Gloria followed through and provided all the information I'd need to spend an evening with another woman. And she did it via text, because we were barely speaking.

It was ridiculous, the way we tried to avoid each other. We ate our meals at different times. I'd begun spending most of my days in my former office, while Gloria holed herself up in the guest room. I assumed she was working, but of course, she didn't invite me to perform with her.

I nursed my anger rather than acknowledge, if only to myself, just how much she'd hurt me. It had seemed so easy for her to offer me up to anyone who was willing to pay for my company. Now that Courtney was ready to do so, Gloria had the gall to act like a resentful brat.

And I still didn't understand why.

More than once, I was tempted to knock on the closed guest room door and try to start a conversation. I didn't want to leave for this prearranged encounter without clearing the air.

But I'd finally mustered up some pride, and it was pride that prevented me from making amends. For the first time, I refused to get on my hands and knees and grovel. Gloria had set all this in motion. Though she hadn't anticipated the consequence—hadn't truly believed she would be forced to share me—she would now have to accept it.

Because I fully intended to drive two hours to a large city I wasn't all that familiar with. Once there, I'd meet a woman for dinner. I'd do my best to foster an attraction between the two of us. If I succeeded, she'd invite me up to her room where we'd fuck until she was satisfied. And I'd make fifteen hundred dollars.

When I first contacted Courtney, she suggested we FaceTime in order to break the ice. The moment she saw me, her expression morphed into a huge smile.

"Jack!" she squealed. It was strange to hear someone other than Gloria call me by my stage name. "I feel like such a fangirl right now!"

Her excitement made me grin. Hell, I was flattered by her reaction. The situation remained surreal; I couldn't fully fathom that I had admirers throughout the country. And at least one of them wanted to pay a handsome sum to spend a night with me.

"It's wonderful to meet you," I told her. "And I hope it's okay for me to say you're absolutely beautiful."

"Oh, please do!" she replied with a giggle.

Though Courtney was nearly fifty, she looked younger. Her face was full, just like her figure. My gaze drifted to her large breasts beneath the snugly fitting sweater she wore. I'd be thrilled to give those some attention! And I liked the fact that she didn't dye her hair. That evening, it fell in waves a little past her shoulders. The rich brown locks were threaded with silver.

To my immense relief, Courtney was a great conversationalist. She made all this seem natural, and I was soon talking to her as if we'd known each other for ages.

In one week, she'd be within easy driving distance of my small town. She already had a room reserved at a high-end hotel.

"The hotel's restaurant has rave reviews, so is it okay if we have dinner there?" she asked.

"That sounds great," I quickly replied. If Courtney had wanted pizza delivered to the room, that would have been just fine with me. I'd do whatever made this woman happy.

After all, that's what she was paying me for.

*****

I set out for the hotel on a Saturday afternoon. Before I left, I fought the urge to seek out Gloria in that closed-off guest room. At the very least, she could give me a once-over and let me know I looked okay. She could wish me luck.

But I left without a word, taking only a small bag for my toiletries in case I spent the night with Courtney. Sitting in my car outside the house, I sent Gloria a text: On my way to the hotel.

She responded before I could pull out of the drive: Have fun.

The nonchalant response served as another cut to the quick. With a bitter smile, I started the journey she'd planned for me.

I arrived at the luxury hotel at half past six that evening. Courtney had let me know she would be in the bar if I happened to get there a little early. On my way inside, I took a deep breath to settle my nerves. The late October air provided a welcome chill to my flushed face. Now that the sun had set, night nipped at my heels during the short walk.

I'd worn my finest suit, though the restaurant had only a business casual dress code. Once I reached the bar and spotted Courtney, I knew I'd made the right decision. For a moment, I lingered at the periphery, watching as she sipped a glass of wine. Her burgundy dress was clearly expensive; it did an amazing job of hugging her ample breasts and flattering her curves. She'd swept her hair back from her face in an elegant updo. Diamond studs flashed at her ears.

Finally, I propelled myself forward. She noticed me when I was just a few feet away, and her face brightened into a lovely smile.

"Jack!" Acting as though we were old friends, she stood to embrace me. "It's so good to see you!"

"Likewise." I planted a gentlemanly kiss on her cheek. "You look ravishing, Courtney."

Withdrawing a little, she beamed at my compliment. "And you are even more handsome in person!"

I ordered a Scotch in hopes that the liquor would relax me. As Courtney and I sat at the small table and chatted, I noticed she seemed perfectly at ease.

I was content to let her do most of the talking during that first drink, and then the dinner which followed. Leaning toward her, I listened attentively while she discussed her recent divorce.

"My husband and I had been together over twenty years," Courtney revealed, "and I hated how nasty it all became at the end. But I couldn't forgive him for cheating."

The sympathy I offered was genuine, for my own marriage had ended in divorce as a result of my wife's affair. "I completely understand," I said. "I was in a similar situation."

Courtney reached across the table for my hand and gave it a squeeze. "The last thing I'm looking for right now is a serious relationship. I'm not sure I'll ever be able to trust someone that much again. But..." Her somber expression transformed into an impish grin. "I still have needs, so I jumped at the chance for a night with you."

I laughed and shook my head. "Honestly, I'm flattered."

The restaurant's ambient lighting was dimmed to a warm glow, but the candlelight from our table brought out the green in Courtney's hazel eyes. And what beautiful eyes they were, I thought.

"Come on," she said, "you have to know how fine you are!"

"Um..." I scratched my neck, resisting the urge to tug at my collar. "Not really? I mean, not before I started performing on film. I admit it's done wonders for my ego!"

"Speaking of the erotic performances..." Courtney's gaze sharpened a little. "You two really aren't an item?"

Of course, I knew she meant Gloria. "No," I quickly replied. I was tempted to add, We're barely on speaking terms right now. "I care for her a great deal, but an exclusive relationship wouldn't make sense. There's the age difference, for one thing."

"But you both look so... smitten when you're on camera!" Courtney said. "That scene you two filmed, when she was tied to the bed? It's my favorite! Especially the very end."

I raised my eyebrows. "What? The part where I fucked her tits?"

Courtney laughed. "Don't get me wrong; that was very hot. But I'm talking about the moment you stroked her cheek and asked if she was okay. You were so tender then!"

My lips parted, yet no sound emerged. I still lacked the confidence to watch myself on film, so I had no idea Gloria hadn't removed that display of affection.

Even as Courtney and I declined dessert, and she led me through the hotel, into an elevator and down a palatial corridor, I wondered if Gloria didn't cut that footage because it actually meant something to her.

Only when Courtney and I were alone in her room, and she playfully asked me to unzip her dress, did I force myself back to the task at hand.

Despite my nervousness, I felt a surge of arousal while kissing the back of Courtney's neck. Turning her to face me, I pressed my lips to hers. My hands busied themselves by lowering the bodice of her dress.

I discovered she wore a black bra and panties that exposed more skin than they covered.

"My God, you are sexy," I told her. 

At first, Courtney seemed a little shy about the extra pounds she carried, but I stripped away her inhibitions with my mouth and fingers. My excitement grew as I kissed my way down her body, making sure I lingered on the curve of her belly. Finally, I was on my knees before her, and I buried my face between her thighs.

She moaned and sighed, her fingers in my hair as I tongued her pussy through the fabric of her panties.

"Baby, that's so good!" Courtney writhed against my mouth for a moment, then urged me to my feet. "Let's get more comfortable."

We were soon naked and between the cool sheets of that massive bed. As Courtney and I kissed, she stroked my cock. I was relieved that performance jitters had done nothing to subdue my erection.

She made a point to spread her legs wide, and I took it as a clear invitation to eat her pussy. Her moans increased in volume when I moved from licking her inner thighs to sucking on her labia. Unlike Gloria, she had some pubic hair. I enjoyed the way those neat curls captured her scent.

Lifting her head, Courtney looked down while I pleasured her clit. In that instant, I could easily imagine myself with a woman like her. Was I playing a role tonight? Yes, and I was doing it for money. But I was also being myself; I didn't have to hide behind a character dreamed up by Gloria or one of our fans.

And though I was technically working, performing a job, it was easy to lose myself in the task when Courtney seemed thrilled by everything I did.

After I brought her to orgasm, I was reluctant to leave my place between her legs. Instead, I kept working until my tongue ached and I'd given her two more climaxes.

Courtney was still trembling from the last one when she sat up and eased me onto my back. My erection had weakened a bit, but her mouth quickly resurrected it. 

I placed a gentle hand on her head, in no way directing the pace of the blowjob. I got the sense she was sucking me off out of obligation; she didn't have a natural enthusiasm for the act. And since this night was all about her pleasure, I moved to guide her into the missionary position.

I could tell she loved the attention I showered on her breasts. I nibbled and sucked, licked and fondled, until her nipples were elongated between my lips.

"Give me your cock!" she finally urged. 

Looking up at Courtney, I grinned. Then I reached for the condom she'd placed nearby so I could give her just what she wanted.

Though the rubber dampened sensation somewhat, I still felt Courtney's warmth like a sheath around my dick. During a deep kiss, I began thrusting. We struck up an easy rhythm; it seemed natural for both of us.

Still, my date wasn't satisfied with just missionary sex. Instead, she wanted to try several different positions. Before long, I realized she was acting out many of the scenes I'd performed on camera with Gloria.

Half an hour later, my energy was flagging, and I dripped with sweat. I'd lost count of how many times I'd made Courtney come. Now, I was taking her from behind, and a large mirror across the room reflected the image of our lovemaking back to us.

I watched her heavy tits sway while I thrust hard and fast. Her loud cries drowned out my grunts.

"Talk dirty," she demanded.

I paused long enough to reach around and roughly grab her breasts. She whimpered when I gave those mounds a squeeze.

"Mmm, I love fucking your hot, wet cunt! And I love seeing those tits jiggle when I give it to you hard."

Courtney's hair was a mess, and her cheeks had flushed a deep red. I took great satisfaction in seeing her jaw slacken while she quaked from yet another orgasm. I couldn't remember a time I'd had this kind of staying power. Though I knew the condom was partly responsible for that, I also attributed my stamina to the confidence Courtney instilled in me. She made me feel I could do no wrong while we were in bed.

And yet, as my own orgasm approached, it was Gloria I thought of. It was Gloria I missed.

"I'm close!" I told Courtney. "Where do you want my cum?"

"On my tits!"

I pulled out and then rushed to remove the condom. Courtney lay on the bed, her hands cradling her breasts. With my lips drawn back from my teeth, I straddled her torso.

My aim proved true. After just a few strokes, I managed to leave both of her tits glazed with semen. She moaned like a porn star, and I watched her gather some of the jizz on her fingertips.

She licked her skin clean, then ordered me to do the same to her breasts.

Though I was exhausted and craving a cold drink, not my hot cum, I smiled and obeyed. I feigned eagerness while sliding my tongue over her nipples.

"Good boy," she praised me. But it wasn't the same as when Gloria did it.

Finally, Courtney grew sated, and I was able to take a break. When she suggested a bath for both of us, I readily agreed.

It wasn't yet midnight when we emerged from the bathroom. Now, we were fresh and clean, our skin pinkened from the hot water we'd soaked in.

Courtney looked uncharacteristically shy as she asked, "Would you like to stay?"

Tired as I was, I immediately accepted her invitation. For a few hours, I managed to sleep, holding her close all the while. 

Sometime before dawn, she slipped under the covers and took me in her mouth. Though the blowjob was halfhearted, it succeeded in getting me hard again. I mustered up the energy for another round of fucking.

Right after I came, in the condom this time, Courtney said, "You were so worth it!"

And I remembered exactly why I was there.

I stayed with her until she grew drowsy and dozed off. Then I eased out of bed and began to dress.

"Leaving so soon?" she murmured.

I leaned down to plant a perfunctory kiss on her lips. "I should head out before the traffic gets bad."

It was a lame excuse, and we both knew it. But there was no delicate way to extract myself from the situation.

For her part, Courtney seemed content to end our date. With a lazy smile, she lowered the covers to give me one last look at her breasts. "You were wonderful, Jack."

The smile I returned was genuine, for I did delight in the knowledge that she was a happy customer.

Minutes later, I exited the hotel. It was still dark, and a frigid breeze cut through my clothes. The smell of sex clung to me.

Back in the car, I texted Gloria, though I didn't think she'd read it anytime soon. She generally stayed up late and then slept in.

On my way home.

Almost immediately, my phone chimed with a new message. 

Be safe driving back, Gloria had written. She followed it up with a heart emoji.

I understood that was as good as her writing I love you.

Traffic was light, almost nonexistent in places, during the drive home. I was treated to a magnificent sunrise, its saffron glow rolling over the horizon. Now that I knew Gloria was no longer angry, my mood grew buoyant.

Still, I was surprised to find her waiting for me in the living room when I let myself into the house. I stopped short, keys in my hand. From the sofa, she offered one of those sheepish smiles I rarely saw.

"You must have done a helluva job," she said. "Courtney just sent a five-hundred-dollar tip."

My eyes widened, and Gloria laughed at my stunned expression. Patting the sofa cushion beside her, she said, "Sit with me."

"Uh..." I looked down at my rumpled suit. "I should probably shower first."

"Sit."

Of course, I obeyed, and once we were side by side, Gloria inched closer. She wore a long-sleeved T-shirt and sweatpants. Her hair was still tousled from sleep.

She turned to me and took a deep breath. Then she reached for my hand. "I'm sorry, Peter. I never meant to hurt you."

I opened my mouth to lie and say she didn't. I was still clinging to a few scraps of pride.

Before I could speak, Gloria rushed on. "It wasn't that I thought no one would want to arrange a date with you; I knew they would, since I've read all the comments from your fangirls. Some of them are kind of obsessed with you." Her gaze darkened, and I didn't understand why. She was quick to hide from me by focusing her stare on our intertwined fingers. "What I didn't know..." She paused, drew in another lungful of air, then tried again. "I didn't know how much it would affect me, to share you with another woman." Finally, she met my eyes again. "I love you, Peter. You know that. But I believed I could be professional about all this. I told myself it wasn't fair to keep you on such a short leash. We're a team, and you deserve the opportunity to make your own money, and meet other people."

I watched, astonished, as tears spilled down Gloria's cheeks.

"I never wanted that," I whispered. "I was happy working just with you."

She swallowed hard. "Maybe I was scared. Scared of how deeply I care about you." Impatiently, she wiped at her wet face. "But I was so much more frightened by the possibility of losing you to someone else. And so I acted like a bitch, shutting you out. I'm sorry."

Gloria shook her head, unable to say more because she'd begun sobbing. I hurried to draw her into my arms.

"You're not going to lose me," I promised. "I'll be around until you get tired of us performing together, or until you go back to school. You'll eventually meet the love of your life and forget all about me."

"No!" She looked up at me and said it again, even louder. "You will always be a part of my life, no matter who I meet."

Though I was fighting back my own tears, I managed to smile. "Honey, I'm so much older. There's no way this will work."

Gloria jutted out her chin. "I don't want to hear you say that again, do you understand? Even if I go back to school and settle into a boring career, and even if I meet someone else, you and I will always live together. We'll work together until the fans stop paying. And we'll always love each other."

It sounded like a fairy tale to me, but I didn't argue. Who was I to deny Gloria her dream?

And maybe I was just as desperate to believe in it.

Epilogue

I should have known better than to doubt Gloria. When had she ever gone back on her word?

Those were my thoughts on a summer night a few years later, as she and I climbed onto the bed in the guest room. Though she'd finished college and earned her degree, she wasn't quite ready to give up performing for her fans. And though I'd been fortunate enough to find a job which allowed me to work from home, I was thrilled to keep performing with Gloria. The money I earned was just a bonus.

Tonight, we'd invited a third to perform with us in Gloria's makeshift studio. The man was around her age, and no stranger to being on camera. While Gloria was on her hands and knees between us, I sneaked glances at the guy's sculpted body. He had big pecs, and a big dick. He effortlessly fucked her pussy, not even breaking a sweat. Gloria moaned as she wrapped her lips around my smaller cock.

A threesome was a rare occasion for us, and we knew the fans would go wild for it. Each time the guy behind Gloria gave a hard thrust, he pushed her forward so she took more of my dick. My tip was soon nestled in her throat.

I released a groan, my fingers grasping her hair. I knew to hold those strands out of the way so the camera could film her pleasuring me.

"Fuck, that's perfect!" Watching Gloria, I made no attempt to hide my affection. Even when sharing her with another, I couldn't disguise the love I felt. Lucky for me, the fans seemed to prefer it that way. "Such a good girl, taking every inch."

My words prompted Gloria's friend to pump his hips even faster. Playing the role she had created for him, he said, "I really do appreciate the opportunity to service your wife, sir."

He and I shared a smile. Gloria's moans became muffled squeals as we continued the spit roast. The instant I sensed she was close to orgasm, I allowed her to pull off and greedily inhale.

"I'm gonna...!" The rest of her words dissolved mid-sentence; a tremor coursed through her entire body while she came hard.

I knew that was my cue to climax as well. With one hand, I gripped her hair and angled her head upward. With my other hand, I stroked my dick. By now, I was panting.

Our third jackhammered Gloria's pussy. The sound of her getting pounded, and the ripe smell of sex, sent me over. Letting out a helpless cry, I unleashed numerous spurts of jizz on Gloria's face and extended tongue. 

The other man filled her pussy soon after. The whimpering sound he made at orgasm was almost endearing.

Still painted with my semen, Gloria slumped against the bed and lay on her back. I waited for her to spread her thighs.

Our eyes locked, and she flashed a sly grin. "Clean me up, baby."

As she spoke, cream oozed from her entrance. A nearby camera recorded the filthy sight.

Though my mouth puckered at the prospect of eating another man's cum, I didn't hesitate to obey Gloria's command, for I was hers above all others.

And I always would be.