“I wanted to tell you for a long time, but I didn’t know how,” she said. She being my
wife of six years and her name is Avery, but I call her Ava. “I was desperate and stupid,”
she added.
What we were discussing was an indiscretion, for lack of a better word. Ava posed
for some very racy photographs and the chickens had come home to roost. The indiscretion
came to light when I saw her photo on the internet.
At first I didn’t believe it was Ava. I thought it was some chick that looked
incredibly like her. I downloaded it thinking I would surprise Ava, but it was me,
Charles, who soon got surprised. I found a few more photos in the same location and I
also downloaded the others.
It wasn’t until a few days later that I got an opportunity to examine the pictures
closer. It was a close-up of her snatch that convinced me. Ava has a peculiar pattern of
freckles just above her pussy in the shape of a flying bird. Okay, you have to use some
imagination to see it, but it’s there. I have spent many long hours gazing at it so I was
familiar with it. The woman whose pictures I was looking at was my wife without a doubt.
At first I was angry, but that soon changed to a red hot fury. I was so mad I
couldn’t think straight. It was a good thing that Ava was working the evening shift at the
hospital or I would have said something hurtful. The fury slowly subsided and changed
into simple hurt and then to confusion. I looked at the pictures again.
It was obvious that Ava was younger in the pictures. When could she have posed for
them? I started dating Ava in high school. We were a couple for the last two years of high
school and then I went off to the Army when my reserve unit was called-up. We were only
separated for a few months until we married and she joined me again. The only time we were
apart was when I was deployed to the Middle East for two years. While we were apart she
lived with her parents. I remembered there were a few months she stated near my old base
before going back home.
Upon close examination I realized that Ava had blonde hair in the photos. She is a
natural redhead and the only time she had blonde hair was just before I shipped out and
for about a year afterward. I reasoned that had to be when the pictures were taken.
Ava arrived home shortly after the four until twelve shift was over. The fact I was
awake and waiting on her wasn’t a surprise because I often waited up when she was working
the evening shift.
We went through the “how was your day” conversation for a few minutes and then I
told her there was something I wanted her to see. I took her to my computer and opened the
file where I had stashed her pictures. She stared at the images for a few minutes in
complete silence.
“Is there any explanation you care to offer?” I asked. I had a feeling of pride that
I was calm and my voice betrayed none of my real feelings.
“No,” she said shaking her head. “Not right this minute. I have to process this.”
She turned and left me sitting there.
I wasn’t sure what to do next. Should I press her? Should I leave her alone to
process, whatever the hell that meant? Should I go to her? I wasn’t mad any longer. I was
just befuddled. I finally decided to go to bed. Ava was still awake, but in bed. I got in
beside her.
“You know you can tell me anything and I won’t stop loving you,” I said.
“I know you think you mean that, Chip,” she said softly. My name is Charles, but
I’ve been called Chip since I was a wee baby. “Maybe you won’t feel that way when I tell
you the whole story.” I urged her to tell me and she did.
* * * *
Ava’s story:
When your deployment orders came I was terrified. You were going off to Iraq or God knows
where and I would be alone until you came home…if you came home. You’ll never know just
how sacred I was, Chip. I nearly cried every time I thought about you leaving. When the
day finally came and you got on that jet I was an emotional wreck.
When my sister Pat called and asked if she could come live with me for a while I was
excited and very happy. At least I wouldn’t be so alone and Pat was always fun to be
around. Even thought Pat is a few years older than me, she has always seemed like a kid
sister.
Pat is the family’s wild child and always has been. She is so different from the
rest of us it sometimes seems that she was adopted. Anyway Pat came a few days after you
flew off and I was so happy to see her. I was so relieved to have her company I even
waited a few days to quiz her on why she left home.
“Aw, it was the usual bullshit,” Pat said. “Mom and I got into a big fight and of
course Dad took her side.”
“What was the fight about?” I asked her.
“Mom walked in on Darren Cook and me,” Pat answered with a grin. “I thought she was
gone for the day and it seemed like a golden opportunity for Darren and me to have some
fun. I think it shocked mom when she saw Darren fucking me doggy fashion. You should have
heard her squeal.” Mom and dad are rather straight-laced and I could imagine she was upset
and vocal.
“Dad’s bottom line when it was his turn to bust my chops was ‘My way or the
highway’. I elected to take the highway and here I am,” Pat said. “Any jobs to be had
around here?”
I told her she could probably get a job at the restaurant where I worked. They
always had a huge turn-over in servers. Even as hostess I had to fill in from time to time
as a waiter.
“Shit, sis, I don’t want a hash slinging job,” Pat said. “I’ll find something else,
thank you.”
“Suit yourself,” I said. I hadn’t really wanted Pat to be working in the same place
as me. “Is Darren Cook going to be coming down here?”
“Naw, Darren was just somebody to have some fun with. I’ll find me a man down here.
You have any beer in the house?” I told her to help herself and to settle in while I was
at work. I got dressed and left her. After the deployment I changed my shift to evenings
because I could make more money and it helped keep me from being so alone.
It was nearly two o’clock in the morning when I got back to the mobile home park. I
wish we could have afforded a better place to live, but neither you nor I were making much
money so that was home. I noticed that Pat’s car was there when I parked so I was
surprised when she wasn’t in the trailer. I wondered where she could have gone.
I took off my uniform and watched TV for a while to relax before going to bed. I
heard Pat laughing and talking loudly even before she opened the door. Pat wasn’t alone.
She came in with some guy I didn’t know.
“Hi sis,” Pat said. It was obvious she had been drinking. “This is Bill.”
“It’s Bob,” the man said giving me a good look. I suddenly realized I was only
wearing my old tee shirt I usually wore to bed. It was the one I stole from you and it was
getting thin so my breasts were easy to see. I pulled the throw around me.
“It is?” Pat asked drunkenly. “I thought it was Bill. Oh well, it doesn’t matter
Bill-Bob. Let’s go to bed and finish what we started.” Bob grinned at me as Pat pulled him
down the hall to her bedroom.
The walls in a mobile home are not designed for people to have secrets. I had to
listen to them for the rest of the night. Pat yelled, screeched, moaned, and groaned until
nearly daylight. I was aggravated at her for bringing some stranger home, but I had to
admit it was stimulating to hear them going at it.
I suppose Bob or whoever he was left sometime because he was gone when I got up
about noon. When Pat finally got up I read her the riot act and told her I needed to
sleep. Of course she told me she was sorry and it wouldn’t happen again and of course I
didn’t believe her.
“Where did you find that Bozo, anyway?” I asked her.
“There was a party going on a few spaces down. I was invited to go and I did.
Bill…Bob…whoever, was there and we made out some. When I got my hand on his cock I knew I
wanted more so we came here. Sorry about all the racket.”
“Just try to remember I’m right on the other side of a very thin wall,” I said.
“Yeah, I will. Anyway, what’s-his-name said he could get me a job with somebody he
knows, so it wasn’t all pleasure. I was networking while partying.”
“A job doing what?” I asked her.
“I don’t know exactly,” Pat said. “Some kind of modeling work. I have to call him
later today and get the details.”
I was aware that Pat had done some modeling when she was younger. She certainly
looked like a model. Where I have what someone called a lush body, Pat is tall and thin.
Mom and the other girls in the family all have big boobs, but Pat got very small breasts.
She seldom has to wear a bra.
Later I got dressed and went to work leaving Pat to do her thing. That was a Friday
night and I didn’t see Pat until Sunday afternoon. When she finally came in she looked
like she had a hard weekend. Her hair was a mess and her make-up was smeared.
“Here, put this toward the rent and food,” she said handing me a bunch of money.
There was over five hundred dollars in the stack. “I’m going to take a shower and hit the
bed. Don’t wake me until sometime tomorrow.”
“Pat,” I called to her. “Where have you been for the past two days?”
“Working, dear,” she called back and disappeared into the bathroom. I didn’t see her
again until Monday morning.
“Good morning, Sis,” she said coming into the tiny kitchen. I said good morning and
asked her what kind of work she did to earn that much money. “Bob wasn’t shooting the
shit. He did know a guy and he did need a model. I had a busy weekend.”
“You looked like hell,” I said. “That must have been some hard modeling work.”
“The modeling wasn’t hard,” Pat said with a laugh. “It was the party afterward that
got rough. Those old boys nearly fucked me to death.” The fact she had sex didn’t shock
me or the fact she was so candid about it.
“Boys? As in more than one?”
“Yes, there were four of them before the weekend was over. It started with just the
one photographer. We got one session out of the way and then his assistant came and we
started another shoot. This time I did some naughty nudes for them and I guess they got
all excited. Carl Bright, that’s the photographer asked me if I wanted to make some real
money. Of course I said yes and he did a video of me and his assistant fucking. When Carl
asked me if I could handle two men I said the more the merrier so he called a friend.” Now
I was speechless. Not that I was surprised at her doing it. I was surprised at how blasé
she was about it. She wasn’t through with her story. “Then after a while Carl wanted some
of my pussy so I played with all three of them. We moved the party to Carl’s apartment and
that’s when the fourth man showed up. That was ol’ big dick Bob. I’m telling you that four
horny guys can just about wear a girl out.”
I didn’t respond for a few minutes. I couldn’t think of anything to say. I didn’t
want to get all judgmental with Pat because I knew she couldn’t handle that.
“So were you paid for modeling or…the other thing?” I asked.
“Some of both, I guess. Five hundred for the modeling and another five hundred for
the fucking. Carl has another job for me later in the week. What are you looking at me
like that?” she demanded.
“I wasn’t aware I was looking at you in any particular way,” I answered. “Isn’t that
dangerous, Pat?”
“What? The modeling or the fucking?” she asked laughing at me.
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