"Revealed a Secret to my Husband!"Canadian Fluffer

Hello,

I'm Canadian now after marrying my husband, but originally am from Maine. We went on a fabulous holiday and it was my first time letting loose in a long time and we really enjoyed it. Especially the skimpy bikini that's kinda see through (got lots of looks!), but also being nude-ish at times.

But on that trip, I did reveal something about my past that I never told him and I wasn't sure how he would react. Basically when I was a student - before I met him - I moved to Paris to start film studies. I had almost no money saved up, just what my mom and a couple of aunts could give me. Rent for a tiny maid's room was already more than I expected, and after food, transport, and books there was nothing left. I was stressed out of my mind the whole first month.

One evening I was looking for quick cash jobs online and saw a listing for, "production assistant – adult shoots – paid same day." I sent a few normal photos and a message saying I was fine being around nudity and really needed work. They worked for one of the only French adult companies that still shoots most of its stuff in France instead of in other areas, which I found out much later on. They needed a backup photographer who could also do basic makeup touch-ups and, if necessary, "keep the talent focused," as they put it. They emailed back fast and asked if I could come in the next day.

First day on set was chaos: a converted warehouse, ten people maximum, everyone chain-smoking outside between takes. The director was this chill woman in her late thirties who introduced herself with a cigarette in her mouth and asked if I was okay seeing dicks all day. I shrugged. She hired me.

Money was ridiculous: €200 for a half-day, always in cash. For a student who survived on croque-monsieurs and instant noodles, it felt like winning the lottery every time.

In France the crews are so small that roles bleed into each other. There's no 'fluffer' job title; there's just the girl who's already there and who doesn't mind helping when the guy starts softening because the lighting guy is taking forever. But on my first day, there were several guys (gangbangs, group scenes, whatever), some of them have to wait a long time between turns. One of the guys just couldn't get hard again after sitting around for almost an hour. I was the only other woman there besides the main performer, so the director asked me if I could take care of him.

After my second shoot they stopped even asking; they'd just catch my eye and tilt their head toward the sofa. I'd put the camera down, stop taking photos, walk over, kneel, 1 minute later everything was back on track. It became as normal as adjusting a reflector.

I'd been doing it for eight months at that point. I tried to stop once, because I felt weird about it, but nothing else paid even close to that for the hours I could actually work around classes, and I actually think I liked it tbh. So I went back pretty quick and it lasted another 6 months before I moved on.

Back to the present, at the beach after one too many margaritas we had a deep conversation and it was the type where you told stuff that the other hadn't known and it just sort of came out. I cringed wondering what he would say but being such a calm man he just asked lots of questions and then we went back to the hotel to work off the energy.

I was worried about this secret for so long and had no idea it could actually make for a hotter time in bed, who knew?

Sorry if this is long, but I wanted to explain all of this as we want to make this enjoyable yet again and thought this would be a good way to do it. Hoping to meet some peeps either here or online to possibly have some fun with the both of us.