Chapter 1
I got home a little early from my weekly get together with local writers for coffee and comradery. I came in from the garage door so Crystal did not hear me come into the house.
By the time I made it half way through the kitchen, I could hear moaning and voices coming from upstairs. Instantly, my heart stuck in my throat. My gawd, is my wife having an affair?
As I snuck up the stairs, I heard what sounded like three different men’s voices as they growled curses and directions. Fuck! Was my wife fucking three men in my house?
As I reached the third bedroom upstairs that Crystal uses as her private office,” the voices and moaning was louder. Extremely quietly, I cracked open the door expecting to see three men ravaging my wife.
What I saw instead was my wife sitting at her computer desk completely naked. She had both feet propped up on the desk with her laptop between her feet. She was watching porn and banging herself with her pink dildo.
After I let out a quiet breath of deep relief, I very carefully closed the door and went back downstairs. I went to the front door and slammed it closed. “Hunny, I’m home I called out.
I had to keep myself from laughing out loud when Crystal came running down the stairs moments later. Although her gym shorts were on properly, her tank top was caught in her hair and her cheeks were rosy, pink.
“You’re home early,” Crystal croaked out hoarsely. “Yeah, a couple of the group were gone this weekend for book signings in other states,” I informed her.
Part of me felt queasy that my wife felt the need to masturbate. I always try my very best to please her when we have sex together. But then again, our sex life has really dropped off over the past couple of years.
I try my best to interest Crystal in having sex more often. But she always has excuses. She’s too tired after working all day. Or she has a head ache or she’s not in the mood.
She slaps me in the face by saying that she doesn’t get to lounge around the house all day like I do. Definitely a low blow since I put in more hours writing than she ever has at her job.
My little two hour coffee with my writing buddies on Saturday is the only real socializing I get these days. I try to take Crystal out for dinner or dancing. But again, she’s too tired.
After Crystal gives me a tentative kiss on my cheek, she smiles at me and winks. “Maybe we could work in a little sexy rendezvous this evening at bed time,” she told me in a sassy tone.
I am floored! This is the first time in a very long time that Crystal has taken the lead and suggested sex. “If watching porn fires her up like this, the n I’m all for it,” flashed across my mind.
When I went to my den to do some editing on my finished book, it occurred to me that Saturday was the perfect time for Crystal to do her secret porn watching. That is the one time I am always gone each weekend.
I smile as I think about how I am going to do some snooping on Monday while Crystal is at work. I’m sure she has forgotten that she told me her login information last year when she had an emergency at work and needed info immediately. I still have that info under my laptop.