This is a copyrighted original work by the author. All rights reserved.
All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Everything that happens in this story is consensual sex between a husband and wife. Yes there are a few kinks but you will have to read it to find out what they are. Thanks, Dean
I was sitting in my little hideaway or man cave working on a story for Literotica when my wife walked through the door and said, "We need to talk."
Now usually when she says something like that I know that I am in trouble for something I have either done, not done, or wish I would have done. In this case it was definitely something that I had done many times. The problem was that she knew about my writing and I had never planned on telling her. This was my little way to escape from the realities of life and a way to wind down.
I don't exactly know when she did it but somehow she had a copy of a story that I wrote for Literotica. Now this is when things started to get interesting. She showed me the copy of the story Dean and Marie Ch. 5 and I knew that I had never printed a copy of anything that I had written. It all stays on this computer and I use this computer for nothing but writing. The only way she could have gotten a copy of that was to download it to a jump drive and then print it somewhere else. I do not have a printer hooked up to this computer for a reason and that being; there was no way to print from here. I do not even have any printer drivers installed on the computer.
She looked at me and said, "Can you read this and tell me about it?"
I looked at the heading on it and saw what it was and said, "Sure, do you need me to do it right this minute?" As I laid the copy on the corner of my desk acting like I wasn't interested in it.
"I think you need to take some time and read this, if you don't mind."
The tone in her voice was one of frustration and I could tell she was pissed at me but she didn't want to come right out and blame me...yet.
Just to make it look good I picked it up and took my time reading it as if I had never seen it before. When I finished I looked at her and said, "I see you have finally quit reading those romance novels and moved onto something that has a bit of spice to it, congratulations."
Needless to say that remark did piss her off which was what I was attempting to do in the first place. She looked at me and then sat down in the only chair that is in my cave. "I think we need to talk about this Dean don't you?"
"I think that is a great idea and I am glad that you are reading something that is more of an adult nature...that's great." My comment did not exactly go over with a bang.
"I will have you know that the romance novels I read are just as spicy as what you write but they do not have to describe every little detail to the reader. It gives the readers a chance to imagine what someone looks like, which is more erotic to me than what is printed on those papers."
"Well I am glad you have shared your viewpoint with me but I do not understand why you are telling me this." I was actually trying to set her up so that she had to tell me that she was the one who had made the copy.
"Are you telling me that you did not write that awful piece of pornography?" She asked looking straight into my eyes.
"Well for one I don't think this qualifies as pornography and why would you think that I wrote it?" I had her at this point and she was trying to think of a way to say that she found it.
"I found it in the house on our printer so you must have accidentally printed to that printer."
"You found it on the printer in the house?" I inquired knowing that the trap was now set.
"Yes I did a couple of days ago. I was just trying to decide how I wanted to confront you with it."
"Come over here sweetheart I want to show you something." She got up from her chair and I opened the printer driver folder on my computer and showed her what was in it.
"What am I looking at exactly?" She asked not knowing what she was actually looking at.
"This is the printer driver folder that shows what printers my computer is able to print to."
"Yeah so what there isn't anything in it so what is the big deal?"
"The big deal is that it is impossible for my computer to send anything to any printer in this house because there are no drivers loaded for a printer. In other words the only way a document could be taken from my computer is if someone were to use a jump drive or portable drive to remove them. I can upload them if I choose to but not to the printer in the house because this computer does not see the printer in the house."
My wife just looked at me for a minute or so and then said, "Fine... I was in here looking for something after you left and when I bumped the desk your computer came on and you had forgotten to log out. I just kind of snooped around I guess...and maybe I shouldn't have but I should not have found that crap on your computer."
"Really, how nice of you to know you are my judge, jury, and executioner." I said with a bit of anger in my voice.
My wife really did not know what to say at that point but I did remind her that what she reads in her romance novels is not much different than what I write other than it is more explicit and some people like more explicit. "But you talk about sex like it is...dirty or something."
"I don't remember ever writing anything that says sex is dirty because it is not; the only thing I do is describe what is happening between consenting adults and how they feel and act within the bounds of sex."
"You talk about things that most people would not talk about."
"Really...why don't you tell me what I wrote about that people don't talk about?"
"You talked about...how they...you know...why do I have to explain it?"
"Because that is exactly why some people do like to read what I and many other people write about. What happens in my stories and others is fantasy for the most part, although some of it is real."
"Yes but...I can't believe that people want to be spanked and...have someone stick their finger in someone's... I can't even say it."
"I am well aware of the fact that you can't say it and I believe that is problem. You want us all to fit nicely into one box and we don't. We are not all afraid of sex or to even talk about sex the way you are. Maybe you should have me do some of the things I write about to you and then you might just change your mind about the rest of us that don't fit so nicely inside that box you have created."
"What are you saying?"