Chapter 3
After I took a leak to get rid of my morning wood, I made my way out to the kitchen to pour a cup of that coffee I could smell in the hallway.
I froze at the kitchen entryway when my eyes found Crystal sitting at the kitchen table sipping on a cup of coffee. “I called in that I would be late,” she announced when she saw the surprise on my face.
“That’s unfortunate because I don’t have a fucking thing that I want to say to you,” I growled while I poured myself a cup of coffee. “And I’m certainly not interested in anything that you have to say,” I added with a snarl.
“Please just listen Jack. I will tell you the truth,” Crystal told me. “Oh how nice! So what you have been telling me was bullshit all along,” I rasped.
“Steve wasn’t a boyfriend,” Crystal admitted. “I have been watching some porn and visiting various sites and it has made me hornier than I ever remember,” Crystal confided. “It has given me all sorts of fantasizes. That’s all that happened last night. It was just a fantasy,” she offered.
“So, I’m so pathetic and boring in bed now that you have to fantasize to get turned on? You have to fantasize to get off?” I asked. “Because that’s exactly what all this makes me feel,” I added.
“Oh Jack! It’s not like that at all. I love sex with you. This porn thing was just so new. It’s so filthy and taboo that it turns me on,” Crystal told me.
“And how would you feel if I watched some of that barely legal porn and closed my eyes so I could envision that while I’m fucking you?” I growled.
“How would you feel if in the middle of fucking you I cried out…OH BAMBI, I LOVE YOUR SWEET LITTLE TITS SO MUCH.” I asked pointedly. “Oh Patty, thank you for giving me your cherry,” I added just to be mean.
“Who is this Patty chic you keep naming?” Crystal rasped. “She really is the girl I gave my virginity to. She really is the only girl who gave her cherry to me,” I confided.
“So, who is Steve really? I doubt he’s just some porn character if you’re calling out his name,” I asked. “It’s nothing Jack. He’s just a guy I texted a couple of times with on one of those sites,” Crystal told me.
“So, like a dating site of some sort?” I asked. “Not exactly. It’s more like a lonely at home sort of site where people just share their fantasizes,” Crystal admitted.
“WHAT? You’d rather share your fantasizes with some stranger named Steve instead of your own husband?” I yelled.
“Oh come on Jack! This isn’t about you,” Crystal said defensively. “Obviously, it’s not! Obviously, I’m not good enough for you to share anything with,” I shouted.
“Look! Just fucking go to work because anything else you say is just going to piss me off more. You’ve already done more damage then you’ll ever be able to repair,” I grumbled. Then, I took my coffee to my den and closed the door.
I waited for a half an hour after Crystal went to work before I went upstairs and logged onto her computer. As I hoped, her logon and password info was all the same as it was a year ago.
I went directly to her browser history and clicked on the very top entry. “HOTWIFE FANTASY” popped up. There was a blinking dot that got my attention so I opened it.
Curious Girl: Hey sexy, how’s it hanging?
HotSteve69: All ten inches are hanging to the right.
Curious Girl: What are ya up to?
HotSteve69: Rubbing my cock and looking at the naked photos you sent me…you have the sweetest little titties I have ever seen.
Curious Girl: Did you like the way I shaved my pussy for you?
HotSteve69: Yeah! I’m looking at it right now and my cock is hard as steel.
Curious Girl: Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?
HotSteve69: I’m thinking of how I would wiggle my tongue up into that smooth sweet cunt and tongue fuck you till you beg for my cock.
HotSteve69: Then I’ll roll you on your knees so your head is down and ass is up and fuck you till the only name you can scream is mine.
Curious Girl: That sounds so hot.
Curious Girl: Look, I have to go. Hubby might be home any minute.
Curious Girl: I will dress up in a sexy little outfit and think of you while my husband fucks me.
HotSteve69: Later babe! I’m always up for you.
I was livid when I got to the end of their text string. My hands were trembling I was so angry. Crystal might not have fucked this guy yet. But the way their texts are going, it’s probably only a matter of time before they do.
After I backed out of the Hotwife site. I brought up a couple of the pornos that Crystal watched most recently.
Both of them were about a woman called a Hotwife.
In both scenes, the woman was fucked repeatedly by three men while her husband was back in a corner watching. The man was called a cuckold.
Before I closed out of Crystal’s computer, I went back to that Hotwife site and emailed the entire text string to my laptop. “Let’s see her talk her way out of this shit,” I muttered into the silence of her den.