It Was Because of Porn

This is a story that is made up. All characters are of legal age and made up, and there is no intention of them representing anyone real. This is not an English class paper for grade. You will most likely encounter tense switching, grammar, and punctuation issues. The ability to comment, vote, and email is switched off because the vitriol I have received is just stupid. If you hate the genre, then do not read it just so you can complain, move on. If you do not like me and the stories written, don't read them and move on. Live is too short for you to waste your masturbation time yelling at the screen; move on.

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It was because of Porn, I swear.

What the fuck. That was my reaction when I discovered my husband's hoard of Porn hidden in a file on the laptop.

I work from home three days a week, Tuesday through Thursday. Typically, my husband, Mark, works from home except Friday. He has been at his engineering firm all week this week, though. I realized I had a bill due that day, so I looked for the "family" laptop. You see, we each have a laptop of our own, plus our work computers, and then we have one that we both use for family things like bills, calendars, etc. Apparently, Mark decided to hide a stash of porn videos he downloaded to a subfolder of a subfolder in the travel picture file.

I hadn't opened any of the videos; I just looked at the names and fumed. I felt cheated on. Was I not enough? Why does he need to jerk off? I give it to him anytime he asks, and I ask a lot for myself, also. For the past year, I think we have fuck at least once a day. So I was angry, insulted, and wondering what was wrong with me that he needed porn.

I finished paying the bill, closed the laptop, and started pacing and fuming about this. I gotta admit it really bugged me and affected my ability to work that day. I may be 41, but I am toned. I work out regularly. My 38D's don't sag. My landing strip never shows, even when in thongs. I have everything he should want and need. I let him use all three holes whenever he asks or whatever he picks. This was really gnawing at me a lot. More than it should.

It bothered me all that day. I fucked the crap out of Mark that night. It was an angry fuck. I was trying to get him to confess without him knowing what I was doing or what I wanted him to confess to. It made me feel a little better, but I still had to deal too much with finding that file. I finally fell asleep that night.

The next day, I made the conscious decision to open the file again and view some of the 40 or so videos. Being a data analyst for my profession, I immediately started looking at file size, titles, and dates viewed and digging deeper, at how often.

So, a few girl-girl movies, all pretty short. Nothing over 15 minutes. Mostly like six to eight minutes. One or two gang bang videos are over a half-hour long. Then, I notice a pattern forming. Shared wife, hot wife, and that whole line of wife thing. There were probably ten of these. Then, to my shock, over half of them were interracial. The two most watched were "Wife Trained as black cock slut", over one hour long, and "Black dominate takes control of a white man's wife." This one was 45 minutes long. The two others that caught my attention as they had been viewed a lot both were called something like wedding ring humiliation. They had different volume numbers. These were short, so I thought I would start with them.

Okay, in all honesty, by six minutes into the first one, my pussy was soaked, and I was horny and into the video. I was very confused as to why this was turning me on. I still was angry and still felt insulted, even more so now. These wives were my age. The husband was filming it. The wife was looking at him and telling him how great the black man's cock felt. Everything felt wrong with this, yet. YET, there I was, wanting to masturbate and at the same time wanting to scream. I stopped and closed everything. I had to get work done. This was Friday, and I was torn between seducing him and then confronting him or saying fuck it and going to some bar to drink and think.

When he walked in and started unloading about the long week and asking why I worked from home on a Friday, I just replied that I had the privilege of being a part owner. The more he rambled on and acted like there was no tension between us, the more I realized it was just me. I went into the bedroom and changed into jeans and a nice button-down flannel shirt. I rolled the sleeves and cuffed the jeans.

There is this little hole-in-the-wall cowboy bar on the far side of the city from where we live. I have wanted to go there forever, but Mark does not dance and isn't really interested. So that's where I headed to drink and deal with my own insecurity. I realized it was in an older strip mall in the corner anchor store. It was large and had that old-school honky tonk feel.

I was lucky the dancing had not started, and the crowd was not there, but then again, it was only 5:30. I grabbed a stool at the bar and ordered a whiskey sour. That is my go-to for being in a pouty mode.

When I was on my second drink, an older gentleman, a few stools down, leaned towards me and asked if I was okay.

"Yeah, I am good. Wait, no, to be honest, I am not fucking good. I am sitting at a bar, drinking and pouting by myself. I am being pissed at myself and my husband, so no, I am not fucking good. Thank you, though, for asking. At least you noticed." That's how I replied. He just looked at me for the longest time with the kindest smile and knowing nod of the head.

"Miss, would you be willing to join me in one of the empty booths to have more privacy?" He asked this as he tipped his head towards a row of empty booths along the outer wall. It is well-lit and near the dance floor. He finished that by saying who knows, maybe I would honor him with some dancing.

I took him up on the offer. He motioned to the bartender to send drinks over to the tables.

For the next hour, I nursed a drink and answered all his questions and unloaded about the porn, how much it bothered me, and that my hubby had no clue I knew. Then I asked him why he was here. I could not understand why such a nice man was alone at a club. When he stood, I have to admit I was attracted enough I got a lot wet in my pussy lips. I know I said that all wrong, but that's how my mind still thinks of that moment.

I am guessing he was 6-3, right at 200 lbs. He was well toned in his t-shirt, and his slacks were tailored and showed how good of shape he was in. His hair was salt/pepperish, and his eyes were two inviting pools of a cool blue. Gawd, I am soaked just typing this.

"My issue is with my spouse. That's why I am here. I married her when I graduated college at 23, and I am 55 now. I am guessing you are like, what? 38 to 40." He continued. "It seems our spouses are clueless of our pain and confusion."

It was about this time the music started. He finally told me his name as we headed to the dance floor. He goes by David and says, "But my full name is Harold David Theodore McLean." I chuckled and replied: "Okay, David, it is. My full name is Elizabeth Maria Danielle Smith. My hubby calls me Lizzy, and my best, closest friend calls me Dani. Please call me whatever you are comfy with."

As we did a couple of line dances, then something that was close to a two-step as we could get, I found myself laughing and enjoying myself for the first time in a very, very long time. It became apparent to me that as I bought into and moved up in the consulting firm and as my husband Mark started his own design firm, we forgot how to enjoy life and put all our energy into work and surviving.

When the first slow dance came on, he asked if we could. I was all in. He placed his right hand on my back between my shoulders and the left hand on the belt line. He pulled me close, and I, in turn, put my arms up around his neck and rested my head on his chest shoulder area. Two things: this felt wonderful then, I smile now recounting it, and I felt a nice-sized bugle form in his pants as we danced. It was passionate and racy, so I cuddled in against it and encouraged its growth. He was impressive.

I think we must have been on the dance floor for over half an hour. We got back to the booth, and he ordered two fresh drinks. I passed on any alcohol and just had him order a Coke.

It was during this dance break that he finally told me what had happened.

"Dani, my wife shrugged off my bad news earlier today. I got the results from my doctors. I have an inoperable cancer. With treatment, I can live another five to eight years. Of course, he said the last year would be lousy, but that would get me to my sixties. I told my wife, and she looked up from her tablet long enough to go. Sorry, I hope the treatment goes well. Let me know with updates. Then she went back to her tablet."

I was fucking in shock. How could someone be so blasé about a death sentence from disease. I mean jesus christ it still pisses me off. We danced more, and in the middle of a slow dance, he asked, "Dani, would you be offended if I asked you to join me in a room down the road back toward town for a few hours? I mean, we both have to go back to our own reality at some point, right?"

He had pulled me closer to him when he asked this. His left hand was clearly on my ass now, and his other hand was holding me. I looked at him to answer, and he kissed me. A slow, passionate, gentle French-style kiss. His tongue barely pushed into my mouth. I softly moaned as this was so romantic, so passionate. I wanted more. Fuck, no, I craved more. I wanted more. I opened my mouth a little wider, and our tongues touched and did their things. My panties were soaked, my whole body shivered for a second. I broke this kiss and said yes, I would love that.

.He told me to stay there till he texted me the hotel name and room number. We exchanged numbers. Fifteen minutes later, the text came in. He said he had an executive suite on the fifth floor. He asked me to text when I got to the place, and he would leave the door slightly cracked so I could come in.

When I entered the room, he greeted me already naked. His cock was large, fully erect, and magnificent. I was in lust like there was no other man in the world at that moment. He pulled me into his body. This time, grabbing the front of my shirt to pull me into a kiss. The kiss was passionate and lust-fueled. As he aggressively kissed me. He unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulder. I did not have a bra on, so he was immediately given a full view of my tits. My nipples were very hard pokies and wanted attention. I reached down and started to stroke and feel his cock. Yes, I wanted this in me. Repeatedly.

I did not wait long. Before he even got to my jeans, I dropped to my knees and started sucking on his balls while I still stroked his cock. Full, long, slow strokes. He let me do this for a short time, then stopped me. He told me his first load needed to go in me as he made love to me. I deserved more than a fuck. He was good to his word on that.

After he pulled me to my feet while I was still playing with his cock and balls, he asked me to kick my shoes off. He then undid my belt and jeans and had me wiggle out of them. As my jeans slid down, he noticed I had cotton, pale blue thongs on. I swear he got harder than he already was. He asked me to keep those on. This is when we started acting like teenagers making out. There was kissing, groping, and feeling each other up. We moved, stumbled, and somehow ended up on the bed in a torrid kissing embrace. He slowly moved from groping my tits and suckling my nipples towards my pussy. He was rubbing my clit through the cotton thong. This was a new-old sensation. I was on the edge of my first climax from a man and not a toy in a long time. My hips were responding with thrusts toward his hand, and my body was trembling, I mean full-on trembling. This is a new sensation for me. I did not know what to do with my hands. I was biting my lower lip when we were not kissing. My breathing was rapid. I can remember this like it was yesterday. He moved down to eat my pussy through my soaked panties. I was moaning like there was no one there. I started babbling. I vaguely remember saying that's it; daddy lick me right there. I am gonna cum, I am gonna squirt I can't believe I am gonna squirt. And lord, did I cum and squirt and right into a massive orgasm. It was wonderful. I will admit to masturbating to this memory. David did not stop eating my pussy, even as it squirted all over. Once my orgasm subsided, he pushed my panties to the side and rammed his cock balls deep in one stroke. That was enough to send me over the edge again. He leaned down and kissed me with my cum and squirt all over his face and lips. I did not care. I wanted his kiss. I wanted to devour him.

He did not pound me like I thought he was going to. No, he took slow strokes in and out of me. I was still in the throes of aftershocks from back-to-back orgasms for the first time in my life. He was looking at me with lust, love, passion, and amusement as I was losing control. It did not take too long before he picked up his pace and started moaning, then he exploded inside me. I could feel rope after rope of his cum shooting into me. I was so hyper-sensitive that It was driving me into mini-climaxs.

After we came, he laid on top of me for a minute or two, kissing and kissing and cuddling. He finally rolled off me and was looking up at the ceiling. He finally spoke in almost a whisper. "Thank you, sweetheart, for the best love in my life ever. I do seriously mean ever. Too bad you still love your husband because I would steal you and your heart away."

I didn't want to dwell on that, so I told him, let's not think of that. We still needed to shower and get ready for another round. I mean, it was only 8:45. He looked at me with an amused smile. He said this was a new experience, a woman wanting more than once in a day. I told him he was even more than lucky as he gets my ass next, and it is clean as a whistle. He cringed and asked why I would even say that. I just replied I am horny as fuck and want more of him and his cock. This next round better be more feral and pound me out fucking.

Believe me when I say I was horny. It was so lustful that it was nasty. The next thing I did was get up on my knees, kneeling. I spread my hand under my pussy and used my left to hold my cunt lips wide open. All his cum started dripping out. There was a lot of it. Once most of it had drained into my palm, I pulled my hand away, cupping to keep all his cum there. I looked right into his beautiful blue eyes. I sucked, licked, and ate the cum out of my cupped hand. I licked my palm and my fingers. Then I thanked him for the most wonderful dessert. His expression was priceless. I asked if he wanted to kiss me now and laughed. I was shocked when he half dove, half fell over on me to kiss me and tell me I was incredible. The more he complimented me and the more he kissed and touched me, the more I wanted him. This was very dangerous, but I did not realize it at that time.

I grabbed my go bag and said I needed to do some hygiene stuff. To skip over most of this, but I did some anal prep, including some internal anal lubing. I checked to make sure I had some post-sex clean-up stuff, also. I was set. I asked if he wanted to shower with me. He was like a teenage boy getting to shower with a girl for the first time. It was cute and fun. And I had some of those little climaxs as he bathed me, washed my hair, and even used the detangle comb while in the shower. I was beginning to think he had a mistress, but then again, I also did not care. He randomly fingered my ass and my pussy while bathing me just intensified my needs.

Once back in the bed, he positioned me in a way I had never been for anal sex before. He had me partially on my side and on my belly. He pushed my top leg up to near my tits. He then straddled the lower leg and had me pull my ass cheek up. This opened my anal flower up, he said. He took the lube I had shown him I had, put a big squirt into my ass, and then coated his cock. He eased his cock into me with constant pressure and did not stop or stroke in and out. No, he just kept the pressure till he was balls deep. I had one of those moments of exquisite pain that led to climaxes. That's exactly what I was muffling in the pillow. The body was being subjected to cascading climaxes of various sizes. One right after the other. He pounded my ass good. I have no clue how long and how many times he changed my position. I know when he let out a grunt and said he was cumming I was on my back, and he was holding my ankles by my ears. All I could do was spasm and tremble and shake as I was going into more climaxes. It was so fucking amazing. He held me by the ankles by the ears for what felt like minutes. He then released my ankles as he slowly pulled out of my now-gapping asshole. I heard my mouth say one thing while my brain screamed no. There I was, begging David to let me lick and clean his cock. He was like babe, sweetheart, it was just in your ass. I was like I don't care, it has us on it. He just froze, staring at me with a weird grin. I dove on his cock and started licking and sucking before he could recover. My brain was screaming yuck. My lust was screaming yes, this is awesome and so good.

Once I had him cleaned up, I ran to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and gargled. I came back and found him in the outer room on the couch with the TV on. He said he had ordered room service. I got one on his lap. I put my arms around him and start kissing him all over. I just could not get enough of him.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock on the door to the room. I told David to go to the bedroom part. To turn off the light and peek through the cracked door. Once he was in place, I eased the door open and Told the delivery man to come in. He was a twenty-something college guy. A very handsome one, I might add. The young man stared with his mouth open and barely stuttered out he had a pizza for David.

I explained that David was getting ready for a shower because we had, well, you know. He told me it was 18 bucks. I dug a twenty out of my jeans, laying on the floor. I told him I only had two bucks for a tip, but I could tip him another way. He barely was able to say okay. I dropped to my knees and dug his now hard dick out of his pants. I proceeded to give him a blow job I am sure he will never forget. Once he filled my mouth, I held my mouth open for him to see his cum in my mouth. He stared at me wide-eyed. I then swallowed it, opened my mouth, and went see all gone, sweetie. Thank you for letting me tip you. I asked him if there was anything else. He shyly mumbled titties. I was like, sure, you can play with them for a couple of minutes. He squeezed and licked and sucked. I finally had to say that is a big enough tip. He walked out of the room with a spring in his step.

As soon as the door closed and locked, David came out. He grabbed me by my hair and pulled me back into the bedroom. He pushed me onto the bed. Then he flipped me over onto my back. I knew what was coming. He dragged me over to the edge of the bed, so my head hung over the edge. I opened my mouth and waited for the face and throat fuck I knew was about to happen. My body was shivering with excitement. I had only done this one other time, and it actually happened at our Fourth of July party this past year.

David wasted no time. He started thrusting into my mouth when I opened my mouth. With each stroke, he went deeper on each stroke. He penetrated the throat for the first time on his fifth stroke. It was on the tenth stroke his balls were hitting my forehead on every stroke. I was in heaven. I was realizing how nasty and slutty this made me feel. As this went on, he was grabbing my head to hold it in a perfect position to turn my mouth and throat into another cunt. He would slide all the way, balls deep, and hold it there until he saw me struggle for air, then let me breathe. It was sudden that he swelled larger than I was prepared for. When he pulled out last time, I gasped. Don't put it all in my stomach. I want some in my mouth, he just nodded. Three strokes later, he was pumping his third load of the night into my stomach. At the last possible second, he pulled out to just his head in my mouth and shot like three ropes in my mouth.