Like a lot of folks, my boss lets me work at home one day a week. I enjoy it, not only for the two hours commute time it saves me, but for what it allows me to do with that free time. My work at home day is Wednesday, which is perfect because my wife's is Friday. Because she has a similar awful commute as mine and similar work hours, on Wednesday's I have an hour in the morning and evening all to myself.
Typically, I work out in the afternoon as I don't want to get busted spanking the monkey if she comes home early. Wednesday mornings, however, are "personal care" time. Surfing porn, edging, click, save, click, save, and when I can't take it anymore I cum like a fountain. I fucking love Wednesdays!
Today, I fucked up my routine. I've been wicked horny lately. Like can't focus at work because my balls are aching so badly. But I also knew it's that time of the month for my wife Sarah so I was either going to be sleepless tonight or take care of business beforehand. So I figured, what the hell, rub a quick one out after my last conference call and start my workout late but with plenty of time to spare if my wife's commute was gloriously short today for some reason.
I'd powered up my personal computer and, rather than hit my go-to sites for the usual surfing, edging-and saving any good photos I came across thing, I opened up my Spank Bank folder. It's really called 'TMP' because I figured the wife wouldn't ever bother to look in there if she got curious. It's a big one, I'll freely admit, sorted by genre with subfolders where I save what I like to think of as pop pics, climax clips, and sperm fic, a.k.a. photos, videos, and stories so hot that I'd blown my load looking at them. I make a habit of saving a copy of those in a special subfolder right after I get my rocks off. Those subfolders are golden for a desperately needed quick rubout when needed!
This was one of those times, to be sure. I'd been thinking of sex all afternoon. Considered rubbing one out while on mute, but thought the better of it. Nothing like heavy breathing when you fumble for the mute button to give it away, or worse, forgetting to mute the video clip before unmuting the phone!
It was a beautiful day outside. Being stuck indoors had me fantasizing of some parkland/hiking sex-ventures. I've never actually done anything like that for real. Never cheated on the wife by any means, actually. Porn helps keep me loyal to her, and I thank it for that!
I suppose you could say I feel about porn like a certain judge feels about beer. I liked porn. I still like porn. But I've rarely done anything depicted in it, and even when I have it was always as consenting adults.
I should also tell you now, before this goes too far, that I like to look at and read porn about people doing things that I've never done nor would ever do. Or even could ever do. It's hot. Sometimes I fantasize about actually being one of the participants. Like one of the chicks in some hot lesbo clip, that's a go-to standard of mine. Or cucky stuff, not that I'd ever let any guy near my wife. Trannies, glory holes, even a midget every once in a long while. It's hot thinking about it and it gets me off. Just a fantasy: no harm, no foul. And it helps keeps me loyal. So yeah, I like porn.
So where was I? Oh yeah, I opened up my /Documents/TMP/Outdoors/Pop folder for a quick rub and the phone rings. My boss. I pick up of course.
"Hey boss."
"Do you have a few? We have an issue with your fiscal year-end projections that has to get cleared up pronto."
Crap! I start pacing as he prattles on. Then get thirsty as I realize the depth of the fuck up that'd I'd made and head to the kitchen. After what seemed like an eternity, we resolve it and I'm once again a free man and, thankfully, still employed.
"Hi honey! Everything OK?"
My first thought upon hearing my wife's voice, honestly, was about my aching balls. Maybe she'd lend me a hand? A blowjob was off the menu, she never did that on the rag.
"Yeah, we got it resolved. Drive OK?
"Not bad. Got a sec? Wanted to show you something."
Show. That word reminded me that I'd left my computer on and Spank Bank folder open. Shit!
"Sure!" I replied, hoping it wasn't anything that would make me forget to dash and lock the Spank Bank before she saw it.
I followed her. Right. Into. My office. "Fuck!" I thought, "Just fantasies, play that card."
"So... there's this?"
"Yeah" I replied coolly, "needed to rub one out." Honesty is the best policy, especially when your wife seems pretty chill about a find.
"Gotcha. I was just curious..." she motioned for me to sit, which I did without hesitation. She knelt next to me and put her hand on the computer mouse.
"Pretty broad category, Outdoors".
I shrugged, of course it was. Then I actually looked at the screen. She'd changed the view to 'Extra large icons'.
Remember when I said I like all kinds of porn? Yeah. So my wide net of interests were displayed in all their glory. And not just random shit, this was the 'Pop' folder, the crème de la crème, as it were, of stuff that gets me off. There's no way I could deny that I didn't get off on any and all of the stuff in a folder specially curated and titled 'Pop'. The great outdoors was the obvious and only common element.
Sarah clicked 'Slideshow' on the folder window and the first image came up.
"She's hot" she says pointing to the first picture which, by pure luck, was a female that looked a lot like my wife but a bit chubbier. She clicked the mouse.
A picture of a very pretty tall girl dressed sluttily in a miniskirt came up.
"Doesn't seem your type..." she said before clicking again.
"Fuck" I thought to myself as the third picture came up. It was the same girl, or shall I clarify and say gurl, in a different pose. She was sitting on a fallen tree. Her hard cock was peeking out from her skirt. I can't explain why, but there's something about tranny peekaboo that makes my dick stand at attention. Which I realized it already was in just the few seconds of silence before my wife again spoke.
"Wow! Well THAT's a surprise. Nice cock!"
"In for a penny," I thought. I had no idea where she was going to go with this but it's not like I could stop this train. She examined the photo for several more seconds before looking at me, and then down at my sweatpants. My cock was at full mast having slipped through the opening in my boxers as it engorged.
"Ever sucked one?" Sarah asked.
"I'm not gay for crissakes."
"Duh, I know that honey. That's not what I asked."
"No, definitely not. Ever."
She clicked again. The next image was the gurl in the forest standing up. Her skirt was lifted by her very hard and impressively large for her size "clitty".
"Wow. That's a big cock for such a small gurl" my wife noted. She then placed her left hand on my sweatpants-covered hard-on and began gently caressing me through the material. It felt wonderful and was a huge relief. Things were looking up!
"She's so hot, I'd blow her" she added after a beat. "Wouldn't you?" she asked, rubbing me more earnestly now.
"Um, not gay, remember?"
"Oh, I know sweetie. It's just a photograph. Just for pretend. You'd suck her cock with me right now, for pretend, yes?" she asked as her fingers walked up to my pants' hem, teasing for more intimate caressing to come if I played along.
Should I play along? Could I not? My cock did the talking for me. "Yes" I admitted, hesitantly.
"Mmm" she moaned as she licked her lips. "Honesty should be rewarded."
She pulled my sweatpants down just far enough for her to start rubbing one of her fingers in gentle circles around my cockhead. OMG it felt so good.
Click.
In the next picture, a handsome and well-muscled stud was on his knees in front of the gurl about to take her cock in his mouth.
"Fuck yeah, take that cock!" Sarah exclaimed. She was rubbing my cockhead more intently now. "That's fucking hot right there, don't you think?"
"Yes..." I moaned.
"You want her cock as badly as he does, don't you honey?" she asked, pausing her cock ministrations.
