Another message ... no Cathy

The rest of the day had gone by irritatingly slowly without any further calls from Cathy. The clock seemed to move more slowly as each minute passed. The end of the day couldn’t come soon enough. No calls from Cathy, so I headed home, the simmering in my blood growing to a slow boil as I struggled through the traffic.

I met the kids at the bus and escorted them home, taking time to note all the other parents (mostly moms) who were also meeting their kids. I couldn’t erase images floating into my head of sexual trysts with some of the prettier faces and figures, standing idly by. All this frustration with Cathy had my own mind churning wildly.

I unlocked the door, hustled the kids inside, and was greeted by the blinking light on the answering machine. There was only one message waiting, and it appeared to be from Cathy’s job. I hit the play button and listened as the kids shucked their bookbags and removed their coats.

It was Cathy’s voice, and she was much clearer, sounded more alert, and quite chirpy. “Hey sweetie! Good news and bad news. Bad news is it’ll be another late night, so be a sweetheart and put the kids to bed for me. Tell ‘em I’ll see them in the morning, and that I love them. Good news is I’ve got a big surprise for you when I get home. Why don’t you get one of those movies you like, and get yourself ready for when I get home? I can’t wait to see you! Luv ya!”

Goddamn! Here I was, all set for another argument, further cemented by another long night out, to who knows where. But I could sense that mischievous tone in her voice, and knew that a wild night of sexual escapades lay in wait. The feelings were magnified at the suggestion of watching a porno prior to her arrival, supposedly to match our sexual appetites. My cock was already getting hard at the promise of some great sex, later in the evening.

“Looks like it’s just us and some pizza tonight kids! Mom’s gonna be late, so she’ll see you in the morning.” The kids shuffled off and found something to keep them busy till the food arrived, pizza being a suitable substitute for their mother’s presence.

Cathy knew of, and accepted, my propensity for porn, allowing me the indulgence, occasionally watching side by side, getting new ideas. Now having put the kids to bed, and cleaning up, I found myself staring at a wide variety of porn. I had collected a wide variety, and now found myself wondering what type of porn I should watch. Looking over my various file folders, I developed a knot in my stomach, wondering if Cathy had secretly developed a similar appetite for my porn collection? While there were the standard, one on one videos, the majority of my collection was devoted to fetishes, and multiple partners! There were threesomes, foursomes, moresomes, orgies, and all out gangbangs, along with bukake, swinging, cuckolding, and so on.

Not only was I faced with deciding what I should watch, but now I was also wondering if Cathy was living out some of these videos, rather than leaving them for fantasy. What kind of video did Cathy want me to watch? What kind of video should I watch? She wanted me to get worked up and ready for whatever she had planned, for whenever she got home! Goddamn! She was doing it again!