Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn
Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy.
There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic people
I
know!"
I'd never seen any signs of Tethys being attracted to women, and she herself wouldn't have considered that part of her repertoire either, but when Sonia was with Henri, she became extremely turned on by her. They tended to do a pretty thorough video documentation of these encounters, and I had a front row seat, as often as I wanted to watch. And to my surprise, I did want to watch. The reasons were surprisingly varied. It wasn't for novelty, that wore off after the first few weeks.
There's no denying that Sonia was a spectacular, breathtakingly beautiful woman. Tethys described Sonia as flawless as a woman can be, and after extremely close and critical analysis of every video I'd seen, every angle, every closeup, every lingering action shot, I could find nothing in that statement to disagree with. Not only was she gorgeous, she was exquisitely sexual. Even bisexual. She may not have had Tethys' endurance, or capacity for repeated drawn out fucking, but from the standpoint of beauty, talent, and raw desire, she was unsurpassed.
Sonia's personality was something to behold as well: strong willed, confident, and irreverent, with a strong sense of the absurd, and a conviction that everything
is
absurd. She tended to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was fun. For her, Tethys was fun. In every video I saw, Tethys was the center of attention, but Sonia was the dominant force. She was petite, shorter than Tethys, although not quite as slender. She had the compact build of a former gymnast, and the explosive energy to match. Her face was that perpetually youthful shape, round without being pudgy, a mouth that turned up towards her cheeks in a natural smile, framed by full, luscious lips that needed no added color, they were the same ebony black shade as the rest of her smooth, shiny flawless skin. Her big doe eyes, with a hint of that almond Asian shape added to the playful impression. Her short hair was barely enough to show an afro texture, it emphasized the sleek lines of her body, as did her shaved pussy. Her breasts were not overly large, just a bit bigger than Tethys', but they were prominent, with sharp pointy nipples that looked like the could cause damage if they stabbed you. Tethys had insisted they were all natural. I'd call them "pert." Her body and her personality seemed totally matched, and she was fun to watch.
It was also fun to watch Sonia and Tethys ganging up on Henri together. He had a huge, embarrassingly large cock, and Sonia had somehow learned how to take it all the way down her throat. Tethys wanted to learn. The view of Sonia coaching Tethys on Henri's cock was wonderfully exciting. Tethys had promised I'd get to meet her in person at some point, and I was hoping for the chance, but it didn't happen right away. I had a nice long vacation with Tethys over Christmas, and used up a lot of my accumulated vacation time. Sonia had been traveling during that period, and Henri was swamped, and they didn't even make it to visit Tethys. By the time their Monday schedule settled out again, I was back at work, saving up my PTO hours. Eventually it would happen, Tethys remained confident of that.
In the meantime, through the winter of 2019, and as spring approached, our schedule was stable, predictable, and enjoyable. Whenever we were at my place or hers, the clothes were off. She was rapidly turning me into a bona fide nudist. Sometimes the days were warm enough for us to spend a little naked time in my back yard, but it wasn't often, and even with a surrounding concrete wall, the location wasn't optimal. I was looking forward to the warm weather as much as she was.
We had spent the morning fucking pretty intensely on a Sunday in March, and we had a collection of Tethys' favorite porn videos for inspiration. Some of them featured her with me, some her with Carl, some her with Sonia and Henri, and there were a few more professionally made ones as well. Ours were best, of course. It was fun not only to watch skilled fucking and sucking, it was also fun to heckle the pros when their passion was so obviously fake. That's why ours were better. The production values might not have been as polished, but the passion, the eroticism, and even the humor, were all real. Still, Tethys had done some major weeding out of her collection, and the ones that remained were pretty good. Some of them, I'm still convinced, featured genuine orgasms, and truthfully-expressed joy from their sexual protagonists.
I'd cum twice that morning -- I was getting noticeably better with practice, both in my recovery time and my semen volume, and I was proud of myself. Tethys was proud of me too. We'd done our noon run of four miles, doffed our clothes again on our return, and had a nice leisurely lunch together, during which we discussed topics, of all things, a nonsexual nature. We were, in fact, talking about nature, and planning a trip the following weekend into the Texas Hill Country to enjoy the annual Bluebonnets. They were at the peak of their blossoming about now.
We had begun to once more gaze hungrily into one another's eyes, and I decided to propose some naked cavorting in the back yard now that there was some direct sunlight shining on it. There was a small risk of us being visible through some of the neighbor's second-story windows, but there was plenty of area in the yard that was shielded enough for sex, although we could potentially be glimpsed heading to and from the protected area. I thought it was a risk worth taking, and Tethys was eager for some sunlight on her bare skin.
The doorbell rang, followed by three moderate taps on the door. This was unexpected. All my family and our friends knew to call in advance of their visits. They'd been good about respecting that rule. Nobody from my work was going to show up unannounced on a Sunday, and any contacts that Tethys had from her business would go to her apartment, not my house. It had to be solicitors of some kind. Political, religious, or sales, I tended to be gruff with them. I decided to ignore the visitors, and allow them to leave on their own, but Tethys gave me a mischievous smile. There was a closet in the entry hall where we hung a couple of bathrobes in the rare event that we had to open the door to someone without having time to dress first. We normally used them for fast food delivery service, but they usually hung idle. Tethys went up to the door and called out "Hold on a minute!" and gathered the robes, handing me one. I sighed, wondering what game she wanted to play. Once our robes were wrapped and tied, she opened the door as if she owned the place.
"May we help you?" she asked of the afternoon air.
Our guests were three somewhat middle-aged and matronly ladies, casually but neatly dressed, one carrying a clipboard and another holding a book. Not Mormons, I thought to myself. Maybe Jehovah's Witnesses? I didn't have much familiarity with the various groups that made the rounds of these neighborhoods looking for votes, donations, or souls.
"Hi, I'm Donna Sanchez with the Women's Moral Empowerment Ministry, and if you have a few minutes we would be honored if we could give you some information about the damage that pornography does to women in society."
I instinctively checked my robe to make sure I was thoroughly and modestly covered. I tweaked the wrap just a little to close it up more. Tethys and I wore matching robes, light brown, comfortably fuzzy, and of the same size. On Tethys, the robe was almost baggy, extending down to mid shin, and covering not only her arms, but almost her entire hands. Cinched completely around by the tied belt, it showed no offensive flesh below the neck. I felt that she was as well protected from a bluenose as she could possibly be.
I opened my mouth to dismiss the ladies so that we could continue our day, but Tethys turned to me with a look that I had rarely seen, one that would give any man pause -- maybe even morality crusaders, if they were to see it as well. There was a glint in her eye and a small tweak at the end of her mouth, an air that struck me as both amused and a little predatory. When she turned back to them, she was as sweet as could be. She introduced us by our first names, and responded in a voice that suggested great interest.
"I would love to hear what you have to say, girls. It sounds like it could be important. I'm not really familiar with the issue, though, would you like to come in and explain it to me?"
She was inviting them in? I wasn't prepared for this. I fought the urge to facepalm, instead, I tried to project a pleasant, patient impression and backed away. At this moment, I knew the house, and especially the floor, belonged to Tethys.
"Forgive our outfits, I know it's a little inappropriate for having guests over, but we had just gotten back from a long run, and we were still in the middle of freshening up," she smiled, brushing back her tousled hair.
"Oh, of course. We don't want to inconvenience you, maybe we can come back later?"
"Not at all, this is the best time, if you don't mind our appearance. And I'm sure what you have is too important to wait for later."
We led the ladies into the kitchen, where they sat at the table. Tethys offered them drinks.
"I can make some tea if you like, I'm sorry we don't have any coffee ready right now. We have water and juice at the moment."
The visitors asked for water, and Tethys poured five glasses, handing them three, one for me, and leaning comfortably against the counter to sip on hers.
"We have a brochure and an information sheet that explains how insidious pornography is," Donna began. "It affects millions of women, subjecting them to violence and abuse daily."
"That's terrible!" nodded Tethys. She picked up an information sheet and begin to read down the list. One of the ladies handed me a copy as well. It listed the negative affects of pornography on women:
