Future of Porn

*Chapter 1: The Movie*

Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for the entertainment of mature adults. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments and suggestions are welcomed.

Yuka can best be described as cute. Not gorgeous, not sexy, but best described as cute. That’s not to say she lacks those other qualities too, but cuteness clearly takes the lead. A young woman, short in stature and a bit overweight, she wears a thick set of glasses upon a pretty face. I initially stereotyped her as a student when we first moved in next door. At the very least, I figured she was into books, maybe a librarian. She had the look of a smart young woman who liked studying and probably got good grades.

Later behavior served to reinforce my initial stereotype. The drapes of her house stayed mostly closed. She tended to keep to herself, staying inside, and only returning a shy “hi” on those rare occasions when we crossed paths. I used to picture her sitting in a rocking chair, under a lamp, and maybe in front of a fire reading a book or maybe crocheting a new scarf to keep warm. The only time I got to see her was when she was all bundled up for her early morning run. For a person who was overweight, she ran a surprising amount. I would even see her on the coldest days of winter jogging down the snow covered walk.

My wife, Katie, took the initiative to get to know her. I saw them talking out front when day when I got home from work. A couple days later they met for tea. Eventually they had lunch together in town. As it turned out, the two of them happened to have jobs within a few blocks of each other. Yuka was not a student at all, but worked as a sales girl at some sort of woman’s clothing store downtown. She was also older than I figured, in her mid-twenties rather than the teenager liked she looked. It’s been my experience that short Asian women often tend to look younger than what they really are. Perhaps it is due to their fair complexion, or maybe it’s just because they are short.

In any case, I eventually got to know her too. My wife invited the bashful little woman over for dinner one night, and then Yuka returned the favor a few weeks later. To my pleasant surprise, our neighbor turned out to be an excellent cook. She made a terrific Chinese marinated chicken, and her Italian lasagna tasted pretty good too. Given the way she cooked, no wonder she was overweight and had to run every day.

The two of us eventually worked out an informal deal where she cooked while I helped her out with repairs. As talented as Yuka was in the kitchen, I could be in the garage. Both her house and car were time bombs of disrepair. The tires on her car were almost bald, and the oil in her car hadn’t been changed since she bought it two years before. I quickly discovered Yuka grew up under a traditional upbringing and practiced traditional habits. She was into girlish things - like cooking - and wouldn’t open the hood of a car even to check the oil.

We ran into each other more and more. One night she would stop by to help Katie with something in the kitchen. A few days later I might return the favor by helping her fix something around her house. Lucky for her, her cooking made it worthwhile. I didn’t mind spending an hour fixing a leaking showerhead if it meant a delicious meal a few nights later.

Yuka behaved bashful to strangers, but opened up once you got to know her. I also discovered she had a pleasant personality and a good sense of humor. Sometimes on the giddy side, she occasionally acted more like a dizzy blond than the dark-haired cutie she really was. She could also shock you but some of the things that came out of her mouth - especially about men.

“Men are so much trouble,” She casually told us over dinner one night after my wife hinted about possibly introducing her to a nice single guy at work. “But on the other hand, it sure would be fun to have a dick around to play with!”

She shocked me with her words. I couldn’t believe such smutty words coming out of her sweet little mouth. In fact, I thought I misheard her at first, but then joined in with them in a laugh.

Yuka didn’t have a boyfriend. Never married, but she occasionally brought up her boyfriends of the past. Her quiet, secluded nature probably prevented her from meeting many guys. I’m sure that working in a woman’s clothing store didn’t bring forward many opportunities either. In any case, it certainly wasn’t because of her looks. I’m sure her cute face attracted many men, and all her running was starting to have an affect.

We moved in over the winter when everyone stayed bundled up in conservative sweatshirts, sweaters, and coats to keep warm. As spring approached, people started wearing less. Yuka was no exception, and she started giving hints at the result of all her running. She also tended to let down her guard on weekends. One day she came over in a old white T-shirt that clearly showed the outline of her bra and what appeared to be cleavage underneath. Another time she bent down right in front of me while I worked on her sink and was looking up from under the counter. Pleasant to my surprise, she was blessed with a pronounced chest. It surprised me, especially coming from an Oriental girl. I never much thought of her chest, but from then on couldn’t keep from picturing her topless every time we met. I yearned for the day I might get to see her in a swimsuit or maybe even a bikini.

We continued as neighbors during the summer and then into the fall. I continued helping her around the house or whenever she heard something “funny” in her car. In payment, we would get invited over for dinner about once a month.

Yuka and Katie continued to be friends too. They met quite often for lunch and then started going out for drinks in the evening too. I don’t know where they went for their nighttime festivities. Katie didn’t tell me. She only said they went out to do girl-things. Secretly, I think she tried to play matchmaker. Yuka didn’t go out much on weekends. I suspected Katie was trying to remedy her boyfriend situation by introducing her to some of her single male friends from work. Once in a while Katie even returned a little tipsy, indicating they had gone to some bar or maybe a club. Sometimes she returned rather late too. As for me, it didn’t matter. I didn’t care where they went, for it meant that I could go out with the guys. Thursday night was poker night. Katie didn’t like me playing poker, especially for money. She also didn’t like it when I returned home after too many drinks. But if the girls got to go out over the weekend, then I got to go out to play poker on Thursdays.

It wasn’t until last week when I got my first clue at where the girls went. Poker night finished early. One of the guys was sick in bed and another had to leave early because his wife was pissed about something or other that he did or didn’t do. With only three left, we decided to quit early. We split after only a few hands and only one beer. I came home early to find the lights out and the television on.

“Look at the size of that thing!”

The first voice I heard upon entering the house was of Yuka. It came from the living room. I could tell the television was on by the flicker it made against the walls and the eerie glow it gave to the room. All was dark except for the nightlight above the stove.

“Holy shit!” I heard Katie too, agreeing with a playful giggle. It sounded like the two of them were having a good time, probably watching the latest chick-flick that I wasn’t interested in watching anyway. I closed the front door with care and decided to sneak up on them.

“Did you ever realize one could get that big?” Yuka asked.

“It’s even bigger than the one we saw up on stage last week,” Katie’s voice spoke with amazement.

I didn’t pay much attention to what they said at first. I had no idea what they were watching. Their words put me at a loss.

“Wait until you see what he’s going to do with it!”

“He’s going to hurt her with such a big one!”

I peaked around the corner to find them both sitting wide-eyed on the couch and facing the TV. Katie sat forward, barely keeping her ass on the couch, watching with intense interest at whatever was playing on the screen. Yuka acted more relaxed, sitting back, seeming to take delight at Katie’s reaction. Through the speakers on the television I heard a commanding voice giving an order. “Over here,” It shouted. “So we can shackle you.”

“Oh my God!” Katie’s hands went up to her mouth.

“Now we’re getting to the good part,” Yuka started to lean forward too.

For the first time, I grew curious. I had never seen two women watch a movie with such interest. What could be so good? Why were they so interested? It certainly didn’t look like any ordinary chick flick.

“Is she actually going to…” Katie’s voice trailed off.

“I bet she is!” Yuka acted like she didn’t know, but clearly had seen the movie before. She teased my wife. Poor Katie looked to be in shock.

Growing more and more curious by the second, I decided to take a look for myself. I couldn’t see anything from the hallway, so had had to step inside to satisfy my curiosity. Our living room was small and I had to practically walk up beside the couch in order to see the screen. Normally they would have noticed me, but their intense interest in the movie pulled all four eyes away.

“Now he can’t even cover himself,” Katie mumbled through her fingers, her hand still positioned over her mouth.

“Lucky for us!” Yuka giggled in agreement.

The darkness of the room helped to cover my presence. The high volume of the television helped silence my steps.

“Now give me pleasure,” The voice from the speaker spoke.

“He’s actually going to fuck her!” Katie gave the first hint at what was really happening on the screen.

A moment later I looked for myself. It was an x-rated sex flick. Two sparsely clad women wore little more than teddies. A third woman was naked and down on all fours. Behind her was a man, also naked, and sporting the biggest cock I had ever seen.

“Holy shit!” I couldn’t help but cry out.

It took them a moment to realize I was in the room. Katie jumped up with a start. Yuka quickly went for the remote, dropped it, and then fumbled with the buttons while trying to figure out how to stop the movie. It played on long enough for me to see the guy jerk his hips forward and plunge his monster dick into her. I couldn’t believe any woman capable of accepting such a large weapon. I couldn’t believe Katie was watching it.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Katie shouted at me.

“I don’t believe this!” Yuka cried out in embarrassment.

Katie regained her composure enough to reach up to the reading lamp. Both girls stood before me embarrassed and angry - or at least Yuka was embarrassed. Katie just looked angry.

“The game finished early,” I told them what they already knew. “So I came home.”

“How dare you sneak up on me like that!” Katie didn’t seem to hear me.

“But I didn’t sneak,” I defended myself. “All the lights were off. I figured you were asleep. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“That doesn’t matter!” She refused to listen to my words. “You scared the crap out of me!”

“Sorry,” I took a deep breath and apologized, even though I had no need to apologize. I mean, what did I do wrong? It wasn’t my fault they were too engrossed in an x-rated movie to notice someone walking in the front door! I could just have well been a thief or a rapist. They never would have known.

“Maybe I should go,” the bright red face of Yuka spoke up. She looked like she wanted to race out of the room.

“But the movie wasn’t over!” I decided to tease her. “It was just coming up on the good part, as you said.”

Her face turned an even brighter shade of red at my use of her own words against her. “Jason!” She looked away.

“Stop it!” My wife took her side. It was two against one. Women always stuck together when they had the chance to disagree with a man.

“Just teasing!” I held up my hands in mock surrender. “Come on, relax! The two of you look like crooks who just got caught robbing a bank.”

Yuka was already taking out the disk. Apparently, it was her movie. I wondered if she owned it. I also wondered what other movies she kept in her library. This showed me a new side of Yuka. I had no idea she was into watching x-rated movies, especially movies involving ropes, bondage, and men with big dicks. Shy little Yuka appeared to be into heavy-duty smut.

“I really think I should go,” She stepped towards the door.

“You don’t have to,” I offered as an apology to make up for my teasing. “I was just headed upstairs anyway. Planned to take a shower and then go to bed, so you’re free to stick around and watch the end of it if you want.”

I headed for the stairs, not wanting to make my wife any angrier. I had caused enough anger and embarrassment for one night. Not as late as the usual Thursday night, but I looked forward to a wakeful Friday morning for a change. Besides, I secretly wanted Katie to watch the rest. Maybe it would put her in the mood. The movie had already put me in the mood, but then most anything would. I secretly hoped Katie would watch the rest and then come upstairs to wake me.

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It sounded like they took me up on my advice. I couldn’t be sure, but I thought I heard them downstairs. I distinctly heard Katie try to convince Yuka to stay when I stepped into the shower. At least one of them was still downstairs when I stepped back out.

“Oh my God!” I overheard Katie as I dried off in the bedroom. Most definitely, she was still watching it. I could tell by the excitement sounding in her voice. It wasn’t the reaction given to a network television show.

Tempted, I paused to listen for a second voice. I hoped Yuka had stayed too, but I really didn’t think so. She wasn’t the type: too shy, too easily embarrassed, and especially not with a man just upstairs. More than likely, she was sitting up in her own bed wondering what she would say the next time we met. I actually felt a little sorry for her.

“Oh my God!” I heard it again.

Yes! Katie was watching it! Yuka must have left the CD before going. Soon it would be finished, and then maybe she would come upstairs to try out a new position. We lived a vibrant sex life. She liked to try new things - or at least she used to. Five years of marriage had dulled things somewhat, but we still had sex at least twice a week.

The thought of an aroused Katie made me aroused. I couldn’t help it! Just the thought of a dirty x-rated movie on the downstairs TV was enough to get my hormones flowing. The sound of her voice soon made me aroused too. We hadn’t done it all week. I was due. My dick needed some attention.

Further amplifying the effect was the possibility that shy little Yuka might be downstairs watching it too. I had discovered a new side of her, a side that excited me. My mind drifted back to her words about dick playing, and then the scene from under the sink. I thought about her cleavage, and then of my desire to hopefully see her in a sexy summer dress sometime over the summer.

I then thought about their mention of a man’s long dick up on stage. The shock of the movie made me forget, but then my imagination took over as I walked around upstairs. Might it be possible? Did my wife take the cute Yuka to a male strip joint? Watching an x-rated flick on the television was one thing, but seeing it live would be something else. I tried to picture Yuka sitting in the audience and turning red at the sight of the men on stage. The image proved powerful enough to force me to wear a robe as I sat up on the bed. There was no way I could fit into my pajama bottoms.

* * * * *

“Oh Jason!”

My pleasant thoughts were interrupted by an even more pleasant sound of my name being called out a minute later. I was sitting up in bed, reading a book, patiently waiting for Katie to come upstairs to join me. There was no way I was going to get to sleep with the images playing out in my mind. The book helped, but I found myself constantly roaming away from the story on the page and into the more interesting story in my imagination.

There was also a giggle, I thought I heard, or perhaps it was just my imagination. More likely my imagination, I figured. The images in my mind appeared to playing themselves out in my ears.

“Oh Jason!” She called out a second time.

Katie didn’t need to ask a third. Maybe she wanted to show me a scene in the movie. I hoped she wanted to do it downstairs in the living room. We hadn’t done it outside the bedroom for a long time. My cock pulled me towards her direction.

Without giving it much thought, I jumped out of bed and headed down the stairs in my robe.

“You call?” I asked half way down.

Both girls turned! To my surprise, Yuka was still there. Both of them still sat on the living room couch.

“Yuka!” I hesitated half-way down the stairs, pulling my robe tight. “I thought you had gone home.”

She didn’t answer, only giggled. The light of the reading lamp showed a pleasant smile shine across her face.

“She didn’t want to miss the rest of the movie,” Katie answered for her. “And she wanted to make sure you got a chance to watch it too.”

Yuka’s face turned another shade of red. She gave my wife a playful slap against her shoulder, and then my wife slapped her back. They played. They laughed. The women frolicked on the couch like two young girls at a slumber party.

“Seriously,” Katie was the first to give in. “As long as your up,” She sneaked a look down at my waist. “Why don’t you come on over and join us? You’ve really got to see this! We’re giving it a second showing!”

I didn’t know if her look was intentional or not. Could she see my tent? Could she tell I was erect? The look lasted only a second, and then she turned back to the television again. It was as if she was teasing. Just in case, my hands automatically went to my crotch to cover myself.

“I suppose,” I hesitated. “But just let me put on something first.”

It took little convincing. The thought of watching an x-rated movie proved enticing, but not in my present condition!

“You’re fine just the way you are,” Katie spoke without turning her head from the screen. “Nothing will surprise Yuka, not after what we just watched.”

The girls laughed again. I noticed the credits rolling down the screen. The movie had just ended, and they were having fun. For the first time I also noticed a bottle of wine sitting on the end table. Sitting beside were two glasses, both empty. I couldn’t tell how much was left in the bottle, but they had clearly drunk enough to feel good. Especially Yuka. I had never seen Yuka after more than a single glass of wine. I wondered if she would have watched the movie without it.

Against my better judgment, I stepped away from the stairs to join them on the couch. The only problem was my robe. It covered everything that needed to be covered, but there was a lot to be covered underneath. I stayed hard. I was hard upstairs, hard on the stairs, and stayed hard when I went to join them on the couch.

“Right here,” Just before I was about to take a seat in the recliner, Katie padded the seat on the couch between them. She moved aside to give me room, and then Yuka moved to the opposite side. Clearly, both girls knew where they wanted me to sit. I couldn’t help but take them up on their invitation.

I used my hands to push it down. First I pulled my robe tight and then I strategically positioned my hands on my lap when I took a seat down between them.

Katie held the remote and started the movie all over again. “It’s kind-of slow at the beginning,” She fast forwarded through the opening credits. “But don’t worry, it will rise to the occasion faster than you think.”

Another pair approached, and she found the idle nature of her hands to be impossible to maintain. She reached her cunt with both, pulling her lips apart and touching herself…there… in her special way. Both men positioned themselves so that they could see, and it wasn’t long before one and then the other coated her thighs and the back of her hands with their cum.

The men remained anonymous behind their masks, but she had no interest in their faces. Their cocks were all she wanted to see. Longer, shorter, fatter, thinner, average, far above average, darker, paler, rounder, pointed…the variations were wonderful.

They seemed to almost worship her – their eyes told the story in the moments when she tried to watch… they were completely absorbed with her, and she tried not to think of herself as lying upon an altar. Their jism after each turn covered more and more of her, and she could see and hear the delight of the assembly as she worked it slowly about her, working it into her skin like a lotion.

The smell of their cum, the sight of their dicks, the utter stickiness of her hands resulted in a sudden urge to cum yet again, which she accomplished with her fingers as two more men came on her.

It was after this orgasm, a quiet, private type of stirring that she often had when she masturbated at home, that she became aware that the men were done, all except…her gentleman escort. Was he 36 or 37? He was older than the rest, not elderly, and his cock was a… a nice one, but on the average size of nice, and not quite fully erect. It contrasted with his massive balls. He stroked and stroked some more, but… she felt for him. Performance anxiety perhaps.

“Sir, may I?” She reached a hand towards his shaft.

“As much as I would like that, I’m afraid it’s against our rules.”

“Waived!” came an anonymous response from the men.

Hayley didn’t wait for him to think through a proper response, grasping him firmly, twisting slightly to get better leverage. He moved closer to her, giving her hand a greater range of motion. His skin was soft, although she could feel him harden at her touch. She wondered what his inspiration was… her breasts? Her cum covered cunt? She looked to his eyes, and saw that he was looking at hers.

That was possibly the kindest compliment he could give, in a weird sort of way. The head of his cock was close now, and she could see it swell. She whispered to him softly, “I want you to cum on me. Yes.” She felt him harden fully in her hand as she stroked his shaft. “That’s it, cum on…”

And he came. She didn’t realize how close he had drawn, and she would never know how long it had been for him. But his first release flew over her face in a stream, trailing into her hair, and the second shot forcefully onto her face, covering her cheek and eye Afterwards, they fell shorter, to her jaw, her shoulders, her breasts and her arm.

His cock quickly softened, and she released him, though she could make out that he continued to stand over her, admiring… whatever.

The smell of cum was overpowering, and she began to smooth his load away from her eyes so that she could see and off of her lips. She was a sticky mess all over, but what sights she had seen!

“Mrs. Hayley, you were indeed, our best offer. Thank you so much for accepting. You have been the most splendid revelation to all of us.” This was greeted by many cheers, but her attention suffered. She was spent.

She slept much of Friday, waking basically to masturbate herself back to sleep. Steven returned home from his “business trip” late that afternoon. She found that she couldn’t bring up the subject of the most exciting thing to happen to her in her life. And Steven, for his part, said nothing of what his trip had been like. Stalemate.

The weekend was full of sex, however. They laughed, they talked. It was like they were newlyweds, groping and fondling. Throughout, she expected Steven to get so turned on that he would open up the subject of OBO, but she couldn’t do it herself. After all, what if it had been John after all? That would be…disastrous.

And because he didn’t bring the subject up, that made her doubt the facts that otherwise led her to believe it had been him. He had received an invitation. He had provided the most private information, damn him, about her. His cock had hardly softened since he returned home. He had a glint in his eyes… It had to be him.

Louise also hadn’t spilled any helpful information. They shopped on Saturday for their ensembles for Mardi Gras together, which was great fun. The forecast was for a colder Fat Tuesday, so thoughts of miniskirts and heels were put aside. It wasn’t like wearing heels on the brick streets of the Quarter was a wise endeavor anyway. But they did manage to find tight leather pants that fit them very snugly. Yet, they were equipped with snaps instead of zippers, and they could be pulled down very quickly. The sales girl even said, “These will fit you so tight people can read your lips, if you know what I mean.” That inspired the same delicious thought in both of them. They made a pact to shave their mounds completely the morning of Fat Tuesday and leave all undergarments behind. They also found thin white sweaters with a loose weave, which gave a hint of their darker nipples underneath. If it was cold, a jacket was probable, but they certainly would have their fun. And if the sweaters should itch… well, the men could carry them.

It was huge fun in planning the day, but it wasn’t as much fun as it could have been, or should have been. Louise hinted time and again about Hayley’s special evening, even saying “What a revelation it would be” to the men when they lowered their pants in the crowds, but Hayley didn’t want to talk about it until the Steven vs. John issue was put to bed. That thought made her wince. So she told Louise that it would have to wait until another time, obviously disappointing her friend.

On Monday, a delivery service delivered a wrapped frame, two boxes, and a large envelope. She knew what the frame would hold in it. The photography turned out to be excellent, and the frame was elegant. Neither was a surprise. However, with kids around the house, she knew it would soon find its way into storage, but for the time being, she placed it under her bed. She had hopeful thoughts that some night when she was horny, she could place the portrait on the wall above their bed, an obvious sign to Steven that she needed attention. It was the only use for it that she could imagine.

The boxes were no surprise. She had seen identical boxes the week before. Her dress had been cleaned and returned to her as well as her shoes and hosiery. She didn’t recall leaving the items behind, or for that matter, exactly how she had returned home. She remembered a shower at the…club, was it? But here they were, and she was thankful to have them back, particularly the shoes. If her mystery man was Steven, she wouldn’t need the portrait; she would just reprise her role. But the envelope, that would be something new…

The envelope contained a DVD. This was, all things considered, an unsurprising surprise. She was fearful about what might be on it, yet, at the same time…she knew. Somewhere there had been a camera, and the rest was digital history. How many copies were made? She decided not to ponder that.

The film quantity was not up to the standards otherwise set by OBO, as her entire performance had been recorded from a single camera, with occasional zooms. The camera did keep focus on her, but there were only glimpses of the man who had participated in her “Revelation.” He was probably Steven’s height. But John’s height was the same. He had Steven’s hair color, somewhat more so than John’s. He was slender, again favoring Steven over John. And his skin was perhaps paler than John’s, although the lighting bleached their skin, she saw. And the mystery man had an annoying mask. But it looked mostly like Steven.

Still, there wasn’t enough to make her sure. Whatever certainty she lacked caused her nagging 51% to return. It had been a bad thing. She imagined a low voice, accusing her of crimes… “Adulteress! Fornicator! Exhibitionist! Everyone will know what you have done!” And truly, at times, she had half expected some bad thing to happen to her as confirmation of her guilt, or maybe punishment.

But watching the video, she realized that she really had enjoyed the whole of it, perhaps with the exception of this group of men knowing exactly who she was. Her flashes on the streets had been anonymous, but these men possessed her in her nakedness and in their knowledge of her. Still, the experience was a different, unexpected thrill, and as much as the evening was a revelation of herself to that group, it was even more of a revelation to herself. And the only thing lacking now was the sharing with Steven, the only piece, she realized, that was missing to her satisfaction.

That night, after the kids were in bed, she put the disc in the DVD player in their bedroom, stripped naked, and started the video. She lay on the bed, an elbow supporting her head as she lay on her side. She called for Steven, who entered wondering what was up. She was pleased to see that he was “up” as he saw her on the bed; she hoped he would stay that way. He sat at the edge of the bed, a hand on her calf, his attention drawn to the television. He was expressionless for several eternal moments, then he grinned, and that was all the confirmation that she needed.

“You.” She pointed at his crotch, then her own. “Come here. Make love to me.”

He looked her over, slowly, up her thighs to her hips, resting briefly on her mound, rising to her breasts which cuddled together, then to her lips, and her eyes.

Steven’s hand moved up her calf to her thigh as he said, “That is the most beautiful thing you have on! One question first. Is that what you’re wearing tomorrow when we go to the parades?”

“Pretty much.” She grinned, drawing closer to him. She lightly kissed him on the lips, then looked into his eyes. “Pretty much.”

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Given how close we were to the airport we asked the driver to drop me at the airport curb then take Cindy home via the mechanics. He was happy to ablige given his unexpected show.

As we kissed goodbye, I looked at Cindy. I opened my mouth to speak but she silenced me with her finger.

Cindy looked me in the eye and with the passion of a life long lover said “Les, this was grand. I know it is a lot to digest. I hope to see you soon. If it develops into something, great. If not, can we still be friends?”

I grinned, and pulled her to me. “I love you my friend. Thank you for helping me to move on with my life. Kathy would be proud I finally moved on, and with you.”

I turned and ran thru the airport to find my airline, hopeful I could make it on the next flight to Nashville.