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Story Title "The Path Of Least Resistance" from Alamo Preacher Chapter One It was the stag film that started it all, though, looking back I can now see how many things had been leading up to it over a period of time. The stag film however, seemed to be the beginning and I can remember that evening so clearly, every detail is etched on my memory. It was, in a very real sense, the end of the beginning. We were sitting in the living room of our apartment, Julie and me. We were both a little tense. Julie had returned from work around seven, but I was home before her, as usual, and had got us a light meal ready. We'd chitchatted while we ate it, something unstated between us, hanging in the air. What was in the air, was actually in Julie's bag, which she'd chucked onto the settee when she'd come in. Now we were sitting down, the dishes cleared away, and we couldn't put off talking about the contents of the bag any more. If I had picked up the remote and turned on the TV we might never have mentioned it, never discussed it, and our lives might have turned out very differently. That, however was not Julie's way. Before I could turn on the TV she produced the videotape out of her bag. "I got it. They had it in the Chartbusters near work." She said unnecessarily. The videotape wasn't in it's own box so I couldn't see the cover - it was just a generic blue Chartbusters box with advertising for the latest releases. The reason that I was looking to see if had a cover, was of course because Julie would be on it. This was a porn video. Julie was the star of this film. My wife had once been a porn star. This wasn't news to me. From the very first, Julie had been very open about what she did or had done. In fact when I got to know her she had already quit doing adult films and had been doing some soap and advertising acting for a while. However, when we'd first met, I'd asked her what she did for a living, and she replied that she was a porn actress, but that she was now doing other work. At first I thought she'd just said this to shock me, but in fact she was just making sure that if it was a problem for me, then she'd find out immediately. She told me later, after we'd started seeing each other regularly, that she'd come to that party expressly to meet me. We'd met a few times before at the parties of mutual friends, but never been introduced or spoken to each other. Julie had asked about me among our mutual friends and decided she liked the sound and the look of me. I had been described as 'A nice guy.' And 'a gentleman' by a couple of mutual girlfriends so Julie had decided to see what I was like. I would never have approached her. She was simply too intimidating. Firstly, she was stunningly attractive, and she had an actresses' confidence and poise. I would have considered her totally out of my league. However, once we'd met, we got on well. I could make her laugh, and we had a mutual interest in film and photography. She was looking for someone stable and decent, someone who would treat her right. I fitted the bill. What made me different was my reaction to her surprise revelation. It was pure luck on my part. I could just as easily have blurted out something crass or insensitive, but at the time I actually came out with a reply that she liked. When she told me that she had been an adult star but was now doing TV and commercials. I said "Do you miss it?" When she asked me what I meant by that, I replied that I wondered if she missed being a star in one field of work and now having to climb the ladder again in a different world. Julie had seemed pleased with this, and later told me that it was the most 'normal' reaction she'd ever got. As well as the more obviously crude remarks, some guys had seemed too interested in what she had done in the past, while others had almost immediately used it as an excuse to treat her badly. I seemed to disregard the matter, treating it as perfectly natural but without making it seem distasteful. While we were dating, I rarely brought the subject up, and it caused neither of us any difficulty. We dated. We got on well. We fell in love. We got married. Julie's 'straight' acting career never really took off and eventually she faced the inevitable, went back to college, did some training and became a legal P.A. She was very good at it. I had been an agency photographer, and eventually got tired of it, set up my own business and became freelance. I was moderately successful, but constantly had to chase every possible lead and line of work. All the same, we did well and we had been married for over five years before the evening with the stag film. What had lead up this unusual home viewing had been coming for some time. As with any married couple, while the sex had been great at first, eventually a combination of familiarity, married life, work and lack of imagination had lead to a decline in both the frequency and the passion of our lovemaking. I was concerned, but Julie was determined to do something about it. She had always been sexually aggressive. She loved to fuck, and either by nature or because of her time spent in porn films she was very frank and very adventurous. Other couples probably find their sex lives becoming a little stale after a couple of years rather than our five years, most of which I had spent in a kind of sexual ecstasy. Until very recently I had had no complaints in the sex department at all, but I had to agree with Julie when she first told me that she thought we weren't as passionate or as keen any more. "Is it me darling?" she'd asked. "Have you grown tired of me?" I hadn't of course, and I told her so. "Well, I haven't grown tired of you either, and I don't think I ever will, but I can tell that you don't want me as much as you once did." I protested, but she wasn't convinced. "Maybe we just need to try something new?" I wondered. "I can't imagine what, though, you've taught me positions and practices that I'd never even thought possible till I met you." She raised an eyebrow at this. "You think I've run out of ideas?" She asked. "Would you be willing to try something a bit wilder?" I gulped, and nodded, but whatever it was she had in mind she wouldn't say, beyond that it would take a bit of preparation and that I'd find out in good time. She gave me such a knowing smile before rolling over and going to sleep that I began to worry at this. I had a secret, and I began to suspect she knew. My secret wasn't so terrible, but was deeply embarrassing. I was, or at least had been, a closet transvestite. What made the secret terrible was that I'd never revealed this to Julie. From when we were first going out, I'd resolved not to tell her and had kept it hidden from her all this time. In fact I had totally stopped wearing any of the skimpy under things that I had longed for since the first time we'd been together. This had been terribly difficult, and hadn't gotten any easier in the five years we'd been together. We'd moved in to a joint apartment after a couple of months and Julie had a wonderful collection of very fine, very sexy, very expensive lingerie, hose, skirts and dresses. She wore lingerie all the time. I don't think she owned a pair of plain white cotton panties at all. She was glamorous, sexy and utterly beautiful at all times. From the start I had exercised an iron will to keep away from her things, at times leaving the house altogether when she wasn't there, to keep myself out of temptation. I had ruined a previous relationship by 'borrowing' and wearing my girlfriend's panties. When she'd found out she'd ended the relationship, citing that I had lied to her, stolen from her (in a way) and behaved in a perverse fashion. It had not been pretty. I'd been humiliated and ashamed. When I'd met Julie soon after that breakup I'd sworn not to allow this to happen again. The ex-girlfriend had moved away, but Julie had known her vaguely. At first I'd worried that Julie might know about my fetish already. However she had never mentioned it, even when recounting what she'd found out about me from other ex- girlfriends before we'd started dating, so I had put my fears aside for the most part. There had been one occasion on our honeymoon. We'd spent pretty much the whole holiday in bed and at one point, Julie had asked me, with a mischievous glint in her eye, if I'd like to play 'Dress up'. She'd offered me a lacy teddy to wear, offering it to me with a coy smile. My heart beat faster, cold sweat formed in my palms. The teddy was fabulous, just the sort of thing that drove me wild. Did she know? Was she testing me? Would she care? I shook my head. I don't remember what I said at them time. I think I tried to change the subject and suggested something else to do, and she relented after asking me if I was sure a couple of times but she must have been able to tell I wasn't comfortable with the idea. That night I lay awake and cursed my timidity, wondering what it would have lead to if I'd had the never to accept her offer, but in the cold light of day I realized I'd done the right thing. Julie would never have been happy with the sissy in me that I knew she would see if I was to wear lingerie in front of her. Now, the fear that she knew or had heard something from someone was back. I wondered what sort of sexual scenario she was dreaming up. The sly smile she'd given me worried me, but reasoning about it, cross dressing wouldn't take any time to prepare - there were piles of her undies in drawers all over the bedroom. It had to be something else, and indeed it was. A couple of days later, and a couple of weeks before the film night, I arrived home from an assignment to find all my lights and cameras set up in the bedroom. Julie had had the day off and had clearly been busy. While I was puzzling over the equipment she emerged from the bedroom wearing a robe. She gave me a smile. "I thought you might do me the favor of updating my portfolio." She said seductively, and opened the robe to reveal black lacy panties, matching bra and black holdups. "Wow!" I eventually managed to say. She'd never looked so sexy, though I'd often seen her wear underwear as skimpy and as sexy before. I got my camera and lenses together as she sashayed over to the bed. As soon as I looked at her through the camera to get the exposure and focus I realized what it was that was different about her. She was 'On camera.' She exuded the sort of poise and smoldering sensuality that the best models and actresses could turn on when a camera was pointed at them. I snapped a few shots to warm up and Julie lost the robe. She was very good. She'd modeled before, nude modeling and soft core stuff before she broke into fully fledged porn films. She could strike a pose that was both seductive and natural. She had a natural feel for the camera and her own body, and most of all she smiled. She looked like she was enjoying herself. "How am I doing?" she asked, as she laid herself out on the bed and I moved back to get some shots of her on the covers. "Great." I said. "You look fabulous, let me get some of you sitting up." I was getting fairly worked up. I'd done a lot of pictures for lingerie catalogs and a lot of fairly mild soft core photography but never anything like this. I wasn't sure what to ask her to do, but she knew what she was doing. Julie ran her hands over herself and began to slowly remove her holdups. She rolled each one down seductively and tossed them into the air. I switched to a new roll of film and moved in a little as she posed, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Is this good?" she asked. "How do I look?" Her hands were tugging teasingly at her bra straps. "Oh God, just take it nice and slow, I have to wind on after each shot." I answered. "I haven't lost it then?" she asked, as she pulled aside the lacy fabric, and covered her breasts with her crossed arms. "Oh no, you haven't." I tried to get several more as she, smilingly, lifted her arms to reveal her firm breasts. I took a few more shots before she was ready to begin running her fingers along the lacy waistband and teasing me and the camera as she pulled at the waistband and rolled down her panties. She lay on her back and tugged them upwards, her legs high in the air, eventually flicking them with her foot across the room. "Get some close-ups." She said and I adjusted the lens and moved in closer. Soon, I was out of film, and had joined her on the bed. Eventually, Julie lifted the camera strap from around my neck and it was my turn to get undressed. Later, Julie lay back in bed and reached over to me. "Well, good idea?" she asked. "Of course." I replied "Not too weird?" she asked. "What do you mean?" I frowned. I thought I knew, but I wasn't sure. She continued "I mean, you didn't think it was weird, it didn't make you wonder about what I did before? The magazines and films?" "No, not at all. I thought you knew I was okay with that. I really enjoyed this evening, and I think you did too, more than you're letting on. I could tell you were turned on like I haven't seen you in a long time. I'm just surprised we never thought of doing this before." Julie bit her lip. She had thought of doing this before. Something had been holding her back. "I thought maybe it was best to leave all that in the past. I thought maybe that doing something like this might . might .." "Might what? Really Julie, you looked wonderful. It's not as if you haven't told me everything about your past. Its not even as if I disapprove, I'm a photographer for goodness sake, not for adult magazines, but it's not as if I'm easily shocked. Don't feel you have to hide anything from me, especially not of it makes you feel good." Julie gave me a huge smile. I'd pleased her enormously. She moved lower. "So we'll be doing this again?" she asked huskily. "Yes, but . " I hesitated about suggesting what I had on my mind. "What?" Julie was intrigued, she was moving lower and lower in the bed. "Maybe next time, we could do it in reverse?" even as I said this I knew I'd phrased it badly. A huge grin broke out over Julie's face. "In reverse? I take the pictures, you wear the panties?" "No, no, I mean, you dress, rather than undress, I always think that's sexier." She smiled. "I know" she said, and her lips encircled my cock and she began to gently tongue me back to hardness again. I'd often remarked on how I enjoyed watching her dress, thankfully. That was what I'd meant, but she'd almost caught me. A flash of fear, excitement and longing had surged through me as soon as I'd seen her assume I wanted to wear her panties. I did, of course, but as she tongued and sucked me, I resolved even more firmly than ever before to suppress that side of myself. Anything rather than lose this wonderful woman who I loved her with all my heart. We did do it again. The following week. We were shopping, and when we were in a large department store Julie spotted a red dress. She showed it to me, and gave me a suggestive look. "You know the red satin set I have?" I nodded. "This would go perfectly over that." She purred, stressing the word 'over'. I nodded helplessly, already playing out the scene in my mind, picturing the shots. I had developed the photos from the first time already and when I'd showed them to Julie and told her how good she looked in them, it had brought it all back again, and we'd ended up tearing each other's clothes off in the living room, scattering the glossy prints everywhere. Julie bought the dress and new pair of shiny hose to go with it. When we got home she laid out the lingerie, hose and dress on the bed while I selected lenses and set up lights. She dressed slowly, seductively, eventually having to remove the French knickers from the silky cami-set before selecting another fine, red lacy thong to wear with the hose. Finally, she pulled on the fabulous dress, and I loaded a final set of film to take some shots of her posing, standing on a chair to get some upward shots of her legs. By the time we put the camera aside I was crazy with lust and Julie was even more turned on than on the previous occasion. All this was great, and I was in second heaven, not least because Julie seemed to enjoy these evenings just as much, if not more, than I did. I supposed that she wanted to recapture some of the good memories of when she'd been a nude model and porn star. In retrospect maybe this should have bothered me, but it didn't. I was taken completely by surprise when lying in the afterglow of sex Julie asked if I wanted to see one of her films. It may seem odd that this was such a surprise to me or that I had serious doubts about it. Perhaps I had been able to be so blase about her former career because I had relegated it to 'The past' and could deal with it as something that only existed in the time before we met. Everything about it was okay as long as it was 'Then' and not 'Now.' Watching a film would be very much 'Here and now'. I would be watching Julie fucking other men on film. The fact that these films existed didn't bother me, but watching them almost certainly would. In fact, even the thought of it was bothering me. I hesitated, Julie could tell that there was something wrong. "It would bother you wouldn't it?" She propped herself up on one elbow beside me in bed to see my face. I tried to hide my concern. "No, no." I blustered. "It wouldn't bother me. Do you want to watch one?" "Noooo." She said slowly. "I don't want to, but I think I'd like you to. But not if it would upset you." Having previously said so strenuously that I was okay with this I felt I could not back out now. "Okay, lets both admit I've always been curious." I said. "Are you sure? I don't want to force you into anything," Julie looked a little unsure and concerned. "No, no." I went on, unconvincingly, digging myself in deeper. "But you rent it okay?" She smiled. "Embarrassed to rent an adult film? And you claim you're not a prude." She laughed, and that was that, she rented the film the next day. Chapter Two I sat nervously on the couch. In my usual way I'd suppressed all thoughts of what was going to happen until the very last minute. Now it was too late to back out. Julie seemed nervous too. It was clear she wanted to watch this, or rather, as she'd said, that she wanted me to watch it. She was excited, I had enough intelligence to see that. If this was something she wanted then I'd go through with it. This, after all had all happened in the past, and the films had been made years ago. Thousands of men had already seen them. With that rather unsettling thought in my mind, I settled back on the sofa as Julie pressed play on the VCR and joined me, taking a gulp of wine as she sat down. The film started immediately, no trailers, and as the credits rolled, scenes from the movie's, sex scenes came up on screen, accompanied by the usual panting and moaning. The film was called, "Stag party." The lurid titles flashed up over a shot of a group sex scene featuring several guys in football shirts all simultaneously humping a fairly slim blond girl - not Julie. The voice over began, starting with a two sentence precis of the simple plot. "A stag party to end all stag parties." Growled the narrator. "Greg's last night of freedom was to be the hottest of his or his friends lives." more shots of the gang-bang scene. "but the night got even hotter when Misty, Greg's future bride's secret job as a stripper was finally revealed to the whole. stag party!" This last part of the voice-over came over a shot of Julie, wearing typical stripper's attire - suspender belt, bra, stockings - pulling off a dress over her head. Her face was obscured by the dress at first but I recognized her immediately. As soon as the dress was off, revealing a smiling Julie, shaking out her hair and beaming around the hotel-room film set at the roomful of actors, the voice- over began again. "Starring Julie Clemence, of the Carnal Sin series and ." But I didn't hear the rest. I was stunned that Julie had used her real name in her film work. For some reason I had always assumed she had had one of those ridiculous porn star names like 'Chesty St. Claire' or 'Misty Dawns'. That was minor of course, compared to the shock of seeing her on film being thoroughly and forcefully banged by a series of male stars whose names I barely caught, and finally by dozens of guys, the whole cast and crew it seemed, in what must have been a shot of the final scene of the film. I think my mouth may have fallen open. In any case, Julie could see immediately that I was far more shocked than she or I had expected me to be. She pressed the pause button on the tape, unfortunately freeze-framing a scene where she was being fucked from behind by what I supposed to be the best man. Her face, three-quarters turned to the camera was caught in an expression of pure ecstasy. "I thought you might react like this." She said. "I think I could tell that you hadn't really thought about what this would actually be like." I turned to her, but I didn't really know what to say. She continued. "Bruce, I realize this may be hard for you, but I think it's important that you watch these films. It's part of who I am, and while it is some time since I made them, I am still this person. If you're really going to get to know me and understand who I am, you'll have to accept this too." She was quite firm in the way she said this, and I sensed there was something more behind her words. Another agenda. "Okay Julie." I said quietly. She snuggled over to me and put her arms around me. "I married you Bruce. I love you. This doesn't change anything. We're just watching a porn film okay?" "Well." I began, but she cut me off . "Yes, I'm the star of the film, and you're going to see me getting fucked over and over again, and I'll be moaning and screaming, so it is kind of different to just any film. What I mean is, I don't want you to 'switch off'. That is me on the film, not someone from the past." This was little worrying and very close to my own thoughts. There was also definitely some subtext to what she was saying, but Julie didn't give me a chance to question her, she pressed the play button on the VCR remote and the film started again. Thankfully the credits had ended and it was the first scene of the film. Julie stayed snuggled up close to me on the sofa, and I faced front, willing myself the strength to get through this. What struck me first was that Julie was very good. Unlike most actresses in porn she could actually act. The film was definitely above the usual standard, the lighting, camera work, sound and even the direction was all topnotch. It wasn't art but it was certainly technically good enough for mainstream film. What was also striking was that this was very much Julie's film. She was the star, and she was on camera for ninety percent of the shots. The story revolved around her. The supposed plot was that Julie's character was a moonlighting stripper whose dark secret was hidden from her fiance? until his stag night when she is unknowingly hired to strip and have sex with him in a hotel room stag party. All this I'd gleaned from the credits. The first actual sex scene of the film came after five minutes or so of scene-setting in which Julie had to cry off a date with 'Greg' claiming she had arranged to go out with 'the girls' but actually because she had been hired to strip for some businessmen. There was quite a long scene in which she got dressed for the evening, selecting a teddy, holdups and little black dress and heels. She arrived at the hotel room and after some introductions to the four businessmen began a set-piece dance routine in which she slowly removed her clothes, mouthing silently at the camera and winking at the men. It was wonderfully sexy, but my enjoyment of watching her was, of course, spoiled by the knowledge that soon she was going to be having sex with one or all of them. The dance routine took about five minutes, and at the end she was down to her pink teddy and white stockings. Smiling, she asked "Well, which one of you boys wants to help me finish?" She then walked over to the youngest of the suited men, and pulling him to his feet began to undress him. The film cut to Julie pulling down the boxers of the now nearly-naked man, and going down on her knees in front of him. The camera zoomed in on her face and half-closed eyes as she opened her pretty mouth and swallowed his semi-erect cock. After sucking on him till he was rigid she released him and looking up, said "Well, big boy, want to pay for the full service?" "Oh yeah, and the other guys too." He grunted woodenly. This guy wasn't being paid for his acting talent. The camera panned back and Julie lead him over to the bed. She kneeled down at the foot of the bed and reaching behind her popped the studs in the crotch of the teddy and spread her legs. "Come on then Sir, why don't you fuck me here?" and he did, thrusting himself into her with a mighty push in one movement. Julie's whole body flushed and stiffened and she began a series of moans, yelps and screams, that continued until he finally reached orgasm spasming inside her again and again. Gasping, he withdrew and Julie looked back over her shoulder and gave him a big smile. "Hope you enjoyed that? Now who's next?" For the second guy she lay on her back, and he pulled her legs far apart, humping her roughly while she sucked guys three and four alternately. The editing became faster as the scene built towards a climax where finally Julie had one fucking her in the ass, with another in her pussy while yet another balanced precariously on the bed so she could blow him and gave the last one a hand job. This, final scene lasted over seven minutes, during which time she seemed to come, over and over again. When it was over. Julie paused the film again, and taking my face in her hand turned my head around to look at her. "You're crying! She exclaimed. "Oh darling why? Whatever is the matter?" I hadn't realized that tears had begun trickling down my cheeks, but I knew why. A terrible realization had come to me as I'd watched the film. Julie came on film just like she did with me. She was faking it, and had been all this time. "You've been faking." I said. "Right from the beginning." She looked puzzled and then completely confused. "What do you mean? Faking orgasm? Don't be silly, you've just seen me have dozens of orgasms - are you saying I look different when I'm with you?" "No, just the same. That's the point. Are you saying that you're not faking it on film?" "Honey in these films, nothing is faked. Believe me." She said, and pressed play on the tape to show the last few minutes of the scene in the hotel room, where she stood up from the bed and went into the bathroom, come dribbling down her legs, to have a shower before dressing herself again. She paused the tape. "Baby, when I'm with you I come. I've never lied to you and I'm not lying now. I've never understood why some women do that and I've never done it. Not with you, not on film." I nodded. She was so emphatic that I had to believe her. It was a relief, but I still felt all churned up emotionally. She looked at me lovingly and dried away my tears. "Do you want to watch the rest?" she asked. I shook my head, "Not just now," "Too bad," she smiled, because I ready to fuck the brains out of you right now." She paused and gave me a wry smile. "You don't look up for it however." I protested, but a little feebly. She leaned in close. "Don't worry, I know what will get you in the mood." She whispered throatily, and taking me by the hand lead me upstairs to the bedroom. Once there, she turned the lights down low and quickly undressed me, lying me back on the bed. "I know what gets you going, darling." She said, leaning in close to me, arching an eyebrow. "What's that?" I asked. "Lingerie." She rolled the word around her mouth, emphasizing it, drawing it out sensuously. She glanced downwards, and so did I. My cock was responding, slowly, but unmistakably rising to an erection. Julie grinned." If just the word does this to you, lets see what the real thing can do." I was petrified. 'The real thing!' she did know, she had to. Julie didn't seem to notice my anxiety. "Did you like the teddy in the dance routine? I still have it." She scampered off the bed and went straight to the chest of drawers where she kept all her underclothes. In a minute she had assembled the outfit, the blue teddy, black holdups with lacy tops a and black satin panties. She brought them over to the bed where I was lying rigid and laid them down beside me. For a moment I was on the verge of blurting out something like. "I knew you knew. How did you find out?" Until I realized the Julie was undressing. She was going to wear the panties. Conflicting emotions rushed over me. Relief that she didn't know, and inexplicable disappointment that she didn't know too. Perhaps catching sight of my expression, Julie paused as she removed her dress. "This is what you want isn't it darling? You want me to wear sexy underwear? Is there something wrong? Is there something else?" I was confused, but I had to cover up my obvious anxiety. "Well, no, you know I love it when you wear sexy things..." She got onto the bed. "But what, I want to fulfill your fantasies, let me know what you want. I love to wear lingerie when you're fucking me, but I need to know what you like." I was surprised at what she said. "I know you like sexy clothes - you certainly have enough but you never said you like wearing it for sex." "Of course." She said. She began slowly removing her clothes and pulling on the holdups "Who wouldn't love the feel of these soft nylons as they pull them on. Look at the lacy tops, can you imagine how they feel against your thighs as your legs are being spread open, oh its delicious. And the panties, so soft, so shiny. That's the best, when you pull them down, exposing me, the feel of them as they run down my legs and off." She was pulling them on as she spoke, and then picked up the satin baby doll. Oh no, this is the best. The feel of the baby doll on my back as you pump into me. You know the way my body slides over the material as you're fucking me, the sensation from the material as it rides and pulls over my back, my breasts, the straps straining at my shoulders as you thrust deep into me and then relaxing as you withdraw again. Uh, oh god please." She had dressed in the skimpy things now and suddenly rolled over onto her back and spread her legs. I rolled onto her, and kissed her. And deliberately tugged down her panties. As I pushed into her she lay back and clasped her hands behind her head. "Slowly lover." She said "I want to savour you." I was only to happy to comply and slowed my stroke as much as I could. "Aaaah" she gasped and then looked up at me. "Did you enjoy watching me?" she asked, her voice heavy with the husky sound of sex. "Yes" I replied, trying to keep my voice as neutral as possible. "I thought you would enjoy it more. Oh god that's good. Go deeper baby, as deep as you can. I want to make it good for you, I thought you would enjoy seeing me being fucked by other guys. Wait, did you say yes?" I was confused again about what I should say, but I couldn't think straight while we were having sex. "Yes I did." I replied eventually. I felt Julie grip me tighter with her thighs and her pussy muscles. "I knew it." She whispered. "You're far too uptight baby. Just relax, and let me make you feel good. Will you let me do that?" "Yes". My role was being reduced to simply agreeing with her, but it was a wonderful feeling. "That's it. Now look at me, and don't stop fucking me. What did you enjoy?" I was looking her directly in the eyes. "I enjoyed watching you fuck other guys." I said. I couldn't believe I was saying this, but it seemed when she held me between her legs I was unable to lie. Also, the relief of telling the truth was wonderful, I would have told her anything, even the cross dressing, even wanting her to dominate me, spank me, anything. Julie was going slower however. "Mmmm, I enjoyed watching you watch me. What did you enjoy about it?" "I enjoyed watching the expression on your face." The words seemed to be coming straight from my subconscious to my mouth with no thought at all. As I said this I realized it was true, watching the look of pure pleasure sweep across Julie's face as she was penetrated again and again had been an unbelievable turn-on. "Mmmm, I love it." She said. I didn't know if she meant the sex now or during the film. "You should watch the rest of it tomorrow - there's more where I'm facing the camera and loads of close ups of my face as I'm getting fucked good and hard." I almost came as she said this. She must have felt me spasm. "Is it good baby? Is this turning you on. Does baby want to come now? Do you want to come and come inside your slutty porn star?" All I could do was grunt. Suddenly Julie clamped her thighs together and quelled my thrusting. "I want to make you happy baby, I want to make you satisfied, but you've got to let me. I know that making me happy makes you happy too, right?" "Yes, I love it when you're satisfied, when you come." "Well that works both ways, it could be beautiful, because making you come again and again, that makes me happy too. So happy. It's like a wonderful, silken circle. You will let me help you?" "Oh please Julie." "Mmmm." She relaxed her thighs again and lifted her legs onto my shoulders to allow me in deeper. "Okay baby, now come for me, give it all to me. Shoot inside me darling." I returned to my thrusting and in seconds I was coming deep inside her. "That's it, oh yes, I love this more than anything." She said as I clenched and spasmed inside her. This hadn't been the most explosive sex we'd ever had, but it was up there. For a moment I wondered if I'd done the right thing in admitting how I felt about the film, but I couldn't find a trace of remorse. In fact I felt wonderful. It might have been very different if I'd blurted out about the desire to cross dress though. Julie seemed satisfied too. She gave me a huge loving smile as I withdrew. I wasn't sure if she'd come but she certainly seemed very happy. She held me for a while, whispering to me. "Did you enjoy that baby? Is it good? Mmmm?" There was no need to answer and soon we were both asleep. Chapter 3 The next day Julie was going to work fairly early, while I had the day off. She kissed me good-bye before I was fully awake. "Watch the rest if you like." She said with a smile, and then she was gone in a whirl of perfume. I just caught a glimpse of her visible panty line through her sheer, clinging dress as she strode out the door. A moment later I heard the front door bang. Julie wouldn't be back until after six. I lay back in bed and stretched my legs out under the covers. My legs slid over Julie's satiny baby doll which she must have left in the bed when she got up. With a groan I realized I had immediately got a hard-on as I touched the cool fabric. I pulled back my leg and rolled over in a tight, tense ball. Thoughts of just grabbing the sexy nightie, putting it on, and having a long, luxurious wank bounced around my mind as I tried to stifle them. Worse, I thought, I could put it on, then sneak downstairs and watch the rest of the video. Jesus! What was I coming to, the thought of sitting there, jerking myself off in my wife's satiny undies, watching her get fucked on tape over and over again, was unbelievably arousing, and totally humiliating at the same time. My hands were straying near my rock-hard cock as I imagined the feel of the slippery baby doll around me, the sounds of Julie gasping as some young stud pounded into her again and again. Oh god -I found myself wondering what it would be like to try on Julie's new tan pantyhose with the baby doll. My hand stroked the top of my throbbing cock. Mmmmm. With a single bound and a cry of determination I threw myself out of bed and crossed the bedroom to the bathroom before I could stop myself and almost hurled myself into the shower. There was brief flicker of regret as the wonderful image of Julie's undies flashed across my mind one more time before I wrenched on the shower to full blast and all thought of sex was driven out of my mind by the pummeling, freezing water. When I felt more in control of myself I turned on the warm water and had a shower, trying to decide what to do that day to keep my mind off the video and all thoughts of cross dressing. Usually I could get over these dangerous times by working hard or getting stuck into a computer game that would occupy all my attention. I decided to sort out some stuff in the garden in the morning, do some shopping and have lunch out. Then see if there was anything good in the local computer game shop to play in the afternoon. When I'd finished in the bathroom and gone back to the bedroom to get dressed, I immediately noticed the baby doll on the bed, exposed by my having thrown back the covers. I very nearly weakened again, at the sight of the lacy fabric, the spaghetti straps and its delicious silkiness. Gritting my teeth I stuffed it under Julie's pillow, pulled up the duvet and got dressed, forcing my semi-erect cock into a pair of cotton boxers rather than the silky panties it so clearly wanted. In this fashion the day progressed. However hard I tried I couldn't get more than twenty minutes peace before my subconscious bubbled thoughts of lingerie or images of Julie being fucked by other guys into my mind's eye. Each time it was more of an effort to get myself together again, and by the time six o' clock rolled round I was in a fairly black mood. Half a dozen times I'd considered giving in altogether, going upstairs and putting on panties, pantyhose, a slip and having a good, old-fashioned wank just to get it over with. Each time I'd resisted but I felt no sense of victory. Now, perversely it was easier to resist- it was too late and the chance of Julie coming home and catching me was too great, so there was no point in thinking about it. Though I did. I was just getting dinner ready when the phone rang. It was Julie."Hey lover, did you finish watching it?" "No Julie, I uh.. I got busy doing other stuff." Julie sounded almost disappointed. "Oh, I see" she said. "I thought you liked it?" "Well, I did, I uh, " I couldn't say why I really didn't watch the rest of it - that it would have probably have driven me to put on my wife's undies. "Eh, I suppose I didn't want to watch it alone." I had no idea what made me say that, I kind of blurted it out but it seemed to mollify her. "Okay - I can see that. The thing is, when I got it, there was another one of my films in the shop and I think you would have liked it better. I wanted you to leave back that tape and get this one. It has to go back before seven anyway, and I'm going to be late home - not till seven twenty." "You want me to drop this one back and take out another? What's it called?" "No silly, I want you to finish watching this one and then swap it for the other one -- it's called Lingerie Lover." "Ehhh, okay - how come you'll be late home?" "I need to pick up some things. Now make sure you watch it?" I agreed and put down the phone. I checked the machine. There was another half- hour or so before seven. There was more than enough time to watch it, go to the video store and fix dinner. I resolved to watch it first. Then I could drop it back and concentrate on the dinner rather than give it to the temptation to masturbate or worse. Last night had been kind of strange. I'd felt wonderful talking to Julie while we made love but now I wasn't so sure any more. I was almost dreading what I would see on the tape and how it would make me feel. With a heavy heart I pressed play on the remote. The video flickered on and the scene shifted to one of the minor characters in the film, who was supposedly Julie's boss, arranging the stag night with the best man. After some fairly desultory dialogue they were soon fucking. After a while it was back to Julie and her fiance. It was very strange to watch her being felt up by this guy, and clearly enjoying it. I found the dialogue distracting, so I turned the sound down low. Julie was wearing a low-cut, blue, shiny satin dress, and the guy - Brad - was feeling her breasts through the filmy fabric. As he rubbed and tweaked her nipples, the camera slowly closed in on her face to show the growing look of raw, sexual lust come over her face. She was clearly getting aroused and after a time the camera pulled back to show her begin to unbuckle Brad's jeans and tug them down, while he continued rubbing and caressing her breasts. I couldn't tell what they were saying - but it seemed like the idea was that they didn't have much time, as they were hurrying and talking quickly. When Julie had his cock out of his shorts she quickly bent down, and I thought she was about to give him a blow job. I couldn't bear to watch that, and my hand strayed over the fast forward button, but instead she pushed his cock between her breasts, still covered by the silky fabric and she began to rub and pull him off between her satin-covered globes. The camera flicked to Brad's face for a moment, his eyes, closed, mouthing something, and then quickly back to Julie, pushing her breasts around him and sliding him between the silky mounds. This was fabulous, my hand stayed towards my crotch and I adjusted myself slightly to allow my erection to grow more comfortably within my jeans. After a moment though, the camera closed and held on a shot that showed both her heaving breasts and Julie's face, and I realized I couldn't watch much more of this without desperately needing to jerk off. I fast-forwarded and eventually, after more plot exposition the film got to the final scene at the stag party. I skipped through the 'support act' and on to the main scene with Julie. I wondered about turning up the sound to see what they were saying, but suddenly was transfixed by the sight of Julie on all fours on a bed being taken from behind by one of the actors - not Brad. What had arrested me so forcefully was the fact that she was looking directly into the camera, which was catching every twinge and gasp as he rhythmically humped her. The camera slowly zoomed in on her face as she looked directly at me though the lens. I turned up the volume and heard her gasp and moan, with each sweet thrust and withdrawal. She was making her little high-pitched throaty yells that I knew so well, and I found myself transported by her gaze back to the state that I had been in last night as she spoke to me while we made love. The sense of violation and raw jealously slipped away as I became lost in the wonder of seeing her so transported by the sensations this guy was giving her. He was almost completely out of shot now, as the camera closed in relentlessly on her face and finally, only on her eyes. When she came, the camera didn't turn away, just pulled back a little as she shook and tossed her head in ecstasy. My cock was like a burning rod in my pants, I was afraid to move in case the friction against my boxers would cause me to come, even though I hadn't touched myself at all. I stopped the tape and took a deep breath. In the silence I tried to get my head round what was happening to me. Was I really the sort of person who could get off on watching his wife be fucked by other men? What sort of a person was I? What on earth was I getting into here, and was this what Julie had intended when she wanted me to watch these films? Thinking back on what she'd said last night, there definitely seemed to have been some sort of subtext. What had she said? "You will let me help you?" What did she mean? My cock throbbed painfully. There was still a few minutes to go on the tape, but there was no way I could continue to watch it. I decided to finish off preparing the meal and then watch the rest. Julie had seemed very firm about wanting me to watch it all. I didn't want to have to admit I hadn't seen the whole thing when she got home. I went into the kitchen and busied myself with the food and the table. Now I was up again, thoughts of her lingerie, the silken panties, the stretchy cami-tops, the soft pantyhose, all came flooding back more urgent than ever. I tried to get a handle on myself, quell these urges. I was stirring the stovetop casserole as I fought to get hold of myself, and in my tensed up state, and splashed sauce over my top and jeans. Cursing louder than necessary I furiously wiped the stains with a cloth, causing my softening cock to spring back into painful hardness again. I'd taken the cloth from a kitchen drawer which also contained Julie's apron. It was a frilly, white thing, which tied around the waist, almost like a maid's apron. I hesitated, I had no apron of my own, but it seemed stupid to risk splashing myself again, just to avoid wearing something with some frills. I took it out, still justifying to myself that this was a purely practical measure in the kitchen and not a sissy thrill at all. Once I'd tied it on though, I crossed to the hall to see what it looked like on. Sissy. It was sissy - no denying it. I loved it. I could nip upstairs, pull off my jeans and boxers put on some of Julie's pantyhose and see what it felt like then. No! I forced myself back into the kitchen and, still wearing the apron finished off the preparations for the meal. I glanced at the clock. Quarter to seven. I could just watch the rest, rewind the tape, drop it back and pick up the other before Julie was home. I took off the apron, and noting that my cock still seemed to be in a state of permanent hardness returned to the VCR. The scene was the same bedroom, but Brad had walked in on his friend and Julie, just as they had finished fucking. The sound was on but low, and I could hear the faintly ridiculous dialogue between them, but I wasn't interested, and neither was the cameraman. He was concentrating on the come oozing from Julie's snatch as she lay back on the bed, talking to Brad. His poorly-acted anger was fading, and Julie seemed to be inviting him to give her one too. I turned up the sound a little to hear what she was saying. "Brad, I still love you but you'll just have to accept me the way I am. Now, why don't you come over here and fuck me? Billy has only warmed me up." Brad seemed to be having difficulties however, previous scenes had shown him drinking heavily at the party and now he was suffering from brewers droop. For once, his acting seemed genuine as he uselessly tried to coax some life into his soft dick. Julie was still lying back on the bed, encouraging him, but to no avail for the anguished Brad. "Hey baby." She cooed. "If you can't get it into me, why don't you clean me out with your mouth? I'd like that. Wouldn't you like to lick me and suck me down there? Hmmm?" Brad stopped sniffling and dumbly nodded his head. A large smile broke out over Julie's face and she turned and winked at the camera. I was electrified. Julie shifted slightly to get comfortable and lay back regally, spreading herself wide for her fiance. Brad lowered his head between her legs and began to lick and suck the come from her pussy, and gently tongue her clit. Julie brought her stockinged legs together around his ears and arched her back with pleasure, a huge satisfied smile over her face. "Mmmm." She said, very low -low enough that Brad would not have been able to hear with her thighs pressed against his ears "That's lovely baby, clean me out and get me ready for Mike, that's who I'll be fucking next." This last was to the camera, and the credits began to roll as Brad busies himself to his task. I sat back stunned at this. I couldn't believe how turned on I had been at this scene. Why did Julie want me to watch it? she had been so specific. Suddenly I noticed something on the credits. I rewound and pressed play again. 'Additional dialogue by Julie Clemence'. Additional dialogue? which parts? I was certain it was referring to this final scene, where she was looking at the camera and seemed to be ad-libbing as Brad went down on her. Thoughts buzzed around my brain. I was in turmoil. If I didn't have to drop back the video I don't know how long I would have sat there. I pressed rewind and got my jacket. In a minute I was on my way to the video store. I was pondering all that had happened so intensely that I was in the video store before I realized it. As I pushed open the door I felt a flush of embarrassment. The pretty young female assistant was on duty. She smiled at me as I walked in, and held out her hand for the tape. I waved at her, and walked on by. I didn't want to give her the tape before I'd got the new one - as she would take it out of the box and see it was a porn film. She was going to see me pick out another porn film anyway, but I wanted to put off the embarrassment for as long as possible. I got to the adult section and looked down the titles. I'd never before realized just how large this section was. There was no-one else in the store, but there was no way I wanted to ask the assistant where I could find this title. I scanned row after row, occasionally glancing up to see if the assistant was watching me. She was, and gave me a helpful smile each time. I glanced back at the shelves, worried that she might come over and offer to help. Finally I found it. It was in a section of films all from the same production company. I quickly scanned their covers, Julie seemed to be in about half of them, maybe seven films in total. Some of the titles were intriguing - "Panty slave", "After hours", "She's gonna get it", however I hadn't the time or the inclination to examine them more closely. I grabbed "Lingerie Lover" and headed for the counter. In the end the transaction was pretty painless. The assistant didn't say a word, presumably because she could tell I was embarrassed she probably saw this all the time. I did notice what might have been a look of recognition and a slight frown when she saw Julie on the cover of the tape I was renting. Perhaps I imagined it, but Julie often rented tapes here, and it was possible that the assistant recognized her. For a crazy moment I considered asking her if she recognized my wife, before I realized how crazy that would sound. I paid for the tape and got out of there fast. I was home by seven fifteen and quickly checked on the casserole. As I stirred, I heard Julie's key in the lock and she was home. Chapter 4 When she came in, Julie gave me a huge smile and a massive hug, as if she hadn't seen me for days. Actually, I felt the same way, the events of the day had almost worn me out. I held her close for a moment longer than usual. "Smells lovely." She said after I released her and she took off her coat. I dished up the meal and we sat down. Julie chatted away about her day at work as usual, but like the previous evening there was something unspoken between us. When we'd finished, we got up to do the dishes together. Julie noticed the apron. She smiled. "Were you wearing my apron?" she asked with an arched eyebrow. "Well, I splashed myself with the casserole." I explained. "I'm sure you did." She said with an ironic smirk. "Why don't you get us some drinks, and I'll finish off the washing up." I got some glasses and a bottle of wine and in a minute, Julie joined me in the living room. I handed her a glass of wine and she took it gratefully and sat down, regarding me with a long look. "Well, did you watch the rest of the film?" she asked. "Yes, I watched it to the end, but I fast-forwarded some bits - mostly the parts that didn't have you in them." I said. "That's interesting." Replied Julie. "And what did you think of the parts with me in?. The bit in the office?" She meant the scene with the tit-job with Brad. "Well, uh, obviously it was very sexy. What do you want me to say?" "I don't want you to say anything, darling, I just want to know how it made you feel to watch it." "Well, sure yeah, I enjoyed it." I thought for a moment. "Actually, I suppose what made it good was the fact that you didn't undress. Usually in films everyone's a bit quick to undress, but I liked the fact that you kept the dress on." "I knew you'd like that. It was my idea on the set to keep it on. That was one of the first films where the director let me have some input into how the scenes should go. In later films I pretty much set up each shot that I was in. What I really meant though, was how it made you feel to watch me bringing off another guy." I frowned. This was an odd question, I thought. The whole film had lots of sex scenes with Julie and various guys, why ask about this one in particular? Julie went on. "If I remember correctly, the camera zooms in on my face, what were you thinking when you were watching that so close?" "I suppose I was thinking that you looked very pleased, very aroused. You seemed to be enjoying yourself enormously." "Yes, that was partly because I was pleased that I was able to set up the shot, but mostly because I loved rubbing that cock between my breasts. How does that make you feel?" This was something of an inquisition. I shifted uncomfortably. Julie noticed. "Is it giving you a hard-on just talking about it? Can you see the scene clearly in your mind's eye?" "No, I mean yes, I can see it, and like I said, it was sexy but if you're trying to get me to say I enjoy watching you have sex with other guys then I'm not going to." "Hmmmm." Julie looked down at my crotch. "Not going to..." she mused. "And what about the final scenes? How did they make you feel?" "Jesus Christ Julie! What are trying to do? What do you want from me? Do you want me to say that I'm the sort of person that gets off on seeing his wife fucked by other guys? We talked about it, I said I was okay with what you used to do. I agreed to watch the films. You said 'Only if it doesn't make you uncomfortable' Now you seem to want to make me as uncomfortable as possible with this sixth degree inquisition!" Julie cast her eyes down. I realized I had been shouting. "No darling, I'm not trying to make you uncomfortable, I'm trying to make you happy." She looked up again. "Can't you trust me? It might make you a little uncomfortable along the way, and I'm sorry for that, but I'm just trying to help you." I was a little ashamed. "I'm sorry for shouting, but you're making me very nervous with this line of questioning." "And why is that?" She drew a little closer. "If you don't like what I'm talking about you can just say 'No', it doesn't turn you on. She paused. But you know that I'll know if you're lying." I nodded. "Now, how about that final scene. Would you rather have been Billy or Brad?" I tensed and she reached out to me. "Before you answer I want to ask you something else. Did you look at the new tape?" I frowned. "No - I was short of time and I just grabbed it and went - I was just in the door when you came home." "Okay, I really think you'll enjoy this film, but I have to know that you trust me first. That you'll be completely honest with me. Billy or Brad." "Billy". She raised an eyebrow. "Sure?" "Well, of course. Maybe I missed some vital plot detail but Billy gets to have sex with you." Julie rolled her eyes. "Oh for God's sake. You're not an idiot, don't try to pretend you don't understand the question. I marry Brad. In the film, I love Brad. Billy gets to have sex with me once, and that's great but Brad gets to take me home. He's the only one I care about." "But..." "He gets to have sex with me too. That's the point. I was hoping I wouldn't have to spell this out. Brad gets me, but he also shares me. The other guys don't have any emotional relationship with me at all." "I'd still rather not have to choose this at all, neither seem very attractive options." Julie sighed exasperatedly. "We're not talking about anything other than a film here darling. I'm just trying to find out if you found the image of me having sex with another man exciting." "Well, I suppose I already admitted that I did." "Admitted. Hmmm. Okay, and what about the image of Brad going down on me, after Billy, can you 'admit' anything about that." "Yes. I found that sexy too, though as you can probably tell, I wasn't happy about the way I felt." Julie reached over and cuddled me. "There's no reason to feel unhappy. If it arouses you then don't worry about it. Do I have to spell out that I love you again?" "No, no, but I worry about what you're going to show me on this new tape." "Don't worry, it's very different. In fact this is one of the last films I made. I wrote most of this, and directed the bulk of it too, though I only get a co- credit. I think that you're going to like this a lot. However, I wanted you to see the other one first to see how you felt about seeing me have sex with other men first. I'd rather you weren't so reluctant to get in touch with your feelings, and didn't use words like 'admit' and 'have to', but I suppose It'll have to do." "You're softening me up for something aren't you?" I asked. Julie grimaced. "I'd rather you didn't see it that way. I'm doing this for you remember, to make you happy. I've worked in the sex industry a long time, I was very good at it. I've been with you four years, I think I know you pretty well. I usually know what men like, and I know that I know what you like, even if you don't. I think that if you'd just open up a bit, then you'll be glad you did. Actually, that's a good idea -finish off this bottle of wine and I'll go up and change. I want you to have finished it by the time I get back." With that she got up and left. I sat back, once again, I'd admitted to a lot more than I should have. I strongly suspected that all this was leading towards something that I wasn't going to like at all. Once again I seemed to have admitted to things that I felt I shouldn't. I really needed a drink. I poured myself a fresh glass of wine and took a big gulp. I closed the curtains and dimmed the lights. When I heard Julie's feet on the stairs I quickly finished off the wine and turned to see her come back in. I was stunned by how she looked. She'd changed into a slinky black cocktail dress, very sheer, very shiny. She gave me a big smile when she saw my expression. "Well, I did say I was going shopping." She said. "What do you think?" "Fabulous, very , uh, very sexy." "I knew you'd like it, and how about these?" She gave a twirl, and then pulled up the hemline to reveal the lacy patterned panty of her hose. I caught a glimpse of sheer black satin panties beneath. I laughed. "Fantastic. You look great, very sexy." "Good. I like wearing sexy things that turn you on." She said pointedly. "Remember, that's all we're doing here, darling, finding out more about what turns each other on and gives each of us pleasure, that's all." I nodded. "Well, since you seem to be a little more relaxed now, let's watch the film." She sat down beside me and picked up the remote. She paused for a second, looking into my eyes. "This is one of the last films I made." The film started. The opening credits ran to a background of soft music and over a series of soft-focus shots of some women, including Julie, taking on and off a wonderful array of lingerie and hose. Julie was in over half of these shots, and in each, she either faced or glanced at the camera, smiling as she dressed or undressed in some lacy undergarment or other. I settled back a little, this looked very good. Oddly there were no shots at all of sex, though clearly there would be later on. I looked to Julie, and was surprised to find her watching me closely. She smiled again. "You like it so far?" I nodded and looked back to the screen. The first scene was of a bedroom, Julie was getting out of bed, leaving a sleeping man half-hidden by the covers. She crossed the bedroom to an en-suite bathroom and took off a blue satin negligee. Her voice began a voice over, as the scene changed to her showering, drying, putting on some underclothes, and finally getting made up. This was all very nice and familiar, but the voice over froze me to the spot. "My name is Laura Carlisle, a happily married businesswoman. I've been with Paul for two years, and I love him very much. I like to keep myself as attractive as possible, both to keep a professional appearance at work, and because I love turning Paul on." This part over a shot of her pulling on some patterned, lacy nylon panties. "I don't have expensive tastes, but spend a lot of money on very fine lingerie. I love it, and I know Paul does too. In fact, for some time now, I've suspected he loves it a lot more." The scene faded as Julie finished dressing and strode out of the bedroom, leaving the sleeping form on the bed. I sat, unable to move, terrified to look around at Julie. All my self-delusion was shattered. I could almost have laughed at my ridiculous adjoining over whether she knew or not. Of course she knew. She'd known right from the start. I sat transfixed by the film. The scene faded in on Julie in what I assumed was the laundry room in this house. The voice-over was gone and she spoke directly to camera, as if to a confidante. "At first I was just confused. What I noticed was that my pantyhose just wasn't lasting as long as it should." She picked a pair of black hose out of a laundry basket. "Even after careful washing and drying, it just didn't seem to return to it's proper shape." She held the pair up. "See? the legs are all wrong, and the feet are stretched. Odd. Then I began noticing the same thing with some of my panties - stretched out of shape, not folded the way I fold them, things like that. What was odd was it didn't happen to all of them, just the skimpiest, softest ones. Especially satin panties, or anything with lace. My most 'special' panties if you know what I mean. They'd be put back in the exact spot where I'd put them away you understand, and very carefully folded, just not exactly as I would have left them." She paused and frowned at the camera. "Of course, I dismissed any idea that it might be Paul, but who else could it have been? Then of course, there were the catalogs." The scene faded in and out to Julie sitting on a living-room sofa. She gestured to a magazine rack. "Here's our magazines, and our shopping catalogs. I get two women's clothing catalogs, both with large lingerie sections. They're often not back exactly where I left them, and they seem more worn than they should be. I only occasionally flick through them, yet the pages are a little creased, the spines bent, that kind of thing, and once again..." she opened up one of the magazines to show pages of models wearing various items of sexy lingerie "... It's not just the underwear sections, but the sexiest, skimpiest lingerie." She folded her arms and faced the camera, which closed in on her fabulous, pretty face, one eyebrow raised. "Silly? I thought so, until of course, the proof was staring me in the face." The scene dissolved to Julie in a garden, wearing cut off-jeans and a very tight tee-shirt. A neighbor, a very beautiful blonde that I recognized from the opening credits was talking to her over the fence separating