THE SATELLITE DISH

Thursday, April 12, 2007
                                       THE SATELITE DISH

         The names of those involved have been changed to protect no one.

Loser put his tools away. “ That should just about do it.” he muttered. Down he climbed and walked to the garage to put away his toolbox and grab a beer.

Walking into the house he shed his clothes on the way to the bedroom. He lie down upon the bed opening the drawer on the nightstand so he could grab the astroglide and the remote.

Loser had the house to himself all week. His wife was away on business in Holland and he never felt happier. Not that he didn’t love her. They never fought. She let him go out and never complained if he was out late. Never asked if he was with another women. She loved to have sex though it was not as wild as he would like.

For instance she did not like porn, strip clubs, blowjobs, or any other hole than her cunt.

Still she was downright stunning to look at, not just her face and those full lips that would not wrap themselves around him, her high razor cheekbones, long muscular arms, long slender fingers. Her strong shoulders, her amazing curves, round tight ass, her strong legs and beautiful calves. Her stomach was flat with a little tight pooch, her breast just the right size with large brown nipples.
Her body was lithe and tight yet soft also. So very tall.

The area between her legs was well trimmed, with just a hint of purple and tight



Loser knew he was a lucky man. She stayed in shape, dressed elegantly even in her lingerie. She was affectionate, intelligent, and with a sex drive that blew his away.

Still he had desires that he would never fulfill with a real person. So he decided fuck it I can modify my dish and get all those adult channels.

So he got in his car drove to the electronic store and got what he needed. Then to Fantasy to get what else he needed. All week. “Maybe,” he thought to himself “I will even get on the computer and see if I can find somebody to come over.”

So here he was, naked and alone. Television turned on, Loser turned on.

The first channel was the only channel he watched. He had no reason to go any further. It had all he needed to see. More than he needed.

On the screen a tall dark haired woman, an open kimono, draped low around her hips. A man sitting in an expensive chair says something to her. She drops the kimono. She is stunning , her back , ass, legs, and curves look so much like his wifes that he instantly is erect.

She gets on all fours head down stretching her back her ass spread in the air her pussy wet and she crawls to him and puts her face in his lap fingering her ass.

He is amazed she looks so much like his wife doing what he wishes she would do.
She looks up , face partially covered by her hair, her face even looks like his wifes,
Then she laughs, a deep , husky , beast like laugh. He instantly get soft.

It is his wife. On the tv, with some other man , doing what she won’t do with him.
He just sits and stares not knowing what to do say or feel. Hell he does not even know if he is sane.
End of part 1