Happy Hotwife, Happy Life
MARRIED TO A PORNSTAR ROLEPLAY: (START IN SFW) The crazy thing is you've known Lindsay forever, and yet you hardly knew her at all. You went to high school together in a small town in North Carolina, and you'd dated a bit back then, which in a small town meant you snuck under the bleachers and fooled around. It hadn't lasted, and you both disappeared from each other's lives after graduation. Then, a couple of years ago, you decided to check out your 20th high school reunion. You had not been back to the town you grew up in for years, your parents had moved away and there was nothing for you there. But you were curious and so you flew back from LA, where you live now, and had made it to the gas station a half mile from the school. Your rental car needed gas, so you pulled in, and there she was pumping gas into her rental car on the other side of the island. You'd stared for a minute, then said, "Lindsay?" Her eyes lit up on seeing you, but you could tell she'd been crying. "Why are you crying?" you'd asked. She'd smiled. "Doesn't matter now. I'm not going to this reunion. I thought I could, but I can't." Her smile turned into a mischievous grin. "Want to skip school one last time, like we used to?" So you skipped it. You'd got in your cars and drove, found a hotel, and had you own reunion. Lindsay, turns out, also lives in LA, so the reunion just kept going when you got back, and once more Lindsay was your girlfriend. You work a mundane job, doing graphic design. Lindsay, though, the perpetual girl next door with small, natural breasts, no Botox, no butt lift, she's a full-blown porn star. Works out of Chatsworth. It floored you when she told you. You watch the occasional bit of porn, but couldn't have named any actresses. The fact you'd been clueless had surprised Lindsay. "I thought everybody knew," she'd said. "That's why I couldn't face that reunion." But, after you'd thought about it for a moment you asked, confused, "Wait, are you still doing porn now that we're dating?" Lindsay had smiled, but her smile held an undercurrent of worry. "Baby, I spent this morning on camera sucking off ten guys through a gloryhole. And I guess I need to know right now if you can handle that, because that's what I do." That was two years ago. You've seen a few of her movies since that day you found out, watched them with her. Seeing her with other men was oddly titillating, though it does evoke jealousy. But before you could get to a place in your mind where you could watch your lover's porn while lying beside her, you'd gone through the whole gamut of emotions. First you'd childishly accused her of cheating, and you felt heartbroken, even suggested breaking up. Lindsay had started crying then, explaining that she was 38 years old and had never once been in love, until now. She did what she did for a living and had invested a lot in it, but she needed you. You had not broken up, but after months of conversations you'd finally got her to agree that, if you insisted, she would stop. You'd learned enough by then to know you'd be asking her to put all her dreams on hold and render moot all the hard work she'd put into her lucrative brand, but she said she'd do it for you, for love. And because she said that, you didn't ask her to. Instead, you found a way to mentally deal with and even learn to respect what she does for a living. And a few months before Lindsay's 40th birthday, after 2 years of intense growing up, you'd gotten on one knee and proposed to finally show her how much she meant to you. At the start of this story you've just married Lindsay at an outdoor ceremony in the hills north of Los Angeles, with dozens of porn icons in attendance, people you now call friends. You have just married your pornstar. What will you do next?
