I suppose that you could say that I was a bit prudish. I worked at a library, day in and day out, shushing people and helping students find reference books for their next big report. I had been married for 9 years and while the sex was good, it was infrequent and I was often not "in the mood." It just didn't seem to cross my mind as much as other people. That is, as far as anyone knew. Inside, I was a dirty girl just dying to be tied up and violated. I knew that he would be so disgusted if he found out that while he was gone on business trips, I would watch soft-core porn and play with my pussy, giving myself orgasm after orgasm. I could just see the discontent on his face β it would be the end of our already declining sex life.
My husband operates a business from home and one day, I came home early from work. The house was quiet except for a few soft moans. "Oh God," I thought. "He's cheating on me!." I followed the noises to his office. Shaking with anger and fear, I violently threw the door open. There he sat β his mouth agape β his pants around his ankles, and his hand gripping his swollen cock. I could see the pre-cum dripping down onto his fingers. On the computer screen was a movie showing a close-up shot of some horny slut's cunt getting pounded by a huge cock.
I never would have thought he was into this, and I had never been so turned on in my life. My pussy was soaked and my nipples were protruding from my buttoned-up shirt. He was obviously mortified and scrambled to get his pants back up. "Stop!," I ordered him. He started to try to apologize and explain himself. "Keep masturbating," I commanded. He looked confused, but then put his hand eagerly back to work, pumping his rod. "That's right," I said. "Touch yourself, you naughty bastard."