Dean
I sat naked in the darkened den. The only illumination in the room came from the soft glow of the computer screen. I gazed at the computer screen, staring at a pair of fake tits.
Those fake women never did anything for me. Their hair extensions with their fake orange tans and fake tits jiggling as they faked an orgasm. They never could turn me on. I slid the mouse up to the X and closed the browser window.
I needed real women with healthy, realistic bodies when I was looking at porn. Women who had bodies like Sarah's. I was always looking for stuff like that.
Her boobs weren't small, but they weren't the huge fake double D's men are told they're supposed to like. And she had two cute little moles about three inches beneath her right breast. I loved Sarah's moles. They were one of my favorite things about her body. But now with every Joe Schmoe having a copy of Photoshop, they would airbrush away all women's interesting eccentricities, removing any mole or birthmark, anything that made them unique or alive.
I heard a ping noise and the chat window started flashing. I clicked back over to it, continuing the conversation I'd been having .
"So how long has it been since you two last had sex?" M asked.
"About two weeks, I think." I responded. M was kind of like an online pen pal. We met in a Yankees baseball chat room a few weeks earlier and quickly struck up a friendship. It was easy, since he had almost the exact same interests as I did.
As conversations often go among anonymous internet chatters, the topic quickly turned to sex...talking about our wives, the porn we liked, etc.
"Why so long? Are you in her dog house?"
"I don't think so. But I can't figure out any other reason," I typed.
"So that's why you've been online so often as of late," M typed.
"Yeah."
"Here, I found a website you're going to love."
"Send it over," I typed, praying it was something good. I was starting to get frustrated. I'd been sitting naked at my computer for almost an hour and my penis was still flaccid.
The link popped up in the window and I clicked it.
"A buddy of mine sent it to me. Apparently it's some hidden footage of some married chick screwing her boss," M typed.
The website loaded...the banner across the top read "Wife Isn't Getting Enough At Home, Cheats With Her Boss in His Office!"
I immediately felt the warm flow of blood rushing into dick, slowly growing stiff.
There were dozens of photos on the screen. I clicked on the first picture and it immediately filled my computer screen.
She was standing there, naked, in the middle of the room, her hands planted on her hips, leaning slightly on her left leg. Her nipples protruded noticeably and her legs spread enough that I could see her vagina glistening with moisture.
I'm usually suspicious of these types of photos. Often they're just professionals pretending to be amateurs. But these photos did seem to be security cam footage, good quality, and of a real office. They seemed real.
Pixilated patch of nothingness covered her face. Her face was blurred out. So was her boss's.
But she had a nice body. She was exactly what I was looking for. In good shape, a healthy, realistic body, but clearly not someone who was able to spend hours everyday at the gym. A real woman with a real body. And her breasts even looked a lot like Sarah's.
I examined her up and down. Actually, a lot about her looked like Sarah. The hair and skin coloring were almost identical. Her nape curved in a very similar fashion. Wait...was this my Sarah...?
But no, this girl had no moles under her right breast.
Still, she was pretty hot--the next best thing to Sarah herself.
I wrapped my hand around my still hardening dick and slowly stroked up and down, shuffling through the various photos on the site.
I clicked back to the main page and then on the next photo.
It was a photo of her leaning back in an armchair, splayed out naked. Her legs hooked over the arms of the chair, her head leaning back and her skin flush with arousal.
Her hands were near her crotch, fingers extended. Her left pulled back her clitoral hood giving her right easy access to the clit itself. She was masturbating. Frigging herself for her boss in the middle of his office. Letting him take pictures of her and post them on the internet.
I noticed something shiny on her left ring finger. It had also been blurred out, but you could still tell what it was-- a wedding ring.
"Hot isn't she?" M typed.
"Yes," I typed with one hand.
"She sort of looks like my wife," he replied.
"Yeah, she looks a bit like my fiancee!"
I paged through some more pictures. A photo of her with her eyes closed, hands behind her head, standing naked in the middle of the room. Having her hands behind her head forced her tits to thrust outward, displaying her erect nipples for her boss. She wore an unusual look on her face...a mixture of fear and ecstasy.
Her boss was clearly telling her to stand like this and she was submitting completely to his commands.
I started stroking faster.
"Are you jerking?" he typed.
"Yes."
"Me too."
I moved on, clicking through photo after photo, easily jerking myself toward orgasm.
After the tenth photo, I got to one of her kneeling down between her boss's legs. I quickly clicked through the next several photos, watching this slut slowly reached into his pants, pull out his big, hardening cock, gently lowering her hot mouth around his thick dick head, and sucking it lustfully into her mouth.
That's it, baby, I thought as I quickly stroked my hand up an down my dick. Suck on your boss's cock real nice. Yeah, you like that, huh? You don't blow your husband like that, do you? You're hubby ain't giving it to you good enough, is he?
"You gotten to the blowjob pics yet?" M typed.
"Just did."
"Hot, aren't they?"
"Yes."
"Her boss has a big cock," M typed.
"Yep."
"Bigger than mine."
"Bigger than me, too," I confessed.
