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Pissed off at his wife who turned him down once again, Jim decided to take things into his own hands literally. After spurning him for the fifth time this week, she announced she was going to take a nap and set her alarm for an hour later.

Jim headed downstairs frustrated at his situation.

Reaching the bottom step, he came up with a plan. However, it is not to finally convince his wife to give in, but to at least, solve the problem throbbing between his legs. He headed out to his workbench and grabbed a few items, came into their den and turned on the VCR. Searching behind several layers of tapes, he pulled out his favorite porn flick, put it into the VCR and pushed the rewind button.

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He snuck back upstairs and opened his bottom drawer, pulling some items from beneath the sweaters. Carefully closing the bedroom door, he eased back down the stairs. The tape had fully rewound and after a bit of searching, Jim found the remote control and turned on the TV. He then started the tape and fast-forwarded over the intro and the plot led in. In a few seconds, he was watching a man and woman beginning to undress.

Jim pulled his shorts and underwear down his legs and over his tennis shoes. Then he pulled off his shirt and while watching the woman on screen begin to give the well-hung man a blowjob he began to toy with his nipples.

Horny as he was, his cock immediately snapped to attention. Before he reached down to touch it, Jim glanced at his watch. Eighteen minutes had passed.

Wow…

He knew he needed to hurry. He reached down his right hand and made a loose fist around his shaft. He continued toying with his nipple quickly stroking his cock as he watched the TV.

Normally, he would delay his orgasm to try to correspond with the cumshot in the movie, but he didn’t have time now. Well, not enough time really, if he was to complete his plan.

The woman onscreen was spreading her legs for the man to eat her out. This was one of Jim’s favorite things to watch, so he zoned in as the man’s tongue lapped up her glistening juices.

His hand moved furiously, as the woman moaned in beautifully choreographed delight and long before the woman came, Jim shot his wad up onto his chest.

Grabbing a towel, he dabbed his semen off his chest, noticing its odd aroma… something like Comet. After cleaning himself up, he fast-forwarded the movie to the cumshot and watched the man’s ample cock spray the woman’s face in its off-white stickiness.

Jim let the tape continue as another couple began undressing each other. These two were outside, undressing next to the man’s red Camaro. Jim glanced at his watch, noting that twenty-seven minutes had passed.

He needed to hurry.

Watching the woman sit on the hood of the car and spread her legs as the man kneeled down with his face bobbing up and down; Jim began to stroke himself again. Knowing it would take longer to come this time he moved his hand quickly over his shaft, while his other hand gently squeezed his balls. The action on screen continued and Jim watched the woman now slide her mouth over the man’s enormous cock as he leaned back against the car.

Jim continued and this time, he was able to time his climax to coincide with the stunning on screen cumshot. When he came, he moved his hand slowly while his semen splashed into his pubic hair. Quickly cleaning up, Jim moved both hands to his nipples, working to coax another erection out of his now pink cock.

On the TV, a woman in a French Maid costume was entering a motel room where a man was on his bed masturbating. Jim watched the maid’s initial surprise and then her greedy smile as she took the cock into her mouth.

Grabbing a vibrator and a massager, Jim turned both on and held them to his cock. The vibrations, combined with the on screen image of the French Maid toying with her pussy as she sucked the man off soon had Jim hard again.

He glanced at his watch and noticed that 39 minutes had passed. Kicking the massager and the vibrator to high, he moved them all over his balls and cock while his eyes remained glued to the TV. The maid was naked now, straddling the man and bouncing up and down. Jim surprised himself as he came before the maid coaxed her man to spray her face with his jism.

Jim rushed to the refrigerator, opened a beer and took a long swig. He then quickly moved back to the sofa and honed in on the TV. Two women were rubbing their breasts together as he reached over to what he called the cuminator, a half horsepower electric vibratory sander.

Holding it up, Jim positioned a towel on his flaccid, red cock. He then placed the rubber pad of the sander over the towel and then wanting to inhibit the noise, he placed another towel over the sander. The women were now rubbing their pussies together while toying with their breasts and nipples. Jim took a breath and flipped on the switch.

He was immediately slapped with an incredible vibration that he would feel all over his cock, his balls and through to his asshole. Holding the sander firm on his shaft, he felt his cock harden in response to the incredible sensation rolling over him. His whole body vibrated and he found it a bit difficult to keep the scene on the TV in complete focus. The women were locked tightly in 69 as they writhed and moved around. He wished he could hear the sound over the sander, but it was simply too loud.

Jim concentrated hard on the sensation coursing the lower half of his body, especially on his cock. In a few minutes, he felt the pressure building in his balls and as the women on screen were breaking out a double dildo, he came, this time oozing his cum into the towel. He immediately turned off the sander and cleaned up what little semen had dribbled from his aching cock.

Glancing at his watch, he confirmed that fifty-four minutes had passed. Four times in an hour… So he still had it, he thought, remembering his college days. Then he carefully pulled his underwear over his throbbing cock and then finished dressing.

He tiptoed up the stairs and returned the vibrator and massager to his dresser drawer. He then quietly slipped back downstairs and returned the sander to his workbench in the garage.

Returning to the living room, he stopped the video tape and turned the TV to a baseball game. He returned the porn tape to its hiding place.

Just as he leaned back on the couch with his beer to watch the game, he heard the alarm go off upstairs. In a few minutes, his wife appeared and instead of complaining about him lounging around, she sat down next to him and snuggled under one of his arms.

“I’m sorry about the way I have been lately. I don’t know what it can be, but I promise I’ll do better.”

“Oh it’s okay honey, I understand,” he lied.

“Come on, let’s go upstairs and make love,” she whispered.

Choking on the beer, he quickly sat up and turned to her. His head spun as he wondered what he could do.

“Okay, you go on upstairs and get ready for me. I’ll be there in a minute.”

She smiled at him and stood up. She swayed her hips noticeably as she walked up the stairs.

Jim chugged the last of his beer and then, like a man heading to a firing squad, followed her.