Younger, Tighter, Better

Watching such slutty, nasty girls taking it so rough, seeing them treat cocks with such loving worship, seeing them take it hard in every hole, hearing them spit such dirty talk... it was like discovering there was a whole new world out there. He couldn't get enough.

As the filth ratcheted up, Evan got more and more into it. This came to a peak when watching the scenes featuring men cheating on their wives, cheating with hotter, sexier, bustier and by all visual standards, better women. There was just something so sizzlingly hot about that. Just ignoring all the things that makes an actual marriage function, the meshing of two hearts, two personalities. Sure, looks played a part, but what brought two people together was whether they were kindred spirits. But to ignore all that, to trade that all in for a woman who is simply cosmetically superior, a woman who is more gorgeous, has much bigger, much better breasts, a rounder juicier ass, longer, firmer legs... being that irresponsible, being that reckless... it was a huge turn-on for the sheltered married man.

He had been raised to do everything right. Treat women with respect and love. But now, seeing the total opposite of this, seeing men supposedly being so callous to their wives in exchange for good pussy, it was an addicting thing to see. He couldn't get enough.

Evan loved his wife completely, and he would never cheat on her. But he couldn't get those sexual fantasies those porn movies had inspired out of his head. They were so hot, so raw, so sexy, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Even though his wife had asked to stop with the porno stuff, it was those images that were playing in his head when he fucked his wife. It was those images that made him lose control. It was those porn sluts that made him cum, not his wife.

In his sheltered world, being with someone like Diana was like being with sexual fire. She was so willing and so open to trying new things in the bedroom, she just seemed like the perfect coach for someone like Evan, to bring him along in the world of sex. But now, after watching these movies, it seemed like there was a whole new world out there. And the lessons Diana taught him were starting to seem rather tame in comparison.

Diana was very pretty and quite fit and slim, but she didn't compare to those women in those movies. Evan obviously knew that those porn stars were fetishized, idealized women. He still couldn't help but compare them to his wife, not only with looks, but with style and sexual charisma. Those women on screen fucked like a whirlwind, like a hurricane in the bedroom. And Diana, she fucked like a gentle breeze.

Evan began to wonder if he was missing out.

Those porn stars used their luscious bodies as weapons, weapons designed to make men explode. And they were very good at it. And Diana, she didn't have the weapons to match up. She didn't have the round butt or massive rack built to pleasure men in the visceral, raw way they were pleasured in the movies. Evan could never experience that pleasure with Diana. He could never get that pleasure in real life. Only in his fantasies.

This is what brought Evan back to the porn store. He couldn't stop thinking about the images he had seen. Those images were so raw and hot and sexy that they were practically addicting to the naïve husband.

It wasn't so bad that he wanted to indulge this new interest, right? It was something new, a shiny new toy. Diana had wanted to take the porn out of their bedroom, but it would be a lie if she claimed she didn't like what the porn had brought out in him. She had enjoyed how vigorous their lovemaking had become once the nasty imagery got in Evan's blood. So it wouldn't be the worst thing for Evan to keep a secret porn collection. Diana would get to reap the benefits, and she would be none the wiser.

What's the worst that could happen?

He kept his head down, still slightly nervous at being caught. He had to calm himself down. It wasn't like his folks would leap out from around the corner and shame him for being here. He was there for a little bit, scanning the shelves, his eyes feasting on all the exposed boobs and butts. There was so much to choose from that he couldn't decide what he wanted. He wasn't there long when someone spoke to him, catching his attention.

"Hi." The cheery female voice said. Evan looked up and recognized the same girl from before, the red-head that worked there. Evan was again taken aback by this young woman's outfit. She was wearing a blood-red tank top, a low-cut one, showing off the pale, creamy skin of the tops of her breasts and her deep cleavage. She wore matching-lip-stick, and Evan noticed she had her ears, lip, nose, and tongue all pierced. Typically, Evan didn't like this look, but for her, it kinda worked. It fit her goth image. Her red-hair really contrasted with her creamy skin, making it look striking.

Down below, she again wore those big, chunky, shiny leather combat boots. She wore a skirt with straps and metal loops adorning it. It was a jarring look, something out of a world Evan didn't know anything about. It was striking and shocking, but somehow, yet again, the look worked for her.

"Oh, uh, hi." Evan said nervously.

"You were in here a few days ago, weren't you?" she asked, pointing at him. "With your wife, right?"

"Uh, yeah." Evan said, nodding.

"Okay, I remember you guys." Jade said. "So... did you like the movies you bought?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, they were pretty good." Evan said. "Some of them were, anyway." he added, remembering the softer stuff Diana bought on her second trip here. He didn't really care for that stuff.

"Which ones did you like better?" Jade asked.

"Uh, I don't know..." Evan said, unsure how open he could be.

"Oh, c'mon. You can tell me." Jade said. "Did you like the softer stuff, or did you like the stuff that's a little more... rough?"

"Mmm, well, I don't know..." Evan stammered. Jade saw the apprehension in his eyes.

"You liked the rough stuff, didn't you?" she said, smiling wide. Evan blushed. Jade reached out and put her hand on his arm. "It's okay. I'm with you. I can't stand that weak-ass shit."

"Oh. Okay." Evan said.

"So, what did you like?" Jade asked. "Now, I think I remember what movies you guys got, and some of them got pretty gnarly. And looking at you, and knowing that you liked some of the rougher stuff, I'm guessing the rough stuff is what really got you hot under the collar. And the hottest scenes in any of those movies, in my opinion, are the scenes where the guy is cheating on his wife."

Jade noticed his eyes flash as she hit his tastes right on the head. Jade smiled and continued, knowing she had him on the hook.

"There's just something about those scenes, isn't there? A guy, so trying to be loyal, but so obviously in need of something new. Something better. And then some total slut comes up, and she just doesn't give a fuck. She just goes for it, she just goes for the man she wants, and she just drives him wild. Just puts it all out there, like a total slut." Jade purred, putting some extra oomph on the word slut. "There's just something about that. A girl being so... aggressive, so forceful, so slutty, not caring that a guy is married. Stealing another woman's man, proving that she is so much better than his stupid, boring, ugly wife. God, that stuff always makes me cum so hard!"

"Yeah." Evan agreed. While Evan was taken aback by how open she was, he was too distracted by her sizzling descriptions of those scenes to really react. Jade saw the heat in the married man's eyes, and she knew he was as turned on as she was. She looked up at him, nipples pointed out through her top.

"You know, they've got entire movies built around that kind of thing. Just think, hours and hours of men cheating on their stupid, plain wives with the hottest, sluttiest, bustiest sluts they can find." Jade said.

"Really?" Evan asked, surprised but relieved that this kind of thing had an audience, that he wasn't weird for enjoying it.

"Yeah, they are my absolute fave'." Jade said. She led him down the aisles of porn DVD's before reaching over to scoop a few up. She kept her legs straight as she did, jutting out her round butt at the married man, her skirt rising up her thighs, exposing more of her creamy pale skin. "They're called 'You're So Much Better Than my Wife'. It has it all. Young sluts, old sluts, sluts of every kind, really, fucking married men, making them admit that what they can offer is so much better than what their wives can. It's just...awesome. Here are volumes 9-12. These are the hottest ones, in my opinion."

"I'm not so sure." Evan replied, looking at the DVD cases she just handed him. But his eyes widened as he looked at the back, seeing such gorgeous, filthy, nasty sluts going wild on some married cock. His eyes went wide, his breath deepened, and Jade smiled.

She knew she just made a sale.

*************

The image on the screen went to a video from the same camera of the store, the timestamp a couple days later. Diana kept watching, wondering where this was heading.

She watched Evan go into the store again. This time, he knew right where he was going. He went to the section Jade had led him to. He thumbed through the DVDs on the shelf, before grabbing a bunch of DVDs off the shelf. He went quickly to the cashier, where Jade was waiting.

She smiled and admired the stack of DVDs in his hands

"Wow, 'You're So Much Better Than my Wife' Volumes 1-8 and 13. Completing the set, huh?" Jade asked. She was wearing a pink tank top this time, which contrasted with her lacy, black skirt and black fishnets.

"Uh, yeah." Evan replied.

"That's some good shit, isn't it?" Jade asked.

"Yeah... I can't stop thinking about it." Evan admitted. "I can't get enough."

"Volume 13 is really good. It just came out. There's this one scene where this slut is making this married guy lick her asshole for, like, the whole scene. And by the end, he's talking about how he loves her butthole more than his wife. And it's, like, fucking... transcendent." Jade marveled.

"Oh..." Evan said, not sure what to say to that.

"Well, there is a lot more where this came from." Jade said, holding up the stack of DVD's. "And, if you're gonna be buying these in such heavy quantities, you really should get a membership card. You save money on everything you buy, plus, you get free shit. Overall, more filth for your buck."

Evan thought it over for a second. Would he really need a membership card at a porn store? Did he want a badge showing that he was a frequent customer at a porn store? What if someone found out? But then he remembered that nastiness within these movies, and how hot it got to him, and how he couldn't stop thinking about them. How watching these movies had been more sexually enjoyable than being in bed with his wife.

"Yeah, okay." Evan agreed, knowing he would be back again for more.

But the bad thing was, the slut on the other side knew he'd be back too.

**************

Diana wasn't sure if this girl was interested in her husband, or just a really good salesman. But, either way, she had Evan on the hook.

He began coming to the porn store practically daily, feeding his new found hobby. And there was footage of all of it, every time he entered the store, and each time, Jade was there.

Every time Evan entered, she smiled. Every time he was there, she made sure to chat him up. She would talk to him about how he liked the movies, and he became more open and willing to talk. He would talk more about specific scenes, and specific actresses. And she would recommend new movies, based on what he liked. But at times, it felt like she was guiding him along. It felt like Evan was simply a pliable ball of clay, and Jade was the one molding him, shaping him into the perfect man for her.

First, he bought up any movies centering around cheating husbands he could get his hands on. Once he was done with that, he moved on to other aspects of the movies he liked, other things he couldn't get enough of.

Every time he got too far off the plot, she pulled him back. For example, Evan started talking about how he liked slim, lithe, fit girls, but Jade turned the tables on him.

"Are you sure?" Jade asked. "Don't you like girls with big tits?" she said, jutting her chest out to him, beginning to put on the sales pitch. "I mean, those slim girls can be nice sometimes, but there is nothing quite like a pair of huge, soft, fleshy tits! If you'd ever been with a girl with massive tits, you'd never go back to anything else. Do you have any idea what it's like to practically drown in softness?"

Minutes later, he was walking out of the store, a copy of "Big Breasted Sluts Drive Men Nuts" tucked neatly in a bag.

The next time he was in, the footage showed Jade and Evan chatting in an otherwise empty store, their conversation looking more like one between friends than a saleswoman-customer one. But the subject matter was one most friends don't openly discuss.

"So, I know you're starting to get into really big boobs," Jade began, leaning against a shelf casually. "And I can't blame you for that, but you would be remiss if you ignored the booty."

"What?" Evan asked.

"You can never ignore the booty, Evan." she said with a laugh. "The butt... the ass. Evan, Evan, Evan... a girl's ass can be a work of art. You really need to train yourself to appreciate them. Like, look at me." she said, turning around. "Look at my butt, Evan."

"Um..." he stammered, not able to stop himself from glancing down. She was wearing a tight leather skirt which molded to her full round ass. Each round, full juicy cheek jutting outward, barely contained by the leather. It was as if she wore this tight skirt with the specific purpose of showing off her rear end. She reached back and slapped one of the round cheeks lightly, causing it to jiggle, arresting his vision.

"You see, I love my ass. I heard all the comments in school, girls calling me fat, thinking guys wanted a rail-thin type of girl. But trust me, once I got a man into bed and they got to experience this..." she said, pressing one finger into her leather-clad ass-cheek, the supple flesh indenting lightly. "Even the proudest of guys would follow me around like a puppy dog."

"Uh..." he said, not knowing how to respond.

"In the right hands, a girl can use her ass as a weapon. A simple shake..." she said, shaking her butt lightly from side-to-side. "Can drive a man to his knees. Girl's with those thin, weak, cute little butts can't get the job done. But when a girl has an ass like mine, an ass so round... and full... and juicy... and perfect..." she said, squeezing one of her ass-cheeks in her palm through the leather. "An ass like mine could break a man. Make him fall to his knees in worship. Make him want to squeeze the cheeks... kiss them..." she said, sliding her other hand down and grabbing the other cheek. "Maybe pull the cheeks apart and lick in-between."

Evan's eyes were rapt as she spoke, her hands miming her words, pulling her ass-cheeks apart slightly. The tension was broken as a man walked into the store. Jade turned around and smiled at Evan knowingly.

Minutes later, Evan walked out the door, "Ass Worship" Volumes 1-4 in his hands.

Another time, Evan started to admit he kinda liked moves with MILF's in them. But Jade was quick to reply.

"Are you sure? I mean, I don't know, aren't younger sluts kinda better? I mean, they have way more energy, they're prettier, their skin is just so smooth and silky and unblemished. They're, like, pulsing with need! And plus, there is nothing quite like a pair of big, teenage tits! Right?" Jade said proudly, pushing out her jugs subtly. Evan couldn't help but glance down at her chest, before looking back at her smiling face.

He walked out of the store with "Backdoor Teen Sluts" Volumes 1-4 in his hands.

Another time, they were talking about tattoos. Evan was saying how he liked girls without tattoos, that he thought tattoos were a bit trashy. Jade was happy to reply.

"But, that's kind of the point, right? The type of girl that is super hot, super slutty, that isn't the type to be afraid of. To mark their bodies permanently, and show off that they are not the girl next door. They are something more. I mean, look at me, I have tattoos, and I'm super slutty!"

"What?" Evan said, a bit taken aback.

"Yeah, here, look." she said, turning around and pulling up the hem of her shirt, exposing her tramp stamp to the married man. It was an ornate design, tendrils of the design trailing along the upper curves of her rear-end. Sprouting from these tendrils were hearts, but each one had a dagger going through each one. "I have other ones, too, but if you want to see those, you'll have to buy me a drink, first." she lilted.

Evan smiled nervously. Minutes later, he walked out of the door, "Emo Chicks Need Big Dicks" in hand.

On this next visit, they discussed hair color.

"I don't know." Jade began. "I think blondes are just a dime a dozen, you know? And I think brunettes are kinda plain. But red-heads, that's where it's at. Red-heads are filthy. Trust me." Jade marveled, shaking her hair. "I tell you, Evan, you get a red-head between the sheets, and you won't go back."

One less copy of "Fiery Redheads Need it Bad" remained in the store by the end of the day.

Diana was unsure if Evan was even aware that the young redhead was manipulating him. From afar, Diana could see her attraction to him with the way she acted and how she flirted with him. But Evan might be too naïve to see her intentions.

Unfortunately, he was about to.

**************

Evan was in the porno shop again, drifting in the aisles, looking for something to slake his new addiction. Deep down, he knew he was overdoing things. A married man shouldn't be buying this much porno. He shouldn't be spending this much money on such filthy things, especially when he knew he could find a lot of this stuff online for a lot less money. But, he kept coming back for more. He didn't know why, but he did. He couldn't get enough. He just kept ending up in this store.

Now, as he roamed the aisles, he didn't know what he wanted. He had seen so much over these past few weeks that things that would have driven him wild then now seemed like well-worn territory. He was looking for something new. Something fresh. Something hot.

"Undecided?" Jade asked, emerging from around the corner, startling the married man.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I guess." Evan replied. "Any recommendations, Jade?"

Jade smiled. She was wearing all-black, a black, low-cut tank top with some metal band logo on the front. She wore a frilly, all-black lace skirt, black fishnets, and her standard heavy, black, leather boots. Her black outfit and dark make-up was especially set-off by her creamy-pale skin.

"Is the same old stuff getting a bit old?" Jade asked.

"Well, yeah, it's like, I don't know, it's all still good. But I kinda want something more." Evan replied.

"I know exactly what you mean." Jade said. "There is only so much you can see before you need to step it up. You can only fantasize so much about before you need something... more."

With that Jade stepped forward and placed her hand on Evan's crotch, squeezing his swollen member. Evan jumped back, as if burned, and looked around, realizing he was alone with this younger girl.

"Oh, c'mon, Evan. There's no need to hide anything from me. Why do you think you keep coming back in here, day after day? It's not just for the porn. Face it, Evan, you've been coming in here for me." Jade argued.

"What? Of course not!" Evan replied.

"You have to admit the fact that I know more about you than your wife ever did. I know your secrets. The things you're afraid to tell her. You're not afraid to tell me. You've been open with me about your deepest, darkest most twisted fantasies, because you feel what I do. A connection, a burning, simmering attraction. A dark, depraved lust for a girl who is so different from your boring... stupid... ugly... wife." Jade said firmly, stepping forward again and taking his rock hard cock into her grip, squeezing it hard. "Mmm, I think baby likes what I have to say."