As I came up my driveway from my gym, I glanced at my office window and saw that the light was on. I dropped my coat on a chair, and walked up, unbuttoning my shirt as I went. She was at my desk, looking at the computer screen.
"Hi" I said, "what's up?"
She turned to face me, "when did you start writing this stuff?"
"What?" I said, then as I got closer to the screen I recognized the document she was reading. "Uh huh, oh, it's just fun, a little thing I've been doing. It's not serious; it's harmless fun."
"Writing pornography, writing stories about us, how is that harmless? Who reads this?"
"No one, well it's anonymous, it's a website I belong to. I use a different name and all. It's nothing."
"Nothing?, this is our life here, this woman Is me I'm sure of it."
Now I began to get mad. "Oh really, she's sucking her husband's cock, just how is that you? Where and how could that be you?"
"Very funny, I recognize these situations, these vacations. Don't be an idiot. It's us."
"Look, it's nothing I'm not some pervert, it's a great website, there are tens of thousands of contributors, tens of thousands. You wouldn't believe there are people of every description who do this, I swear you wouldn't believe it. It's nothing."
She wouldn't move away from my desk. I had been working on a story last night, and after saving the work, I had only minimized the screen instead of saving it and closing the folder. With the password protect on my MS Word, she'd never have been able to open the document. In a minimized state though, the document was still open.. She had gone to the computer to send an e-mail to her sister about our visit there tomorrow.
As she sat there, I noticed her hair was still wet from a shower. She was in a t-shirt and panties with a towel around her head. She smelled fresh like newly cut flowers.
"I don't know why do you have to have such interests, you have children, you're a grown up. Who does these kinds of things in these stories? This part about having sex with a partners wife while in Vegas, did you do that, is that real? Is this some admission of guilt?"
"Whoa, whoa, slow down. This story is made up. Ok, Ok, some stories are about us, and I embellished them to make them spicier than our, rather my real life, but this one here is total fiction. A fantasy. Look, you can't read a private document and take it this way; it's not truth."
She turned to the screen. "Show me one about us. A real one the you embellished."
I thought for a moment, thinking that this might work out all right, I pulled the keyboard out from the sliding drawer, and typed in the name of a file, then the password to open it.
"Password protected eh," she said.
"Umm yes." As I leaned over her, I could smell her skin and her hair. I opened a file about a vacation we had on Fire Island several years ago. "Here's one I like I said."
She rolled the chair forward, and began to read. After a few minutes, she chuckled at something I'd written. "What?" I said, "what was that?"
"You goof" she said them "Hmmm", and another chuckle.
I pulled a chair and sat behind her and put my hand on her arm. After a moment I began to stroke her as I was reading over her shoulder. Halfway down her arm, I got a little bolder and reached slowly over her t shirt covered right breast. She didn't move away, she allowed me more access, and leaned forward slightly. Her large nipple was hard as stone before my hand got there. She continued to read, as did I while I stroked her hardened nipple with my palm. Her breasts were swaying freely beneath her shirt. I slowly rolled the t-shirt up and exposed her hanging breasts to my hands. Her breathing began to quicken as she allowed me to stroke her nipples to hardness. With my left hand on her nipple I rested my right hand on her belly. She began to quiver there and parted her legs as I did.
She kept reading now, scrolling the document with the mouse. My right hand stroked over the lips of her pussy and found her clit protruding. "What do you think?" I said "how do you like it?"
