How does anything begin really? If anyone had told me when I cracked the window in our spare bedroom that it would lead and my wife Jane down the path of sexual depravity I would have not believed them. But it did. I was moving a dresser when it tipped and a paperweight slid off and crashed into the window. The window only cracked a little. Jane and I argued over whose fault it was. She was adamant that I call apartment maintenance so they could fix the window as soon as possible. I love my wife but sometimes she can be so bossy and I always give into her.
I was informed that it would be at least a week before a new window could be installed. Shortly after making the maintenance call I forgot about the accident as often happens when the blur of daily life intercedes. The following Saturday Jane had to work, something she often does as a nurse.
My wife Jane is very attractive. She is 5'6", with long brown hair and deep brown eyes. Jane has nice firm grapefruit sized tits. I have always felt she is way too beautiful for an average guy like me. I stand about 5'11" with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. I am not much to look at. I guess that is why I put up with Jane's sometimes-bitchy attitude and yet love her all the more for it.
Publicly, I am straight arrow homophobic white guy. Privately, I have always been fascinated with cocks larger than my 6" inches. Before now I never questioned my sexuality. I always assumed my interest in large cocks was standard penis envy.
That Saturday, I was feeling horny so I broke out the newest addition to my collection of XXX DVDs. I watch them on my computer. I can't play the movies too loud since we live in an apartment so I bought a set of headphones that I like to use just for those private viewing times. I thought my newest movie featured blonde white girls being fucked by black and Hispanic guys. My wife and I are both as white as they come. Interracial sex scenes have always turned me on.
When I opened the jewel case I found out that the clerk had given me the wrong movie. I was pissed off but I decided to watch the movie anyway. The first scene started with a cute little blonde girl with big tits introducing her husband to a Hispanic guy she said was her lover. Not much of a plot but who cares. The blonde goes to her knees in front of the Latin guy and hauls out a huge brown cock. The whole time she is telling her husband how much she loves Hector's cock. I stroked my growing cock. It was setting up to be a real hot scene when the husband reached for the other guys cock.
Shit this was a bi movie. I remembered the clerk smiling almost flirting with me at the video store. I had ignored him but I bet he swapped the movies on purpose. I turned the movie off. I switched to an older DVD but it I found myself thinking about the new movie. I switched back to the bi movie. I was disgusted yet attracted as the couple sucked that Hispanic cock. My hand unconsciously jacked my painfully hard cock. The husband took over sucking the lover's cock as the wife went for her strapon. A few minutes into the scene the poor husband was getting his ass fuck by his wife, while he sucked her Latin lover's large cock.
By that time I was stroking my dripping hard cock furiously. I didn't hear the knock on the door. I didn't hear the two maintenance guys open the door. Since I was in the back bedroom with my back to the door, I didn't know they were there watching me sitting naked at the computer jacking off as this guy was taking it from both ends.
I jumped when Enrique and Juan stood next to me.
I screamed, "What the hell are you two doing here."
Enrique replied, "We knocked and called out. No one answered."
Juan said, "We are here to fix the window."
They were watching the monitor screen. I was utterly embarrassed as I sat there naked.
Enrique said something to Juan in Spanish and they smirked.
Juan said, "Does Miss Jane know you like looking gay movies?"
"Get out. Get the fuck out of my apartment now. I will have you two fired."
After they left, I was really upset. I didn't know what to do. I didn't want the two maintenance men telling anyone about what they had seen. After about an hour going over the different possibilities none of which sounded acceptable, I decided to go talk to Juan and Enrique.
I found out from one the girls in the office that they were working in a vacant apartment at the back of the complex.
I knocked on the door. Enrique answered. "Hola, Mr. Smith."
I said, "Call me Mark." I apologized to them for yelling. I begged them not mention anything to anyone. That's when things went wrong and my life took a real turn.
