Chapter 3

“I fully plan to get inked for Jack, too. Molly, baby, you don’t know what you’re missing!” Allie declared for the benefit of anyone who might watch us when it was released, “I especially look forward to having my ass inked with Jack’s name to show the world that I’m his slut. By the way, you haven’t lived until you’ve eaten his cooking! Also, little warning. I’m gonna be a nudist at home as much as I can be, so anyone visiting me will have to deal with seeing my bare bottom and my naked twat as well as my girls here, my tits!”

“I hope that doesn’t ruin your career, babe,” I told Allie after the recording stopped, worrying suddenly for her sake.

“If it does, I can always go into porn, don’t ya think? As it is, I definitely want a sex tape of me doing wilder things than spanking getting out there. No more good girl image, but I’ll be a friendly slut, not a mean bitch. What would my ex make of me now?” Allie blushed a little, but also grinned at the prospect of being Hollywood’s new wildcat.

“Maybe you should pose for Playboy, Penthouse, or Hustler,” I teased her now.

“Or all three. Imagine the firestorm from that? I’d want to show off my tats, too! I’m a cum whore, but I’m YOUR cum whore, and I want that to be known to all! I want to spread my cheeks in front of the world and show off my pink little pucker, property of one Jack Phelps for life! I want to get a tramp stamp, too. ‘Slut4JackPhelps’ has a nice ring to it, right? And tats on my tits, saying that they’re your girls, too. I wonder what that would do to the ratings for Smallville. They might pay me to leave. I don’t know. Time will tell,” Allie laughed at the various possibilities, neither of us knowing what the future held for us.

“A lot of it depends on just how much we film. We don’t have to film any porn theater antics. I wouldn’t want to risk your career, babe. I care too much for you to really do that to you,” I assured Allie, wiping tears from her eyes while I cradled her head to me.

“Thank you ... how about we delay the release until after I leave the show? That’s when I’d need the notoriety most, to get past the typecasting of me as ‘Good Girl Chloe Sullivan,’ you know. Imagine the shock on people’s faces when the raunchy secret side comes out to play. As for Molly, well, maybe by then ... oh, fuck it, let’s keep these tapes secret ... for our pleasure ... and film this or different ones once we’re sure about Molly’s role in this,” Allie thought about it harder, showing that she balanced common sense with an understandable desire to break free of society’s bullshit.

“So ... we film it, but we don’t release this series ... yet. Maybe we will, maybe not, but we’ll have them on hand, just in case,” I summarized her proposal while slapping her sweet ass.

“Something like that, with your blessing and such, that is. It’s all up to you ... Master,” Allie reassured me while biting her bottom lip in response to the swats.

“We can delay the porn theater trip itself, too, just in case,” I suggested, but Allie was having none of them.

“Oh, no, Master ... I must be naughty and insist if you try to stop that. You want the porn theater fun and so do I! Imagine me doing some glory hole stuff, for instance, sucking a man’s dick and him not even knowing who did it. I’d swallow it, too, if you wished,” Allie licked her lips at the idea of sucking a stranger’s cock and swallowing his load, “I’d love for you to be at the glory hole right next to mine, getting your prick sucked by someone else, getting some strange at last.”

“Well, that does sound hot, getting my knob polished at one glory hole, while my slut-slave-wife is giving head to another man next to us. I’d wonder both who sucked me off and whose dick you serviced me. I’d fantasize that it was ... Molly ... or maybe some celebrity other than you, or my favorite porn star or someone like that,” I chuckled as I entered her gaping asshole again.

“Oh, fuck, yeah ... who is your favorite porn star, by the way?” Allie asked me while I plowed her backfield yet again.

“Inari Vachs ... and Raylene. I’d call them a tie, actually. I love Inari’s easy transition from blonde curls to dirty-blonde or brown waves, plus her fun-loving attitude ... and I love Raylene’s red hair, olive skin, and smoldering sensuality. And they both do lesbian porn well, in my view ... and have great legs and ass. Honorable mention, though, to Kylie Ireland and Felicia, followed by Cheyenne Silver, Charlie, Devon, Janine, and Nikita Denise,” I rattled off some names.

“Well, I’m gonna pretend that it’s that Raylene chick, then, just because she sounds like she looks a lot different from me. You could use some variety, right? I need to watch some of that porn with you someday soon ... and find me some porn stars to crush on, too, before I become one later myself. Yeah, I think that I will, if you’re cool with that, but only once Smallville is toast,” Allie told me while pushing back at me with her fine hips and buns.

“That sounds like fun,” I smiled at the thought of even a B lister going from mainstream acting into porn, “you could write your own ticket, you know. Porn studios would jump at the chance at a regular actress working for them. But you wouldn’t just be able to go back to Hollywood, in all likelihood. It would be a pretty final, sharp, irrevocable break, I fear.”

“That’s why I’m waiting until after Smallville, babe,” Allie agreed as I slapped her bottom again.

Allie responded by creaming herself, squirting all over the place as I sodomized her yet again. I held onto her waist and kept pounding her with abandon, while she continued to push back at me for more strokes inside her booty. I fondled her cheeks, smacked them, and caressed them all over again. We were pretty far along in the level of our mutual satisfaction, in fact, when my phone rang.

It was Molly, of all people!

“Jack, baby, how are you? I miss you!” my estranged wife asked me now.

“Well, I’m fucking a girl in the ass, right now, so I’m doing pretty damn well. Yep, I’m slapping that butt, too, you know ... oh, damn, she’s creaming herself right now from my cock plowing her asshole!” I told Molly the pure, unvarnished truth.

“That ... actually ... sounds like ... fun! Are you ... bareback up her butthole?” Molly asked me, sounding aroused to my shock.

“Yes, in fact, I am. Why do you ask?” I grinned and so did Allie as I bottomed-out inside her ass at last.

“Oh, just the thought of you plundering the booty, bareback, of some cute co-ed, maybe a blonde, maybe a Latina, maybe even a black girl, butt-fucking that slut and letting out all of your frustration from our failed marriage ... that sounds ... very steamy, sizzling hot, in fact. Ram her balls deep for me, too, honey. Now, where are you? I’m coming for you, Jack. I’m coming right back where I belong ... in your arms ... in your bed. I won’t kick the other girl out and I won’t take no for an answer!

“I’m your wife, baby, and I need you ... badly! I didn’t know it until you walked out on me. My bed is just ... cold ... without you! All those times that I could have snuggled with you and awakened you with blowjobs and I didn’t ... or ridden you in your sleep until you woke up with your cock buried in my holes! Both of them! I’ll live wherever you want, I won’t push you to give up your chef’s hat anymore, and I will suck your cock every morning before breakfast! I’ve thrown out my birth control pills, too.

“I don’t care that you’re cheating on me. Hell, I cheated on you plenty! You’re entitled to some revenge sex, aren’t you? I know, I know, this doesn’t sound like the Molly you know ... but ... the Molly that you know died when she saw that you had left her for good. The broken heart killed her. You’ve done it, babe. You melted the ice queen! It just took you leaving me to do it!” my wife begged me.

“Wow ... Molly, I have to warn you, my new partner wants me for keeps, too. So, if you want me back, you’ll have to share. Permanently. Can you handle that? She’s a handful, too, and she’s not going anywhere ... ever,” I warned Molly now.