It was Corey's 40
th
birthday. His wife, Anna, had arranged a special treat - they were going to spend the weekend at a fancy downtown hotel. Corey's parents took the kids so it was just the two of them, a perfect romantic getaway. It was something they hadn't treated themselves to in years, not since the kids were born and their jobs took over their lives.
Corey was skeptical. He thought it was a ruse to lure him to a surprise birthday party. It was the kind of thing he would expect from his wife. Anna was the traditional type - decorating the house for holidays, volunteering at the kids' school and such - and it wouldn't be like her not to throw a surprise party for Corey's 40
th
.
So, on Friday evening Corey was fighting traffic into the city from the suburbs where they lived. The hotel was only a few blocks from Anna's office, so she was already there. The plan, according to her, was to meet at the hotel and then go out for a night on the town.
Corey was stopped at a red light when his phone pinged with a text from Anna. "I'm at the bar already," it read. "A nice man named Ted bought me a drink. He's cute!"
Yeah, right.
Corey thought.
Give me a break!
Anna was no barfly. She was probably hiding in a banquet room along with their family and friends, waiting to shout "SURPRISE!"
As if reading his mind, his phone pinged again. "Not kidding, darling. Ted and I are having a nice time. The band is setting up and he wants to dance with me later. So much fun!"
What the fuck?
Corey thought.
She can't be serious.
* * * * *
Drinking with a stranger would be one-thousand percent out of character for Anna. In their 14 years of marriage there was never a hint of friskiness outside of their marital bedroom -- not with Corey and
definitely
not with anyone else. There were no afternoon romps on the kitchen table, no sneaking off to the bathroom at a party, no sex in the car, no phone sex. When one of the couples they knew had problems with infidelity Anna was angry and horrified, and she let Corey know about it. She ranted and raved about their friends who "couldn't keep it in their pants."
One year Anna's boss had too much to drink and made a vaguely suggestive comment to her the office holiday party. Anna was outraged. She wanted to report the matter to HR and have him fired, but Corey talked her out of it. He pointed out it was a one-time lapse, her boss was drunk, it would upend her career, it wasn't worth it. Despite her initial rage, Corey eventually calmed her down but it reinforced his reluctance to try anything in bed she might consider weird.
With her husband, Anna was receptive to sex but certainly no wildcat. She was usually willing to "make love" as long as it was in the missionary position. She would suck her husband's cock on special occasions, although never with much enthusiasm and never to completion. Corey loved to eat her pussy but he could tell it made her uncomfortable. She let him do it early in their relationship but after the kids came along it stopped altogether.
Corey always wished for more, but Anna's coolness made him keep his desires to himself. He never tried to take her doggy style, never whispered dirty things in her ear, never bought her a vibrator, never sent her a naughty text. He assumed Anna would be outraged at his dirty little fantasies, so he kept them hidden.
When they had sex Anna seemed to have an orgasm, but Corey was never really sure. It wasn't something they ever talked about. Anyway, sex wasn't a big part of their marriage anymore. Most nights they were simply too tired from socializing and their jobs and the kids.
Over the years, Corey convinced himself he was satisfied with their love life. Anna had a killer body she maintained with regular visits to the gym. She had firm, B-cup breasts capped with dark juicy nipples that Corey loved to suck on when he got the chance. Whatever was lacking in their bedroom Corey made up for with internet porn.
* * * * *
Right before the light turned green Corey texted back. "Birthday joke?" he asked. Keeping one eye on traffic, he watched the three dots on his phone, eagerly awaiting his wife's reply. He was surprised when his phone buzzed with an incoming call.
"Happy birthday, baby," Anna said. "Where are you?"
"Are you messing with me?" Corey asked with a laugh, ignoring her question. "Ted? Really?"
"Not kidding baby," Anna replied.
Corey heard the phone jostling on her end, then he heard a man's voice. "Hello Corey!" it belted out. "Happy birthday!"
Corey was doubtful. It had to be part of the surprise-party scheme. It was probably a waiter, he figured.
"That's him," Anna chirped as she took the phone back.
"Yeah, sure it is," Corey replied, laughing. "I'll be there in about 10 minutes."
"I'm serious, baby!" Anna protested. "It's going to be your most memorable birthday ever, believe me."
"Uh-huh," Corey said condescendingly. "I'm sure it will be, sweetheart."
"Corey, listen," Anna said seriously. "I'm not kidding.
I saw your browsing history.
"
Instantly, Corey's mind began to reel. Her words hit him like a blow to the head. He drove silently, frozen in shock.
Hearing no response, Anna continued. "Remember a few months ago, when you were messing around on the deck with the grill?"
* * * * *
Corey remembered clearly. It was a Saturday night and friends were coming over for a barbecue. The kids were at sleepovers and Anna was showering. He was having a rare private moment to check out the new Loving Wives stories on Literotica. When he heard the shower shut off he remembered he promised Anna he would connect a new propane tank for the grill out on the deck. It should have only taken a minute but he got sidetracked by a stuck valve. Then he noticed the ignitor was broken, so he went into the garage to get his tool box. After he fixed the ignitor he decided to clean the grill, and by the time he got back inside it had been almost half an hour. Anna was dried and dressed and puttering around the kitchen.
Corey's stomach lurched when he saw his open laptop, but fortunately the screen saver was running. Anna gave no hint that she had seen anything but he had a bad feeling.
* * * * *
"Yes, honey," Anna continued. "I saw it all."
"Ummm," Corey stammered, his head spinning, trying to navigate city traffic and wrap his mind around the gravity of the situation. He didn't know what to say, or what this meant for his marriage. Literotica was his deep, dark secret and now he was busted. He feared his conservative, prissy wife might want to divorce him, or at least never have sex with him again.
* * * * *
When Anna clicked on Corey's laptop in the kitchen that day and began to read she was mortified. She couldn't imagine anyone enjoying such filthy trash. It disgusted her to think that her husband did.
Wives having sex with other men? While their husbands watched? What kind of sick crap is this?
Anna read one story and skimmed two more and quickly set the screen saver in motion.
Threesomes? Anal sex? Do people do that?
Anna's hands were shaking and emotions roiling, but friends were coming soon and she didn't want to make a scene. Not yet. She wanted to kill Corey, or at least throw him out of the house, but there were the kids to consider, and what would her parents think?
Anna managed to make it through the night, then in the morning she did what she always did in troubled times - she turned to her Aunt Gloria. Gloria and her husband Matt were the wisest people she knew. They were both trained psychologists and had helped her through many challenges in the past.
Anna set up a Zoom call and looked into Gloria and Matt's concerned faces as she explained how she had stumbled upon Corey's porn site and read the stories about slut wives and their weirdo husbands and how she was sickened to discover that her husband was a degenerate.
When Anna finished she wiped the tears from her face and waited eagerly for her friends' wisdom. She watched Matt and Gloria exchange a knowing glance, then look at her tenderly. Anna was shocked when she realized they were trying to hold back laughter.
"This isn't funny!" Anna screamed.
"Sorry, honey," Gloria said, regaining her composure. "Look, sweetheart,
all men
look porn.
All of them."
Matt shook his head in agreement. "He's not a pervert, just a normal guy," Matt said.
"
What?!
" Anna cried. "This is
normal?
"
"Take a breath," Gloria said calmly. "Has he ever cheated on you? Is he a good dad?"
"No, and well, yeah," Anna admitted.
"Attentive husband? Listens to you?" Matt chimed in. "He helps around the house, right, and doesn't he volunteer on the rescue squad?"
"Little League coach?" Gloria added.