"Sis, calm down! It was all in fun and I meant no harm. I didn't think you'd mind and I forgot to wipe the history. I'm really sorry." Jen replied, but now becoming upset herself. "If you weren't such a fucking prude, you might enjoy watching them too, and take advantage of that hunk of a husband you have. Do you even realize how many women would love to have Donald, both in and out of bed? You treat him like shit, and I'll bet you don't even enjoy what he has to offer, that, by the way, I've seen when I accidentally walked in on him drying off after a shower...He didn't see me, but I saw him. Do you know how nice of a package that man has? No, you don't, because again, you're a fucking prude!"
"Wha...What did you call me?" Melinda replied. No one talked to her that way.
"You heard me, you're a fucking prude! If you'd watch some of those videos and have a little fun, while you're still young, you might find that you enjoy the company of a well endowed man. Now, you don't have to worry about me watching porn at your house, because frankly, I'm done coming to visit only to watch you tear your husband down in front of me and being the most boring fucking person I've ever known. Fuck you, Sis!" The phone went dead.
That day, Melinda did some self reflection. Was she a prude? Maybe she needed to let her hair down once in a while. Deep in thought, her office phone rang, it was Donald. His office had called, telling him they needed him in Berlin for two weeks and he was to leave tomorrow.
"I suppose you want me to come with you?" Melinda said, in a terse tone. Donald always asked her to come with him for some reason, and she always declined his invitation, even though she could work remotely if needed.
"No. I don't want you to come with me." Donald replied, in a tone she'd never heard before.
"Oh, well, um, okay." Melinda said, taken aback by the coldness in his tone. "Well, I'll be a bit late tonight, some things I need to catch up on."
"Okay." Was the short response.
"I'll talk to you later then, honey." She said, trying a nicer tone, but the line was already dead.
When Melinda got home that night, a note was on the kitchen counter. "I'm all packed and sleeping in a guest room so I don't wake you in the morning for my early flight...Donald." He left the next morning without saying a word or even looking in on her.
The time difference was eight hours, which made it tricky to communicate. Over the next few days, Melinda tried to reach out to Donald, but the responses were either 'I'm busy' or nothing at all. The weekend came and Melinda decided to stay home, a sense of loneliness coming over her. Saturday, she decided to lay out by the pool with a drink, that turned into four drinks. Laying in her lounge chair, she thought about what her Sister had said, about Donald being a hunk. Melinda never really thought about that, and maybe that was her problem. Was Donald a hunk? She brought up vacation images on her phone and began scrolling through past vacations in Europe, Asia, and at the beach, it was on the pictures of them at the beach that she saw her husband in a new light. He WAS a hunk. Damn, he had abs, he had broad shoulders. It was in one of the beach pictures that, looking behind them, Melinda noticed two women checking Donald out...It was obvious. But why was she like this? Was it her strict, upper class, Northeastern upbringing by two dry, prim and proper parents? Why was her sister, only two years younger than her, so different?
Melinda finally realized that her sister, Jen, had gone to public schools, even public college, and had been exposed to a more social environment. Jen married an engineer in the energy industry, who was, well, a bit 'common' in his demeanor. Melinda never understood that relationship until she saw vacation pictures of Jen and her husband Jim, that showed just how good looking Jim really was. In their vacation pictures, Jim always had his arm around Jen or hers around him. In Melinda and Donald's vacation pictures, they might be holding hands, but that was it. No arms around anyone. Then she flashed back to those pictures and remembered hearing herself tell her husband "I don't want your arm around me, let's just take the picture." Oh my God, she thought, I AM a prude! Melinda drifted off to sleep, waking up a few hours later with a light burn on her skin from sleeping in the Sun for so long. Still a bit light headed from the drinks, she went to the bathroom to put on some Aloe cream. She stripped out of her bikini, found the Aloe, and began gently rubbing it into her skin. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that she was very attractive, with well defined hips, a pert bottom, and full, 35C breasts. She had never really paid attention to her body, and never imagined anyone else paying attention to it.
As she applied the lotion to her burned breasts, she kept brushing her nipples inadvertently, making them stand up, and sending a small shock down to her vagina. She'd never really played with herself before, due to her upbringing and the fact that to her, it wasn't feminine or 'womanly'. But the feeling she felt at this time, was something new, and, she liked it. She finished applying the cream and put on a light jumper with no bra and a light, cotton pair of panties under it. It was time to eat, so she had a light salad, along with two glasses of wine. She liked how she was feeling, but still searched for direction on how she might change her attitude towards her, now, knowingly hot husband, and how she might even begin to 'spice' things up. She was going to make an effort to be a different wife when Donald returned in just over a week.
As she sat back out on the patio in the dark, trying to think about things, she was at a loss as to where or how to even begin to be a more loving partner. Then, she remembered the videos. She retrieved her laptop, bringing it back out to the patio, opening it up and going to the browser history. The links were somewhat cryptic, so she clicked on the first one, bringing up a video on handjobs. It was a compilation video, showing short scenes of women jacking off men, ending in an orgasm. She watched, somewhat taken aback and even grossed out as the men's fluid as she thought of it, would shoot out of their penis and either fall to the floor, or coat the woman's hand. Some ejaculated onto stomach's or breasts, with a few onto the woman's face, which made Melinda give a sour face. She saw the navigation on the website the video was playing on and expanded it, providing her with a long list of categories that overloaded her current, limited, perception of sex. She never knew there was so many versions of sex, and always thought that her husband mounting her once a month was it.
Then she realized that her Sister watched this stuff and wondered if Jim watched it with her? Another category caught her eye, MMF, which she clicked on and was greeted with many videos showing two or more men on a single woman. Gross, she thought, then began watching one which had a bit of a plot to it, showing a woman coming home to find repairmen in her home and seducing them into having their way with her. While her mind was saying 'this is gross', her vagina was saying something else, and placing her hand over her jumper, she felt a shiver go through her body when she rubbed herself. She, continued watching another video, then another, then her hand moved beneath her clothes and she began rubbing her vagina, finding her clit. One minute later, Melinda shook in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, scaring her for a moment due to it's intensity. Totally exhausted, she closed her laptop and went to bed, sleeping for ten hours straight.
The next day, Sunday, Melinda woke very refreshed, and decided to relive the day before, having a light breakfast, then laying out by the pool, being mindful of her still sensitive sunburned skin. She laid on a float, drifting around the pool and day dreaming about what she watched the night before. She began to understand how much she had let her husband down over the past number of years, but thought that at forty, they were still young enough to try and make things a bit more exciting in the bedroom. Thinking of the videos, she began to formulate what she might begin with when Donald came home, would she masturbate him, like she saw in those 'handjob' videos? Where might she allow him to ejaculate, she thought? She wasn't sure she could handle his sperm all over her, or even on her hand, but would she try? What about the MMF videos? NO, she was certain she could never do that. She felt that feeling in her groin again, and she slid off the float to refresh her drink, her groin moved right in front of a waterjet in the pool. Oh, that felt good, she thought, and looking around to make sure no one could see her (no one could see into their yard, but she didn't take the chance), she moved in front of the jet, allowing it to gently massage her clit. She moved closer, until the jet was right on her, bringing her to another powerful orgasm, making her realize the pleasure she'd been missing all these years.
After showering that afternoon, she decided to break out the laptop and peruse other categories. She found a 'masturbation' category, which brought up videos of both men and women, pleasing themselves. Having just really found that pleasure herself, she was curious about the men and how they went about it, knowing the technical aspects of it, but never really seeing a man perform on himself. She wouldn't let Donald play with his penis in front of her. She found that she liked the compilations, which were sometimes labelled 'cumpilation' for some reason. She found a video with about twenty scenes and began watching, leaving the sound on. Melinda found that watching men masturbate turned her on, especially when they would play with their testicles and then announce "I'm coming". Then it hit her, the term 'cumpilation' came from them saying 'coming', only they meant 'cumming'.
Some of the penis's were very large, and she became fixated on how the men's hand moved up and down the shaft, usually with the help of a lubricant of some sort. As she continued to watch, she was amazed at the amount of sperm the men could produce, and her groin began to ache. She also watched some that had women, talking to the man as he masturbated and saw them labelled as 'JOI', meaning 'jerk off instructions' she later found out. She liked those video's and began talking like the women did when she watched a video without a JOI coach. "That's it, baby, jack that cock." Melinda said to a few videos as the men masturbated, using words she'd never spoken before. "Show me that load!" As the men ejaculated, becoming familiar with the terminology. She abstained from touching herself, not ready for an orgasm just yet.
After the masturbation category, Melinda found the 'blowjob' category and was greeted with penises in women's mouth's. She found another compilation video and played it. Again, she was taken aback at first, wondering how a woman could put such a disgusting thing in their mouth. She also noticed a number of women letting the men ejaculate into their mouths, and almost gagged at that scene, but the erotic nature of how the women were pleasing their man, and the pleasure the women seemed to get out of it, along with the pure nastiness of the act began to set her on fire.
