My Husband Wants Me to Date?: Cin's Discovery

by Laran Mithras

  She clicked the close button and drew in a ragged sigh. Wow, that was something.

  She glanced down the hall towards his office. I wonder what all he's been looking at? She got up and went to the kitchen. She poured another cup and headed into his office. Armed with a cup of black courage, she turned on his computer.

  A few minutes later, she began looking down his History tab. Some of the sites had to do with work or email. There were several YouTube links and news links. Then a long line of porn.

  She clicked one. A page came up showing different videos to click. There was one showing a nice-looking couple standing side-by-side. She clicked it, curious as to why any decent couple would be on a porn site.

  The woman was pretty, in a normal way. The husband was very handsome. They introduced themselves and were sitting on a couch. A moment later, a hunky-looking man came in and shook the husband's hand. The wife was smiling at both.

  Where's this going? She sipped her coffee.

  The wife got up and began to strip.

  Oh no. She isn't really going to… In front of her husband?

  Her mouth dropped open as the hunky man pushed the naked wife back and began eating her pussy.

  Cindy wasn't sure what was more shocking: that the wife was getting eaten in front of her husband by another man; or that the husband had pulled out his cock and appeared to be enjoying it.

  Is this what Rob thinks about? She squirmed in the chair.

  When the hunky man moved up and gripped his erection, Cindy gasped. It looked like he was going to fuck her. The man pushed his cock at the wife's pussy and began sliding in.

  Cindy's eyes bugged out and her breathing became ragged.

  The husband was smiling, stroking a very nice-looking erection while watching this hunky man fuck his wife. She breathed, "No way…"

  She watched the wife's mouth open in lust. The hunky man began pounding her, driving his cock into her pussy. She looked at the husband. He looked just as pleasured, his hand stroking his hard shaft.

  Cindy found herself rubbing herself through her shorts. Oh my goodness. But the fever of the video had gripped her. She put the coffee down and slid her hand down her shorts. She watched the husband jacking and she fingered her folds and clit. Delicious waves of electricity wound up her core. An ache developed in her pussy and she squirmed, trying to fill the void with something that wasn't there.

  I can't believe she's fucking that guy right in front of her husband. And he likes it!

  She frowned at the end when the hunky man pulled out and had the wife blow him. Then he leaned back and blew his load on her face. "That was rude."

  She clicked back to the video page. She scanned the names. Several had "hotwife" as part of the title. "Hotwife?"

  ~ ~ ~

  Flustered at the video and the stroking gif her husband had sent, she decided to stop before she became a feverish mess.

  She picked up her cell phone and dialed Julie. They had been friends for six years.

  "Hey Cin."

  "Hey. Am I interrupting anything?"

  "No. Kurt's mowing the lawn. What's up?"

  "I need some advice."

  "Oh, sure. Let me sit down." Fumbling sounds on the other end.

  Cindy sat on the couch in the living room.

  Julie said," Shoot."

  She drew a deep breath. "I… caught Rob looking at porn." There. It's a good introduction.

  "So?"

  "Uh, well… Should I be worried?"

  Julie giggled. "If it was gay porn."

  Cindy blinked several times.

  "Are you there? Ohmigod, was it really gay porn?" Julie sounded flabbergasted.

  "No! No… Sorry. No. I was sort of shocked. Gay porn?"

  Her friend laughed.

  Cindy said, "Not Rob, no. Definitely not Rob."

  "Well, that's a relief."

  "You know, my mother didn't seem to think porn was a big deal, either."

  "Well, it isn't."

  "But all those Lifetime movies about porn addiction—"

  Julie laughed. "You watch too much TV."

  Cindy frowned but didn't say anything.

  Her friend said, "What kind of porn was it?"

  "Oh… it was threesome porn."

  "Two women?" Her tone was suspicious and assuming.

  "No, two men."

  She giggled. "Kinky."

  Cindy laughed, but out of incredulity. "Does no one think this is a problem?"

  "Whoa, step back a minute, sister. Why does it have to be a problem?"

  "Porn is a problem!"

  "I imagine for some, it might be. Especially old women."

  Not my mother. "I'm not old."

  "No, you're not. Lighten up a little."

  "So... That means you and Kurt…"

  "Yes, and that's our business. We're happy."

  "I didn't mean to pry."

  "I assume you wanted advice on how to cure your husband of this supposed porn addiction you think he has?"

  Did I really sound that uptight? I guess it did, didn't it?

  "Are you there?"

  Cindy sighed. "Yes. I guess it was just a shock. I didn't think he needed it."

  "No one needs it. It's just fun, is all."

  "What about addiction?"

  "What about it? Anything is addictive. People have all kinds of different addictions. Some people are addicted to drinking human breast milk."

  Cindy coughed.

  Julie said, "I'm not kidding. Anyway, threesome kink? Yawn."

  She sounds serious. Am I making that big a deal out of it? "Oh, well…"

  "You've never thought about a threesome?"

  "No… Rob is all I need."

  "That's sweet, but, really?"

  "Really."

  "Kurt has a cheerleader fantasy. I've dressed up for it a couple times. Rah, rah, rah."

  She giggled. "Really?"

  "Mm hmm. It's fun once in a while."

  "What's yours?"

  "Oh, getting personal, are we?"

  "Aren't we?" Is she being serious?

  "Nothing too out there. I sometimes fantasize about being tied up, blindfolded, and getting ravished by a stranger."

  "No kidding?"

  "Sure as shit, Sherlock."

  "Julie, do you know what's meant by hotwife?"

  "Well, yeah."

  "Uh, well, what is it? Other than a wife that's hot?"

  A small laugh on the other end. "Actually no, it not so much a wife being hot."

  "Huh?"

  "It's about a wife that has other men and her doing so makes her hot."

  "Oh?"

  "Don't take my word for it. Look it up. Type in 'hotwife definition.' You'll see."

  ~ ~ ~

  Cindy scanned the page. "So a hotwife sleeps with other men at her husband's approval. Hmm." No one heard her.

  Rob was due back in an hour or so, though.

  "Interesting." She shook her head. Why would he want to share me when I only want to be with him? How is that hot?

  She recalled the video she had watched. I guess that was hot; I ended up fingering myself. Before she shut down the computer, she opened up the gif and watched the man jack his cock and squirt. Now that's hot.

  CHAPTER 4

  Cindy couldn't wait to get him into bed. She endured dinner and some TV before her anxiety and lust drove her to the bedroom. "I think I'll go read."

  He looked at her and then nodded. "I'll be along in a bit."

  Darn. Come now. "Okay." Couldn't he understand the gif of the stroking cock and the video had made her seriously horny? I need cock!

  She did her bathroom functions and came out in her t-shirt, ready for bed. She crawled in, feeling the harsh ache in her pussy demanding attention. There was an itch there that wasn't going to be ignored.

  Her mind swam with the events of the day. What had gotten her excited? The gif? The video? Both? The realization her husband was fascinated with her as the center of his fantasi
es? Was she better off than Julie where Kurt fantasized about a cheerleader? Am I better off because Rob fantasizes about me?

  Rob finally came in about the time she wanted to scream like a feral banshee-woman in heat.

  She resisted the urge to jump out of bed and shred his clothes off with her claws. She was sure her eyes glowed red with the inner power of her lust. Fuck! Hurry up.

  He went into the bathroom and she ground her teeth.

  But when he came out, she suddenly froze. Not like she was cold. What do I do? What do I say?

  He climbed in bed, giving her a searching glance over the events of the previous day.

  What's he thinking? She tried to smile. I really need my pussy touched.

  He paused, shifting around, and looked into her eyes.

  Yes, you can read my mind. Good. Touch my pussy!

  He smiled back at her.

  No, you don't understand. Touch me! AGHH! She screamed in her mind.

  He frowned. "Are you okay?"

  "What?" She clutched the covers over her, scared her lust would show.

  "You have this pained look on your face. Do you have gas or something?"

  Great. Fucking great. My pussy is on fire and you think I have cramps? What the fuck? "I was thinking about your email."

  "Oh, sorry. Thought you might like a little visual of what I would be doing."

  Argghhh! She gripped him and pushed him back, mounting him like a banzai-bitch Amazon warrior-goddess claiming her man. "I… liked it."

  A smile as bright as the day they married lit his face. "Yeah?"

  She fell in love all over again. She planted her mouth down on his and they kissed. She broke it and said, "Yeah." She rubbed her aching and needy pussy back and forth along his hardening bulge. I need it in me! Why aren't you getting the message? Hello? Hello? Bueller? Bueller?

  He said, "It's not like I said much."

  "The gif was nice."

  His eyes brightened. "You thought so?"

  "Yeah. It looked like your cock."

  His eyes developed that devilish glint that said he was thinking.

  Just ram your cock in me, dammit! She ground her hips on his erection through his underwear. Would he ever get the hint?

  "I didn't want you to be mad."

  "Mad?" She froze. "Why would I be mad?"

  His eyes were wide and he shook his head. "I don't know. Because it wasn't my cock."

  She began moving again. "Well, I wouldn't want you posting your cock on the internet, so it being different was okay."

  "You liked it?"

  What's the right thing to say here? A lie? The truth? She decided on the truth. "It looked nice."

  "The cock? Or the stroking?"

  Before she could formulate a response, she moaned and worked her hips faster. Darn it.

  "Maybe I'll send you more."

  Shit. He might think I want to see other cocks than his. "No, that's okay."

  He shifted, deflated. "Oh."

  Crap. I don't want him thinking I don't like his fantasies. "If you want to send them, that's fine. I just meant I'm happy with yours."

  His smile brightened. "So you liked seeing that man stroke his cock?"

  Yes! It was hot. "It was alright."

  "Oh. Just alright?"

  Frustrated, she stopped her movements. "It was fine, but I love your cock."

  "Okay."

  She was satisfied he appeared happy. She began moving again.

  When he finally got the hint and entered her a few minutes later, she sighed in relief. Now, fuck me hard.

  ~ ~ ~

  Panting with relief, she cuddled to him. Wow, that was fun.

  He said, "So you're not mad at me?"

  She nestled her head in his shoulder. "I guess not."

  "So you really liked the gif I sent?"

  She pondered lying to him, but didn't. He had been honest all the way through everything. "It was fun."

  "So I can send you more?"

  "I don't know. You've seen one you've seen them all, right?"

  He laughed. "Well, sort of. Different shapes, sizes. Some cum more."

  She liked the one she had; she didn't need to see more. But she didn't want to hurt his feelings. "I don't know, I guess you can send more. But if I don't like them, I'm deleting them."

  He smiled. "Sounds good."

  I'll probably just delete them all, but I won't tell him that.

  "Did you think Don was nice-looking?"

  She lifted her head. The bartender had looked very handsome with a young Tom Selleck mustache. "Sure."

  "Did you ever think about—"

  "Nope. Never crossed my mind."

  "Really?"

  She shrugged. "I think about you."

  "Mm."

  "I can't help it. I love you, so you're who I think about."

  He trailed a finger over her arm. "So do you have any fantasies?"

  "Billionaire biker badass bear-shifter step-brothers."

  "Huh?"

  "I'm kidding."

  "Oh."

  She was quiet.

  "So no fantasies?"

  "You."

  He pulled his head back and looked at her. "Just me, huh?"

  She nodded. "Is that bad?"

  "No. No, I just figured everyone had some kind of fantasy."

  "But I'm happy with you. You're my fantasy."

  "And you're mine."

  "But you fantasize about me with other men."

  He said slowly, "Yes… But my fantasy centers on you."

  Is that supposed to make me feel good? I guess it does. "Hmm."

  He quirked his mouth. "Would you rather I fantasize about Julie?"

  She leaned up and coughed. "No."

  He had a satisfied smile. "Well, there you go then."

  CHAPTER 5

  Cindy wrote out the sales ticket for Ron Ross. He was a tall man and skinny. A carpenter by trade, he bought supplies from them almost daily: stain, varnishes, brushes and the like.

  He was also very handsome in a scruffy sort of way. His light brown hair was a curly sort of wave that said no manner of brushing could tame it.

  Cindy often wondered if he even tried, though she never saw any tangles. He also wore two days growth of beard no matter what time of the week she saw him – as if his beard never grew and stayed just like it was.

  She looked up at him and smiled, holding out the pen.

  He took it with a return smile. He always looked at her like that – as if he knew something about her. She always ignored it. He handed it back, his voice warm. "Thank you, Cin."

  She placed the ticket in the ticket box. Then she paused, a wild thought in her mind. I wonder if he strokes his cock? She blushed and looked up, but he was already leaving.

  She squirmed, thinking of her email. She would check it when she got home. Rob hadn't sent her anything the previous day and he was working today. But maybe he had sent some before he had left.

  Albert, the owner, interrupted her thoughts. "Restock the sandpaper, please?"

  "Sure." She hated sandpaper; it annoyed her.

  ~ ~ ~

  Pulling up to their condo, she grimaced at the rumble of the neighbor's Harley Davidson. The noise was as annoying to her as sandpaper. Couldn't the guy put a better muffler on it or something?

  She went inside and grabbed a water from the fridge. Then she went straight to her computer. She sipped while it booted up. She hit the internet and email.

  Four emails from her husband. Great, I hope he didn't flood me with gifs.

  Each one had two attachments. Oh, that's not so bad.

  She downloaded them all, shaking her head. She was sure she would delete them. Then, after she did, she'd watch the first one he had sent her a few days back. That one is fun.

  Two were gifs, the other six were actual videos. She watched the gifs first. The first one was a repeated cumshot. Her eyes bugged out. I didn't know men could cum that much. She opened her mouth to breathe better as she watc
hed it a few times. She felt a blush creep up her neck. Some men need to get out more. Date or something.

  She clicked the next gif. Immediately, she liked what she saw. The man was jacking a cock that looked a lot like Rob's. The familiarity was nice and she decided to keep that one. She realized she had watched it probably fifteen times before she clicked it off. She deleted the big cumshot gif.

  She clicked the first video. It was in black and white. A man with an enormous tool was ramming a wife. Her husband was in the background jacking furiously. Tendrils of heat wound up her body and she squirmed in the chair. Wow.

  She wasn't sure what was making her pant. The wife's moans or the husband's fun. Or maybe the man pounding the wife. She decided she liked it.

  She kept all the videos but one. In the one she deleted, the husband had a small dick. She didn't like small dicks; she never had. She made a new folder and put her new videos and gifs into it. She added the first gif he had sent. This is nasty. I'm already in the mood.

  ~ ~ ~

  Bedtime couldn't come fast enough and she wanted action. Her cycle was due to start the next day.

  Rob saw her looks in the bedroom and grinned. "Be right out."

  Cindy pouted. "Don't take all day."

  He came out a few moments later.

  Too sexy. "Get in here."

  His smile was wide and sly. "Something get you in the mood?"

  "Yeah, you."

  "Saw the videos I sent, huh?"

  She giggled.

  "Did you like them?"

  "They were alright. I deleted one gif and one of the videos."

  He looked disappointed. "Oh."

  She smiled. "The others were nice."

  He lay next to her, propping himself up on an elbow. His other hand reached under and found her naked. A finger ran down her clit, causing her to squirm.

  I'm already in the mood.

  "What did you delete?"

  "Oh, the one with the huge cumshot. Eh."

  "Oh, thought you might like that one."

  "Not really. It was shocking to see, but a little much for me."

  "Which video didn't you like?" His finger dipped into her folds.

  Her legs quivered. "The husband with the small dick."