Luck

Sometimes you just have to get lucky.

The next time, the flash drive didn’t come with Mia. A courier delivered it—a tall, muscular Black man in shorts that were way too tight, clearly showing what he had between his legs. He just grinned briefly, shoved the envelope into my hand, and disappeared. I thought to myself, “Leon, you perverted pig…”

I sat down at the computer right away. Not because I didn’t want to upset Leon, but because I was hoping that Mia might stop by later to “take a look.” So I could finally give her a proper workout.

No sooner had I plugged in the flash drive and opened the first photo—the same set again, only even kinkier—than my wife was suddenly standing behind me.

“What are you doing?”

I flinched. The monitor was zoomed in extremely close: a huge, shiny black cock, thickly veined, dripping with cum, just about to thrust deep into the older white man’s ass. The details were razor-sharp. You could see every vein, every drop.

My wife stared at the screen in confusion for a moment. Then at me. My cock was rock-hard in my pants. I missed Mia so much. Her bare tits against my face, her ass rubbing against my shaft, her hand jerking me off agonizingly slowly while I edited exactly these kinds of photos.

She just brushed it off and didn’t bring it up.

“I just got back from the women’s sauna,” she said, sounding deliberately casual. “I made friends with a really nice woman there. Leonie. We’re going out for a drink in a minute. It’ll probably be late tonight. I’ll fill you in on the details later, okay?”

She sounded almost a little guilty. As if she thought I’d be disappointed that she was going out.

I was actually disappointed—but not because she was leaving. Rather, because I wasn’t allowed to meet her new friend Leonie. A woman from the sauna… naked, sweaty, relaxed. And now she was going out for a drink with my wife. Alone.

“Sure, have fun,” I mumbled, trying not to sound too horny.

She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and was gone again. The front door clicked shut.

I sat there, my cock throbbing, staring at the monitor and the dripping black cocks. Without Mia on my lap. Without her warm, wet pussy tormenting me. Just me and these hot, forbidden images.

My wife was out with a naked stranger she’d met at the sauna. Late at night. While I sat here editing porn for Leon.

Maybe I wasn’t so lucky today after all.

I zoomed in a little closer on the next cock, kept editing, and let my imagination run wild—wondering where my wife was really going. And what Mia was doing right now.

The next time Mia came over, she apologized right at the door.

“Sorry I couldn’t come last time,” she said, emphasizing the word “come” very slowly and clearly, with that cheeky smile I both hated and loved at the same time.

She had her delicious coconut shake with her again—the one with the straw she always sucked on so delightedly when she sat on my lap. This time I was bolder. I simply took the cup from her hand, pressed my lips exactly where hers had just been, and took a big sip.

“See? That was an indirect kiss. We might as well just kiss for real…”

Mia laughed softly, but didn’t pull the cup away. I drained it in one gulp while looking at her.

“Work comes first,” she whispered then, demonstratively turning off her phone. “No interruptions from Leon today. I promise.” Finally.

She immediately sat down on my lap, pulled up her thin dress, and exposed her firm tits. Her dark nipples were already hard. I opened the files. A new set.

And then I saw it.

A brunette. Slim, medium-length brown hair, a figure similar to my wife’s. She was being fucked by the same three black cocks—hard, mercilessly, in every hole. The resemblance was uncanny. Leon wanted the cocks bigger, thicker, even more brutal. More shine, more veins, more dripping cum.

I started working.

Mia kneaded my cock through my pants, then she pulled it out and massaged it with her warm hand. Later she went down and tried to suck it hard. She was really trying—sucking deep, licking the head, looking up at me with wide eyes, rubbing her bare tits against my thighs.

But nothing.

My mind had completely shut down. The sight of this brunette who looked so damn much like my wife while she was getting fucked by three huge black cocks… it blocked everything. I stayed half-hard. Nothing more. No matter how hard Mia tried.

In the end, I was left with nothing but blue balls again. Hard, swollen, painful—but no real erection. Mia was visibly disappointed. She tried for a few more minutes, then gave up, pulled down her dress, and said goodbye with a quick kiss on the cheek.

The next day she wrote:

“It was kind of weird yesterday… Don’t you find me attractive anymore?”

I didn’t really answer. What was I supposed to say?

Mia didn’t come by again after that.

I still got one or two jobs from Leon—by courier. And every time I sat alone at the computer editing those hot, dirty pictures (the same thick black cocks, the same brunette who seemed to be looking more and more like my wife), I’d get rock hard instantly. My cock throbbed, dripped, and demanded relief.

But Mia wasn’t there.

Just me, the monitor, and my blue balls.