Chapter 1

Angie was such a cutie I fell for her right away. We were both college seniors, she was in theater and I was in journalism. When I was assigned to cover a college play we met for the first time. I couldn’t get her out of my mind after the interview and had to ask her for a date.

I had no girlfriend and she had just broken up with a longtime boyfriend so we could go down the path of getting serious at the usual rate. The first time we got naked and put our parts together I could tell she was no stranger to this venue. I’d had enough experience myself to know that the way she was reacting to me wasn’t acting either.

We were both seniors and got married right after graduation. I got a pretty good job writing copy for a tech firm but she wasn’t having much luck. Sure there was the local civic theater which didn’t pay anything but did add to her resume. She did find a couple of commercials and video spots but nothing like the dramatic work that she really wanted to do.

Our sex life was as great as I expected for newlyweds and we rarely got in bed without enjoying each other’s parts. She was five-foot-one and about 100 pounds. Her tits were nice handfuls and she had dark short hair top and bottom. My cock is long and relatively thin, from what I could tell, but she could take it all easily in spite of her small size.

We didn’t have much of a honeymoon, being poor fresh graduates, so decided to make up for it on our first anniversary. I booked us on a short cruise, something neither one of us had ever done before. If we liked it we might try some longer ones. It was on a smaller ship carrying only 300 passengers instead of the monster floating cities you often see.

What a treat! Being catered to hand and foot, as the saying goes. Strolling, swimming, sucking down drinks, and screwing. What a way to relax! Then, all of a sudden, our marriage changed.

“Sweetie,” my naked wife said lounging on the bed in our cabin, “there’s something that I have to tell you before you find out about it yourself. No, I don’t have a fatal disease or anything like that, but it may be a problem. Why don’t you get us both a drink and let me explain.”

We had a bottle of whiskey in our cabin and I poured a couple stiff ones and we began sipping as she talked and I listened.

“You’ve never asked me about my previous sex life and this relates to that. The boyfriend that I broke up with just before you and I met was a filmmaking major. He talked me into doing some sex videos ‘just for fun’ he said. And they were when he would set up the camera and we would screw and then look at them afterwards.”

I interrupted, “That’s not so unusual from what I’ve heard. Do you have copies of them and does he still?”

Nodding her head, she continued, “I do and he does and that’s part of the problem. I’m concerned that he might put them out on an amateur sex website and that could be awfully embarrassing. But that’s not the worst of it. Being a filmmaker, he didn’t like just a fixed camera position and so he recruited a fellow student as cameraman and we screwed in front of him. Of course, the quality of the video, especially when edited, was an awful lot better. As a matter of fact, so much better that he talked about selling it to a commercial porn producer. I objected and I heard no more about it.”

I asked, “So how many videos were there by this time?”

She replied, “There were three with a fixed camera and two with a cameraman that were just plain fucking. Then he got the idea of doing some kinky ones and I was kinda getting into it by then so we did one with bondage, another with watersports, and then the kicker. With me blindfolded, he and the cameraman switched off fucking and videoing me. There was even some POV with me sucking the cock of the one who wasn’t in my pussy. Real porn stuff, eh?”

I was harder than a rock by now and we had both finished our whiskey, so I screwed the shit out of her and she moaned and cried and called herself a slut and came multiple times. It was late by then and we slept with one interruption for more fucking in the middle of the night. It was just that, not the making love we usually did.

In the morning Angie avoided my gaze and seemed to be busy with lots of things to stay more to herself, embarrassed and unsure of how I would take all of what she had revealed. I wasn’t sure either but I just went over to her and held her and said, “I appreciate you telling me and I know it wasn’t easy to do. Give me some time to absorb it but I’m not going to divorce you if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She buried her face on my shoulder and sobbed. I gave her a little kiss and went out to walk the decks. It had been both a heartache and a thrill to find out what my little “Angel” had been up to before me. But that was the key thing, it was before me and now in the past although the videos might drag things into the present. Now to confront it completely and carry on.

When I got back to our cabin I got her attention, “I want to see those videos and I want to duplicate everything that you did in them so your newer memories can override the old ones. Also, when we get back, we need to consult an attorney and get an injunction on those videos being released to the public without your permission. Your boyfriend probably realizes that from his coursework. You didn’t sign any paperwork regarding them did you?” She shook her head so that was cool.