Thread: To Love, Cherish And Obey: From Elegant Wife To Decadent Whore (Quix & Jolie)

You home, babe? Cam called for her a second time, and blinked rapidly as the lights he'd switched on in the living room reflected off the white carpets and temporarily blinded him. Babe? Carpets he'd happily allowed Noli to choose, as he had the rest of the furnishings women were better at the sort of thing. His voice increased in volume as he became accustomed to the brightness and walked further into the room. It was unusual for Noli not to have waited up, or to have at least not been awakened by his entry, but then he recalled that he'd told her he'd be 'working' late that night. A lie he'd need now need find a cover for a Lawyer's job description, even one whose firm represented high-profile clients, didn't generally include the requirement to attend late night meetings at a Private VIP room in the Mirage Resort and Casino, and the consumption of liquor and cigars. She may have gone to visit friends, or to drown her sorrows after striking out at her audition. Cameron hadn't heard how she'd gone, but he knew in his heart that Noli's short stature would never allow her to obtain a major role in one of the big Vegas productions. However, he encouraged her to follow her dreams just the same. Though his confidence had returned with the idea that had occurred to him on entering the house, it dissipated some when he heard the unmistakable sound of her Audi outside, and it became real. He'd considered concealing the events of the night from his wife, and attempting to resolve the problem himself, but apart from a few little fibs in regards to his evening 'meetings', which did no-one any harm until tonight, he'd never outright lied to Noli about anything significant. It wasn't that Cameron Delaney was a Saint who'd bared his entire soul, or didn't hold secrets he wished to remain buried just that the man recognised a distinction between telling a deliberate untruth, and simply not saying anything at all. The incident in his Junior year when he'd deliberately gotten his High-School girlfriend drunk, and allowed her to be fucked by three of his buddies as part of a Fraternity initiation, would never slip past his lips. Nor would the admission of how much he'd loved watching her being used and abused like a common street-whore. Or the fact that on the odd occasion the memory still entered his mind, it never failed to arouse him. Noli, too, had her secrets, of that Cam was certain. Each time he'd spoken to her about her adolescence in West Virginia, the responses had been vague, but he'd shrugged it off as of no consequence. Problems with her parents, incidents of bullying, an ex-boyfriend, or just the fact she'd been raised in West Virginia alone, could be cause enough for her to not want to speak about her upbringing, and Cam didn't press. The past had no bearing on their relationship or his respect for his wife all that mattered was the man she knew, and the Noli he'd fallen in love with. And what man wouldn't fall in love with her? As he turned to the sound of her voice, and laid his eyes on the vision in white, Cam, for a moment forgot all that had happened that evening and a bright cheery smile lit up his face. Then it disappeared. Hey. That's good. The words came out on autopilot, and what she'd actually said went in one ear and out through the other, as he moved towards his wife. Instead of greeting her with a kiss, as he usually would, one hand reached for her wrist, and Cam took a deep breath. Only then did his gaze fully meet hers. I just got home, baby. Declyn dragged me to a poker game tonight. A pause as he gathered his resolve. Take control. It wasn't his fucking fault. Just bad luck. What was done was done. And I lost a little money. A hundred thousand dollars. But don't worry, I've a plan to win it all back. The admission out, all he could do then was release Noli's wrist, shoot her a smile accompanied with a shrug, and ask, How did your tryout go?, as if his revelation were nothing more serious than advising his wife that red wine had been spilled on the pristine white carpet.