His discovery happened like most discoveries of this nature do, because of a moment's decision to do something different.
An opportunity had come up for June. It was on a Sylvester Stallone action movie, being shot in Louisiana – in New Orleans. Sylvester Stallone – long a champion of those up and coming – had requested June work on his project, and he'd given her a full producer credit and a full time job, rather than purely short term contract. She would make twice as much as she normally did, get a full producers credit – which was worth gold in Hollywood – and she was now at the point where names in movies were requesting her presence.
After hearing about it, June came home to find Dan sitting on the couch, trying to better his score on Call of Duty.
She stood right in front of the TV and said, "We need to talk, Dan."
Dan went cold. These were words that no man wants to hear. He instantly imagined the worst.
He turned off the TV and just sat there, waiting for her to end his life.
June started to explain the offer. It was shooting in New Orleans, but the actual shoot was budgeted out at 11 weeks. She'd be on staff for at least a month before that in LA, and then three months in post. She'd been offered a three thousand dollar a week stipend for when she was out of town, and as she explained, that money could be a down payment on a house, for the two of them, a dream they both shared. At the end of the explanation, June simply said, "It's a producer credit Dan. A producer credit. You know we've both been waiting for this. But I won't do it if you say no. It's your call."
Dan balked. He knew it was a good offer – a great one in fact. But it would take her away, and he was low enough already.
But he had to be strong. This is what she'd worked for. And he wasn't contributing much, so he
had
to support her, even if he didn't want her to go. He was a little resentful that it had been presented in the fashion it had; he couldn't very well say No when it was phrased the way it had been by June, but still, he loved his wife and he wanted her to be happy and successful, so he just said, "Sure, you should do it. But please, lets not make a habit of this."
June had smiled delightedly and thrown her arms around his neck, covering his face with kisses. That night, they had the best sex they'd had in months, although afterwards, Dan knew it was just because she had gotten what she wanted – that and the fact that soon she'd be gone.
The next day June confirmed her acceptance of the position, within a week she had reported for work – this time she had gone full on 1940's screen siren. Her hair had grown back and she was a chestnut brunette – with long luxurious draped hair and full on 1940's style makeup.
She took Dan's breath away the first day they had breakfast before she reported for work.
The first month was grueling for both. June had to get up to speed and get production moving on the movie and Dan had to sit there watch it, helpless to assist. And then it was time for June to go. Dan took her to the airport, and they stood at the security gate, professing endless love for each other. For the first time since he had proposed, Dan saw a tear on Junes face as she kissed him and held him. And then it was time for her to go, and she left, waving at him through the security line until she was swallowed by the airport.
Dan returned to an empty apartment and sat in the dark for hours, drinking Jack and Coke and wondering how he could be so lucky and so unlucky at the same time. He had the most awesome girl in the world and he was miserable because he didn't feel like he deserved her.
For the first 5 weeks, she called every day, sometimes twice a day. Then it became every other day, and the calls became shorter. She sent emails, and most of those started to go down to two or three lines. He could see the stress on her – being a full producer was a seriously higher level of stress over what she'd been carrying so far in her career and he could read between the lines that she'd been unprepared for it.
Then an email arrived telling him she'd be back for a couple of days – apparently one of the actors they'd used and finished with needed to re-record some lines since some dialog had changed and she needed to be back in LA to supervise the ADR recording. Dan was overjoyed.
He met her at the airport and was surprised at how tired she looked. All the way back to the apartment he peppered her with questions, but she just wasn't interested in answering, staring out the window the whole way. Dan put it down to jet lag, tiredness in general and did his best to make sure she had a good meal when she got home.
Once she was home, June sat at the dinner table and just complained about everything. The movie, working for a super star, the other production staff, how hot it was, how New Orleans was too loud – how they'd been put up at a hotel one road down from Bourbon Street, which was great to start with but by the second week, when all anyone wanted was sleep, they were kept up all night by the rowdy crowds. They would have moved, but the production company had gotten a great deal on the rooms and as such, they were staying.
Then she lit into Dan, saying the apartment was a mess, he was a slob and what the hell was he trying to serve her for dinner?
Dan was taken a back. This was a side to June he'd not seen much of and while he understood she was tired, there was something underlying her outbursts. When the got into bed, he tried to give her a foot massage and she snatched her foot back and said, "I'm just tired Dan. You have no idea what it's like to be nursemaid to those assholes." Then she turned her back and went to sleep.
The next day she was gone before he woke up and he found a note saying she would be out all day at the recording studio, and back late, and that she had to leave early in the morning.
When she got home, Dan hadn't prepared anything, thinking they could go out for a meal. When he was honest with himself, it was because he didn't want to prepare anything and have her attack him again. He thought if they went wherever she wanted, she had no reason to be as pissed off as she evidently was.
So they went to Katsuyua Sushi, in Brentwood – one of her favorite places. She actually managed to be in a better mood and they had a great night. She explained how the movie was staring a new up and coming actor, and this guy had seriously let one good review go to his head. His ego was out of control and it was her job to keep him happy. She did impressions of him demanding stupid stuff and making outrageous demands, and it was her job to say no, but not piss him off unduly while doing it. Dan began to see how wearing that could be.
After dinner, they went home and Dan poured a glass of wine for the both of them, and went for the foot massage again. This time June was receptive, and basically sat back, watching him.
When he was done, she put down her drink and sat down on the carpet next to him and said, "I really don't deserve you Dan. I honestly don't."
She was near to sobbing, something Dan had never seen before. He just held her until she got herself under control, then took her to the bedroom where they made love. Or at least that was the plan. When they got to the bedroom, June just changed. Suddenly she was desperate for his cock. She just pulled down his pants and stuffed her face in his groin, catching his rapidly hardening cock in her mouth. She sucked and licked at his cock like a madwoman, keeping her eyes on his as she did it.
She kept popping his cock out and rubbing it over her face and saying, "You like that baby? You like your cock over your little wife's face? You wanna coat me with cum, do you? Tell me, tell me you do."
That was also new. While June could be verbal while they were having sex, it was normally moaning or the occasional "Fuck me" – actual conversation, particularly a nasty as this – was a new thing. Not that Dan was complaining. It was new but also rather novel – he was getting off on his efficient and prim wife saying such nasty things.
She wouldn't let Dan cum though. She kept him hard, and then, pausing only to pull her clothes off franticly, she turned and got on all fours and presented her ass to him. She looked back and said, "You gonna fuck me stud? I need it. I need it now."
And Dan did. Without any messing around or preamble, he just shoved his cock in hard; just like he had the very first time they had sex. And like that time, he just slid right in. June was wet – she was dripping – and his cock just plowed her.
Her back arched and she started the moaning, interspersed with statements like, "Oh god yes." And "I need this. Fuck me. Fuck your wife. Fuck your wife's cunt."
First the verbals and now the bad language. This was getting interesting!
Dan just kept on going to town at her pussy. At one point he almost pushed her over, he was banging so hard. When that happened June moved forward and Dan's cock popped out and he almost cried out with frustration.
June looked back, smiled and told him to lie down. She then mounted his obscenely hard cock that was jutting up with reverse cowgirl and just did all the work herself. What was even hotter was that the long mirror in their bedroom just happened to be pointing at the bed, so Dan could raise his head a little, crane it a bit and he could see June in the mirror, impaled on his cock, bouncing up and down, with her eyes closed and a finger clamped to her clit.
He could feel her getting closer and closer until she moaned loud enough to wake the neighbors, shook all over and then collapsed back on him. That hurt, since he was still full engorged and still inside her, and when she tilted back, it took his cock to a painful angle.
He had to push June off and dis-engage his rapidly softening cock before something got torn.
June rolled over and slowly her breathing returned to normal. She smiled up at Dan and said, "Christ I needed that."
The she looked down to Dan's slowly wilting cock and frowned and said, "Did you get off yet?"
Dan just looked at her and then shook his head. He started to say, "It doesn't matter" when June interrupted him and said," Yes it does. Don't be so stupid. Hmm... I know what we need to do..." and she got a wicked smile on her face.
"Think I'm wet back there?" she asked Dan, who had a birds eye view.
"Err, yes," he replied, "I'd say so."
