Threat of Foreclosure

"With the money I'll be making, you can quit the porn business for good," he said.

I didn't dare voice the reply that formed in my mind. He probably could have figured it out for himself had he taken the time to care but fortunately, his mind doesn't work that way.

Unfortunately, that development was going to add stress to my life and it was the type of stress that I dreaded; the kind that threatens your relationship, your marriage and your happiness, especially, when you strive for absolute honesty.

For the moment though, he was on the receiving end of a new discovery. My state of mind was such as to demand sex on a regular basis. It mattered not the source of said sex, as long as it resulted in an orgasm, the more powerful and exhausting the better.

In Adam's case, sex was like an antibiotic. Sex was a form of bribery, a cure for most mood problems, and a reward for almost anything. Even a hand job or a quick blow job could change the course.

There would be time later to work on his plan for our future. For now, my plan called for sleep.