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should ever have to watch a woman he loves slurping on some porn star’s dick. Not ever. My foot bounces off the ground with a speed my mind can’t keep up with. My fingers tap against the side of my director’s chair, and it takes everything in me not to yell cut, as my Friday bobs up and down on the character Eddie.
    Domas kneels to the floor behind Friday, his hard cock covered in latex. He scoots forward, lifts her ass a few inches off the floor, and rams into her pussy from behind. This forces her forward, gagging her on Eddie’s dick. My eyes narrow. Tears brim her eyes from the ruthlessness of Domas’ assault and making her choke on the dipshit she is sucking.
    The scene is professional. No mistakes are evident, and I would be foolish to call for a break in the middle of it. It has to be done and over with as soon as possible, and delaying it with a short break will not only make Friday more impatient, but me also.
    Eddie pops his cock from Friday’s mouth and turns her body to face Domas. She secures her legs around his body and he slams into her. Eddie presses on her back, lines his cock up to her puckered hole, and with one firm push, plunges balls deep in her ass.
    Her moans are fake. They have to be. I may not know the sweet sounds of Friday in pleasure, but I know my old friend and those noises can’t be real. Maybe it is wishful thinking on my part. I wouldn’t doubt it. I told her I was pissed at her, and Friday may never show she is upset, but deep down, I know she is. What woman wouldn’t be when a man tells you he is pissed at you and then leaves right after saying so without resolving the issue?
    The scene is almost over now. I’m thankful. Fuck, am I goddamn thankful. This business has to stop. Whatever she is hiding, she has to let me know. I can’t protect her if I don’t know every detail about why she is doing this. I also have to make a phone call and get this divorce shit over and done with.
    No more feeling sorry for myself or ruining what Friday and I could have in the future by delaying the inevitable divorce. I’m not compromising my beliefs and morals. I’m giving my wife what she wants. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask her to cheat or to fall out of love with me. It happened. I did all I could to fix it. And even though it hurts, it is imperative that I move on with my life as Neri has. In order for me to do that, Friday has to tell me why she is here. She is hiding something, and we can’t move forward for that reason.
    We can’t start something when she is keeping secrets from me.
    Friday falls back against Eddie’s chest and releases a loud moan as both men roar out in pleasure. The scene winds down and without wasting a second, I yell cut.
    When Friday’s PA runs her robe over to her, I give it a few moments and then walk towards her. I gesture with my hands for her to come with me. She doesn’t smile nor speak a word, but follows behind me without making a sound.
    We reach a quiet spot on the set, where the fake bathroom meets the hall to the character Ann’s hotel room. I peer around to make sure we are alone and no ears are listening before I talk.
    “We need to talk. You have to tell me why the fuck you are doing this, Friday. No more secrets. I love you. In order for us to move forward, you’re going to have to tell me why,” I say in a hushed tone, not wanting to upset her or draw attention to us.
    She shifts on the balls of her feet, her hands gripping at the drawstrings of her robe. “I got to make a call before I can say anything. I’m not the only one involved, O. In order to tell you everything, I have to clear it with someone else first,” she answers me back in a quiet voice. “Let's wrap up the day and meet back at my bungalow, and I’ll answer your questions later.”
    I can deal with that. I nod my head and say nothing as I walk back to my director’s chair to prepare for the next scene. Anticipation and dread fill me as I think about