Part 1 - Unintended Introductions
Alone inside their newly purchased villa, Adam sat propped up on the sofa in the airy living room. He stared ahead with foggy eyes, mouth slightly ajar, and softly grunting, his right hand bouncing rhythmically over his lap.
Having taken delicate care to draw all blinds and curtains in preparation, denying the August evening light entrance, Adam had little concern with the explicit content streaming on the TV, nor with sitting around with his pants bundled up around his ankles.
"Aah, yes, baby," he groaned silently. "You like that fat cock, don't you?"
Ogling at the screen and the brown-haired porn actress's pleasured expression, Adam also managed to feel a lot of envy in regard to the actor responsible for it. Not only was the hunk of a man a good bit taller than his own, average 5'8'', there was also the matter of his bulging muscles compared with his own skinny build, and the behemoth of a cock most certainly twice the size and girth of the 5'' penis sitting in his hand. At least Adam's dark, almost black hair looked better than the actor's, though he could only dream of ever sporting a full beard like that.
He returned his focus to again gawk at the brunette writhing and moaning in pleasure. With his dear fiancée away on a work trip, Adam had dared indulge in a specific fetish of his, one that he had become increasingly more obsessed with for the past year or so. He had yet to find the courage to reveal this newfound fantasy to the love of his life, even if the dirty parts of his mind longed for a confession.
Adam jerked faster, peering intently at the action unfolding on the screen, imagining it was a homemade recording. He grunted. It wouldn't take him long to cum.
"Well, now, what do we have here?"
Adam rocketed into the air like a scared cat, having almost ripped his dick off in the process. Isabella had not been expected home until later tonight, yet there she stood in the doorway, smirking. She was 5'7'', with long, luscious cinnamon brown hair, honey brown eyes with long lashes, a button nose, and a friendly smile.
"B- baby, what are you doing at home already?" Adam asked, trying to sound casual, simultaneously clawing for his phone to turn the clip off.
"It ended early," Isabella said, frowning at him. "But what in the world is going on with you?"
"W- what do you mean?"
"Why do you look like I caught you murdering someone? And why'd you hide what you're watching? We watch porn together all the time!"
"No reason, I just... didn't like it..."
"Mhmm?" Isabella wasn't buying it. Instead, she slithered her way past half-unpacked moving boxes and slumped onto the sofa next to him. "What were you watching then?"
"N- nothing..."
"Baby, I love you. I have just bought a house with you and am planning a wedding with you. Are you seriously telling me there's something that turns you on that you don't dare to tell me about?" Isabella gently queried, kissing her fiancé. "Come on, baby, I want to know all your kinks. Tell me what it is, and maybe I can do it for you."
"But... What if it grosses you out?"
"Well, I can't promise I'm going to get off on it, but I have a hard time believing it's that bad. Come on, baby, please?"
Sighing, Adam folded. When she begged like that, there was nothing in this world he could deny her. So, with trembling fingers, he grabbed his phone anew and cast the clip back onto the TV.
Isabella stared at the screen, all confused. "Why did you try to hide this, it's just regular porn?"
"Well, not exactly..."
Studying his fiancée, Adam watched her scanning the scene more closely, reading the title, and slowly putting the pieces together.
"Oh!" She said at last. "Slutty wives, huh? I expected something much worse."
With a sigh of relief, Adam relaxed back into the cushions, his frightened, flaccid cock twitching back alive. "Well, sorta, but..."
Isabella bit her lip seductively, smiled, and slid her hand across her fiancé's thigh to caress his growing manhood. "Explain it to me then, baby," she whispered.
"Y- you see," Adam groaned as the soft, warm hand began pleasuring him. "It's not just wive's being sluts it's... wife's being sluts for other men while their husband either knows or watches."
"Mhmm?" Isabella encouraged him, glancing from the stiff penis in her hand up to the screen. "And you imagine yourself on the bed there, plowing someone else's wife while her husband watches?"
She had said it inspiringly as if she knew the answer but wished to hear him explain it.
"N- no... I would be t- that other guy, the one that's w- watching and jerking off."
"Mhmm? And who do you imagine is the woman on the bed being fucked?"
"You!"
Adam's cock twitched between her fingers as he said it, and Isabella shivered, her eyes growing more foggy and unfocused. "Does it turn you on thinking of me like that, baby?"
"So fucking much," Adam groaned, horny out of his mind now when finally he had released the truth. "D- does it turn you on?"
Isabella looked him in the eyes, a flood of emotions visible there. The most positive sign was that she kept jerking him even faster. "Yes? Maybe? I don't know. I've never considered it... But if it helps you get off, I don't mind talking about it!"
"I- I don't know why..." Adam moaned, the pleasure vibrating through him. "But the idea of you being a slut for other men... AAaahh fuuuck, baby, don't stop!"
"Mmm, is that why you chose this video?" Isabella purred, provoking him. "Because she kinda looks like me?"
"I'm sorry," he groaned.
Isabella just smiled. "Oh, don't be, honey. I just kinda assumed you jacked it to fantasies about fucking my friends or my sister or something like that."
