"Lynney! What's getting into you! I told you nothing was wrong, why don't you trust me!" he shouted, following her to the dining room table, where the laptop was plugged in.
"I guess I can't have it both ways. I can't have you spoil me and baby me, and then not get mad when you talk to me like I'm a child when I know something is going on! Come on. I wasn't born yesterday Leif," said Lynne snatching open the computer so hard, it seemed like it would break the hinges.
The more he tried to console her, the more upset it made her. It felt like he was patronizing her, treating her as though she was stupid. She hadn't wanted to believe he was "window shopping" when Janelle suggested that he was looking at porn, but seeing the way he was so secretive, how he quickly shut down the computer, the way he was in the house all day and hadn't changed his clothes, and lastly, most damagingly, the way he had changed the computer password temporarily, who was he trying to fool!
And now, not only was he looking at porn, but he was lying! It was one thing for him to be viewing or doing whatever it was secretive that he was doing, but another thing altogether for him to lie about it. She might not like the secrecy, or him looking at Porn, but she hated him flat out lying to her face.
Now that she had the computer password, she logged in, while he looked at her with those same blue eyes she always loved, but now they looked both angry, alarmed, and Lynne read fear of being caught in a lie in his expression.
"Leif, if...I mean...I remember my underwear from yesterday, and, that was exciting for you, and a bit of a change, and I don't mind if you smell them...I guess what I'm saying is...I enjoy our sexy time together. And...and if there is some kink or some things that you're into that...well...things that you enjoy looking at on the computer...there's...well, just like the panties, there's really no need for them to be a fantasy anymore Leif, they can be a reality. Is there something dirty, something new and nasty you want to try that you are seeking out? Or, is it something old that you always liked, and you were afraid of sharing with me, and its lead you to, look for things with this fetish online. Like maybe panties or something. I don't mind if you like my panties, or if you're into some other kinky little things. I enjoyed being let into your fantasies. Don't push me away, because I'm willing to work this out. I mean, I don't like you looking at this stuff, but I promise if you share it with me, and tell me what you're looking at, I can give to you in real life, whatever it is that you are craving, as long as there are no kids and animals, and shit, literally involved. I'm game. You'll never find a wife cooler than I'll be. It'll be much more fun than looking at pictures. Do you like to be spanked? Want to spank me? Whatever you want to try I'm open to exploring. But, this porn shit, Leify it has to stop," said Lynne.
"Well damn it, judge and jury, thanks so much for the lenient sentencing, damn near taking me to the electric chair, and you haven't even let me say a thing in my defense. I know I've been acting strange lately, but I want you to trust that it'll all work out in the end. That says a lot about how you feel about me and the trust you put in me to uphold the sanctity of our marriage. Oh hell Lynney, I hate being accused of shit, and you've got me looking at porn, and baby, I don't even really like that shit, never looked at it much, even before I knew you, I'd far rather be with a real woman and I-"
"Oh that's supposed to make me feel better? So what the hell is it then, have you found someone 'real' to look at online?" asked Lynne, her eyes going wide with angry shock.
"Hell no! Just let me explain. Look, I don't like that shit okay. Not the porn. I like, I like to use other things, stuff that smells like you, like your panties the other day. Sometimes I might read a little story, a text based dirty story...and I might think about you doing really nasty things, things we haven't tried yet. That shit turns me on. But, I'm not into naked women videos, and pictures. I swear, I'm not doing any of that shit right now Lynne, it has nothing to do with porn, or anything else baby. I can't say more, or I'll give things away, but you'll be glad you put trust in me, and had faith in me. Now put away the computer and come on to bed. I don't like porn, but I want to practice to make one with you, on our honeymoon," he teased.
He looked at her luridly, and licked his lips. And he'd almost bated her. She almost followed him back into the bedroom, his thin, cherry red lips were so seductive, but she figured since Google chrome was already open, she'd have a quick look at the history tab. Much to her chagrin, it was cleared.
"You're too sexy for your own good, but you think you fooled me. Leif, I might be emotionally immature and stuff, but I'm not a teenager mentally. My mind is really smart, I just don't have all the emotional resources that a woman raised normally has. The history is clear. So...you're not doing something sneaky with porn, why is the history clear?" asked Lynne.
"Because I told you darling, you need to have faith in me, and it will all make sense after the wedding. Why can't you just believe me for once, instead of always starting shit? I mean damn Lynney I am wiling to baby, and comfort, and support you, love doing that, building the security and pleasure in your heart. It makes me feel valuable to you, and like a real man. I ask you one thing, one thing to be grown up about it and trust me, and it's too damn much for you to handle. And instead of being happy that I'm trying to do something I need you to trust me, you go off and accuse me of looking at porn...I thought you knew me better than that," said Leif.
"I wasn't born yesterday. You know, Janelle, I didn't want to believe her when she said you might be window shopping and looking at naked girls on the internet, or something, but damn it Leif, I was willing to forgive you and do whatever kinky things you saw on the internet you wanted to do, as long as it wasn't kids, animals, or stuff involving shit, and you still won't come clean with me! Even after all we shared yesterday, with your private desires and sneaking in my panties, still you don't feel like you can come clean with whatever you are doing on the computer. No, it's you needs to trust me. It's apparent instead that you'd rather lie and clear the history. Why can't we share whatever kink this is. It would bring us closer instead of hiding shit, just like how close we were yesterday," said Lynne.
"So it's Janelle who put you up to this. Women and their friends, I swear sometimes you little hens, all this trouble starts once you start discussing your men and collaborating, just like Lucy and Ethel. Your friend needs to mind her own fucking business, and worry about her own fucking self, and her own fucking man if she has one, not me. And, you need to decide who you're going to listen to, your friend, or your own fucking man! Are you marrying me in two weeks, or Janelle? Why would you put her word above mine? You didn't even think anything was fishy until you talked to her ass," shouted Leif.
"So what if she's the one who clued me in that you were looking at porn? But I'd thought something was fishy with your shit a day ago. You've been acting really weird since then. Don't pin it on Janelle. I told her you were acting weird, and she suggested you were, window shopping, looking at porn. And she should know because she had a man where it got so bad she had to dump him," said Lynne.
"Oh for Christ sakes! It never occurred to you to ask your own man why he was acting so weird!" shouted Leif.
