Someone once told Jim that a person could get addicted to pornography, and that starting small with "erotic materials" would surely lead to a need for more and more hardcore material until the person could no longer be satisfied by straight, simple sex with his or her partner. It was like marijuana, the "gateway" drug, they said, once you started with that, you couldn't get enough and sooner rather than later you were lighting the crack pipe.
Jim didn't believe everything he had heard in his 33 years, but he did find it harder and harder to keep the spark going with his wife of 13 years, Lori. Jim kept fit by jogging 15 miles a week and Lori swam laps in their in-ground pool every evening to keep her taut shape, but that seemed to be about all of the exercise either of them were getting. Jim was 5'11" and on the lean side, with dark brown hair and blue eyes. The one part of him that Lori prized was his ass, which was the same part of Lori's anatomy that Jim had always favored. Lori was blonde, 5'9" and slender, with firm, round breasts and a pert ass. Neither of them needed to lose any pounds, which was a good thing, because they certainly would not have been shedding the weight in the bedroom. Although they still cared for each other, they only found time to make love every other week or so. And they had openly discussed how the intense passion that spurred their lovemaking in the past had disappeared many years ago. Jim certainly had no problems becoming aroused, but it seemed like it was more difficult with each passing year to keep Lori interested in sex.
After the heat of their encounters during the early years of their marriage had subsided, Jim had come home early one night from work to hear moaning coming from the bedroom. Prepared to fight this unknown rival, he kicked the door in only to find his wife watching a pornographic movie! Jim and Lori began occasionally incorporating the movies into their lovemaking, either as an appetizer or as a side dish to the main course. It always turned Jim on when he was plunging deep inside his wife's pussy from behind as she kept her eyes on the screen, watching the various well built, hung studs fucking away in front of her. Then Lori's fascination turned to vibrators, and sex toys. These kept things interesting for a while but after several years of this her sexual attention span and libido were once again decreasing. Deep down Jim knew that he would do whatever it took to pleasure his wife, even pushing the envelope further down the "hardcore" road into uncharted erotic waters.
When he married Lori, he was 20 and she was 19. Although he had made love to several women prior to the marriage, Lori was a virgin. She certainly was a curious virgin, and she craved his cock those first few years. Even though she had remained faithful to him throughout their marriage, her sexual hunger was satisfied only by increasingly erotic sexual materials and acts, and Jim did not know where it would stop. He thought that by bringing another man into their lives he could help satisfy her sexual curiosity a bit more. At least if he did it according to his terms, he would not lose her (possibly forever) to an affair.
One summer day, after Jim had finished at work, he called an old friend from college, Ben. Ben was a loner for the most part, but became Jim's friend due to their common love of motorcycles. They had shared many things in the past, including girlfriends, and Jim knew he could trust Ben to take this only as far as Jim wanted it to go. Plus, Ben was not a part of their lives and would not become an unwanted distraction. Jim relayed his thoughts to Ben, who laughed and readily agreed. Ben was still not married, and still apparently got around on his Harley as well as with the ladies.
Jim met Ben for a beer after work and they discussed the idea, which was to be a surprise for Lori the following Friday. Although Jim had not seen Ben in several years, Ben still was Ben: a harley t-shirt, long brown hair, mustache and beard, and hard, rugged good looks. Jim gave Ben a key to the house and told him to let himself in that Friday at 11 p.m. and to proceed upstairs to their bedroom.
Jim could not hide his erection when he returned home, as thoughts of his wife fucking another man filled his head. Lori smirked when she saw his cock making a pup tent out of his Dockers and asked what was up. Jim didn't reveal his plan, and Lori made it clear she was not interested in any lovemaking that evening, as she was tired from a long day at work.
At work that Friday Jim was not able to get anything done. He could not take his thoughts away from images of Lori, moaning in ecstasy as Ben drove his shaft into her again and again. After each imaginary encounter, Ben would leave and Lori would snuggle up next to Jim, completely satisfied, and tell him how much she loved him and appreciated him.
When Jim returned home at 6 pm, he opened the front door and went into the kitchen to get a beer. He heard voices and was disappointed to see his sister-in-law Lisa and her husband Rick. Rick was an incredibly wealthy investment banker from the East Coast, and Lisa was his prize wife. Rick was good looking in a 1980's tennis pro kind of way. Lisa was hot and she knew it, tall with long brown hair and long legs; she kept herself very fit, and her ass was complimented this evening by the short white shorts she was wearing, accentuated by the way she was bent over the kitchen counter, holding her beer.
"Hi guys, what's up?" Jim said, unable to hide his disappointment. Normally, he would not have been disappointed to see Lisa (even though she never expressed any interest in seeing him), but when your wife is to be fucked by another man in a few hours, you tend to want to move company toward the front door.
"Rick is taking a job out this way, can you believe it?" Lori said excitedly. "They are looking for a house and are going to stay here for a few days." Jim felt a wave of nausea and panic sweep over him, accompanied by some disgust: if Rick could buy sportscars and caviar dreams then why the hell couldn't he rent a hotel room and leave them alone!
"That's great hon – I gotta make a call." Jim moved quickly outside the house and tried to reach Ben on the cell phone. No luck – Ben had left his job, was not home and did not have a cell phone of his own. He left a message on Ben's machine and told him the evening was off and that he would get back to him.
