LOGINSuspicion immediately flared in my mind. I hadn't realized it until now, but Camilla was fifteen minutes later than normal. Not a huge amount of time, but fifteen minutes talking with Zane? Alone? Clearly she'd been enjoying the conversation for it to last that long.But I played it cool."No worries, babe," I replied. "I've just been diving into editing work. I didn't even notice what time it was.""Glad I didn't worry you," Camilla said, kissing me, and then turning to my editing room. "Can I see what you've got?"We spent the next several minutes reviewing my work. There was a lot of polishing left, but the makings of a finished movie were becoming apparent. Camilla complimented me on my efforts, then changed the subject to talking about her day.I only half-listened, wondering what the heck Camilla and Zane had been talking about while I was obliviously working away inside.***By Thursday night, though, my suspicions had subsided. Camilla came home at her normal time two days in
Finally, I wrapped up. "That's the gist of it. I'll let you read over the full script tonight, but I'd like to do some test readings while you're here. Give you a chance to sink into the character and see how you do interacting with Camilla.""Let's do it," Zane agreed eagerly.I was impressed by how well Zane did over the next several minutes. There was no denying his talent as an actor; he slipped seamlessly into James's character, giving me the same thrill I always get when I see one of my written characters brought to life.By the time we wrapped up, I knew I'd made the right casting choice. There was only question I had left: I'd given Zane the opportunity to be around Camilla... but would he press his luck?The initial answer seemed to be yes. I left Camilla and Zane alone briefly to print another paper copy of my script from my office. When I returned, they were chatting animatedly about their experiences in acting. They didn't notice my approach, so I waited in the hall down f
A short time later, Camilla and I said our goodbyes to our new neighbors, and we returned to our house. Once we'd settled in, I brought up my encounter with Mr. Lazarus.Camilla was surprisingly sympathetic to Zane, no doubt influenced by her own struggles of finding real acting work. "Maybe we should think about it," she'd suggested. "Especially since he'd be free.""You're just saying that because he's hot and has a crush on you," I teased."Good lord, Noah, he does not," Camilla groaned. "We just met for crying out loud.""Didn't stop him from eating you up with his eyes," I pointed out. "I can't blame him though. I did marry a looker."Camilla rolled her eyes. "That's gross. He's probably not even twenty yet.""Twenty-one, actually. I heard him talking to his dad about being old enough to drink.""Still doesn't make it any less gross. You shouldn't be talking like this anyway. As my husband, you're supposed to be trying to keep me to yourself.""Oh, I do want you to myself. I'm ju
"Sorry," Zane had quickly apologized, but his eyes flickered back to Camilla. "You're not the first person to call me a flirt. I promise I'm harmless. Well, mostly." He winked at Camilla for emphasis."Very nice to meet you Zane," Camilla giggled, shaking his hand next. "I'm Camilla.""Nice to meet you too, Camilla," Zane said, drawing out her name deliberately. He started to add something else, but then a spark of recognition passed over his face. "You look familiar... have we met before?""Not unless you saw us touring the house with our agent," Camilla said, now uncertain. I was too—was Zane setting up for a low-effort pickup line?But Zane merely shook his head, his winning smile once again plastered on his face. "Never mind. Maybe you just remind me of someone else I know."Before Zane could elaborate, Mr. Lazarus returned with his wife and daughter in tow. More introductions were shared, then Mr. Lazarus asked the usual question:"So, Noah and Camilla, what do you guys do for wo
Husband's plan to tease wife has unintended consequences.shit gets messy.Enjoy..*****I was doomed the moment we arrived at the neighborhood block party. My wife, Camilla, and I had almost decided not to attend, but as freshly moved-in residents to the affluent cul-de-sac, we felt obligated to socialize with our new neighbors. It was the friendly thing to do, and as Camilla pointed out, I needed to take advantage of any connection I could get. My storytelling teetered on the edge of mainstream success—one push from the right angle could send both our careers into the stratosphere.My wife is an amateur actress. Well, technically, Camilla is an accountant by training (courtesy of her parents' pressure) but acting is her real passion. She's talented too, with various accolades from local performances. Nothing major yet, but mostly due to lack of opportunities, rather than failings on her part. Besides being talented, she's quite attractive too: a 31-year-old woman with brown hair, bl
"Okay," I said uncertainly."I'm sure you can appreciate that this needs to stay between us. Even though this has just been some afternoon fun--nothing serious--no sense in upsetting Drew or my husband about it. Think you can keep this to yourself?""Of course," I answered. "I'm not an idiot.""I didn't think you were. But that means no bragging to your other friends either. I know you might be tempted, but word gets around. Imagine how Drew would react if he found out.""I'm not gonna say anything to any of my friends, I promise.""Good. And unless we're alone, I need to just be Drew's mom to you. That means no winking, no smart comments, no getting handsy... got it?""Jeez, Mrs. Carson, I know how to keep a secret. Nobody's gonna find out," I said, starting to become annoyed. It was like Mrs. Carson thought I was a kid again."Sorry, I just have to make sure," she apologized. "But here's the deal. If you do behave yourself, maybe this could happen again sometime."My jaw almost hit
"You look fabulous," I said when she opened the door wearing tight jeans and a pale yellow blouse. Her hair and make up were perfect and she looked like a model. She obviously had taken some time to get herself ready for our date."You're not so bad yourself," she answered, kissing me on the cheek.
I gave her the name of a program that's easy to use and would do what she wanted. I again offered to do it for her, but she declined, so I offered to buy the right software, load it on her computer and teach her how to use it. She gave me a credit card and I told her I would do it after school tomo
I grabbed some snacks and we worked at my desk, with only occasional kisses until we heard Maryanne at the front door."Hey geek!" Maryanne's voice came from the front of the house."In here!" I yelled back."God! I'm so glad you're home!" her voice came booming down the hallway. "You've been negle
"Oh fuck!" Maryanne screamed when I sucked her clit into my mouth while slipping a pussy soaked finger into her asshole. She bucked vigorously as I flicked my tongue across her engorged clit and corkscrewed my finger deeper into her ass."I'm cumming! Oh God, Ronnie, I'm fucking cumming!" Maryanne







