Better than porn

It was a really good party. The house was huge, it seemed like something else was happening in every room, with no end of rooms. Anyway, that’s the way it seemed to me when I escaped the last dance marathon and flopped onto a couch in a darkened room with only a TV, not even a very big one, for a focal point. So it was with a start that I realized after a couple minutes that I was watching some pretty rough porn.

I glanced around with a certain amount of panic, wondering if anyone there might think I was there for that reason. There were in fact only three others, a couple and a guy, and even then the couple got up to leave. Somewhat relieved, I sat quietly for a few more moments, even paying some attention to the screen. After all, I’m not a prude by any means, and the girl getting pounded was a real knockout even if her stud tended to be border-line soft, like he’d been already fucked- out before this scene.

“She’s a bit wasted on that jerk, isn’t she?” The question jerked me back to attention. The realization that I was watching porn with a strange man, my husband was who knows where, and I had no good escape route brought me back to panic mode. “I mean, don’t you think a girl like that should at least make his cock stand straight up? “ I was forced to consider the on-screen situation. “Would you put up with someone fucking you with that marshmallow?”

I absurdity of the question suddenly hit me, and I could only blurt out a giggly “No”.
“Good for you,” the guy grinned, “I promise you when we fuck I’ll be as hard as a rock.” He smiled at me and turned his attention back to the screen.

I was totally flabbergasted. To stunned to do anything but stare mutely at the screen even as the heroine took a face full of cum. This strange man who I hadn’t even taken time to look at properly was telling me we were going to fuck? This wasn’t one of those parties, was it? Come to think of it, what was this video doing on?

I forced myself to speak, if only in a squeak, “We’re not going to fuck…….are we?” I kicked myself hard for that one, but it just sneaked out. I mean, was I asking the guy if he was going to fuck me? I just had no experience to handle bizarre things like this. Even in college, I was the girl who studied in her room when I knew half the other students in the wing were fucking each other. Now I could only squirm under his smiling gaze.

He finally took pity, sort of. “I should say that I based my assumption on the basis, and this is true, that I have never watched porn alone in a darkened room with a pretty lady and not fucked her. I will continue to hold the hope that you will not be the first to get away.” He laughed a rather nice open laugh, “Especially since I don’t think it has ever happened with a more appealing girl.”

I still couldn’t do more that sit in stunned silence staring at the screen as a lady choked trying to make a deep throat look sexy. How did I get myself in this? Was I even in anything? The guy wasn’t threatening, not even bad to look at even, maybe a bit older than me, but not old. Why did I even care who or what he was?

He broke into my mind again. “ I would never ask you to do that. I don’t even like oral that much, except maybe to just get to know you. Tell the truth, I would rather eat you. Would you rather suck me or have me eat you?” I stared mutely, there was no reply my scrambled brain could come up with. I wondered desperately where my husband was, wondered what he would do if he saw the situation.

The guy went on, “The other thing, I want to feel your skin on me. Porn has no contact. When we fuck, your tits are going to grind into me, and look at that, what good is a face full of cum. You’d rather have a pussy full, wouldn’t you? You’d rather feel me go through the roof inside your cunt even while you cummng yourself?”

I looked the actress licking cum off her chin and trying to look like she relished it., and without thinking nodded, then kicked myself again. How could I agree with that? I didn’t want him to cum on my face or in my pussy. I had a man for that. Where was he, anyway? I suddenly had to collapse into nervous giggling, like a silly schoolgirl. I was so out of my depth. “This is so silly. Do you really get girls like this, just by asking them to fuck?”

I looked at him for the first time fully, and I had to like what I saw, the situation aside. He was a guy who might have had a chance in my single days. Nothing about him to drive a girl off at all

He smiled at me calmly, “No, actually. In fact, I guess I’ve never found myself alone with a pretty young lady watching raw porn and the scene was so strange it called for a strange action.” He paused and studied my face as I studied his. I was aware he was also clicking glances at my cleavage as he went on, “And when you think about it, mostly, when two nice people are watching people fuck, what are the odds they have something similar in mind?

Pretty good, I’d say. Aside from not knowing each other and both being married, it was a rather amusing idea, wasn’t it?”
I relaxed as he talked. So I wasn’t on the hook. I’d handled clumsier come-ons before, if not as bizarre. It was almost a disappointment when the screen went blank and asked to have a new disk inserted. I might even have done it if I knew where to find one. He stood up and stretched lazily.

“Well, I guess I lost my one chance at your body, didn’t I? Do you think we might have another chance soon?”
I could only smile in my relief, “I have my doubts.”

The man gave me a big smile back. “I can live with a doubt. Doubt means it could happen. Its certainty I don’t want to hear. It means if we meet again I can have hope. Maybe even a reason to make sure we meet again.” There was just a hint of leer in his manner as he said this, but I was sure of my ground now, actually reached out to touch his arm.

“Go ahead and hope, sailor, but I don’t fancy your chances.” We laughed, and suddenly I was alone, and then not alone as my errant husband suddenly found me. “And where have you been, my protector? I could have used a bit of help just now. Do you know what its like being a devastatingly beautiful woman alone is a shark tank like this? I was practically raped.”

My man cuddled me., “I know all about it, sweets. I could hear you talking, and I was having fun listening to you getting out of it. Did you think you were in carnal danger? Mind you, I was kind of hoping he might get a bit further than he did.”

“A bit further? He was asking to fuck me. A bit further is a long way, you know. And we weren’t even properly introduced. “ The banter ended quickly as other partiers joined us, wanting us to go with them to an after-hours club that someone knew about, but it was late enough for us, and we had plans for the morning. An hour later we were in our own bed, an amusing little chapter finished, so I thought.

***

The chapter was reopened only a few weeks later when Roy, my husband, brought home his supervisor to go over an idea that Roy had brought up in a meeting and Rob had thought had some merit. It could mean good things for Roy’s future advancement, so he was quite chuffed as he made the introductions. I was a sort of puzzled by Rob. I thought I might have met him before, but I couldn’t place when or where.

Anyway, the boys got on fine, and It became clear that Rob was as interested in Roy and his background as much as he was in his idea. After all, any new strategy is best put forward by its inventor, so I guess it was a job interview as much as a work session. At any rate, the guys were old buddies by the time they put work to rest and had a drink.

By this time I was relaxed enough to ask Rob where I might know him from. I was sure we had met before, and nothing to do with Roy’s work. I think we both realized the truth at the same time, because our eyes locked and his mouth dropped open before he started to laugh.

“It is you, isn’t it?” I had to admit that it was in fact me. Roy was a bit slower making the connection, but he was quick, for all that.
“That was you two at the party, watching porn and talking about how you would do it?” He was laughing though, thank goodness.

“I was not. Rob was talking about how he would do it. I never said anything about me being part of it.” I was beet red, or at least felt like it, but I wasn’t scared. I had Roy to keep me safe. I was even kind to tingly thinking what might happen now, secure in the knowledge that nothing was going to. Isn’t it neat where your fantasies can take you when you know they are only after all fantasies.

Ray put his arms around me from behind, “So what do you say, sweets? You two actually meet again. Do you still say his chances are pretty thin?”
Rob quickly cut in, “I’ve always said I can live with slim chances. It s not a chance I don’t care for. So go ahead and tell me my chances are slim, girl. And I’ll go on living in hope. I have to admit the situation would probably be a bit awkward for anybody but me.”

I was still crimson, and wished I could turn it off. I knew Roy could feel the heat off my body and knew a blush does not convey a negative message. It didn’t help that I could feel a bit of a bulge in Roy’s crotch, either.
“Have you known all evening who I was?” My voice must have shown have nervous I was getting. Pity it’s so hard to tell the difference between nervous and excited.
“No, although I knew you were sort of familiar. I might have clued in without your shirt. You had a bit lower neckline then. Hope you don’t mind me noticing that, but that dress does make quite a show with your body.”

Roy felt me squirm under the compliment, and I felt the neck of my tee being stretched to show the cleavage Rob was talking about.
“Yes, now I recognize you. You know, skin like that should be hidden as little as possible.” Rob’s finger found my neckline and vee’d it down to where my bra snapped together. I could only gaze mutely as he filled his eyes.
“You know what I think, sweetums? I think Rob’s chances are actually quite good.”

“Are they?” Rob’s eyes were wide and eager.
“Are they?” I parroted without thinking, “I mean, you wouldn’t let us fuck, would you? Once you’re married, you don’t fuck anyone else, do you?” My eyes were locked with Rob’s, and I scarcely noticed my tee being lifted by Roy, until he dropped his eyes to take in my naked girls.

“I think its okay as long as I watch. And I think Rob was right about porn being phoney. I think there should be all kinds of skin touching.” I couldn’t resist as his arms pushed my elbow up and let my tee and bra slip over my head. I also couldn’t help returning Rob’s smile as Roy fondled my nipples and sent the familiar tingles down to my crotch. “And another thing, pet.” Roy whispered, “I think you should ask Rob to fuck you and do all the things he promised he would. Wouldn’t that be fun?”

A sudden thought hit me, “You said at the party you were married too. Doesn’t that make a difference? Would this be okay with your wife?” An extra intense tickle cut me off

Rob saw me twitch under the tickle and laughed, “You know, I always thought it would be me watching another man fucking Ruth, not him watching me fuck you. But this is so good. Now, besides finding the guy who is going to fuck her, I have a nice lady who is going to help her see it’s a good thing to do. And it is a good thing, isn’t it? Won’t it be fun, watching Royboy slide his boner into Ruth?”

It was not possible to do anything but nod as the possibilities of this brave new world settled in. Sharing a smile with a man who was watching your husband fondle your breasts makes a girl feel good about a situation. “So Rob, would you like to fuck me now?” I heard the words as much as said them. I still don’t know how I managed to get them out, except to admit they were in there, just waiting to be said. Don’t tell me there aren’t millions of girls out there with those same words waiting and never getting the chance to say them.

And Rob was right about it being better than porn. It was so neat sliding down the zipper on my jeans and slipping out of them while two men watched, then doing my best slutty pose on the couch as I watched Rob peel for me. Just the show he made of it made me know I was in for a fun romp. I was already thinking ahead to how I was going to assist the conquest of Ruth, and I was happy to see Roy also stripping. Rob was just as hard as he had promised back at the party, but I still made him take time to shed his socks. It always bothered me on porn to see perfectly good fucks ruined by socks.

Get naked, OK? Then it was too late for anything but raw lust as he invaded my mouth with his tongue and I squeezed his cock between my thighs. I was so happy to feel Roy also touching me. It wouldn’t have been right to have him only as a spectator. If I was a lucky girl, Ruth was going to be doubly so.

It was Roy’s tongue in my mouth when Rob found my clit with his and my world became incoherent. I’m not that sure I have everything that happened in the next half hour or so firmly fixed and in the right order. I know Rob’s tongue was magic, and he produced huge amounts of precum so that when he rubbed his boner on my tummy and hugged me our tummies slipped in a very funny and sensuous way.

When the moment came, I wanted it missionary, and I was so grateful to Roy for draping my leg over his shoulder and being part of it. I didn’t mind that this gave him a front row view of the union. I hoped Rob would be that attentive when Roy fucked Ruth.

I think I might still have chickened out if Roy wasn’t there. Every moment I would have flashes of lucidity, thinking how odd it was that I had opened my legs to someone I had just met, and had no intention of having sex with just a half hour before. Then I would be lost again in the passions and just plain fun of it all. All the same, when suddenly I was penetrated, knew I was not about to be fucked, but was being fucked, I almost begged for time out. Then I was in the middle of a huge orgasm, and all such thoughts were lost.

Roy was so in tune with what I was going through. AS Rob had said, skin on skin is far sexier than a camera angle. When I had his whole cock in me, our tongues in each others mouths, as close as its possible for two people to get, Roy draped my leg over Rob’s back, and then there was just the two of us, fucking the way ti should be done, better than is possible in porn. A new cock stroking my most inner bits, knowing he was loving it, but still wondering what differences he might be feeling, and how I could make it even better.

I must have done pretty well, by the way he exploded. I had exploded myself a few times by then but still found myself building once more with the thought of this new man having a huge orgasm in my pussy. I was just so pleased with myself. I was still twitching minutes after Rob had exhausted his full load, and there was some regret feeling his boner become less so, but there was no time to sulk.

Rob was happy to lift off and be replaced by Roy, slipping between my thighs and rubbing a new hard-on over my obscenely slippery mound and plunging it into the cunt still full of Rob’s cum. We all three laughed at the sound effects of high tide in Carrie’s pussy as Roy let his excitement have it’s way ..It was probably the shortest fuck the two of us ever had, as he was close before he even felt me, but it was enough that the hill I had been climbing again with Rob was topped, and I came again in concert with Roy.

I was well spent, and very happy to feel Rob lift my bum enough to put a towel under me, because now I was running rather than dripping., and I really didn’t feel like moving right then.. Rob wriggled my head into his lap, and Roy slipped under my knees, and I just lay there like a wanton, letting my team caress my body with their eyes. This is what a girl was made for.

Not a third one, though. Two guys are enough. Well, maybe in a few minutes. These thoughts drew a giggle. The giggle drew a pat which grew into something a bit more sensual, and I knew there would be more coming, and was happy that men needed a bit of recovery time. Now I could just lay here soaking up the attention, wondering how we might get Ruth in the same space, knowing that a girl that Rob loved deserved our best efforts to get her here.