Karen thought about buying Evidence Eradicator 3.0 for a few weeks. The only problem was that she didn't know how she'd hide the purchase from her husband. It might eradicate the evidence of her Internet foibles, but it didn't eradicate the evidence of a forty dollar plus shipping MasterCharge bill. Tommy wasn't an idiot. She would just have to trust that he didn't know enough about computers to dig that deep into the whatever it was that held these ghosts of what had gone before despite cleaned cookies and no history.
She sighed and typed in the address to her favorite webpage instead. The Evidence Eradicator and all of its wild claims of keeping her secrets even more secret was replaced by a bulletin board that catered to her and people who were just like her. She read through older threads that she'd missed on and responded to a few of them. She flirted wildly with all and sundry.
"Karen? You in here?"
She clicked the x and shut the bulletin board down before he could come in. "Back on the computer! I was just doing some reading on, on--" the webpage behind it was full of flowers. Flowers? "flowers!"
"Just checkin. I'm going over to watch the game with the guys, I'll be back by ten!"
"All right, Tommy. Have fun!"
She waited until she heard the door slam, then wilted in relief. A full three and a half hours alone with her computer. She could completely relax, get into it without keeping an ear out for Tommy. It wasn't that she was doing anything that he would be mad about, she just didn't want him to know. She could just imagine what he'd do if he ever found out what kind of freak she was, and divorce was the least of it. She shuddered to think of all the things he could do.
Feeling free, she turned up the radio and danced her way to the kitchen. She fetched a large glass of water and headed for the computer, singing to herself. She forewent the board and headed straight for the site she reserved for times when she was alone. It cost her about twenty bucks a month, but she managed to hide it from Tommy.
She licked her lips and felt her nipples harden when the new picture of the day popped up. She could feel herself tingling deep in the pit of her uterus. Even her pussy gasped in joy. Slowly, she moved through the galleries of pictures they'd put up in the last few weeks, taking a lengthy moment to appreciate every one. Then she went through and put herself in the mood to orgasm by looking at her favorites. She thought about reading one of their dirty stories, but decided there wasn't enough time. She wanted to make sure she had plenty of it for a video and a clean up. Tommy would never understand.
There were eight new straight from DVD videos she hadn't seen yet. She went through the titles and descriptions, then picked out the one she thought would be the most interesting and cruised through the pictures again while it downloaded. Maybe she could talk Tommy into getting a cable modem. She'd have to think up a good excuse because "your wife is a freak and needs to watch disgusting nutjob porn more efficiently" just didn't cut it.
Finally it was ready. She took a deep breath, her pussy already leaking in anticipation, and started the player. The opening scene held two women and one man involved in heavy foreplay on a waterbed stripped of its linens. She could hear the movement of the water beneath the cheesy music and the fake giggles and groans from the actors. She loved watching the guy eat the blonde's pussy while the brunette swallowed his cock. She knew Tommy would love this kind of thing, men were into that.
They switched positions, but Karen ignored whatever they said. She just wanted to hear them moan and watch them do those nasty things that made her such a sick freak. The guy rolled onto his back in the middle of the bed, the brunette cuddling up beside him. Her hand worked his cock, which was swollen and leaking precum. The blonde somehow managed to get her balance on the waterbed, her knee on his side and her other foot stretch behind the brunette.
Karen could feel her body tightening, her fingers flying on her pussy. What she wouldn't give to be there, to be a part of it. She wanted to cum, she was ready to, but she waiting for the best part. The blonde parted her pussy, it was shaved so she was probably a bleached blonde, opening the lips until her shiny pink clit was easily visible in the eye of the camera. The smooth columns of her thighs panned back when she started to pee. The clear stream flowed a little weakly at first, the piss falling out of sight. The camera backed away until all three people were in view. Then the blonde really let them have it. Her piss landed on his chest squarely, it leaked down his sides and splashed onto the brunette. She leaned over and licked his nipple, sucking on it. The blonde wiggled her ass, sending her pee arcing all over them, along the brunette's ass to his cock, up along their bellies and chests to splash onto his face. He opened his mouth to catch it and Karen exploded in the most intense orgasm she'd had in months.
"This is what you've been hiding from me?"
It was like ice tossed in her face. Her orgasm weakened, her body spasmed, spilling her out of the chair, and her cup of water fell over.
"Tommy!"
"Who in the hell else would it be?" He rescued her cup and used her shirt, the one she didn't remember taking off, and mopped up the water before it ruined everything on the desk.
"I can explain," she lied. Of course she couldn't, how can you explain something like urophilia? She picked herself up, her pussy still throbbing from orgasm. She picked up the chair and crossed her arms over her chest. She couldn't look at him.
The brunette on the video started screaming and she lunged to stop it, to turn it off before they could continue on with the water party and make everything worse. Tommy stopped her, watching the action on the screen intently.
"Tommy, please." She had to stop it, she couldn't bear it if he saw anymore.
"I thought you were cheating on me."
That caught her off guard. "What?"
"You're always on this thing and you're always hiding something. I thought you had a lover or something you were hiding from me."
"I love you! I would never do that!" She was horrified that he'd think such a thing. A little pissed off, too.
"How long has this been going on?" He sat in the chair and took over the mouse. She perched on the stool from under the drafting table.
"About twenty minutes." He gave her the look that deserved. She stared at her feet, the shame threatening to choke her. "I found out about this stuff about a month after we got on the 'Net. Since then."
"Almost a full year. Why didn't you ever tell me?" He sounded hurt. She peeked up at him for a moment, but couldn't quite get the stomach to meet his eyes.
"It's, well, it's embarrassing."
He looked at the screen again. From the looks of things the two women were involved in heavy kissing while the guy peed on them both. Why didn't he just turn it off? "It is a little weird."
"It's a lot weird! I'm a freak and they're freaks and it's disgusting!" She knew it was, it didn't take a shrink to know that involving piss and sex was pretty damned gross.
"It turns you on though."
"I think it's kind of interesting." She stared at the wall calendar. A bunch of Labrador puppies panted back at her.
"Babe, you haven't cum like that for me in years."
