The Secret Fantasy
This is why I always hate tax season. I don't mind how busy I get at work. As a tax accountant, that's what I'm used to this time of year. April makes or breaks my whole year. Without personal tax, I'd be out of business. So why do I hate tax season? It's because I can't let someone else do ours. And my husband, I love him very much. But he is the least organized person I've ever met.
So, here I am again going through his files on this infernal laptop that appears to be owned by a schizophrenic maniac. Dan is a genius when it comes to architecture. His building designs have won international awards. His presentations have won over skeptical executives from some of the largest corporations in the world. But you never know when you open a folder on his computer whether you'll find recipes mixed in with material reports or vacation photos mixed in with receipts from his clients.
He had told me he organized everything this year. And yet, here I was opening a folder called "Garden Ideas" only to find a spreadsheet with travel expenses. But what's this folder? He's called it "Stuff for Bin". Let me guess. It's a whole folder just for things to delete. Better have a look first. When I open the folder I'm a little shocked, I admit. It's full of links to various porn websites. I don't mind, of course. Sometimes we watch it together in the bedroom to spice things up a little. But, of course I'm curious too.
So, I clicked the first one. "Wife Fucks Massive Cock while Husband Jacks Off" is the first title. I watched it for a little while. They weren't lying about the size of it. It's thick and very long. There's too much to do to watch all this so I click the next one. "Hot Redhead Shows Husband How a Man Fucks Her Right" is the next title on a different site. She is pretty and again, she's taking a massive cock right in her ass. And there's a guy, her husband I guess, in the corner pleasuring himself as he watches.
After clicking about five more links a pattern is emerging. These are all the same theme. One after another it's a "husband" watching "his wife" have sex with a big cock stranger. "This is quite curious," I say softly aloud.
Dan and I have always been very open about our fantasies. Sometimes we even explore them in the bedroom. Though, most of our fantasies have been pretty vanilla, nothing that involves other people. But this amount of links, there must be three, four hundred links here. I look at my watch. Maybe I have time to watch just one. I go through the list and find one that's titled "Petite Blonde Housewife Ruined by Husband's New Boss." Well, that's me. I'm only four foot nine and I stay fit, cycle, yoga, jogging. I'm the quintessential example of a petite with measurements thirty-two "A" bra, twenty-five inch waist and thirty four and a half inch hips.
I click the link and it pulls up yet a third website. The video is in a tiny window with ads all around, so I make it full screen and turn up the volume. Dan is at work and will be for several hours. I started watching it.
The first thing I notice is that she looks a lot like me. Long, straight hair, golden blonde. She's tan but not garishly so. Her breasts are about like mine, slightly larger. And she's very short, maybe even shorter than me. There's a very short intro scene where the three are drinking at the couple's house. The men are wearing casual evening clothes and she is in a pretty and short cocktail dress.
It cuts to a scene where the pretty wife goes to the kitchen for another tray of hors d'oeuvres. While she's gone the "boss" asks the "husband" if it was "good to go." The husband nods and says, "Yes, she agreed to it.
Pretty soon the wife comes back and the boss sits on the couch. Husband sits on another chair at a slight angle. And the wife goes and stands by the husband. She looks down at him and shrugs slightly. The husband quietly nods. She nods back to him.
Walking toward the boss she starts to speak, "My husband tells me that you said he couldn't have the promotion that he's been working his ass off for unless you get something in return. Is that right Roger?"
"Yes, that's about the size of it, Nancy," he nods with a wicked grin.
She sits on the very edge of the couch right beside him. Without a moment's hesitation she rests her left hand on his knee and says, "And this something you want is me?"
Roger places his hand on the small of Nancy's back and slides it up to where the zipper on her dress begins. "That's right, Nancy. I've wanted you since the day I hired Dan. In fact, you're why I hired him."
Now, this may just be a coincidence, but I was shocked that the husband's name was the same as my husband's name. And I was even more shocked the moment I felt a stirring in my vagina. As I continued watching the scene the dialogue trailed off. There was nothing remaining of any semblance of plot except for the occasional cut to the husband sitting there watching his boss get a blowjob from his beautiful wife.
