The room rippled with sexual tension as Ben tried to understand what he was seeing. He wasn't dumb, it was that this just defied what he knew of his wife's sexual proclivities. Riley, his sweet wife, was slouched in his gaming chair in her makeshift office, masturbating as she stared at the screen of her company laptop.
The erotic sounds he'd heard through the thin walls had led him to investigate, but they had not been coming from porn, but directly from his wife as she got herself off. Even now Ben saw that Riley was not watching a video of actors, but was watching her own body projected onto the screen from the laptop's camera. A blinking red light indicated that she was recording herself.
Ben had never before seen his wife masturbate. She'd always been very conservative, even making them wait till marriage to have sex. She'd made it absolutely clear that she did not approve of masturbation. Yet here she was, rubbing one out like he hadn't been a room away and very capable of hearing her.
Riley had swiveled to face him, her face a mask of confusion and irritation. She held him fast with her piercing blue eyes and asked him who he was. But Ben had barely registered this. He was too focused on where her hands still were. One cupped her left breast, her small fingers curling around the large springy boob, squeezing it rhythmically. Her other hand was between her legs, which were spread wide. Her middle finger rubbed frantically up and down her slit.
Ben was not capable of answering Riley at that moment. All he saw was his wife behaving in a way he'd wished she would for so long. Misunderstanding the situation, he tried to seize an opportunity.
"Please," Ben begged as he lowered his sweatpants to reveal his hard dick. "Please let me watch you babe. I've never seen you touch yourself before. It's fucking hot!"
Riley's eyes lowered to Ben's rigid member. It twitched just a few feet away in her direction, and her face became a disgusted sneer as she looked back up at him. "Watch where you point that thing," she said coldly. She seemed to hesitate then, to almost turn back around. She even pulled her left hand off her boob and reached behind her to help spin her around, but stopped. She studied Ben intently, as if trying to make up her mind about something. All the while though, her other hand never left her pussy, and she gasped as she plunged two fingers deep inside.
Ben's hand was on his cock. He was tugging at his dick, which was very eager for the attention after having been celibate for almost 24 hours. That had to be a record for them since they'd been married. He suddenly stopped though as a thought occurred to him. His face went white as his imagination began to run wild. Jealousy coursed through every fiber of his being, and he tried to keep his voice from shaking as he asked, "Is this...is your new job one of those subscription porn sites?"
The thought of men watching his wife online. Of watching her strip naked and debase herself for them. That was what he was doing every time he'd ever watched porn. And he'd watched a lot of porn before marrying Riley. Been addicted to it. When things got serious between them, she'd asked him to stop. He'd said yes, but had slipped up more than a few times. But ever since they'd been married, for five straight weeks, he hadn't slipped once because there'd always been sex on tap. She'd been eager to give herself to him whenever they were together, until yesterday.
With Riley gone to her orientation at a job an hour away, yesterday had seemed like a month. He'd almost slipped, and looked up his old friend porn to alleviate his libido. But he'd waited. For Riley. He'd built up the moment in his head of her coming home and them making love before they even ate. But that hadn't happened at all. Because she'd turned him down. He'd fallen asleep wishing he had indeed jerked off to some adult entertainment.
But now here it was before him. Live. And with his wife as the star. Surely she wasn't showing this to anyone else online. Surely it was just for him. He already wanted to touch himself again, even before she gave him an answer. She was so beautiful. Any man would be lucky to see her in this way. But she only belonged to him.
After several seconds that felt like a small eternity to Ben, Riley laughed. She turned fully towards Ben and slid down in the office chair and spread her legs even wider. She made slow circles on her clit, a place Ben had wanted to become more familiar with himself. He'd touched it many times with his own fingers, but never his tongue. He found himself panting for his wife.
"I'm not making porn..." she began, but stopped and cocked her head. "But if you want to keep watching me play with this body, we're gonna play a game."
Ben was already nodding along. He'd agree to anything his sexy wife said in that moment.
"Good. Here's what we're going to do," she said smoothly. "I'm going to pretend like you're a stranger, and you're going to answer any question I ask about yourself and about Riley, and about your life together."
"That's...kind of weird, but..." Ben started, but he saw his wife scowl. "N-no, no. I'll do it. You can ask me anything like we're strangers, and I'll answer babe."
Riley put a hand up, and she punctuated each word of her first question. "What. Is. Your. Fucking. Name?"
Riley never swore. Part of her upbringing. To see her so casually say 'fuck' really got Ben's motor running.
"It's Ben."
"And how do we know each other, Ben?"
"Like...uh, we're strangers?" Ben asked in confusion, his voice rising in pitch.
Riley closed her eyes and seethed for a moment. "No you fucking idiot." As if to calm herself, she brought her finger up to her mouth, the finger that glistened with her arousal, and wrapped her lips around it. She sucked on it, and made a show of using her tongue to lick it clean. When she was satisfied, she clarified her question. "I mean right now, in this moment, what is Riley and your relationship to one another? Roommates? Boyfriend girlfriend? Fuck buddies with a key to her place?"
Ben's mouth had gone dry as he watched his wife become ever sexier before his eyes. He finally found his voice and croaked, "We're married."
Riley's scowl deepened and her nostrils flared. She brought her left hand up and studied the ring on her finger as if he were noticing it for the first time. Under her breath she muttered, "Bitch must have taken it off for the interview." She half turned in the chair and put a hand on the keyboard. She seemed to contemplate tapping some keys. "You should leave Ben. I'll be out soon," she said with a tone of dismissive finality.
"No," Ben pleaded. "Whatever this is Riles, whatever game you're playing, I'm in. I don't think I've ever seen you be sexier. It's like you're a totally different person."
Her fingers, which had been twiddling over the keyboard, froze as he said this. Ben couldn't read her calculating expression as her face was away from him, but her scowl became a crooked smile. "And...you like that?"
