The thunder’s sharp peal woke her from her fitful sleep. For a short while she lay in bed watching the interplay of light and shadow created by the intermittent flash of lightning through the frame of the bedroom window. If the children were home, instead of visiting with their grandparents, they would probably be in her room seeking parental comfort from young fears created by the wild weather. Of course, if the children were home she would be sleeping in her heavy, flannel, “mommy” nightgown instead of nude in a concession to the sultry Texas night.
That the children were gone was not the cause of her restlessness. Her husband, a senior lineman with the local power company, was out with the rest of them in the ongoing struggle between the forces of nature and human convenience, working to restore electrical service to those who had lost it to the storm’s wrath.
They had been high school sweethearts and had married shortly after graduation when he had been hired on to the same job he held now. That was twelve years ago. While still very much in love, both of them were aware that their sex life was becoming stale. Long discussions, some in the heat of sexual passion, others in the contemplation of morning coffee, had led them to the local adult video shop in search of ideas to refresh the marital bed. Tonight was to have been movie night, the feature film involving sex between two men and one woman. Surprisingly, they had both found this particular sexual theme to be very arousing. Sometimes after the post movie sex – always very dirty, always very good - they would discuss what had aroused their passions. Hers were easy to explain. What woman would not enjoy attention focused on her by two attractive and well-endowed lovers? Her husband’s reason was more complex. From his lengthy explanation she had gathered that his arousal was a combined validation of his choice in a sexual partner and his desire to make her happy.
Of course, none of that mattered tonight. The freak thunderstorm had rolled in early last night. By 4 a.m., every line crew in the company was busy disentangling tree branches from electric lines, repairing blown transformers, and restoring service to the customers. The crews would continue to work until the storm blew over. Then they would be released, one crew at a time in order of seniority, to drag their tired bodies home in search of rest, and sometimes other more enjoyable diversions.
She wished she could get her mind away from thoughts of movie night. Unable to do so, she slipped from under the sheet covering her body, put on her sheer “movie night” robe, and left the confines of the bedroom for the living room with its wide screen television set, DVD player, and comfortable couch. In the living room she powered up the television and the DVD player, slipping the rented disk from its case to the waiting DVD tray. She pressed the play switch. The movie began.
Of its own volition one of her hands crept to her breast the fingers gently caressing the hard swelling of her nipple through the thin, translucent cloth of her gown. The woman in the movie looked very much like her - same hair, same eyes, same tits, same ass, same carefully tended sex. As it played, each scene in the movie became more daring and erotic. Her hand slid downwards towards the wet heat radiating from her pussy. She fingered the rubbery hardness of her clit. The forefinger of her other hand probed the folds of her lips, sliding in and out, collecting her juices for what was to come.
Two men were onscreen with the woman, their hard, jutting erections contrasting with her smooth softness. One of the men was lying on the couch. His cock, wet with her spit, pointed straight up at the woman. With her back to the man, she placed her tight pink asshole against his cock head and slid slowly downwards, impaling herself on his fuck rod.
As she watched the woman on the screen her finger plunged deeply into her own hungry ass until it was completely buried. A soft moan escaped her lips as her finger fucked in and out of her ass in perfect time with the couple fucking on screen.
The second man approached the woman. Slowing, but never stopping the movement of her hips, the woman onscreen drew him to her, her hand guiding his hardness into her liquid twat. Slowly, then with increasing urgency, he began sliding his cock in and out of her hungry pussy. The man fucking the woman’s ass matched his tempo to that of the man filling her cunt.
Her breath came in shorter and shorter gasps. Her mind reached out and became as one with the woman on the screen. The moans wrenched from her soul by the simultaneous ecstasy of her finger in her asshole and the rubbing of her clit were inseparable from the sounds coming from the television speakers. She arched her back and shuddered, a living duplicate of the woman in the movie.
She paused the movie, the magically frozen cum-spattered face and body on the screen identical to her own. Her muscles relaxed, spent from their sensual efforts. Her mind slowly drifted off into the sleep of the temporarily, but incompletely, satisfied.
