Sandy and I have been married for twenty-one years. I'm 42, she's 41, and we've built a pretty stable life here in central New York. We've got two kids, both off at college now, which means for the first time in a long time the house is quiet.
It is just the two of us again. It's strange, honestly. Liberating in some ways. Lonely in others. But mostly, it's given us room to breathe and to rediscover each other, more date nights, more walking around naked in our own home and I love it.
We've always had a strong connection, especially in bed. Sandy's got this natural confidence about her--dark auburn almost coppery-red hair that she wears down just to drive me crazy, full tits, D-cups, and a thick, round ass that makes yoga pants look amazing. She's curvy in the way that gets stares in grocery stores. She looks great, not the body of a twenty year-old, but the sexy curvy body of a woman in her sexual prime.
We've been adventurous behind closed doors, too--into fantasies, roleplay, power games. Our favorite has always been the hotwife thing. She'll tease me about it while I'm inside her, whispering filthy things about being with another man while I listen and cum harder than ever. But it's never gone beyond talk. Not once.
I work in IT, and Sandy's been grinding away as a production assistant at a local TV station. It's not glamorous, and it sure as hell doesn't pay what it should. She hates it, if we're being honest. She's been looking for a new opportunity for a long time now. Most of her bosses are assholes and she has been passed over for promotion too many times. I can't stand them.
We were unwinding with a bottle of wine, half-watching some garbage reality show, when she leaned into me, her body warm against mine. Her tone was casual, but there was a glint in her eye.
"I got a job offer today," she said, and I could tell by the tone of her voice this was going to be interesting.
Sandy was already in her comfies when she brought it up, she had on loose cotton shorts clinging to the soft curves of her hips, tank top loose enough to tease her big nipples every time she moved.
I turned toward her, heart lifting. "Really? That's great! Is it with the station?"
She shook her head, biting her lip. "No. Not the station. It's an associate producer role, but... for an adult film company."
I blinked. "Like... porn?"
She laughed, soft and self-aware. "Yes, babe. Porn. Hardcore, filmed in here in Syracuse, edited for video and streaming platforms... the real deal."
I sat back, the news was surprising, a little different, and oddly arousing.
"You're serious?" I asked.
Sandy nodded, sliding closer to me. Her thigh brushed mine. "Dead serious. It's a real job, Luke. Good pay. Full benefits. And if I want to work my way up to be an executive producer, this kind of fast-paced environment might be the break I need."
I looked at her, flushed cheeks, the excitement in her voice. She was glowing. Hungry. I loved that about her. I always had. But still, one question was stuck in my throat.
"Are you going to... be in the scenes?"
She let out a laugh, short, loud, but not mocking. "God, no. No. Luke, come on." She took my hand, squeezed it. "I know what we fantasize about, but this isn't that. I'm not doing anything sexual. I'm just running the set--managing the schedule, checking lighting, organizing the equipment. Contracts, catering, you name it. It's pure logistics. I'm not even in front of the camera."
I exhaled slowly, trying to untangle the mix of curiosity, jealousy, and strangely, pride. "But you'll be there? Like... during the scenes?"
Sandy met my gaze without blinking. "Yes. I have to be. It's my job. I can't manage a production if I'm hiding in an office. I'll be there, fully dressed, with a clipboard and a headset. I'll be the one making sure everything runs smoot, making sure things gets produced on time and under budget."
I swallowed. That image sent a pulse right down my spine and she knew it.
"But no sex?" I asked again.
"No sex," she repeated firmly. "Not for me. I want this job, Luke. I really do. But only if you're okay with it."
I studied her face. God, she was beautiful. Confident. Turned on by the very idea, even if she wouldn't say it. And maybe I was, too. Just a little.
"Who are they? Are they a big company or a fly-by-night outfit?"
Sandy, cleared her throat, "Panashot Entertainment."
Everybody knows who they are even if they don't watch porn.
"Panashot!" I exclaimed. "Fucking Panashot! They are like the biggest name in porn, they make everything."
"I know!" she said, grinning, "they make a fuck ton of money too. They offered me 125k plus benefits, plus a bonus for every film. They said typical associate producers clear 200k a year. They own the platforms, and they want to produce more in house for liability reasons and revenue."
After a long pause, I nodded. "Okay. Take it. But not for the money, only if you love the work and if you don't like it, I want you to promise you will quit."
Her eyes lit up, and she practically pounced on me, arms around my neck, legs across my lap. "You're the best," she whispered, kissing my cheek, then jumping off to grab her phone. "I'm calling them right now."
As she disappeared into the kitchen, barefoot and giddy, I sat there with the ghost of her warmth on my skin and the image of her standing on a porn set, clipboard in hand, watching as someone else's cock slid into someone else's dripping pussy. And I couldn't decide if I was proud of her, jealous, or... incredibly turned on.
She came back into the room grinning, barefoot, cheeks still flushed from the excitement of the call.
"Well," she said, practically bouncing, "it's official. I start in three weeks on a Monday."
I smiled, still leaning back on the couch, letting the image settle in--my wife, walking onto a porn set with, giving directions while people fuck just a few feet away. It was absurd. It was hot. And I wasn't quite sure how I felt about it yet.
"You sound excited," I said.
"I am," she beamed, flopping down beside me again. "It's weird, I know, but it's real work. High energy, fast-paced. They're shooting three different scenes the week I start. I'll be shadowing the main production manager and then taking over a couple weeks after that. It's kind of perfect."
I let my hand rest on her thigh. "You're really going to be in the room while people are... you know."
