I Saw Your Browsing History Pt 01

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.

"Yes, but--" Anna replied.

"No buts!" Gloria interjected, Matt nodding in agreement. "Your husband's a saint. If looking at porn is the only problem you have with him, consider yourself lucky, OK? It's harmless."

"But... how could it be harmless?" Anna asked. "It's so gross!"

"Look," Matt said. "People read and watch all kinds of junk. Doesn't mean they want to actually do it, right? True Crime, Science Fiction, Game of Thrones and stuff like that? Reading it doesn't mean you want to live it."

"I guess...," Anna muttered.

"And you read those romance novels, don't you honey?" Gloria said. "It doesn't mean you actually want to ride off on a horse with some shirtless stud, right?"

Anna nodded thoughtfully.

"Yeah," Matt added. "People even play out their fantasies sometimes - Civil War reenactors, Renaissance Fairs, you know? They goof around in costumes then change back to their everyday clothes and go home. No one gets shot or beheaded, just harmless fun."

Anna stared back into the screen. She didn't know what to say. Suddenly, she felt terrible for hating her husband, if only for a few hours.

"And by the way," Gloria added, "it wouldn't kill you to maybe put one of his dirty little fantasies into action, you know. Just a little bit."

"What?" Anna replied, stunned. "Are you suggesting I... you know?" She couldn't bring herself to say the words.

Gloria laughed. "I don't mean you should fuck anyone, darling. But maybe let him see you flirt with another guy, at a bar or something? Or dance with some young guy at a wedding or something like that? It doesn't hurt to give your husband a thrill once in a while. I bet he'll go wild for you in the bedroom if you do."

"I... I...," Anna stammered in response.

"And if I know your husband," Matt added, "he'll pull the plug the second you get started. I can't imagine he'd ever let another man get his hands on you."

"Yeah," Gloria agreed. "Call his bluff, so to speak. I bet he'll fold instantly."

Anna nodded warily.

"Think about it," Gloria said with an encouraging smile. "Let's talk again next week."

* * * * *

Anna thought about it for days. She wracked her brain and spoke to Gloria and Matt two more times. Now, three months later, she was sitting at a bar with a stranger, talking to her husband on the phone.

"You're a bad boy," Anna said to her husband teasingly. "I read your stories, you know - voyeur husbands... hotwives... cuckolds? Is that what you dream about, baby? Is that your fantasy?"

Corey knew there was no use trying to deny what she saw, so instinctively he tried to spin it, to distance himself from it. "I, um, I'm sorry, honey, but it's just, like, um...

entertainment

, you know? It's not reality. It's --"

Anna cut him off. "It's OK, baby," she said soothingly, "it's OK."

Corey took a deep breath.

It's OK? Really?

It was not the reaction he was expecting. His hands were shaking on the steering wheel.

"Here's what we're going to do for your birthday, darling. We're going to dip a toe into your fantasies, OK?"

"Dip a toe?" Corey asked suspiciously. "What do you mean?" He couldn't imagine what his prudish wife was proposing, but he was immensely relieved she wasn't threatening divorce.

"I read one of those letters about a wife teasing her husband, letting him watch her flirt with a man at a bar."

"Uh-huh," Corey replied, intrigued. He had a whole list of those stories. His favorite was

The Journey

by rgjohn. Corey felt like he was on a roller-coaster. In an instant his marriage went from rock-solid to almost-over, and now there was a sudden possibility of taking things to a whole new level. He sat silently, palms sweating, waiting for her to continue.

"So that's my birthday present for you, honey," she said. "I'm going to have a drink with Ted, and maybe we'll even dance. You can watch. If you don't like it you can stop us at any time."

"Any time?" Corey asked. He felt like his heart was going to pop out of his chest. He honestly didn't know what he wanted. It always seemed so impossible.

"Yes, any time. You can tell me to stop right now and I'll go up to our room and wait for you, if that's what you want."

"Or?" Corey asked cautiously.

Anna giggled. "Or, you can come into the bar and watch. Whatever you want, baby. It's your birthday."

"My birthday, huh? You sure this isn't a trick to get me to a surprise party?"

"No, sweetheart," Anna laughed. "Not a trick."

"Whatever I want," he said, as if to confirm.

"Yes," she replied, then quickly corrected herself. "Well, anything up to flirting and dancing, you perv. Don't think for a second this is going to end up like one of your porn stories!"

Corey chuckled. That was the last thing he would ever expect from his wife.

"Ted just bought me another glass of wine, honey. Better get here soon."

"Second drink already?" Corey asked, surprised.

"Yep," she laughed. "It's your birthday! We're celebrating. But remember - any time you want this to stop, it stops. Just say the word. You're in charge, baby."

"I'm in charge," he repeated. He still didn't believe it.

"One hundred percent! Do you want me to go back up to our room right now and wait for you there, or should I sit here with Ted and wait for you in the bar?"

"The bar," Corey said. "Google says I'll be there in 8 minutes."

"You're in charge," his wife giggled as she ended the call.

* * * * *

Corey was trembling with excitement as he handed his keys to the valet. He entered the lobby and looked around. The lounge was off to the left. He could see the dim light and feel the thumping bass from the sound system. He still wasn't convinced this was really happening.

It's gotta be a surprise party

, he told himself.

Corey wandered in, scanning the room, letting his eyes adjust to the low light. Suddenly, he saw her. She was sitting at the bar next to a man, sitting very close to him in fact, their bodies almost touching.

Oh, my god!

He thought

. She's really doing it

. He froze, staring, and when his wife turned her head and looked back over the man's shoulder, they locked eyes. Corey felt light-headed.

Anna looked beautiful, as always, but tonight she looked much more sexy than usual, even for going out. Her short, dark hair was freshly styled in layers, her bangs swept to the side. Her full, pouty lips were painted red and her cheeks highlighted in scarlet blush. She wore blue eye shadow, which she almost never did. Big, silver hoops that Corey never saw before dangled from her ears. She wore a choker around her neck - a thin length of black leather with a turquoise heart dangling from it - another thing she had never worn before, as far as he knew. The overall effect was incredibly hot, a look that Corey had never seen from her in all their years together. Corey's heart raced.

She was still in her work clothes, a modest black knee-length skirt, but when she sat on the barstool it rose to any length she chose, and at this moment, sitting with her legs crossed and a black high-heeled shoe dangling from her foot, she chose to show almost half of her smooth left thigh. She wore a pink top covered by a navy blue blazer, standard office wear that hid her slim, taught body. In his mind's eye Corey could see her hard nipples poking out against the pink top, safely covered by the blazer.

His wife flashed him a nervous smile and then looked away, turning her attention back to her new friend. Corey's legs felt wobbly. He staggered over to a booth in the corner and slumped back on the dark brown leather, his eyes focused on the unlikely couple at the bar.

It was hard to wrap his head around the sight of his wife flirting with this handsome stranger. He could see the man leaning in as he spoke. Anna allowed him to touch her arm and shoulder as she listened before bursting out in laughter, shining her 1000-watt smile into his face.

He was well-dressed and fit, wearing dark slacks and a matching suit jacket over a white dress shirt with an open collar. He looked a little taller than Corey, and in better shape. He was clean-shaven with a square jaw, and Corey could see his blue eyes from across the bar. Corey got a sick feeling in his stomach watching this handsome man charm his wife. Immediately he felt intimidated, knowing the stranger was a prime masculine specimen that could probably have any woman in the bar if he so desired, and that right know his attention was focused on his wife.

Corey felt reassured knowing Anna's conservative nature, and that he could put a stop to this "any time," as she promised. He knew he should nip it in the bud, but couldn't bring himself to do it so soon. It wouldn't hurt to watch for a few minutes, to let his wife have some fun, he decided.

Anna sat with her long legs crossed, sipping Sauvignon Blanc as she chatted and laughed with her new friend. The man was obviously charming, but he could tell his wife was nervous. She kept shooting quick glances in Corey's direction, as if to make sure he was still there.

Halfway through her second glass of wine, though, Corey could see her begin to relax. Anna felt it, too. The alcohol was having its desired effect. Starting to feel frisky, Anna glanced at her husband sitting in his dark corner. She saw him watching intently, disbelief written all over his face. She gave him a playful smile and draped her left hand over the man's shoulder.

A wave of excitement shot through Corey - his wife's nails were freshly manicured, sparkling along with her gold wedding band and diamond engagement ring. He always loved it when she painted her nails - there was nothing that aroused him more than the few times she had wrapped her colorful fingers around his hard cock. She hadn't painted them in a while though - it was one of those romantic gestures that seemed to have fallen by the wayside lately.

Ted was enjoying Anna's company very much, and it excited him to be part of their role-playing. He stayed at the hotel regularly on business and had plenty of success with the ladies, but it was always divorcees or cheating wives. He had participated in a scenario like this on one other occasion. He was flirting with a very attractive lady at the bar, just like he was now, with her husband watching from the shadows. After one drink Ted managed to get her onto the dance floor but it was too much for the husband. He cut in, they left, and that was the end of it. Ted was disappointed that night. The idea of openly cuckolding another man thrilled him.

Ted had a feeling that tonight might be different, but he wasn't getting his hopes up. Anna looked beautiful, but in her matronly skirt and blazer she certainly didn't appear to be on the prowl for a spicy evening. He sensed it was her first time playing a game like this. Still, the fact that she accepted his offer of a second drink was a good sign.

With Anna halfway through her second glass of wine, relaxed and laughing, Ted calculated it was time to move things along. He put his arm around her, leaned in and asked her to dance. The band had come on stage and a few couples had already made their way onto the dance floor. Anna hesitated. She looked to her husband, expecting to see concern on his face, or maybe even anger, but he seemed more excited than anything.