1. A New Kink

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Sometimes, like when my girl's out for the night, I relax by watching some of my favorite porn. Like tonight, I was treating myself to a wank in the living room. The thing about being in the living room is that there's nowhere to hide.

I was out there in the open. My phone's Bluetooth connected to the TV. I had taken my time, browsed some of the OnlyFans we subscribed to together to get warmed up.

A handful of lingerie pics got me hard. Then I switched to some videos. A solo shower scene.

Some toe sucking. A blowjob from the male's perspective. This is one of my favorites, simply because I can match my strokes to the woman sucking and try to keep up with the action.

Then, a woman on woman video for a bit. There's one content creator who makes beautiful lesbian films, shooting soft and gentle cunnilingus. Mindful fingering and real, raw, glorious orgasms.

It's artistic and empowering, but I won't pretend it doesn't make my dick drip. By this point, I was rubbing my cock slowly, calming down after some frantic jerking that had left my toes curled. Just some leisurely stroking, while I searched for the videos I was really looking forward to.

On screen, there was a dimly lit room, and a toned dude on the bed. He was stroking his cock, looking first straight down the camera lens, and then to someone off screen. His dick was long, and thick, and slick.

When the woman walked into view, she was wearing a hot pink dildo attached to a black leather strap, smearing thick oozes of lube up and down it. The couple embraced, grinding, kissing, before she tapped his thigh and motioned him to turn over. When he assumed doggie style, my dick jerked, and my thrust quickened.

The vulnerability and softness inherent in being so open with a partner, particularly as a straight man, is incredibly hot to me. I grasped my dick hard, slowly squeezing it to the very tip, where I rubbed my head between my thumb and forefinger. My balls twitched.

I was fully engrossed in the scene, so when I heard the front door shut and Michelle's footsteps in the hall, it took a while before I realized I only had enough time to throw a blanket over myself before she walked in, all smiles to see me still awake, which quickly turned to surprise, and then, after a beat, to comprehension tinged with amusement. All I could say was, um, as her eyes flicked from the screen to the quilt in my lap, then hurriedly back to the screen as she took in what I was watching, then she started laughing. I fumbled for my phone to pause the video or close the window, but she grabbed it before I could get to it.

I'm sorry? I tried, both confused and anxious. I was still unsure what she was thinking until she took a couple of steps that brought her to me, shrugging her jacket off along the way, and straddled me, pushing me back against the sofa and leaning in to kiss me.

Enjoying yourself? She asked in between kisses, then brushed her lips along my ear, biting firmly on the lobe and whispering, You dirty fucker. I didn't know you were napegging.

I'd lost my erection due to the shock, but the confirmation that she wasn't weirded out and actually seemed like she could be into this made my dick spring back up, creating a tent in the blanket and causing her to shift position so she could slowly, sensually ride against it. I pushed her dress the rest of the way up and grabbed her ass, directing her onto my cock as I strained towards her. I was hot from the blanket's thick cotton, from the warmth between her legs, from the sounds the man on screen was making.

Her head was buried in my neck, so I opened one eye and then the other to absorb what was happening on the TV. The woman on screen was gripping the back of the man's neck with one hand and guiding the dildo in with the other, his soft, trilling moans dictating her speed. His hips looked almost out of control.

He was unsure whether to let her ease in, one inch at a time, or back up on it and feel the fullness, the stretching, and the glorious prickle of pain. When he decided to submit and let her take him to the hilt, his whine of satisfaction sent a current to my dick, spilling pre-cum from my tip and forcing a strangled groan out of me. On my lap, she paused then swung her legs off to sit beside me.

Watch, she urged. Go on. She pulled at the blanket so it covered her up as well, then held two fingers towards my mouth.

Suck, she demanded, and slipped that hand with its wet fingers between her legs, hidden under the throw. Somewhere, deep in my insides, arousal fizzed and swirled from watching her engage and enjoy porn depicting one of my favorite fantasies. My fist was wrapped around my dick, stroking with fervor when she asked what it is I like about pegging.

I cleared my throat. I liked the intimacy. I liked the trust.

I liked his ass and her ass and how they moved together. I liked the way the backs of his thighs strained, his muscles quivering below the surface. I liked how her ass flowed as she picked up the rhythm.

I liked how, next to me, Michelle was making little moans of pleasure. Stretching and constricting her legs, and I liked how my cock was pulsing to the beat of my heart. I liked how she reached around to stroke his cock, and how it was a little staccato, not quite in time with her thrusts.

She shimmied his hips to fall back in with her, and she placed a hand on his lower back to keep him in check. He moaned, so low I could barely hear him, for her to spank him. She rubbed his ass with care before landing a blow that left a stinging red outline that made him hiss with bliss.

I took a glance to my left. She was fixated. Her hand was moving out of view, and the secrecy made it so much hotter.

Was she pushing in and out, delighting in the hot, tight wetness of her cunt? Or was she circling her clit with just one finger, idly tapping it to feel the thrill in her stomach and legs? Or was she massaging it full on with her thumb, the same way she was massaging her cock? The way she does when she wants to get off quickly, letting the trickle of arousal coat her pussy and upper thighs?

The faint gasps beside me, the rough exclamations on TV, my own huffs of excitement. This was the soundtrack to my orgasm. It began right in the middle of me.

Creeping down and down, just tingles and tickles, before it lit the wick at the base of my cock that it was a full two-second delay as the pressure ramped up and up and up. And then the first tremor, the first squirt. The first moan of release.

The pumping and surging through my dick made my eyes roll back, and my whole body shiver, spunk fired up onto my belly and through the blanket. A wet spot, getting bigger and bigger until I heaved one final shuddering breath and fell back against the cushions. She crawled beside me, under the blanket, we stared at the screen.

If that guy comes before you fall asleep, I'll make you breakfast in the morning, she said. You're on, I replied, already drifting off. You're on, I replied, already drifting off.