It was nearly a year since our holiday to Italy. A lot had changed since we returned. I'd had more than one promotion at work, and our money situation was completely different. Although we were pretty comfortable before, there was now no need for Katie to work at all. She'd continued her friendship with Emilia, exchanging emails regularly. She'd also, in her new found spare time, started learning Italian, such was the impact our short visit there had on her.
Sexually, it was understood that I was never going to be enough for Katie. We had sex a lot, as much as I could manage. But it felt like every session was a warm-up to her. We constantly watched back the footage of her incredible sessions from our holiday, and it still really got us going, as did talking about it, which we did a lot. But we needed to find her other outlets for her new-found sexual drive. She had no desire for this to regress back to what it was before our holiday, and neither did I.
I often laughed to myself as I explored the opportunity of swingers clubs within travelling distance. Here I was, Jealous Dan, constantly looking into ways that Katie might get to fuck some more strangers.
We tried joining a swinger's website and met on a couple of occasions. It was rare, but possible to arrange to meet more than one man, which was an absolute must. For Katie because she needed so much cock, and for me, due to the advice I'd received from Franco on our holiday - that whilst a woman could become attached if meeting just one man, more meant it was guaranteed to be a purely physical experience. Plus it was just so fucking dirty, setting my wife up to fuck groups of men.
This advice, I realised, was what had really allowed me to relax about Katie's activities. Franco and Emilia's marriage, after year upon year of her fucking so many strangers, was one of the closest and happiest I had ever come across.
The build up to these meetings was fun, but the reality fell short. It was an extremely labour intensive exercise, organising a venue and participants for a meet. And inevitably there were disappointments, no shows being the main one. Having been let down a few times already, the final straw was when I'd had eleven confirmations for a meet at a hotel, only for just three to turn up.
At this time, Katie had been surviving on just my cock for over two months, so these poor three guys were finished with in under half an hour, including one guy managing a second session.
"I mean it was nice, feeling one in each hand again, feeling two inside me. But I feel like they've just got me warmed up."
Such were the tribulations of a nymphomaniac. We'd had some more fun that night, Katie trying to work the bar to drum up some interest, with a few lone businessmen and even one couple receiving an 'accidental' flash of her bare pussy as she sat down or crossed her legs. And Katie had enjoyed it when I'd called for room service without her knowledge, and made sure she was spread open facing the door as she bounced on my cock.
"Would you like to join us?" she'd smiled at the porter. But she was disappointed to find that he had to do his job, and the embarrassed guy retreated out of the door. Katie did enjoy the looks she got from the staff when checking out the next morning though.
The other thing we'd tried, with slightly more success, was swingers clubs. We never went too local, so it was always a weekend event. Some places had pre-arranged 'greedy girls' nights, which sounded right up Katie's street.
However, the reality wasn't quite what we'd hoped. Although on one occasion Katie managed to get ten guys all together, the quality didn't quite match the quantity. Many were aging and struggled to give her the solid fucking she needed. Some seemed more happy just watching. So again, not the experience she needed.
One evening she had a long conversation with Emilia, testing her Italian which had become almost fluent surprisingly quickly. She was already fluent in Spanish and German, so had taken to Italian quite quickly, and recently her accent had really improved, she sounded like a native to me.
"Emilia has an idea, you know, about our little problem," she started, sitting down beside me. I knew immediately what she meant. Katie rarely talked about anything else. She continued.
"She was really sympathetic - she's the only person I've met who can possibly understand how I feel, I think. She said it was easy for her because Franco was there, and he arranged everything, he had all the contacts in the industry."
"Well, I do have a job to do, too, unfortunately. I'm trying my best!"
"No! No, bear with me - I'm so grateful to you for everything, I can't believe the lengths you go to sometimes. It's not your fault, we've just been looking in the wrong place."
"Go on..."
"Porn!" Katie said, triumphantly. "Emilia was a porn star. There's no way she'd have had anything like the amount of sex she managed if she wasn't. I want to be one too."
I had thought of this but had dismissed it immediately. There was no way my career would continue on the path it was, were my wife to enter the porn industry. And what about our friends and family?
I explained this, but Katie was not discouraged.
"I know, but I really think I can do it, without any issues like that. Emilia, obviously she was pretty blatant about what she was doing, didn't try to make it a secret at all. But even then, she says people very rarely approached her about it, she didn't really experience any negative stuff."
"Well, it's a bit different over there," I started, remembering Emilia dutifully cleaning Katie up with her tongue after several young men had deposited their semen inside my wife, as Giuseppe, a boy she used to babysit, watched on. I still hadn't really got my head around that. "Us Brits aren't used to this sort of thing."
"And that's exactly why it can work!" she continued, excitedly. "How about this? There are, according to Emilia, only a handful of big studios that do the sort of stuff I'm interested in. There's one in Germany, one in Spain, and one in Italy that she mentioned I should approach. These places churn out loads of new videos every month. I'd just be another girl. There is just so, so much porn around these days, accidentally stumbling across something I did would be pretty unlikely."
"Well, yeah, but..."
"Hang on! Not finished," she insisted. "And no porn stars use their own name, right? So, I do my hair a bit different, maybe use a really good wig. Emilia says she worked with a girl in a similar position once and she got a really memorable tattoo in a really visible place - but it was a fake. So if she was ever challenged, she could 'prove' it wasn't her as she didn't have the tattoo."
"That does actually sound like a good idea," I pondered. "But..."
"Still going!" Katie beamed, really warming to this. "And I am pretty fluent in German, French and Italian now. I give myself a foreign sounding name, and make sure I don't speak any English. So, anyone who comes across anything with me in it, will check who it is, see an Italian name or whatever, and see them talking in Italian, so it's just a lookalike."
"You've really thought this through." The 'bounce' had returned to her voice, which I'd hardly witnessed since our holiday, and only when recalling the events of those times. "You must be really keen to get fucked by a bunch of strangers again?" it was said with admiration.
"I am!" she beamed. "I do get where you are coming from. But let's say someone at your work happens across some filthy work I've done, like, I don't know, a gangbang with ten men..." She said it a little wistfully.
"Firstly, who actually admits that they like watching porn? I mean like in the workplace. Not many. But in the event that someone does see me, is happy to admit they were looking, and challenges you, you just act totally ignorant, make a joke of it.
