Porn, Porn, and More Porn

I had to watch something. My nerves were shot and my mind was spinning in circles. Watching some porn, seemed like it was the only solution to calming me during what felt like a tornado of emotions swirling around. I fired up the computer and linked it to the television so that my selections could be viewed on the big screen. It was something that Cathy and I liked to do, when watching together. Even though when watching alone, I am content with just my laptop, I figured if Cathy were to come in, the big screen would be better.

The kids had been asleep and the worry of sounds reaching their ears made me keep the volume lowered just enough for my listening pleasure. I contemplated surfing some of the popular sites for something to pique my interest, but opted to open my file folders for more full-length options, as opposed to snippets found on the web.

I had settled on one that I hadn't viewed in a long time. I clicked the link, ensured it was adequately displayed on the television and set the laptop on the floor. I settled into the sofa and watched as the story unfolded.

It was about two buxom, well-endowed and shapely ladies, who decided to take a road trip across the country. They had jumped into a red corvette convertible and hit the surprisingly desolate highway. The camera focused on the wind blowing through their hair and their smiling faces, with occasional glimpses of their incredible assets, threatening to pop out of their spaghetti strap tops, leaving no doubt that they were without bras. The scene panned down to the boy toy shorts that revealed every inch of creamy thigh possible, while barely concealing the treasured trove between their legs. The girls laughed, smiled and giggled as they sped down the road, their hands idly running through their wind blown hair as they thrust their chest towards the camera, hardened nipples tenting the fabric. The hands playfully moved to their breasts, rubbing and cupping them, enjoying the feel before pulling their covering down to expose them to the crisp breeze, as well as any vehicles they passed along the way. They teased and toyed with their hardened nipples, casting appreciative smiles and cursory waves to opportunists of their exhibitionism. Their hands eventually ended inside their shorts, plunging fingers into the wetness contained within. As the two girls simultaneously pleasured themselves, the camera switched to the speedometer, which was creeping incrementally faster as the girls neared their orgasm.

It was at this point that my mind had somehow made a connection that the two women could easily be Linda and Cathy. Each woman had characteristics that could be attributed to both. The events of late, made it difficult to not superimpose Linda as the driver of the corvette and Cathy as the wanton passenger. It was at that point that my cock had sprung to such a state of stiffness, that keeping it confined was no longer an option. I had stripped down naked and sprawled out on the couch, my cock, standing at glorious attention as I casually wrapped a hand around it, continuing to watch the movie.

The car had raced at a blurring speed past a police car perched behind a billboard. It wasn't a chase, but the police caught up to the girls, who had composed themselves at the realization of lights and sirens behind them. They pulled over onto the shoulder of the road, kicking up a cloud of dust that slowly settled as two virile male officers exited the patrol car.

I watched as Linda's eyes devoured the officer's physical attributes, starting at the bulge in his pants, working her way up to his face, a wide smile forming on her face as she licked her luscious lips. Meanwhile, Cathy was stretching out in the passenger seat, lifting her ass off the seat, stretching her arms above her head, and thrusting her magnificent tits towards the other officer standing at her side of the car, giving him a clear view of everything she had to offer.

In no time at all, Linda was resting her ass on her heels at the front of the car, servicing the thick virile cock of the one officer, while Cathy was still seated in the passenger seat, door open, feet on the ground, feeding another fine specimen of meat into her hungry mouth. Eventually the officers had enough of the oral talents and Linda was on her back, on the hood of the corvette, legs spread wide in the air with the hard cock thrusting in and out of her splayed pussy while he mauled her bared breasts. Cathy, meanwhile, was face down on the hood of the patrol car, legs spread wide as her officer plowed into her honey cauldron, his large hands gripping her waist, pulling her back onto him as her hands kneaded her tits, mashed under the weight of her torso. Once the pussies were thoroughly fucked and the girls had each reached a screaming orgasm, their mates had moved to the only untapped orifice left. Each girl had their puckered holes penetrated by the patrol men's penises. The scene ended with both girls back on their knees, hungrily sucking the cocks until they exploded into their open waiting mouths, decorating their faces with what didn't land in their target.

I could feel my cock throbbing within the loose grip, and looked down to see a pearly bubble at the tip. It took every bit of energy, not to start jerking off, watching the movie, wanting to save myself for when Cathy got home. I still couldn't shake the notion that I was watching a movie featuring my wife and her sexy friend. Nor could I fathom why I was excited watching her get fucked by someone other than myself. Only by focusing on those questions, was I able to delay the need to pump one out, just for relief.

The movie returned to the two lovelies back in the car, on their merry way, back on the road. They giggled and joked about how many police officers they could fuck on their road trip. The girls were getting increasingly hornier as the sun began setting. They pulled into a truck stop to go to the bathroom and get a bite to eat. Of course, when they reached the bathroom, the woman's toilet was closed, leaving them the only option, to use the men's instead. Cathy stood guard while Linda relieved herself, all the while Linda was detailing the lewd writings and drawings on the wall. Cathy hurried Linda along, and the two swapped positions. While Cathy was on the toilet, however, Linda had caught the attention of several truckers, welcoming them into the area. In no time at all, Linda and Cathy were stripped naked and surrounded by no less than ten men, looking like truck drivers. Of note, three were well-hung black men. During the next forty minutes, the girls had sucked and fucked each of the guys, every hole stuffed with a cock, with cocks in each hand. Each girl was plastered in cum by the time the men were through with the harlots, leaving them to clean each other with their hungry mouths.

My aching cock knew no better and without a single stroke, decided to erupt, coating my hand with hot, white lava. I lay there motionless, gasping for breath, and confused as the thick liquid spread where gravity deemed appropriate. Not wanting to stain the sofa knowingly, I quickly grabbed my shirt and wiped up the mess I had created, blankly staring at the television as the movie progressed to a motel where the two women engaged in a torrid, but loving lesbian tryst. I had been so lost in my own concern connecting the porn stars to my wife and her friend, that I had barely registered the remainder of the movie, which had showed the girls climbing into their car the next morning and continuing their trip anew, quickly fast forwarding to a point where they were pulled over by another set of police officers. The ladies looked at each other and winked knowingly, before the movie faded to black.

From that point forward, everything was a blur. I kept scrolling through my folders, mindlessly clicking on a movie and watching it to completion, waiting for Cathy to show up. My cock had been straining for renewed attention, yet I purposefully refrained from even touching myself, for fear I may cum again. It didn't matter which movie I picked at this point, my brain was substituting Cathy for one of the starlets. I could vividly imagine Cathy in each of those scenarios, and now it was playing out before my eyes. However hard I tried, I could not keep myself awake and I had fallen asleep, destined to continue dreaming of Cathy entwined with a strange man, sucking on a strange shaft, fucking a foreign cock, or enduring a rough anal ****.

I was pleasantly awakened by a warm, wet, velvet-like glove gently sliding up and down along my hardened pole. Groggily, I recognized the firm ass rising and falling slowly onto my lap. Surely this must be a continuing dream, I initially thought. I closed my eyes again, thinking the image and feeling would disappear. Much to my delight, the brunette curls dangling down the bared back of the lady before me, confirmed I was not dreaming. I sighed audibly, flexing my thighs, causing my cock to twitch, eliciting a delightful mewl from Cathy.

Sensing I was now awake, Cathy set into determined motion, humping down with increased ****, ensuring my saber was buried to its fullest depth. My hands gravitated to her hips, aiding her in achieving our mutual goal. Each of her downward thrusts were met with one of my upward strokes, lifting my ass off the sofa, bracing my feet on the floor. The tempo was quickening and breathing hastening as we each neared that magical moment. Just as we were both about to spill over, the moaning scream, “FUCK ME,” assailed my ears. “YEAH, FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP,” reverberated through my head. Yet it wasn't Cathy screaming out those words. I turned my head and saw the fair skinned brunette on the television getting pummeled by the big black brute, while her husband sat nearby wanking on his willie.

At that very instant I filled Cathy's cunt with all I had to give, feeling her spasms squeeze every drop from me. It was at that moment, to my horror, I realized Cathy had been intently watching one of my hidden videos of a cuckolded husband. I was frantically searching for the remote, trying to turn off the embarrassing footage, that undoubtedly had excited Cathy. Much to my dismay, the remote and the laptop were on the coffee table, in front of Cathy who was relishing in the afterglow of a satisfying sexual escapade. My erection had quickly dissipated, the softening member slipping free of Cathy's sodden folds. I could feel our combined juices leaking from her, dripping onto my deflated member.

Cathy leaned back into me, keeping me pinned to the sofa, her head lolling back upon my shoulder, blocking my view of the television. The sounds of the woman's moans and cries filled the room, obviously loving the attention she was receiving from her lover. The sound of slapping flesh and wet sex mingled with the curses flowing from the mating couple. I had seen the movie on multiple occasions in the privacy of my den, and knew the scene quite well. This was one movie I had never shared with Cathy before.

“Interesting movie,” she cooed, still glued to the scene on the big screen. “Oh dear,” Cathy whispered, “play with my titties please!” I obliged her request, wrapping my arms around her torso and latching onto those wonderful melons, feeling her nipples cutting into my palms. Barely able to look over her shoulder, I could sense she was diddling her just fucked pussy, while continuing to watch the movie unfold. I was helpless to end the ****, helping my wife masturbate while she watched a movie about a wife being fucked by a black man in front of her husband, and everyone enjoying it … including Cathy!

Cathy had managed to bring herself to another climax, just as the stud had deposited his load into the starlet's once tight snatch. I knew the scene without watching. Cathy's fingers were sloshing through her own wetness, as the scene showed the black man's cum oozing out of the white pussy. My mind was a whirl, trying to concoct a story as to why I had this movie saved on my computer!

Luckily for me, the movie was over and so was Cathy's orgasm. I felt incredibly sheepish, and waited for the inevitable question. Surprisingly, it never came. Cathy simply rose to her feet, gathered her clothes and started towards the bedroom. “I think you better clean up,” she giggled. “Don't want the kids finding you like this.”

I hurriedly turned off the television and gathered up my clothes and that darned laptop. I turned off all the lights, locked the door, and headed to bed. Whether it was good fortune or not, Cathy was curled contentedly under the blankets and appeared to have already drifted to sleep. I spooned up next to her and was rewarded with her naked flesh pressing back into me. I draped an arm over her, resting it on her toned belly, just beneath the swell of her breast. I lay there in the dark, unable to get back to sleep, trying to put the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle back together.

What was she thinking when she saw that movie? Why had I mentally transposed her into those movies? Was she excited by the big black cock? Why did I have that movie playing when she came home? And then it suddenly dawned on me … why had she been out so late again, and what was her 'Good News Surprise' she had hinted at earlier? Oh, it was going to be a long night!