Part VIII
When Secrets Come Out and Date Night
The next day was uneventful, and Mary would not even talk to me about what happened in the video she brought me last night. She did not say she would not talk to me about it, just avoided my questions and changed the subject frequently. I thought that I would just play it off as if I did not notice, and wait a few days to bring it up again.
She spent most of day texting someone, although she never offered to tell me who it was. I didn’t ask, and just assumed it was either John or Adam. Later that day she told me her and Tonya were going to head to mall and do some shopping, and they would be gone all afternoon.
I saw Tonya’s car pull into our drive, Mary kissed me goodbye and headed out. My mind began to wonder, as it usually did when she was not around. It began to fill with paranoid possibilities, of what she was hiding about the text messages or why she did not want to answer any of my questions about the previous night.
I then began to do something I had never done before, something that I thought unthinkable, up until now, for some reason. I suppose the paranoia was getting the best of me, but I just had to know… something, anything, more details.
I walked over to the kitchen table and grabbed her laptop. As I walked over to sit on the couch, I opened it up and turned it on. I debated closing it, putting it back and letting everything alone as I waited for the operating system to load. Even if she were keeping something from me, she would tell me eventually or make it a surprise for me.
As it completed booting, I fervently began to search around. Starting with the usual places; ‘My Documents’, a folder named ‘Personal’, a folder named ‘Notes’ and then I looked in the ‘Program Files’, searching for anything that looked like it didn’t fit. Nothing. Hmm, was it possible I was just paranoid, and there was nothing to find out?
I then, just by happenstance, clicked on an unnamed disk that was in the drive. It showed a ton of text files, named obscure things. I clicked on the first one, titled ‘One’, ironically. This was a detailed description of everything we had talked about. Almost, everything I had said, every reason I gave, and she wrote that I wanted this so bad, she was willing to try it for me. This must have been a digital diary. I knew she kept one, just could never find it, and was never sure I would ever even read it, if I did.
I then opened the next one; this one was all about Chris. How she thought he was sexy, how she thought about approaching him before he approached her. How amazing the sex was, and of course how enormous, his cock was. I then started randomly opening files, more about Chris, a few about John, the gas station fuck as well as the sex in his car.
This was a chronological, detailed account of everything she had done, since we started this. I moved the cursor to the bottom, and opened the last one. It was about last night. When the fuck did she have time to type this out, I wondered to myself.
She typed pretty much everything I saw on the video, the only difference was her detailed descriptions about how she felt and which parts she liked. I did now have a window to the events that led to her threesome now, though. It was actually somewhat boring. They played strip poker, she purposefully lost, and judged their reactions to her naked body as she sat before them. She had planned to have sex with both of them before they even started playing, it said. It was her idea to play poker, then strip poker too. Wow… I was dumbfounded. My wife really was a slut, but I honestly enjoyed knowing that… and reading her innermost secrets about how much she enjoyed playing the slut wife role.
It also said she ‘overly’ fondled John in front of Adam, while flirting with him. She even snuck a few kisses and some ‘hot petting’ when they were alone during John’s bathroom breaks, and drink refills. It stated, she confronted Adam about the threesome first, when they were alone making out during John’s absence. She then told him about me, how I got off on all this and loved to watch. That is when Adam told her about his major, and explained about all the video equipment. I guess John did not need much persuading into the idea, because she did not even both to mention bringing it up with him.
At the end, she mentioned the threesome was the second best sex she had. That sat sorely with me, at first, Knowing that Chris was her first. I quickly disregarded that feeling, as I knew she would find the new experiences wonderful.
I then grew a little bolder, and decided to check her personal email. Since it was her computer, the login was saved into the browser and there would be no hacking needed. There were random forwards from coworkers, a few from her mother and Tonya, and then I saw it. There were recent emails with Chris. Why she did not share this with me, that he was even contacting her, regardless of what he was saying, I thought to myself.
I decided to open them, as there turned out to be a few of them. They started out dull, just saying he was enjoying living in South Carolina and his new job. Then they started escalating. He started telling her how much he missed her and her pussy. How much he missed the sex and her mouth on him. I swiftly scrolled down to see her replies.
She had said that she too missed the sex, and his ‘huge cock’. That she wished he had not taken that job, so they could still fuck all the time. She told him about John, but that it was not as good as it was with him. She asked if he would ever be visiting and if he did… if they could ‘hook up’. He said he was not sure, but if he did it would be a ‘sure thing’.
Then, a few emails down the list I noticed the paper clip icon. I knew that meant picture attachments… so I clicked on those. The first few were random pictures of an apartment, a beach and some shots of him standing by that beach. Then… there were several of his erect dick, some of him stroking and a few of him cumming on a flat surface of some sort, and some in his hand.
Then I noticed some pictures in her replies. They were of Mary, most naked posing provocatively, some masturbating, using various dildos she had. There were only a few taken at our house, some in our bed, some on our couch and some even on our kitchen table. However, there was also some from her cubicle at work, and some of her in the car. The ones she took at work were merely up skirt pictures, but she never seemed to be wearing underwear.
I began to get an underwhelming feeling… Mary was secretly sharing naked, erotic photos with the ‘Greek god’ who just happened to be the best sex she ever had. She didn’t share this, why? This would have something I would have gotten off to, had I known, but, the secrecy… just pissed me off.
I could not approach her about this, as I was not very happy with what I had done to find out. I could not wait for her to bring it up, as these emails dated back a little over a month, and I was sure she had no plans to bring them up. I will just come up with something, I thought to myself.
It was a few hours before Mary returned, from the mall, and she asked me to help bring in the bags from Tonya’s car. I obliged. As we situated ourselves around the table for dinner, what I had found ate at me. I wanted to know, I wanted to ask her, but I did not. Instead, I took a different approach, not to draw attention to my dirty deed.
“Have you heard anything from Chris?” I asked as we ate.
She did not even stutter with her fork. It looked as if I did not even surprise her with my random question about someone we had not talked about in over a month. “Yea” she said nonchalantly.
I thought carefully. Maybe I was reading far too much into this, and she was not trying to hide the emails from me. Maybe I was just being distrustful and thinking since my wife readily accepted fucking other men that did not mean she readily accepted hiding things from me.
