Clint and his girlfriend and had lived together for more than a year, but after a recent argument, Lynda packed her things and moved out. Communication came to a halt, except for the occasional message left on Clint's machine about a bill, mail or something equally innocuous.
After more than three weeks, Clint began to feel the effects of Lynda's absence. He was horny all the time. When Friday night rolled around with nothing in particular to do, he stopped on the way home and rented a porn video. He arrived at home and took the time to cook a quick microwave meal and ate it at the kitchen counter. Then he turned off all the lights in the front of the house and retreated to the back bedroom that was "the TV room."
It took only five minutes of watching the video for Clint to conclude that it was a hot one. A gorgeous brunette with huge natural tits was being fucked "doggy style" by a muscle-bound blonde boy who seemed to have an IQ between 90 and 95. He had the requisite equipment, though, and that was all that mattered at the moment. Clint stopped the tape, backed it up to the beginning of this scene, and retreated to the bathroom.
From a box beneath the counter he removed a latex surgical glove. He squirted hand lotion inside the glove and worked it around to thoroughly lubricate the inside of the glove. After stripping off his clothes, Clint returned to the TV room. The anticipation of what he had in mind had given him a solid hard-on. He turned the couch so it faced away from the TV, then slipped the rubber glove between the two back cushions of the couch, about 18" above the seat cushions. Then he reached for the remote and clicked the video back on.
Clint watched the blonde stud slide his cock into the buxom brunette, and as they resumed their fucking, he got on my knees on the couch and slowly slid his cock into the surgical glove between the back cushions. The pressure of the cushions was perfect, creating just the right sensations as he thrust his cock all the way in, then slowly withdrew it. Clint turned the volume up a bit to take full advantage of the moans and groans emanating from the video. He didn't hear the key turning the lock at the front door.
Lynda had been waiting for her IRS refund check and drove by Clint's house twice before concluding from the darkened windows that he wasn't there. She unlocked the front door and slipped quietly in to check for mail that was always tossed on a table in the entry hall. As she leafed through the large stack of mail, she was startled by sounds that seemed to be coming from the back of the house. She listened quietly and was convinced she heard someone moaning.
