence, my wife in bed with our maid. Jill had been comforting her for years and the two had gradually become lovers. Jill even introduced her to a few of her toys, but only representative phalluses would do the job. I never shared that bed.
"Mom, what happened to you to make you so sad?' the precocious 13 year old who had just experienced her menarche a couple weeks before asked her. "And don't get all shy and guilty on me about you and Aunt Jill sharing a bed. I've know for years and it never bothered me. Tell me what happened."
Her mother told her as did Jill when they were asked dozens of questions. "Maybe it's a lesson in what not to do in your life," her mother concluded.
"Aunt Jill?"
"Yes honey?"
"Has that ever occurred with Uncle Joe's actresses?"
"No honey. Never. Uncle Joe would never let that happen."
"How can he be sure?"
"He's very careful, honey. He never hires assholes. He cares too much for his actors. He knows how vulnerable they can be."
Evie nodded with a wry grin. "A porn director with a heart of gold. Who'd have thunk?" There was fondness in her joke Jill noticed. And she also noticed a keen interest in a baring of her nipple when Wendy shifted.
But Jill waited. She waited for Evie to find someone her own age to play with. Boys had come. Girls too. In both senses. They never lasted. Only friends lasted, a couple of gay boys along with another cheerleader, Italian looking, smart and sexy, and a very nerdy looking girl. They had been friends with her for years. She let the boys use her room from time to time, but sex had never been a part of her relationship with her best friends.
Jill waited until Evie had turned 18 late in the summer. We had just sent Diana, the last of our three children before I got snipped, to her first year of boarding school, joining her other siblings in that unfortunate schooling decision, needed we had decided both because they would be educated better than the local public school, and, truth be told, so that they wouldn't be around when Daddy did his naughty job. Only then did Jill approach me with the extraordinary possibility of bedding the lovely and luscious babysitter.
We debated it. Like I said, I had become monogamous, but still noticed gorgeous women with gorgeous bodies and reacted to them naturally, especially Evie. Especially since Evie tended to dress minimally at home: bikini panties and short cropped t-shirts sans bras.
"But I'm like a father to her," I argued.
"And I'm her aunt," Jill shrugged. "But we still feature in her fantasies."
"You're sure?"
"You don't notice her staring at you, glancing south to see the reaction her body gives you?"
"I try not to," I said sheepishly.
"Well she does the same to me, noticing my nipples just like I notice hers. And..."
"What...?"
"I..."
"What?"
"I kind of got curious and spied on her."
"What do you mean spied?"
"I checked out her computer."
"You didn't."
"Unh-hunh. I had a feeling I'd find proof of her attraction to us. Guess what I found in her recent items file?"
"Videos of me in action?"
"Both of us."
"It's been years..." I started.
"And I never got listed in the credits, I know. She did major research digging into old films to find a scene of me getting fucked by you while sucking some starlet."
"A body double scene?" I asked.
"Unh-hunh. I guess she could tell it was me. It was the most recent item viewed."
"So she's Jilling off, so to speak, to you?"
"To both of us."
