Pixie
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Chapter 40: February Sucks: The Movie
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 40: February Sucks: The Movie - Melissa is a pixie – small, blonde, busty, hot, and mischievous, especially when it comes to her sex life. She has to be different too – a contrarian. Doug loves the Pixie, and then endures her adventures long into adulthood – many sexual, and including a collection of interesting characters added to their loving polyamorous ‘family’ by both of them. They also enjoy an unexpected windfall. 200,000+ words, posted one chapter per week, full book available inexpensively at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Swinging Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism
After boarding, I arranged to sit across from Mel on the jet as we flew from Columbus to Austin. I was facing forward and she towards the back. On the other side of the middle aisle, Katie sat opposite me with Tracy facing her in our conversation circle.
Just as we’d gotten into the limousine to drive to the airport, Mel had pretty bluntly indicated that she wanted to make an adult video. Afterall, that was Kara’s specialty. I smelled a rat.
After we’d taken off, I caught Mel’s attention before she got into something on her cellphone, “What’d you mean about having sex on film?”
Mel started slowly, “I’ve been talking to Kara and Ally about something I’ve kind of always wanted to do, and that is to be a porn star ... and I know that might not be your thing, but after you got used to it, you didn’t become all bonkers about what your sister was doing – or any of her close friends. I figured it’d be okay.
“So, we’ve kind of mapped out some activities for me over the coming ten days when much of the time I will be on a movie set being filmed in an adult video. If it works out as planned, there’ll be three feature videos and enough other material to make a half-dozen short clips between ten and thirty minutes each.”
I spoke a little louder and more firmly, “And you thought that I wouldn’t go for this, so you kept it a secret.”
“Well...” she waffled as I knew she would. “I thought ... it was still in the planning stages ... and then we got busy with other things going on at home ... and then the trip was upon us ... and...”
“MEL,” I abruptly shouted to be sure I had her full attention and she knew I was pissed from my angry tone, “How long did this discussion just take? Tell me.” I waved my finger around so she knew I was talking about what had just been said between us.
“Errr, a minute?”
In a very pissed off tone, I said, “Yes, and you’re telling me you couldn’t have taken that amount of time to tell me what you were thinking or later had cooked up with my sister and friends? You know damn well that we had a hundred opportunities over the past three days, let alone whenever you started to nail down some details.
“I am PISSED OFF at YOU – not for what you’re planning to do, but for the FUCKING SECRETS you started keeping from whenever you started to get this idea. Just so you know, this may be a fucking DEAL BREAKER for me – I haven’t decided. I will NOT put up with this SHIT again from YOU.
“Either we have a marriage in which we TALK TO EACH OTHER and we BOTH COMMUNICATE, or we have NOTHING. Based on all this AGAIN, I believe that you think we have nothing worth saving or saying between the two of us – in our marriage, I suppose other than Ashley and Catrice.
I rapidly continued my rant, “I have been as open with you as I can be about what’s going on in my life – work, outside partners, and everything else I can think of. I share my ideas and even my thoughts with YOU. I find, based on this shit, that YOU don’t think I’m worthy to have that same level of communications. I take that as an indication that you don’t respect me any longer. Loss of respect ends a lot of marriages!” My rant had gotten to the point where I had steam coming out of my ears.
I glanced around the cabin of the posh jet. Katie and Tracy were looking at the two of us almost in shock. Mel was staring at me, and at least I had her attention.
I continued my rant at Mel, “YOU apparently don’t think that I’m worth the effort to bother to talk to. Are you thinking that I’m not spending enough time with you? I ask you that question almost every day either directly or indirectly, and unless you’re lying to me, you tell me that you are happy, our relationship is FINE, and everything is hunky-dory.
“Well, as of this little caper, IT’S NOT GOING VERY WELL FROM MY POINT OF VIEW. I have a wife that doesn’t respect me, doesn’t want to talk to me, and who keeps important secrets from me. FUCK YOU.”
I turned to Katie and Tracy, and said in a calmer tone, “Did either of you know about Mel’s plans?”
They both nodded that they did.
Turning back to Mel, I said, “So, I am TOTALLY FUCKING MARGINALIZED IN THIS RELATIONSHIP. WELL, FUCK YOU AGAIN. YOU’RE LOSING ME REALLY FAST HERE.”
On that note, I got up and moved back two rows to the rear-most seats on the small jet. If I could have gone back forty rows, like in a large plane, I would have. I was ready to parachute out to get away from the Pixie.
As I stood and moved, Tracy said defensively, “We thought you knew.”
I plopped down in the seat so I couldn’t see Mel and pulled my cellphone out to see if I could find something that would occupy my time and possibly cool down my anger at my wife.
The three women were just about in shock. Mel had pulled this shit before, and here it was again. I didn’t blame Katie or Tracy, since they thought I was already in the loop on Mel’s plans. Happy home or not, I couldn’t put up with Mel shutting me out or marginalizing me.
I tried to meditation, mostly I was unsuccessful because I was so agitated, but I did at least calm down and lower my blood pressure back into the land of the living. I had no idea what would happen next. If I’d been home, I would have gotten in my truck and driven around, maybe even just hung out in the office, although it was Friday and there were people there. I didn’t want people. I kept trying to get into my ‘Mindful’ state.
About all I could think to do about Mel was to try to put her out of my mind. She could fucking do and think what she wanted. I needed to get myself to a state where I didn’t care whether she communicated with me or not, whether she became a porn star or not, whether she respected me or not. I guess that was marginalizing her in return. Well, two can play that game.
I re-focused on my first private jet flight. The experience was beyond wonderful – no baggage limit, no TSA, the distance from limo to plane – twenty feet. It was special for us – an experience that ordinary people didn’t have.
Katie had arranged a large rental car for us because it could easily hold four adults, plus all our stuff. The three women indicated that I should drive, and I did remember the route to Kara and Carl’s home. They’d insisted that we stay with them despite four of us over-running the two of them.
Kara’s especially warm greeting took a lot of the edge off my anger at Mel. I did note that Katie pulled my sister aside and told her that Mel was in hot water with me as of the flight south. I let that happen, and pushed myself harder into a happier mood.
Carl came bounding into the house from nearby, and we did the back slapping ‘bro’ greeting. I did like him a lot. He gave warm greetings to Mel, Katie, and Tracy, and then played host and got us refreshments, making sure Katie was happy with a non-alcoholic tonic and lime.
Our catch-up discussion revealed that we both had news to share. They were fascinated by the sale of the design software business. Since we’d taken a private jet, they knew we’d done very well in the sale, but the sale amount was never mentioned. Mel was mostly silent, but Katie filled in some of the details, including a side remark about Mel being a ‘bad girl’ in London when she was there consulting on the software with the integrating company. Kara looked interested, so I expected that she’d come back to that point later.
For their part, the video company that Kara, Carl, and friends had formed was doing very well. They had bought space nearby and set up a studio, which is where they did most of their videography work unless they needed outdoor shots. I could tell that they were eager to show us the facility, but that would be tomorrow.
Kara did ask Mel, but while looking at me, “Are you still ‘on’ to do some filming? We’ve got some things arranged. Two of your co-stars are coming by to join us for dinner tonight, so you wouldn’t have a ‘cold start’ with them tomorrow or later in the week.”
I just turned away and made a trip to the bathroom. Mel could do whatever the fuck she wanted to do. That was what she’d been doing anyway. The rest of us were of no consequence to her. I didn’t hear all of her reply, but I think it was along the lines of, ‘Yes, I’m ready to start’.
Later, after a swim in their large pool, Kara was cuddling with me. She said, “I am not going to intervene between you and Mel, but are you okay?”
“No ... Yeah, I’m cooling down, but I’ll remember what she did. I think I’ll be in a better mood as time goes by.”
Kara said, “We were hoping that you might like to be in some of the filming over the coming days too – Katie and Tracy too. Might you be up for that? Some of it would be with a new woman or two, and not only with June, Nancy, or me, although we each want some time with you – either on screen or off.”
I nodded, “I should be okay. If I’m acting surly, slap me across the cheek or something to change my mood. Right now, however, I think that I’d rather not have any scenes with Mel this week.”
“Got it. I didn’t plan any. I know Mel likes new men, so we fixed her up. I hope that won’t aggravate anything.”
“Not with me,” I insisted. My thoughts were to get Mel out of my hair. She could fuck the whole Army if she wanted. Fuck her.
As dinner time neared, two strapping young men showed up that could probably pulverize me with one hand tied behind their back. They were obviously in shape, and also loved having tattoos on their arms. Both were also handsome to a fault, and the moniker ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ applied.
Luke and Caleb were nice guys: a software engineer and a bass guitarist in a country-western band. Caleb explained, “We both have a lot of control over our time, so doing a filming gig with Productions Unlimited. They’re so nice and we always have fun.
Both men were smart and good conversationalists. I could see my three ‘wives’ warming up to them instantly. I did think that Carl already had his stamp on my wife, but we’d see how the evening progressed. I was sure from a whisper or two, that Kara wanted me.