Disclaimer: This short is based on a DPP prompt that I read a little while ago and have since lost to the internet and time. It was lovely prompt, and I’ve imagined it in my head a few different ways. This is a shorter version, possibly the start of a longer series.
# The Video
Dave stood at the island in his kitchen watching the two women setting up their chairs by the pool in his backyard. His wife, the older of the two, was in a modest two-piece despite her athletic figure. That had always been Marcy’s way. She obsessed over her workouts, over being in shape, and then covered up her tight body and refused to let anyone, even him, enjoy it.
Laura, Marcy’s younger and more voluptuous sister, constantly ribbed her for it. Laura, while not inappropriate in her clothing choices, didn’t mind showing off a bit more. Her two-piece was a barely-holding-on thong bikini that easily distracted Dave. He often wondered whether he’d notice Laura so easily if Marcy had a healthier interest in sex. Still, he had noticed Laura, and watching her had given him the need to relieve himself of some pent up desires before he joined the women by the pool.
“Hey,” Dave said, popping his head out of the door, “I’ve got to put a report together for Monday, then I’ll be out.”
Marcy didn’t even turn toward him when she gave him a half-hearted thumbs up. Laura looked up from her position bent over her chair, and gave him a frown. Her ample chest was in full view, and the way she swayed in his gaze, she seemed to be unbothered by the attention he gave it. He felt the stir in his shorts and flashed a quick smile at Laura before retreating to his second floor office.
He’d left his computer on, a habit of the work from home life he’d adopted since the start of the pandemic. Before he settled in to his plush leather chair he stripped. Dave wouldn’t have considered himself a model. He was an average height, just under six feet, and he had an average build for a man nearing forty. Even the fully erect length of flesh that he idly stroked as he pulled up his private browser was average. Still, five inches wasn’t enough to pique Marcy’s interest.
Dave liked amateurs. Their bodies were often natural, which he liked. Their reactions felt less practiced, and he told himself that amateurs did it for the fun of it, and they weren’t exploited for the money. His favorite amateurs feed had some new content under Hot, and he scrolled the list. The sixth video caught his eye. The preview featured two full breasts with large, round, pink nipples covered in cum. He hovered the cursor over it, and watched those same breasts rubbing against a very small, thin penis. He could ignore that, but the bouncing sloppy tits reminded him of Laura’s own chest, and she was still fresh in his mind. He clicked and leaned back, his hand already moving with more purpose.
The video began with the camera, which was clearly this small-dicked guy’s phone, aimed at the back of the woman. She was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, and her long blonde hair fell down her back. Dave couldn’t help but think that it looked a lot like Laura’s hair, at least close enough that he could pretend.
“Strip for me,” the man said. For a moment the voice sounded familiar, like getting a prank call and trying to figure out which of your friends was messing around with you.
The woman pulled her shirt off, revealing the straps of a black bra. She stood, and slipped the jeans down, revealing a red thong barely covering the space between her thighs as she bent over. She stayed in that position and slipped the thong down. Dave stroked harder. The light pink of her pussy curved nicely up into a tight pink asshole.
He’d have regretted that this porn was going right for it so quickly, but he was in a hurry to cum and get back to sneaking glances at Laura in her bikini. It was the current trend in amateur movies anyway. It was like everyone got the memo that most people skipped right to the actual fucking and just started the movie there. No more backstory, no more teasing and getting the guy hard. Just start up with a hard cock and a wet cunt and see where the next seven minutes takes you.
“Turn around,” the camera man commanded. When she did and knelt before the tiny cock on screen Dave was unsure what to do with his hand and his cock. He knew that woman’s face. He watched as she stripped off the bra and took in the majesty of the full tits he’d just seen swaying in his direction by the pool. Laura’s pink nipples were hard, and she smiled with ease as she took the cock in her hand and stuffed it eagerly in her mouth.
“Oh shit,” Dave muttered. He knew that he should stop the video. He knew he should respect his sister-in-law. But those tits kept bouncing as she slammed her head down on the little cock. Kevin’s cock. That was the voice. Kevin, the deadbeat who she’d just broken up with and who responded to every situation like a child.
Dave paused the video and considered his shrinking cock. He wanted to finish, but he also knew that he had to be the adult in the house, as he so often was, and tell Laura. Kevin had clearly posted some revenge porn, and that just wasn’t fair to Laura. There wasn’t exactly an easy way to explain this, but he had to figure that out quickly. If only his brain had more blood flowing to it, he thought he might have come up with something better than simply going downstairs and telling Marcy.
By the time he pulled his shorts back up, Dave had talked himself out of that plan. Marcy didn’t really enjoy sex. He had assumed that was just her being shy, and she’d warm up to him. At first, he thought it was something that come after a few dates, then after a few months, and then after then marriage. Now, he knew that Marcy just didn’t like to fuck. Still, she’d react very poorly to learning that he was upstairs jerking off to a video of her sister, who was currently in a skimpy bikini downstairs by the pool.
He considered setting up an anonymous email and sending the link to Laura, but that seemed creepy. There needed to be a personal touch, someone to assure Laura that her life wasn’t ruined, that they could get the video taken down, and that Kevin could be held accountable for being a piece of shit.
With a sigh, Dave headed downstairs. Laura was by the island, getting drinks for herself and Marcy. That was fortuitous, at least he could avoid questions from Marcy. The moment he saw Laura from behind the images came flooding back, and he had to force himself to think about something else. Still, the shape of her ass, how it made the thong completely disappear, the lovely shape of her thick thighs, and the way he could imagine her bending over and slipping out of that bikini right in his kitchen drove him to another forming erection that needed his sabotage before she turned to greet him. He couldn’t ask her to his office with a raging hard on, but he was pretty sure he couldn’t keep himself from being at least a little aroused.
“Oh, hey Dave,” she smiled over her shoulder. “Done with those reports already? I need some help with the fun police out there,” Laura said. She swept her eyes down his body, and lingered over his shorts for a moment.
Shit, he thought, I’m hard and she’s going to lose it.
“I, uh,” Dave stammered. “I have something to show you,” he said.
Her face brightened. “Oh? What is it?”
“It’s in my office,” he said. “I have to warn you though-“
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “Let’s take a look.” She turned to the door and called out to Marcy that she had to take call before turning back to Dave. She raised a brow in a silent question.
For a moment Dave’s resolve crumbled. He couldn’t show her the video. He couldn’t possibly do this. It was embarrassing enough to have to admit that he was watching porn but then to show Laura that he was watching her? Not just her porn, as if she released it on purpose. This was something she hadn’t known was out there, and he was going to show her while not being able to keep is dick soft?
It was too much. He hadn’t considered until that moment that Laura would run to Marcy, and she’d be even more pissed to find out from Laura and not from him. She’d be pissed that she had been cut out of the conversation, and he was sure she’d have some epic rant about how disgusting she found his horniness. But then Laura sighed, grabbed his hand, and pulled him to the stairs. He didn’t resist.
She pushed through the door to his office before he had the chance to protest and froze in front of the computer screen. The video was paused on a shot of her, tits hanging against Kevin’s thighs, mouth open and tongue sliding across the purplish head of Kevin’s dick. Her hand dropped from Dave’s. He was behind her and couldn’t see her reaction. Assuming horror, he pulled the door closed behind him to try to deaden the noise of an epic meltdown.
“Look, I know this is weird,” Dave said slowly. “I, well, sometimes I like to help myself out. You know what Marcy is like, I mean, it’s all I do anymore since she’s never into it. So I came up here and I clicked on this video. The preview was good, you know, just two amazing tits, and, oh shit. I mean that I thought it would be fun, and, well I’m not making this less weird am I?”
Dave wished he could stop talking, but the longer Laura didn’t react, the more he felt the need to talk his way out of the mess he perceived that he had created for himself.
“I didn’t know it was you,” he continued. “Kevin is an asshole, and we can get this taken down. He can be charged for this, for posting this. You know, revenge porn. And, anyway, I just wanted you to find out this is out there from someone that you trust, before it might ruin your life. I didn’t watch more of it, just to here, and then I came down. I am so-“
Laura turned then, and locked eyes with Dave.
“You haven’t seen the rest?”
“No,” Dave said. “No I haven’t.”
“But it did get you hard?”
“I mean, I was a little before I clicked but then yeah, I mean,” Dave shook his head. “I don’t mean that like, to be weird. I just want to be honest right now.”
“Did you want to see the rest?” Laura asked. “After you knew it was me?”
Dave froze. This wasn’t how he thought this would go. Laura didn’t look upset. She looked hungry. She looked a little turned on. Laura moved closer to him, moving around between where he stood and the door.
“Be honest Dave, you owe me that much.”
“You’re right. I do,” he nodded. “Yeah, I mean, I think you’re attractive, and the skimpy bikinis always get me worked up a little, so I come up here to, you know, take care of that. And then today, seeing you in this video, I wanted to see more. I wanted to pretend I was Kevin, I guess.”
Laura paused for a moment. “You know we can never tell Marcy. Not about any of this. I need you to swear that to me, Dave. Swear it.”
“Laura, I was more concerned about telling her any of this than I was telling you. Between us, I think you and I can get past this and laugh about it later, but Marcy? This will never end with her. You cannot tell her either.”
“Okay, deal. We kept all of this from Marcy.”
“Okay, good,” Dave said. “What do you want to do about this?”
“Well, I’d like to help you out,” she said. Her hand reached back and pulled the tied string of her bikini top free. She pulled it off and stared eagerly at Dave.
“Laura, what the fuck?” Dave said. His eyes were wide, but the blood had returned to his cock. He couldn’t take his eyes off her breasts, and as she stepped forward, he didn’t retreat.
Dave wanted this, and although it felt wrong, he didn’t exactly care in the moment. Her breasts filled his hands. They were warm, soft, smooth. She pressed into his touch, let him enjoy her. He squeezed them, then ran his thumbs over her pink nipples to finish exciting them. She pressed her hips to his, and her hands slid down the back of his shorts. Their mouths met, opened, and met again. Her tongue flicked easily over his, and he immediately thought about what that would feel like on his cock.
He didn’t have long to imagine, as she slid down his body, dragging his shorts with her, and ending with his cock resting on her face. Her blue eyes peered up at him before she slipped his length in her mouth and began working it slowly yet purposefully. As she bobbed her head up and down on him, her tongue drew long circles over his length, ending with a purposeful lick over the tip before swirling back down his length again. Dave let himself slip into the moment, enjoying the first blowjob he’d had in a decade. Her mouth worked him in increasing intensity and speed, until finally his hips moved involuntarily, and his breathing quickened.
“I’m close,” Dave moaned.
Laura continued with renewed vigor until his body shook, and he grabbed the back of her head to keep the pressure he liked as he emptied himself into her mouth. Dave felt his cock pulse four times as it emptied. He kept Laura’s head where it was, enjoying the feeling for a moment before pulling back. Laura gripped him again, running her tongue along his length, and sucking off what remained from his orgasm.
“Oh my god,” he said, forcing himself to sit in his chair.
“I know,” Laura said beaming up at him. “I’m very good.”
“Yes,” Dave said. He worked to catch his breath. “But we just-“
“Yes, and you told me you wouldn’t tell your wife.”
“I can’t,” he said. “I won’t.”
“Good,” Laura said, resting her head on his thigh.
Dave looked down at Laura. She was quite good, and, rather unfairly, he hadn’t gotten to explore her as much as he’d have liked. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. She still had that hungry, horny look, the one that Dave remembered from his college days, before he’d settled with Marcy. He was buzzing, the feeling like an old friend and a new adventure.
Dave stood up, causing Laura to lean back on her elbows on the floor. Those beautiful tits were displayed prominently, and in that moment, Dave knew what he wanted.
“I won’t tell Marcy as long as this continues,” he said flatly.
Laura’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Dave, are you blackmailing me?”
“I guess I am,” he said. He hadn’t put it in that context in his mind, rather he had considered it an easy way to keep Laura around. To jumpstart his sex life with someone who had passion and knew how to please a man. He didn’t regret it, just as he didn’t regret getting a blowjob from Laura.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” she said. “I wasn’t sure you had it in you after downstairs.”
“Yeah,” Dave laughed. “I was nervous. But now I know exactly what I want.”
“I’ll do anything,” she said. “You’ll tell my sister about my porn videos if I don’t, after all.”
Dave pushed Laura’s back on the carpet and pulled her feet up towards the ceiling as he pulled her thong free. Her pink folds glistened just below the patch of light pubic hair. His fingers slid along her slit, collecting a layer of her sweet-tasting nectar. She watched intently as he licked his fingers clean. Laura spread her legs for him as he lowered his head between them.
He let his tongue explore her as her hips gyrated from the attention he gave to her clit. Dave started slow, flattening his tongue as he began licking in broad strokes. He increased the speed and intensity slowly, taking time to slide his index and middle fingers inside her. As he quickened his licks and his finger thrusts, he began to curl his fingers up against her as he withdrew them.
“Oh my god, oh my god, Dave,” she cried out.
Laura moaned louder, but Dave didn’t care. He settled into his quickened pace, using his shoulders to curl Laura’s legs up and fucking her with his fingers as hard and fast as he could. He grasped Laura’s clit between his lips and sucked it while running his tongue along the length of it. After a few moments he felt her body tighten and convulse, and she grabbed the back of his head. Dave didn’t stop. He kept the pace up until her body tightened again, following her first orgasm with a second. Then he slowed, eventually coming to a stop as she worked to catch her breath.
Dave licked his fingers clean and leaned back on the carpet, watching as Laura breathed heavily. She was still spread-eagle before him, the wetness from her cunt covering her inner thighs and running down to her ass. It was one of the most beautiful things he’d seen.
After they caught their breath and cleaned up in the bathroom, Laura went down to finish getting the drinks for her and Marcy. Dave closed the browser and turned off his computer before joining the women outside. He felt refreshed and ready to enjoy a good afternoon swim.