Bounce.
Bounce.
Bounce.
They were mesmerizing. Round, a little firm, the perfect size. James loved watching them as she moved on top of him.
Rebecca's chest wasn't the only thing he loved watching. He loved every view. Her favorite position was being taken from behind, which afforded James the wonderful ability to admire her round, even firmer ass, even to spank it a bit and pull it back onto his cock at just the right speed.
But right now, it was his chest that had his attention, as she was riding him. He reached up and took one in each hand, squeezing and catching a nipple between his fingers, causing her to gasp and plunge down on him even harder. James moved his hands to her hips and pulled them down so she would grind on him, which rapidly increased her volume. Within seconds, Rebecca's pussy was squeezing his cock as she came for him, gasping for breath.
As they cuddled afterwards, James remarked at how lucky he was. This sexy vixen had stuck with him for six years now, and the last three months of their marriage had been wonderful. Rebecca was fantastic, and wonderful in bed. Her body fit well against him, his cock fit perfectly in her pussy, the perfect size to hit the spot she loved so much. She was happy, and he was happy to have her.
* * *
Rebecca and James had known each other since they started high school, and had gotten together six years ago, including three months of marriage so far. Their sex life had started off fiery; Rebecca had experience in college while James was a virgin, but she rapidly caught him up and soon he was surprising her with his, ahem, prowess. They had explored each others' bodies well, with James knowing quite a bit about how his cock fit in various parts of Rebecca's body, and Rebecca knowing the right ways to move, touch, lick, suck, and tease to get him going in heartbeats.
At one point, they were having sex nearly every day, with multiple bouts of activity throughout the day being common. He would wake her up with a finger slipping between her wet folds, then later she would flip her skirt up at him to reveal her lack of underwear and he would rapidly find himself with her pussy on his lips. Nighttime sex was almost expected, though rarely routine.
Now, though, while their relationship had grown, their sex life had tailed off. For some reason, they now had sex about once a week, occasionally more. It was still as incredible as ever, but James missed the days of being woken up with a blowjob or finding her lying naked on the bed in the middle of the day. He had turned to his mentally exploring his fantasies to satisfy his libido, and found himself wishing she would join him.
But, alas, the days went by, and their sex life didn't come back. He didn't love her any less, and she seemed happy, so James never pressed the issue, and he enjoyed the times when he did get to watch her bounce.
* * *
One Sunday, Rebecca went out to have a drink with a friend of hers. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence, and Tasha and James got along well, so James was happy to let her go out and blow off some steam.
Plus, it gave him a chance for some relief.
Soon after she left for the afternoon, James found himself pulling up some of his favorite sites. On one monitor, he found a video of a busty brunette (roughly Rebecca's body type; it excited James even more) getting double penetrated "for the first time," and on the other he pulled up an erotic fiction site and rapidly found himself browsing the MasterPC stories. With the sounds of the pornstar's reaction to having her various holes stretched hardening his cock, James began to fantasize about having a copy of the cult-infamous program. The protagonist of the story rapidly grew a harem around himself, and by the end of story and video, James was spurting along with everyone else on the screens in front of him.
Before he closed the tab, James noticed the note by the author at the end, which he normally skipped. There was a link to follow, and, thinking it was to the author's other work (he *had* enjoyed the story, after all), he clicked through.
Instead of the author's portfolio, though, his browser started downloading a compressed file. It finished within about a minute. James smirked; surely, this was just part of the fantasy of the story, maybe a bonus scene or something.
He opened the file, and was surprised to find master.exe looking back at him. Surely it wasn't possible?