Chapter 6: Making Arrangements

The next few weeks were a period of adjustment. In many ways, Terry and I were snuggled back into the happy newlywed life we lived before the disruption of Nancy. I worked at my garage, and Terry did her shifts at the medical center. At night we cuddled, screwed, and slept in the master bedroom.

Nancy stayed in the guest bedroom. Because Terry was limited to a maximum of 30 hours per week, there was plenty of time for the two of them to make love together while I was out of the house. She fell into the role of “housewife” for us: she cleaned and cooked and did the grocery shopping.

Between Nancy and I, we settled into a kind of flirty distance. I was sure she was disappointed by this. Clearly, for months Terry had been singing my praises to her, painting me as some kind of exceptionally gifted lover. But something held me back from being intimate with Nancy. Of course, I still leered at her curves. Neither woman felt like ending their home nudity policy, and of course I was unwilling to question it.

But I limited my contacts with Nancy to kissing and groping. Honestly, with her I had other issues on my mind.

Homeless and unemployed, Nancy had come to us seeking shelter. Terry confessed to me that she had been the one paying most of their bills while they were roommates. Financially, we were doing alright on two incomes, but Terry and I both felt that Nancy needed to find a job, for her own sake. She needed to have self-respect; she was too old to be someone’s dependent.

We sat down with her for a discussion. Nancy surprised us, though, because she wanted to continue her education.

“Without that completion showing on a transcript, I’m going to have crap jobs forever. It’s not my dream to be a convenience store cashier when I’m 40. I’m going to anticipate your objections, though. I need to make money and not continue to sponge off the people I love.

“So, I have an idea, but you’re not going to like it.”

“Go on,” I said, quietly.

“You are always going on and on about my looks, Charley. I’m going to start a webcam account and make money off creating internet porn.”

I just froze while Terry jumped in to object.

“You’re going to jill off in front of a live camera? Absolutely NOT!”

“But...”

Less harshly, “Nancy, love, beautiful as you are, you’re not going to make much money doing that. An image of a woman playing by herself won’t be compelling or unique.”

Nancy looked defeated.

“I think Terry’s right,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, Nancy. I personally would pay to watch you.” I reached back as if to grab my wallet, smiling. “But there must be hundreds of women out there trying to make money that way at any given moment all over the world.”

She looked sour and defeated until Terry spoke again.

“That’s why I’m going to get on camera with you, honey, and we’re going to make hot sweet love and melt the internet together.”

“Really?” Nancy squeaked.

“It’ll be fun! Make money while making love to you? It’s genius! Charley, what do you think?”

“Hmm. I guess this could be a good way to make money if you can work out the scheduling for this, your schoolwork, and the things you do for us.”

“C’mon, Charley, we can do more things around the house. Any other questions?”

“Don’t be mad. Can I volunteer as cameraman?”

“Charley!” Terry cried, but then she smirked at me. “You’ve wanted to watch us for a long time; you just were chicken about it. Well, now you have an excuse. And, check it out, Nancy, he’s getting hard just imagining us together.”

A few weeks later, Nancy and Terry had built a growing audience of men and women who not only enjoyed their lustful antics but were willing to pay. They offered different formats, including live streams with tips and also prerecorded videos, many of these acting out simple stories.

On the back of our house, there was a covered patio with a couple of loungers. The girls could hang out there in the shadow of the overhang but still be brightly lit for the camera without harsh shadows, perfect for clear video in natural light. The two of them were acting out a scene in front of two cameras mounted on tripods while I was away working. They started on the loungers in their bikinis drinking iced tea. Then Terry was running an ice cube over Nancy’s pussy, and the bikinis were history. Terry moved up to straddle Nancy’s body, and they started tongue kissing with their pussies facing one of the cameras