I never cease to be amazed by what I find on the Internet. The search engines are fantastic. Type in any word, and I am buried by the links that come up. I couldn't visit all the sites on astronomy in my lifetime, and that's a minor subject. The most popular terms, I've been told, are "free" and "sex." Once I searched both words together expecting sites with some nude shots. Instead I got sites featuring people who wanted to have affairs. The women complained that their husbands traveled a lot, or their men were lousy in bed, or something. I laughed them off as fronts for prostitution.
Jessie and I have been married for fourteen wonderful years. We have two great kids, a nice house in the suburbs, and a good income. Our sex life is fabulous. We still get it on at least once a day. Who wouldn't want to hop into bed with her? She's beautiful with high cheek bones, sapphire eyes, ruby lips, an infectious smile. Even after nursing two babies, her breasts are still full and firm with only the slightest droop. Her nipples are permanently erect. I love sneaking up behind her, reaching around her, grabbing those beauties, and she loves being grabbed. She never wears a bra at home, and seldom wears one when we go out whether it's for groceries or a night out. Her legs are to die for -- long, straight, strong, smooth. Her waist is narrow, and her hips are perfect for making babies. She has the sweetest tasting pussy, even sweeter than chocolate.
Anyway, I showed her one of those sites. "Can you imagine any guy thinking he could get free sex from one of these hookers?" I asked her laughing.
"Sure," she said. She didn't laugh. She seemed to be studying the computer screen. I was too wrapped up in my own certainty that it was a bunch of whores to attach any significance to her remark. She went to fix dinner, and I went back to checking my email.
A couple months later, I went online, as I did most nights, to check my email. After replying to a couple messages from friends, I clicked on my browser to go to a game site I had been on the night before. Imagine my shock when the site most recently visited was one of the free sex sites, one of those women wanting to have affairs sites. The children had their own computer, and I had blocked the sex sites, so I knew they hadn't visited that site. I hadn't looked at it since the first time I came across it and showed it to Jessie, so that left one possibility: Jessie.
Why would she sign onto such a site? Was she having affairs? As I mentioned before, we had a great sex life. Not only did we screw every night, but we also enjoyed a lot of variety in what we did. Sometimes it was just a quickie before going to sleep, like a goodnight kiss, except it was a goodnight fuck. Usually we spent half an hour making love doing different things like pussy eating, cock sucking, full body kissing, occasionally butt fucking. We certainly weren't bored; at least I wasn't. Maybe she had gone on out of idle curiosity. On the other hand, maybe she was looking for something. Maybe there was something missing or wrong in our relationship, and she didn't know how to tell me. Could she have signed up for the service? My breathing stopped as I moved the cursor over the "Go" button. My hand shook as I left clicked.
The site that came up was the same one that I had accidentally brought up a couple months before. It was called "Horny Housewives" or something like that. The first screen was the typical porn opener with a couple nudes and the legalese about age restrictions and free will concerning nudity. I ignored all that stuff and went straight to the "Enter" button without thinking. The second screen got down to business. All the stuff I had laughed at before about wives wanting lovers now seemed serious. There were pictures of different women, all nudes. The captions said things like "My husband is never home," or "He cheated; now it's my turn." Were the people real? The site said they were, but how could I be sure?
There was a section listing the newest female members. If Jessie had joined, that would be where I would find her. There really wasn't any reason for her to join such a group. If she wanted to cheat, she didn't have to advertise. With her body, she would only have to wear a dress that showed off her legs and her cleavage. She could go into any bar and have her pick of the men there. I clicked on the new members button. The next page asked for location information. I entered our state and got a half dozen hits. None of them had a picture, just brief, very general descriptions and where they lived. Two were from our city. Was she really planning to cheat on me? Was she going to have another man's cock inside her? Could it have already happened? Or was my imagination working overtime? I could understand why she might consider wandering. She had given me her cherry, and, as far as I knew, had never been with another man. It would be reasonable for her to be curious about other men. I had never slept with other women. She had been my first and only. I couldn't think of any reason to have a mistress, or even a one-night stand. Her pussy was still tight even after having two children. I loved her more than I can possibly describe.
We always slept in the nude. As she approached the bed, I felt like I was seeing her for the first time. She was beautiful beyond words. It was the same body I had slept with for fourteen years, the same long, straight legs, the same high firm breasts, the same narrow waist and flaring hips, sapphire eyes, ruby lips, high cheek bones. I understood why other men would find her desirable. When we first met, just looking at her gave me a hardon. That hadn't happened for ten years, but it did that night. I lifted the sheet for Jessie to slide into bed. She smiled at the sight of my boner. "What inspired that?" she cooed as she cuddled up against me.
"You did," I said.
