Paul:
The disaster that was last weekend seemed to go on for ages. Rebecca, my wife, was pissed off by not getting the extra sex she wanted and probably needed. I didn't get anything at all; my wife refused to have anything to do with me at all. Steve being an asshole stopped me from watching Rebecca get screwed by Tony. I had no option but to throw myself into work, which was going well. The quicker I got it finished, after all, the faster life would return. Working all the hours, though, made me pretty horny when I finished work.
I was in a bit of a bind with entertainment. I had no money to do anything, the building had no wifi, and I could not afford anything except the cheapest phone contract with almost no data. Working for a bank, I could not even hotspot my phone into the bank system. I thought about using the laptop the bank provided me for about five seconds. Anything on there that was dodgy, like porn, was an automatic dismissal. In my position, that would screw me for the rest of my life, not just this job, as it was my only entry.
My only solution was to fake entry to Starbucks. I would pick up an empty cup outside, sneak in and use their wifi on my phone. It was still limited as Starbucks had a blacklist. But better than nothing. Then I had a lucky experience. Someone was in the other flats using a dongle to host their internet. For some stupid reason, they took off the password so that through the walls, I could connect up. I hooked up my spare old laptop and downloaded 20 videos or more from PornHub and other sites.
That's when I saw the Italian pornstar Zelda G for the first time. I initially saw her from behind; she had the same tattoo on the bottom of her back as my wife, Rebecca. Intrigued, I waited to see the rest of her, and I was shocked to see that she looked identical in every detail to my wife. She has a similar face, nose, cheeks, and hair colour. Size of breasts, overall height and weight. Honestly, she looked so similar that I wondered if my wife had a career I wasn't aware of. Until the credits rolled, and I saw that she was in Italy.
I became fixated. It was too late to use the dongle, as it was gone the following evening. So I tried all the free Wi-Fi I could find to search for her. I even took a chance to search for her on a straight entertainment site on my work laptop. I watched the three films I had of her over and over again. Ultimately, I figured I would have to wait until I went home and could use the wifi at our house to search. Time dragged slowly, and my fixation became worse. I watched the phone when I woke up at four in the morning.
You might find this odd, watching some porn star and having to see more of her, but this was my wife here. I had waited two whole years from my first aborted date with my eventual wife to a proper one that snagged her. I had watched guys kiss her, grope her and make her come at bars. I'd seen her suck cocks, take them in her pussy and her ass, sometimes all at the same time, Mostly before we had our first proper date. Mostly at ten or twenty yards distance, so the details were sketchy.
Here, Zelda G, my wife on the screen, was doing things I had seen my wife do in real life. Except this, it was in minute detail. A cock was plunging in and out of her ass, filling half the screen. That face was being pulled on and off a big black cock. Saliva, just like I had seen dripping off my wife's chin, was dripping onto the camera as she was stretched in every way imaginable. I just had to watch it all, knowing there was more to watch made me into a zombie. I just had to watch it, no matter what.
Tony:
I still could not believe that my colleague had such a hot wife or that she was such a great fuck. I checked Paul out, following him into the canteen, where he ate alone. I ensured he didn't see me by doing the following on our internal CCTV. I checked out his laptop, hoping for some leverage, but the only thing I found after a couple of weeks was a lookup of a porn actress, Zelda G. It was on a straight entertainment site; he could say it was a mistake if pressed. When I got home, I looked up her name, who looked like his wife.
I needed more, so when I got an access request on his behalf, I thought I could trap him. He needed to see the main data files kept on the mainframe. He could not even have them from his laptop as they were on a different circuit. So, I saw an opportunity. The mainframe access was on an old computer, a big, clunky terminal in the computer room. You didn't even sign on, access was physical, it was in a secure room which only the few could get to. I stuck spyware and a hidden webcam and moved the CCTV camera so it showed the user and the PC.
Paul:
My boss gave me better access to do my work, but I had to use an old PC in the machine room. It wasn't exciting, as I couldn't even bring coffee. I extracted my data directly from the server, downloaded it to the PC, and then put it on a stick to transfer to my laptop. On my third evening working there, I discovered the old PC had an internet connection. It was a bit convoluted, but you could do it. Three or four guys took it in turn to use the PC, so I figured I was pretty safe.
My desperation to see more of Zelda G overtook me. On Thursday evening, I worked late; nobody was around, and I felt safe. I loaded the stick, accessed the Internet and started downloading her films. I managed to fit twenty on my stick and closed down everything after deleting my tracks. When I got home that night, I watched four films end to end, masturbating furiously. It was just like my wife Rebecca was there on screen taking those dicks. Just like it was when I watched her on holiday.