It was not recent.

"It has been a while," she replied, sitting on the sofa and slumping a bit. "I have not been enough for him, and mistakes from my past caught up to me. He found out some things. Some things I am ashamed of. Some mistakes he cannot forgive."

"We have all done things we are ashamed of darling, so has your husband," Larry replied. "You would be surprised, just know that you owe nobody a life of shame, not one person. And fuck forgiveness, if it is in your past and it didn't hurt your husband, pardon me but fuck him."

Larry held her hand, "You have no reason to be sad, no reason to ashamed, and there is no reason your husband should not be attracted to you sexually," he spoken very gently.

“I promise you, darling, if he isn't taking care of you at home, something else has to be happening,” he said softly. “It isn’t your fault darling.”

"It is my fault Larry," Vixxen replied. "I made the choices I did. Really bad choices."

He moved her hair out of her face, "We are all flawed, and we are all just trying to get by. Life doesn't start getting easier as you get older, you just have more mistakes to ponder on as you go."

"How old are you, 20? 21? How many bad choices could you have made?" He asked.

"I am almost 23…” she replied.

"I am 49, I have been making my poor choices since my teens, it will take you years to catch up to me," he smiled, "perhaps it will take you another twenty-five years, only time will tell."

This man was kind, but he just didn't understand. She had to tell him, then he would understand why her husband thought her to be a whore, unclean.

"I was a whore Larry, the actual sex for money kind of whore. And when I was a teenager I had sex with my father, and I had an abortion." Vixxen replied quietly.

"I know," he replied, your husband told me. Mason was telling his friends about her past? What the fuck?

"He fucking told you? Vixxen said much more loudly.

"Yes, he came to me for advice and asked me what I thought. I told him he was overreacting." Larry replied, "Your father used drugs and alcohol, the sex wasn't consensual, and wasn't your fault. You were molded. It sounded like your father sold you, but you didn't know did you?"

"Not at first, I did later," she replied.

"And he told you to end your pregnancy, to spare his social status, correct?"

"Yes, but I could have said no," Vixxen replied.

"Oh come on dear, you are not a stupid woman, you know better than that," he said with a gentile smile.

“If you said no he would have probably harmed you, I am guessing that if you ever did say not he did. That is what men like that do,” he continued. “Violent men…bad men, they take what they should not. There is no honor in it.”

"I know you were a stripper, and that doesn't make you a whore either."

"So he told you everything he doesn't like about me then?" Vixxen asked, "and then sent me to fuck you? No wonder I didn't have to ask for the condom."

He pulled her into a hug, "not even close darling. It is to protect you and to protect your marriage. I am young enough to still get someone pregnant, just barely."

"I can't have kids," she replied. "No worries there.” I won’t ever with my husband refusing to fuck me, she thought.

"If you and me ever happens again darling, the condom is your choice then."

They had a quiet ten minutes or so, Larry just holding Vixxen, still in the beautiful form-fitting grey dress.

"I want you to fuck me again Larry, right now, right here," Vixxen replied. "And no fucking condom."

Larry did not need to be told twice, he leaned in and kissed her deeply while helping her to remove the new dress he had purchased for her.

Very quickly they were both naked, and he eased himself between her legs, he did not have a lot of sex without condoms, and he always loved the increased sensation, the warmth.