Deep Down Inside Ch 21 24

Chapter 21: Skyward

October had arrived and rows and rows of bikes were chained up alongside the boardwalk for The Huntington Beach air show. I wasn't about to lock up my Trek in that cluster fuck and tried to find a break in the crowd of bodies so I could slowly pedal out. Taking off on my bike was meant to be an escape from everything in my life and it suddenly felt like an escape from something even worse. It was a mob in 3XL shirts to hide unmaintained guts, who carried chairs, tents and Costco party coolers. As much as I wanted to watch Blue Angels crack open the sky as they buzzed the shore at six-hundred miles an hour, I decided to skip the jets, head towards Surfside and quietly draw inspiration for my work solely from October's southern sun. Whenever I'd see pictures of movie stars lounging by the pool in big sun hats, I'd imagine days like this. It baked the skin just right, and I had a lot in the works and needed the kind of headspace only a bike ride in perfect weather could deliver.

The EA company in Mission Viejo had stopped calling. My contact had been a marketing guy named Benny. EA had been my biggest client all year and when I checked in Benny said they were going in a different direction. I'd filled up three sketchbooks with thumbnails just to get their initial attention, I'd brought in Javier to help with 3D renders for splash screens of the last logo, and put in so much overtime that the huge EA check probably broke down to fifty bucks an hour. But the point was to secure more business, and Benny made it sound like we had. and then,

no

, they are going in a different direction.

An air-show jet screeched overhead so close I could see the sky shimmer through its invisible exhaust. The sound almost made me take a spill—a long reflex inducing rumble of turbo jets, like God almighty was hocking up a loogie. If only I could come up with a logo as powerful and iconic as that sound I'd nail EA's next account.

I knew the project was "Scorched Raven" and had decided to work up ideas for it even though I'd lost their business. Like high stakes poker, if you're already in for fifty bucks on a low confidence hand and someone raises you a five, you make the bet just to see it through. So my sketchbook was in my backpack, and I was going to have sketches to tease Benny with by the end of the day. I was convinced I still had a chance. He'd take a second look. Benny wasn't a bad guy.

Surfside had a triangular island right by Anaheim Bay. I kicked it in the sand and watched the sailboats tacking and fussing with sails to travel in a dying wind. I sketched out jets from images on my iPhone, trying to incorporate the word Raven into them somehow. I kept coming back to the body of a Blue Angel jet with black feathered wings. I liked the idea but it was too busy even in the most simplistic form, so I kept going, trying different angles. Then I drew a picture of a cooked raven like it was a chicken and scribbled out' "SCORCHED".

Suddenly hungry for chicken, I thought about calling Camille to meet me for lunch. But she'd gone into the office. Pen Perot had finally thrown her a book suited to her talents. A cult leading preacher had slept with young girls in his congregation and one of them was speaking out. I could only imagine Camille was clawing her nails down the digital pages. She was focused, she hadn't posted to her Instagram account in four days. I then pulled up her Instagram on my phone, an urge to see if anyone had left a comment of interest. Before the page even loaded I shut it down. Five minutes had passed since my last doodle of a cooked raven. I put my pencil to the page and started drawing the profile of a jet. I wondered how it would look with a beak. Like shit? Yup, like total shit! I speared my pencil into the sand and slammed my sketchbook closed.

Fuck it! Fifteen minutes! Fifteen minutes of perfect headspace to deal with what really occupied my brain. and then maybe I could do better than a fucking fighter jet with a beak.

The truth was I'd grown preoccupied with making another movie with my wife. Ever since Camille and I went up north with Kaden and drank up our passion alongside all that damn wine—fucking to a porno,

fucking like the porno

, Kaden asleep in the neighboring room—I'd grown obsessed with filming her in the role of the ambitious valedictorian hustled into sex inside a boy's locker room. But there was more behind my movie idea than stealing the plot, because what truely made it so fucking hot that night was Kaden watching the porn, reading into the valadictorian's character, comparing her to my overachieving wife, and flirting with Camille as hot moans and explicit images of big cocks in wet pussies lit up the room and flooded our ears. Despite never penetrating her it was still such an overt sexual ordeal I couldn't get it out of my head.

I was obsessed with blurring those lines again. I didn't just want to make a hardcore film starring my wife, I wanted to show it off. I wanted my buddies to witness what a nasty freak she could be, and I already had a pretty good idea how I'd premiere it. The beauty being none of them would ever know they feasted their eyes on Camille's sexy ass getting smashed, I'd keep it all anonymous, maybe a mask. That's the part I'd need to convince my wife of, that was going to be the hard sell. Much, much harder than wooing over EA.

I watched sailboats leave the channel and I plowed my feet into the sand and fished out my phone. She picked up, sounding like she'd rushed to the tune of her ringtone. I caught her returning from a run and fresh out of Pen Perot's office shower. "Honey-Sweety-Pie," she answered with vibrant, bouncy energy. Pet names were not her thing so it was a total surprise and instantly calmed my nerves.

"What's got you in such a good mood?"

"Graham, if you can believe it."

"Graham, I thought he was ancient history?"

She explained getting into work, checking her email and finding an apology from the stuntman. It was one of many he'd sent to all the actresses and women featured in and involved with his book. In his apology he also disclosed donating a big chunk of his proceeds to a women's arts and theater college fund and was publicly challenging Pen Perot to do the same.

I found a break in her energy and I scanned the beach and made sure nobody was listening. "I want to make another movie."

"

OK...

" Her voice lowered to a whisper. "But you always want to make movies, why are you asking me about it now." I heard the door to her office close again and her volume return to normal. "Why are you asking me

here

?"

"This one's a little different."

"

Hummmm

, how do you mean

different

?"

I decided to ease into it and said, "Well, I thought it might be fun to do costuming. You know, like you could pretend to be a valedictorian."

She was silent when I finished, and I asked, "

Thoughts

?"

"Are you just trying to get me into a school girl outfit?"

"Yes. But I'm also borrowing a little inspiration from the movie we watched with Kaden." My dick throbbed just mentioning that night. "Remember that?"

"Ummm...

wow

! But if memory serves, weren't there two guys in that scene? Let me guess where this is going."

"

Oh

? You think you know where this is going?"

"You're offering me a freebie, right? As long as you can film it."

Involving another guy in the movie and double-teaming her was not at all where I was going, and she referred to it as a "

freebie

". I couldn't gather my thoughts quick enough for her and she cheekily surmised, "And this extra hunk would be

Kaden

? You

really

want to go there,

huh

?"

My mouth went totally dry. It felt like my tongue would crack if moved. "

Would you

? Are you saying you'd actually be down to fuck him?"

"Sweetie-Pie," she began, yet again with a pet name, and while not entirely serious she wasn't saying it mockingly either. "Sweetie-Pie, if that's what does it for you then of course I would." She left a final pause for me to get out of it before going on and completely shocking the air out of my lungs. "Then I guess I'd better start shopping for a costume."

As sweat beaded up on my forehead she spoke again, "

Shoot

, I have an incoming call, let me call you right back."

"Wait, wait, wait..." I finally returned to my senses just as she tapped to end our call, and my phone switched me back to my home screen. I dropped the soulless device in my lap. Holy shit, my head was spinning. Her voice had ticked up when she so quickly agreed to fucking Kaden. I wasn't prepared for that. I just wasn't ready! In fact, I was still processing one part of that night at the hotel in the wine country, and that was the sight of Kaden's tall, ripped body between her legs. When Kaden had been on top of her, his ass clenched and his crotch crushed against her naked pussy, it had become all too real for me. I'd mentally played it back so many times since it happened, recalling her deer-in-the-headlights-look exploding with unmitigated arousal and imagining it just a little more wanton and intense on each reimagining, until I was unable to recall what her actual reaction had been. And maybe it was just nasty talk during sex, but Camille admitted she'd been expecting him to shove his big cock inside her.

And, if I'm being completely honest, it wasn't the near sex experience that I found the most troubling. What I still tripped on was how easily she'd chalked up Kaden's behavior to alcohol and just kidding around. By the time we'd climbed into his Camaro for the hour's drive back to the Dandelion Inn, it was like nothing had ever happened. Even that's not accurate—she'd seemed more comfortable with him than she'd ever been before, and had leaned between the Camero's bucket seats the entire drive for a nosy heart-to-heart with him.

At the start of the drive he'd asked us if he should break it off with Jane. I'd shrugged my shoulders, but my wife came in hot with a personal perspective. She'd reached forward between us to turn down the explicit rap in Kaden's playlist and then related how there was a time when every guy she met thought he was going to marry her. She'd held her hand out, displaying our wedding band. "It really was ridiculous," she'd reiterated, "so I refused to date one guy at a time."

"Sweet Camille got around, huh?"

She'd slapped his big shoulder. "You're such an asshole. But you aren't wrong."

She'd run her fingers through my hair. "But as the guys I was meeting up with got a little older and a little more understanding, I realized I could lower my guard and try to date someone exclusively."

"Was that Alex?" Kaden had looked at me, and then I'd looked back at her, wanting to know the answer myself.

"There were a few candidates before Alex, and that's good, because I was a real bitch to them." She'd laughed in preparation for what came next. "After a long period of never getting too serious and just kinda hanging out with guys when I felt like it, it was kinda hard to just stop. I was definitely an awful girlfriend. One of them even called me a stupid whore on his way out."

"Whoa,

what

? Did you

fuck

some other guy?"

"Well yeah.

Duh

!"

"I don't believe it. I can't imagine you..." His eyes had gone suddenly thin and I remember feeling certain he had the realization Camille was as much to blame for what had transpired in the hotel as he was. "And you think that's what Jane is doing—adjusting to being with just me."

"I do. And be grateful she's just partying with her friend and not sleeping with her bartender ex-manager."

I'd never heard about the guys in between her years at Hooligan's and meeting me. And I'd never heard about her cheating on her old boyfriend with... well it had to be that Steve guy. It had to be after she'd quiet and within a year of us meeting, that she still banged at least one of the guys. I looked at her profile and barely recognized her at that moment.

Kaden had taken the time to turn his head around and ask if he could tell her something in strictest confidence.

"The only reason Jane is mad at me about fake grabbing you in that stupid picture is because you have better tits than her. Her friend Miranda saw your Instagram and is always in Jane's ear about it. I mean, it's hard to top your body, Camille."

"Shut up," Camille had said, blushing.

"You know it's the truth, and part of what you're saying might be true, but with Jane she'll only ever trust her daddy to take care of her. She's always going to run back to daddy's unconditional love. And Miranda will always say whatever it takes so she doesn't have to suck a bunch of dicks alone. I just don't see any way for this to work. I really feel like we're done."

Camille had placed hands on both our shoulders. "Well, you already know I like Jane, and I think you two really have something, but if you do decide to move on, I have a few friends—cute ones."

Kaden had looked back at her again. "I appreciate that. But you should tell all your girlfriends to lay low. After the shit Jane put me through I'm gonna go out there and beat on some pussy for a while." He'd grown a real self-satisfied smile as he returned his eyes to the road.

"You're such an asshole!" She'd laughed. "Well, when you're all done

beating on pussy

then maybe we can talk again." She'd then slid her hand down the front of his chest and smoothed down his tee shirt with her palm.

When she'd said that, I had to ask myself what was going on with my wife? Considering their conversation supervened a night where Kaden seemingly tried to fuck her it was shocking to me she'd offered to set him up with a friend. And in the days since then I'd grown more anxious about the situation as she began joking about it, referring to it as "the whole shebang up north". She'd been exceptionally wild that past Tuesday, stripping down to her bra and panties before I'd entered the bedroom, and then she'd greeted me by asking, "Feel like watching one of our movies?" The Beast had rested across both her hands as she'd asked. It had been clear the movie would be for my entertainment and the massive dildo for hers. And her enthusiasm for the toy once we'd got going had left her hoarse in the morning.

What really changed for

me

after "the whole shebang up north" was a wounding of my pride. Kaden hadn't changed, he was just as much of an asshole as he'd ever been, but my tough as nails wife had appeared to accept him as such, She'd stopped playing cruel games to make him suffer, and settled on being a flirty friend. Kaden had stopped by two nights ago to retrieve his tennis racket, and brought Camille another nice bottle of wine. She'd poured us all a glass and in her hoarse voice she'd told Kaden she hadn't drank wine since the whole shebang up north. I couldn't believe she'd used that phrase in front of him, and he'd snidely replied, "Don't go blaming the wine."

Their whole conversation had rubbed me the wrong way. There hadn't been the usual sexual tension, but it was gone for all the wrong reasons. Because I strongly believed that when Kaden had laid between her legs, he'd looked into those big fashion model eyes and had seen how badly my wife wanted that thick, hard cock inside of her. He could've had my wife, he could've plunged his hard meat so deep inside her tender, bare pussy she would've broken skin clawing into his back, and just knowing that she wanted it had been enough for him. That burning heat in her eyes had been all he needed to patch up the bloated ego Camille and I had chipped away at for months. And so just like that I'd lost the power to lord my ultra hot wife over him, and it truly gutted my pride.

And more than anything it was my wounded pride spurring me on to make a porno of my wife intended for an audience—an audience of Kaden and anyone else lucky enough to be in the room.

The way I'd planned it, Kaden, and whoever else was there to see it, wouldn't know who the little porno star was, but—I turned toward a seagull that had walked all the way from the water break, and yelled—"Their eyes are gonna unscrew watching her ass in action!" They wouldn't know. They wouldn't know all the wet skin they were drooling over belonged to my wife. They'd just know a husband's dick was up in there creaming his gorgeous wife's hot, hot pussy. I just needed to see their faces—all wishing they were the guy in the movie, and that guy would be me. That's all my pride needed to be whole again.

The seagull switched direction, running hurriedly and profiling me with one eye and then flew when my iPhone lit up from its resting place in the sand. I grabbed it as fast as I could.

"Sorry about that. Can't put legal on hold."

"I understand," I said. I really didn't.

"OK, so this is pretty wild, babe." She'd dropped the Sweetie Pie. She was being for real. "I guess I knew all roads were leading here, but you're serious about this?"

"Well, ah...." Once again my brain froze up before I could shut her down.

I could hear her breathe into the phone, relaxing herself. I dropped my face into my palm, feeling the blood pulse in my cheeks. Jealousy lit through me but I didn't want to correct her yet, I had to know how far she was willing to go. I took several long breaths with her, inviting the cool ocean air deep into my lungs.

"OK, well if you are serious, then I guess I can say I'm actually getting a little excited right now."

"So you wouldn't have a problem giving yourself to Kaden for a night?"

"You mean

fuck

him? After everything we've been through isn't it pretty obvious how I feel about it?"

"My god, Camille. Are

you

being serious?"

"That night in the hotel, when I could feel his big dick pressing against my pussy, all I've been able to think about is how good it would feel to have him inside me."

"Wait, slow down," I finally managed.

"What? Was I talking too fast?"

"No. Uh, yeah, just a little. But I.... Uh, this isn't quite what I'd had in mind."

"What do you mean, this is all you ever talk about? You're totally into this, I know you are."

"You're not following! Just hold off for a minute."

"Alex, alright, I get it."

"You don't, I-"

"

Alex

,

alright

! I get it! You're too easy."

"I'm too easy?"

"Yes! My God are you easy!"

"You were just fucking with me?"

"

Duh

! I'm really not obsessed with your friend's big dick, OK?"

I didn't know if I truly believed her considering The Beast lived in her nightstand.

"You suck so bad" I exhaled, shredding my anxiety.

She acquired a sensual huskiness in her voice, to kid, "Well maybe you shouldn't dream so much about me fucking the guy."

"Hardy-fucking-har. You got me, OK. But I was fucking with you too. I don't want anyone else in our movie."

"Well now I'm really curious. What mischief are you up to now?"

"Alright, here it goes. I figured out a way to show this film to Kaden anonymously."

"Jesus, Alex, I thought we agreed on no more of those games. It's mean. And especially after just breaking up with Jane."

"This has nothing to do with Kaden this time. He won't know it's you. I know I swore up and down I'd never show our movies to anyone-" She started to complain, and I cut her off with a burst of enthusiasm, "Just hear me out. We'd cover our faces. Remember when I showed Kaden that picture of you? I have it all worked out just like that. Nobody will know anything."

"He knew it was me in that picture."

"He won't this time."

"So let me get this straight, you are into me seducing Kaden, you're into pretending a big fake dick is him doing me, and now you want him to see me having actual sex? Babe, you want me to sleep with the guy, it's crystal clear. I don't understand how you can't see it."