My Polyamorous Girl Pt. 05

Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn

Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy.

There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic people I know!"

I'd never seen any signs of Tethys being attracted to women, and she herself wouldn't have considered that part of her repertoire either, but when Sonia was with Henri, she became extremely turned on by her. They tended to do a pretty thorough video documentation of these encounters, and I had a front row seat, as often as I wanted to watch. And to my surprise, I did want to watch. The reasons were surprisingly varied. It wasn't for novelty, that wore off after the first few weeks.

There's no denying that Sonia was a spectacular, breathtakingly beautiful woman. Tethys described Sonia as flawless as a woman can be, and after extremely close and critical analysis of every video I'd seen, every angle, every closeup, every lingering action shot, I could find nothing in that statement to disagree with. Not only was she gorgeous, she was exquisitely sexual. Even bisexual. She may not have had Tethys' endurance, or capacity for repeated drawn out fucking, but from the standpoint of beauty, talent, and raw desire, she was unsurpassed.

Sonia's personality was something to behold as well: strong willed, confident, and irreverent, with a strong sense of the absurd, and a conviction that everything is absurd. She tended to get what she wanted, and what she wanted was fun. For her, Tethys was fun. In every video I saw, Tethys was the center of attention, but Sonia was the dominant force. She was petite, shorter than Tethys, although not quite as slender. She had the compact build of a former gymnast, and the explosive energy to match. Her face was that perpetually youthful shape, round without being pudgy, a mouth that turned up towards her cheeks in a natural smile, framed by full, luscious lips that needed no added color, they were the same ebony black shade as the rest of her smooth, shiny flawless skin. Her big doe eyes, with a hint of that almond Asian shape added to the playful impression. Her short hair was barely enough to show an afro texture, it emphasized the sleek lines of her body, as did her shaved pussy. Her breasts were not overly large, just a bit bigger than Tethys', but they were prominent, with sharp pointy nipples that looked like the could cause damage if they stabbed you. Tethys had insisted they were all natural. I'd call them "pert." Her body and her personality seemed totally matched, and she was fun to watch.

It was also fun to watch Sonia and Tethys ganging up on Henri together. He had a huge, embarrassingly large cock, and Sonia had somehow learned how to take it all the way down her throat. Tethys wanted to learn. The view of Sonia coaching Tethys on Henri's cock was wonderfully exciting. Tethys had promised I'd get to meet her in person at some point, and I was hoping for the chance, but it didn't happen right away. I had a nice long vacation with Tethys over Christmas, and used up a lot of my accumulated vacation time. Sonia had been traveling during that period, and Henri was swamped, and they didn't even make it to visit Tethys. By the time their Monday schedule settled out again, I was back at work, saving up my PTO hours. Eventually it would happen, Tethys remained confident of that.

In the meantime, through the winter of 2019, and as spring approached, our schedule was stable, predictable, and enjoyable. Whenever we were at my place or hers, the clothes were off. She was rapidly turning me into a bona fide nudist. Sometimes the days were warm enough for us to spend a little naked time in my back yard, but it wasn't often, and even with a surrounding concrete wall, the location wasn't optimal. I was looking forward to the warm weather as much as she was.

We had spent the morning fucking pretty intensely on a Sunday in March, and we had a collection of Tethys' favorite porn videos for inspiration. Some of them featured her with me, some her with Carl, some her with Sonia and Henri, and there were a few more professionally made ones as well. Ours were best, of course. It was fun not only to watch skilled fucking and sucking, it was also fun to heckle the pros when their passion was so obviously fake. That's why ours were better. The production values might not have been as polished, but the passion, the eroticism, and even the humor, were all real. Still, Tethys had done some major weeding out of her collection, and the ones that remained were pretty good. Some of them, I'm still convinced, featured genuine orgasms, and truthfully-expressed joy from their sexual protagonists.

I'd cum twice that morning -- I was getting noticeably better with practice, both in my recovery time and my semen volume, and I was proud of myself. Tethys was proud of me too. We'd done our noon run of four miles, doffed our clothes again on our return, and had a nice leisurely lunch together, during which we discussed topics, of all things, a nonsexual nature. We were, in fact, talking about nature, and planning a trip the following weekend into the Texas Hill Country to enjoy the annual Bluebonnets. They were at the peak of their blossoming about now.

We had begun to once more gaze hungrily into one another's eyes, and I decided to propose some naked cavorting in the back yard now that there was some direct sunlight shining on it. There was a small risk of us being visible through some of the neighbor's second-story windows, but there was plenty of area in the yard that was shielded enough for sex, although we could potentially be glimpsed heading to and from the protected area. I thought it was a risk worth taking, and Tethys was eager for some sunlight on her bare skin.

The doorbell rang, followed by three moderate taps on the door. This was unexpected. All my family and our friends knew to call in advance of their visits. They'd been good about respecting that rule. Nobody from my work was going to show up unannounced on a Sunday, and any contacts that Tethys had from her business would go to her apartment, not my house. It had to be solicitors of some kind. Political, religious, or sales, I tended to be gruff with them. I decided to ignore the visitors, and allow them to leave on their own, but Tethys gave me a mischievous smile. There was a closet in the entry hall where we hung a couple of bathrobes in the rare event that we had to open the door to someone without having time to dress first. We normally used them for fast food delivery service, but they usually hung idle. Tethys went up to the door and called out "Hold on a minute!" and gathered the robes, handing me one. I sighed, wondering what game she wanted to play. Once our robes were wrapped and tied, she opened the door as if she owned the place.

"May we help you?" she asked of the afternoon air.

Our guests were three somewhat middle-aged and matronly ladies, casually but neatly dressed, one carrying a clipboard and another holding a book. Not Mormons, I thought to myself. Maybe Jehovah's Witnesses? I didn't have much familiarity with the various groups that made the rounds of these neighborhoods looking for votes, donations, or souls.

"Hi, I'm Donna Sanchez with the Women's Moral Empowerment Ministry, and if you have a few minutes we would be honored if we could give you some information about the damage that pornography does to women in society."

I instinctively checked my robe to make sure I was thoroughly and modestly covered. I tweaked the wrap just a little to close it up more. Tethys and I wore matching robes, light brown, comfortably fuzzy, and of the same size. On Tethys, the robe was almost baggy, extending down to mid shin, and covering not only her arms, but almost her entire hands. Cinched completely around by the tied belt, it showed no offensive flesh below the neck. I felt that she was as well protected from a bluenose as she could possibly be.

I opened my mouth to dismiss the ladies so that we could continue our day, but Tethys turned to me with a look that I had rarely seen, one that would give any man pause -- maybe even morality crusaders, if they were to see it as well. There was a glint in her eye and a small tweak at the end of her mouth, an air that struck me as both amused and a little predatory. When she turned back to them, she was as sweet as could be. She introduced us by our first names, and responded in a voice that suggested great interest.

"I would love to hear what you have to say, girls. It sounds like it could be important. I'm not really familiar with the issue, though, would you like to come in and explain it to me?"

She was inviting them in? I wasn't prepared for this. I fought the urge to facepalm, instead, I tried to project a pleasant, patient impression and backed away. At this moment, I knew the house, and especially the floor, belonged to Tethys.

"Forgive our outfits, I know it's a little inappropriate for having guests over, but we had just gotten back from a long run, and we were still in the middle of freshening up," she smiled, brushing back her tousled hair.

"Oh, of course. We don't want to inconvenience you, maybe we can come back later?"

"Not at all, this is the best time, if you don't mind our appearance. And I'm sure what you have is too important to wait for later."

We led the ladies into the kitchen, where they sat at the table. Tethys offered them drinks.

"I can make some tea if you like, I'm sorry we don't have any coffee ready right now. We have water and juice at the moment."

The visitors asked for water, and Tethys poured five glasses, handing them three, one for me, and leaning comfortably against the counter to sip on hers.

"We have a brochure and an information sheet that explains how insidious pornography is," Donna began. "It affects millions of women, subjecting them to violence and abuse daily."

"That's terrible!" nodded Tethys. She picked up an information sheet and begin to read down the list. One of the ladies handed me a copy as well. It listed the negative affects of pornography on women:

1. Encourages violence against women by portraying them as objects to be used.

2. Distorts real relationships by presenting an unrealistic view of sex and gender roles.

3. Enslaves women by trapping them into an abusive culture, forcing them to perform under the threat of violence or abandonment.

4. Causes addiction, leading those who view it to demand ever more extreme and intense portrayals, ultimately resulting in a loss of control, drugs, turning good men into rapists, child molesters, and even murderers.

5. Deceives people into false expectations of sex, expecting their partners to be able to do the acts they see on screen, when real people have neither the desire nor ability to measure up. This subsequently leads to frustration and then anger of men towards their partners, leading to discord, infidelity, anger, and even violence.

6. Humiliates women and destroys their self esteem and their ability to view themselves as equal partners in a relationship.

There was more, and I didn't keep the material so I'm not repeating it word for word, but this was the gist as Tethys and I understood it.

"This looks damning," Tethys shook her head. "You'll have to excuse my ignorance here, because I haven't been exposed to this stuff, so I guess I'm just naive."

"Consider yourself lucky," Donna leaned forward, "and your husband must be a man of good moral character to not have tried to force that trash on you." The other women nodded their agreement. "Most men become addicted at some point in their lives, unless they're very strong."

"Oh, he's not like most men," Tethys grinned in my direction.

"This does all sound kind of scary," she turned back to the women. "I would think that anyone who was exposed to that kind of material would be just miserable."

"They are, they all are eventually," Donna continued. "But it's insidious. It traps you. They make it sound healthy and exciting at first."

"How do they do that?"

"By making it look cool and glamorous," another of the ladies, whose name I think was Vicki, added. "They put the girls in fancy makeup and nice clothes, which they don't even own, by the way, and put them in exotic settings or even mansions, so it looks like rich and successful people are doing those things."

"Interesting," Tethys looked thoughtful. "So in real life, rich and successful people don't act like that, and the news stories we hear about millionaires and celebrities having affairs and the orgies they go to are just fake news?"

"Well, they might, but they aren't normal good people. They're debauched, and lost," Vicki replied sadly.

"So do you think it's pornography that leads people to admire millionaires and celebrities and want to emulate them, or is it more the regular media and TV shows that glorify their lifestyles?"

"They're the same people," Donna insisted. "The media glorifies pornography and debauchery, and a lot of these celebrities are pornographers themselves!"

"Ah, I see," Tethys nodded. "So when you lump them together like that, then we see that the media itself IS pornography, so the idea is to get us all addicted to porn!"

"Yes, exactly right!" cried Vicki triumphantly.

"So if I'm watching Big Bang Theory or Game of Thrones, I'm watching pornography?"

"I think so," said Vicki.

"In a way," mused Donna.

"I'm so grateful I haven't gotten addicted to either show, then. Taylor, looks like we dodged a bullet!" Tethys was grinning at me again.

Donna could tell she was on the verge of losing her audience. The third lady, Beverly, I believe, had been silent so far, and she was resting her chin on her hand with a thoughtful expression.

"I think we've gotten off on a bit of a tangent," Donna tried to right the ship. "Not everything the pornographers do is pornography itself, it's more like a gateway drug to lure you into their world."

"I can see that," nodded Tethys. "Like smoking pot always leads to heroin or meth."

"Yes!" they all agreed.

"And heroin and meth lead to addiction, and inevitably violent crime."

"Yes!"

"Preach it, Sister!" I cheered silently.

"And drinking beer always leads to hard liquor, and then alcoholism, and eventually the robbing of liquor stores."

"Ummm..." The trio now looked rather unsure.

"Well, not always," Beverly said quietly.

Tethys was ready to move on. "I'm just trying to find similar examples that I can compare to, so I can understand where you're coming from with all this," Tethys continued innocently. "I'm just picking out things that strike me at the moment. What about number five here, gives false expectations about what kinds of sex acts are possible?"

"Yes, that's a bad one," Donna agreed. "Pornography depicts people in all kinds of impossible positions, or doing things that look like fun on the screen but are actually uncomfortable or painful in real life. Or they pretend that women actually enjoy... you know... with their mouths... Oh, I can't say it."

"Tasting..." Vicki chimed in. Beverly nodded.

"Or they have the women all twisted up in these strange postures... The point is that women don't really like that stuff, or can't actually even physically do it, but the men who watch it see them pretending to, and then they expect the women to, and can get angry or even violent when they won't."

"So basically pornography shows women who are exceptionally talented and practiced sexual athletes, and a regular person should have a warning to 'don't try this at home.' Is that what you're getting at?"

"Yeah, I guess," Donna agreed doubtfully.

"So Taylor here is a big sports fan," Tethys had that predatory look focused on me now. Oh, geez, I didn't want to be involved here.

"He loves watching professional basketball," (I didn't really) "and he's an amateur track and field runner. But the professionals are way more skilled than he is. So lets say we were teammates that love to play basketball together, or to run track together. Would Taylor be influenced by watching professional athletes to expect me to have the same skills the pros do? Would he be disappointed or angry at me if I couldn't consistently make a three-point shot, or run a mile in four minutes? Might that lead to violence?"

"It's not the same thing, Honey" Donna sounded a little condescending now.

"How isn't it? You're basically just talking about how a video raises false expectations of a woman by her man, when anybody with a sense of reality knows that people who do a thing for a living, or who have dedicated lots of time and effort into a skill will perform that skill better than those who haven't made it to the elite ranks. It shouldn't matter what the skill is, whether it's sexual or track and field. And by the way, shouldn't a woman be just as angry at her man, then, when he doesn't have the same skill level or physical qualities that a male porn star would?"

"It's not the same thing!" Donna insisted. "Sex is not basketball!"

"What is it, then?"

"Sex is the physical manifestation of God's love between a man and a woman, for bringing forth children into the world and for blessing the state of Holy Matrimony!"

"Ah," Tethys nodded. "That's a good point. I think you've arrived at the heart of the matter. Because by your definition, then, pornography is not sex. No more than is basketball."

"But it pretends to be!" Donna whined.

"And sometimes I pretend to play basketball," Tethys laughed. "I fail miserably at it, but nobody is harmed and no expectations are betrayed."

She jumped back to the list. "So what about number two, and the distorting of gender roles? What does that mean?"

Donna was starting to sound frustrated. "It's the way that men and women are supposed to relate to each other. Where men can be men and women can be women, is the best way I can explain it."

"I think I see where you're going," Tethys said. "In other words, it portrays homosexuality of both men and women as normal and attractive?"

"Exactly, that's part of it." answered Donna. "And it also shows women as being dominant and aggressive, and wanting to be in charge of sex, which is not really true."

"So if two women are lesbians and want to behave sexually towards one another, or two men decide to have gay sex, that's a result of pornography? If a woman feels sexually aggressive towards a man and say, wants to be on top of him, that because of pornography?"

"Eeeww, gross!" Vicki hunched toward the table.

"Suppose, just suppose, that my 'husband' and I wanted to make a video of us having sex the way we normally do, and share it with another couple who enjoys doing the same thing, and suppose it's my idea because it excites me for whatever reason -- am I now the victim of violence? Have I lost my self esteem? Am I no longer an equal partner in the relationship? Is our view of sex unrealistic, or is it the reality of our sex life?"

"You've become debauched and debased, and you've definitely lost your self-esteem!" Donna burst out in a disgusted tone.r"

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