This story depicts lesbian sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.
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"When did this happen?" Avery yelled at the laptop screen. She was lying on the bed she shared with her husband; she was having some 'alone time' while he was out at work. She had been looking forward to masturbating inspired by a porn video, more specifically a lesbian porn video. It was a secret yearning that she kept hidden from her husband.
Sure, they occasionally watched porn together but he had no idea it was the female talent to hold his wife's attention. She had experimented in her university days as many of her classmates had but that was well before she met and married her dutiful husband, dull but dutiful, nonetheless. He just didn't ring her bell and watching porn on her laptop was a very satisfactory outlet. She didn't always watch lesbian porn, gangbangs were another frequent search, interracial gangbangs involving BDSM especially so but a video showing two or more women pleasuring each other was her go-to staple.
Sadly, today turned out to be disappointing, as she settled on the bed she knew that she was on a tight timescale as her husband was due back soon but her pussy was twitching regardless and she needed a release in order to sleep at night. She was searching through a new site that specialised in lesbian porn and was making suitable progress when she landed on a video featuring an older redhead with a younger black woman. The redhead was vaguely familiar from other videos she had seen but the dark creamy skin of the other star seemed to shimmer in the light which really held Avery's attention. The plot was fairly obvious and, if she were honest, a bit cliché; the younger woman had a toolbelt around her waist portraying a plumber and the redhead was obviously the homeowner, after all, who would be dressed in tiny lace bodystocking underneath the shortest silk dressing gown known to mankind.
The 'plumber' had obviously been propositioned and was currently sitting on the edge of the worksurface with her legs held wide while the redhead knelt before her doing a really good job of licking her with her tongue buried deep inside the mocha pussy before her. Avery was slowly getting into the action with the thumb of her left hand furious rubbing her enflamed clitoris as two fingers of her right hand were working back and forth in her frothing pussy. The scene then progressed to the 'housewife' standing to kiss the 'plumber'; the interlude would be temporary and Avery's pulse ran waiting to see where the action would go next.
That's when the camera angle panned out and the viewer was able to take in the whole kitchen. It took a few heartbeats for Avery's lust-addled mind to catch up but that's when her blood ran cold; the kitchen was hers. She had to pause the video and rewind a couple of frames to where the camera panned out again, a third time of doing it confirmed her initial assessment; this was definitely her kitchen but 'How? When? Why didn't she know about it?' A fourth rewatch was followed by a fifth and a sixth. What Avery was struggling to comprehend was why it looked different than she was used to.
With her husband due back at any time, Avery favourited the video for later analysis but she had trouble switching off the mystery and even her dullard of a husband could see that she was distracted somehow but whenever he raised the topic with her, he would get the same answer "It's nothing." But it wasn't anything and so after dinner, she said she was going to the office space in the garden out building to do some research and she asked if he'd leave her alone while she did it. A slightly unusual request but one he wasn't about the defy, she'd eventually tell him when she was ready. The research was rewatching the video a number of times. 'I'll admit that there's wasn't an uncommon brand and design of kitchen unit but the configuration was exactly the same as hers' she admitted to herself. 'How many houses on this development would have the same room layout and the same kitchen fitted at the same time?'
That's when Avery started to pick up snippets of details which only puzzled her more. The large picture of their wedding day that hung on the back wall wasn't there, in its stead was a somewhat garish painting but when she zoomed in, she could just make out a slight discolouration on the wall just below where that horrid painting sat. The pan across the window showed there were no plants on the sill, nor was her yellow-green pot she used to store small items to be seen. Instead, there were a couple of tacky picture frames that once again she wouldn't been said buying or displaying; 'There, there' she excitedly jumped about on the swivel chair, 'There is my wooden statue of a horse.' 'I'm going to have to go full Miss Marple on this one' she decided. 'Basically, the bones are the same but the presentation -- something easily accomplished -- was suitably different.
It was the statue that formed the final piece of the jigsaw for her. It was certainly her kitchen, the one they had had installed about three years previous but that statue could not have been in any neighbouring houses. She then considered its placement; it had lived in that spot since the kitchen was fitted but it wasn't there now. They had moved it at the suggestion of the first estate agent they had engaged to sell their house, 'Something about blocking the natural light' she recalled.
Avery's next rewatch focused on the windows to see that actually the tree's outside had a full canopy of leaves, 'That means either late spring or early summer' she concluded. This new discovery left her with something of a quandary, 'Does my husband know anything about the filming taking place? Surely not. We occasionally watch a porn movie together but that tends to be at my insistence rather than his.'
After a moments silent reflection she was prompted her to ask herself 'If not him, then who? The only people that had keys and the alarm access codes to get in the house were the two estate agents they had hired.' She remembered the first one, although charming 'Alex I think his name was', he had said that their price expectations were outside of the market value leading them to try their current agent. 'Given how long they had been with their current agent, maybe he had been correct. If not Alex, then the current agent was the only other candidate. Surely, they wouldn't jeopardise their fee in case I found out?'
That was it, 'it must have been Alex.' The time frame was correct, and the changes in décor were correct; she would confront him tomorrow and see what he had to say in his defence. The following morning she found herself striding purposefully to and through the door of the High Street shop he used to advertise the properties he was handling. When he heard the door open, Alex looked up from his computer and smiled at Avery, "Well this is a pleasant morning. How are you and has your house sold yet? I do sincerely hope so."
Avery pulled a strange expression as she confessed "Not yet, it seems you foretold the state of the market."
He shrugged his response "Well, that is what people pay me for but for what it is worth I think you have a lovely house; sadly, we didn't find the right person who wants to pay that price. All the same, I wish you well in your endeavours, now, what can I do for you today?"
Without actually considering her position Avery blurted out "I was watching a porn movie yesterday and was struck that it was filmed in my kitchen. Do you know anything about this?"
Alex knew all about it, his friend Chad produced a series of homeowner porn movies and had hooked Alex into the enterprise to provide empty properties he was handling for a day's filming. Part of Alex's 'reimbursement' for his trouble was hooking up with the female stars every now and again which had led him to meet his girlfriend Fiona. She was a few years older than Alex but she was a large-breasted redhead and having been in the background on the day that they had filmed at Avery's house, Alex knew that Fiona had been one of the stars with a younger actress Cleo. Alex's mind kicked into overdrive, Avery had said 'I watched' not 'we watched' and he also knew that scene was a lesbian shoot which meant the lady liked watching lesbian porn, he guessed on her own. This left him with a dilemma, should he deny knowledge or press that he knew she was watching lesbian porn.
"Wow, I'm shocked" was Alex's immediate reply. Fiona would have been proud of his acting skills. Deciding to press her on the topic he stated, "I don't watch much porn." The reality was he didn't need to watch any online as his girlfriend was a damned good porn actress and he got to see her in action plenty of times. "But if it's true, it's shocking, especially in an area where you prepare food. What type of movie was it and what makes you think I would know anything about?"
