“I’m game. Porn?”
“Yeah, looks like hidden camera stuff. I bet there’s sixty of these things dating back three years. This one is the most recent. It was taken a week before I closed on the house.”
Paul slid the disc in and the screen came to life. Sitting on the front of the bar stool, I took a swig of my beer. The camera angle was poor, but I could clearly make out that the man was Spencer and the woman was someone I’d seen at the neighborhood picnics. I think her name is Sandra, and I’m pretty sure she is married. Watching her suck Spencer to completion gave me a raging hard-on. After some rubbing and buffing on Sandra, Spencer pounded her from behind, which was not nearly as erotic.
“Do you recognize them?”
“Yep, that’s the guy who used to live here. He’s married and that’s not his wife. The lady is somebody else’s wife, and she lives in the neighborhood too. I think her name is Sandra.”
“This one is even hotter” as Paul changed DVDs.
Paul’s phone rang so he excused himself to take the call.
Ten seconds into this DVD I wanted to scream ‘WHAT THE FUCK?’
Naked as the day she was born, Robin was scooting into the middle of the bed. I watched in disgust as my marriage went up in smoke.
Spencer hopped on the bed, straddled Robin’s body, and then fed his cock to her. It was more Spencer face fucking her than Robin giving him a blowjob. The net effect was the same as Spencer filled Robin’s mouth. Whereas watching the first blowjob got me hard, I was as soft as cotton watching this. The pain in my chest didn’t leave any room for erotic excitement. My desire to kill both of them was running high.
After Spencer rolled off of Robin, they laid there giggling and talking.
“What’s new with cucky boy?”
“That hopeless wimp? I did get him to eat your creampie.”
“No way! How’d you do that?”
“When I got home on Tuesday, Ned was frisky and wanted a blowjob. I told him we should do a sixty-nine. He agreed so I got on top and leaked your cum into his mouth.”
It was all I could do to keep from retching. I just thought Robin was extremely turned on that day. Fucking bitch! She will pay. He will too. They were so fucking proud of themselves.
The hits just kept on coming “You know what I dreamed Spencer? That we ditched our spouses and lived the rest of our lives together.”
Closing my eyes, I seemed to disappear into my own little world. Paul’s voice brought me back to reality.
“You okay dude?”
“Yeah, just a little headache.”
Looking at the screen, Robin was bouncing on Spencer like a cowgirl. Her modest sized boobs jiggling as he pinched her nipples. More precious memories down the toilet. I’d seen enough so I told Paul that I was leaving.
“Hey Ned, before you go, do you recognize her?”
“Not really, another lady from the neighborhood. When was that one filmed?”
“Two days before the first one I showed you.”
Trying to hide my anger “Well this will save you some money, not having to buy porn.”
What a dumb slut. He was fucking everyone in the neighborhood and she thinks he’s into her. As quickly as I could do it gracefully, I left Paul’s place and started walking. If I went home now, I’d likely do or say something I MIGHT regret. Then again, it might be just what I need to do. By the time I passed through my front door, darkness had closed in, and not just the skies but also my soul.