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Benny sat before the computer and wiped his sweating palms on his khaki pants. He felt slightly guilty about hacking into his wife’s Yahoo account. It was so sneaky and underhanded and… well, it just felt plain wrong. He hoped to hell his feelings of guilt were justified. Maybe he would open her account and find boring emails from her sister talking about the kids. Benny would
sigh in relief and delete the keylogger software he’d installed last weekend.
He slowly typed in her account ID and password. He licked his lips nervously before pressing the Enter key. The ends justified the means, right? Lauren had been acting so strangely in the past couple of months, ever since she got that new job at the manufacturing firm. She was a customer service rep or some such thing. She was supposed to sit in a cubicle at a desk all day
long, but lately she spent what seemed like hours dolling herself up to go to work. Benny often wondered why she needed to look so nice to sit in front of a computer and yak on the phone all day long. When she got home she would put on her ratty old sweats and watch television until long after Benny was asleep. So I won’t bother her for sex, Benny thought bitterly. She always acted like sex was something Benny should learn to do without. It had been great for the first few years,
but lately… well, it just seemed boring, especially when Lauren laid there like a plastic blow-up doll until Benny was finished.
Recently, Lauren spent a lot of time on the computer in the evening. Whenever Benny entered the room, her hand would twitch nervously and the screen would flicker as if she had she quickly clicked on a different program.
“Just paying bills,” she would say if Benny asked. He wondered which bills made her giggle throatily every so often. Benny heard her sometimes, if he lurked outside the door. He had begun to suspect Lauren of having an affair.
The email account opened up. Benny felt a sinking feeling when dozens of emails appeared in the From column with the name studlymitch.
A car door slammed outside and Benny gasped and jumped. He took a shuddering breath and tried to steady his beating heart. Lauren was at work. Benny had intentionally taken the afternoon off so he could check her email in private. He clicked with deliberation on the latest email from studlymitch, which had been sent the day before.
Laur, that last pic you sent was so hawt I nearly came just by looking at it! meet me in the supply room tomorrow so I can fuck you till the white-out explodes Mitch
Benny nearly shut off the computer. He felt dizzily sick. It was true, then. Lauren was having an affair. Who was Mitch? She had never mentioned him—with good reason, obviously. A coworker, most likely. Meet me in the supply room. God damn her!
Benny closed the message and looked at the long list of emails. He scrolled down and felt a sinking sensation when he saw how long the email correspondence had been going on. Two months? He clicked on the first one, dated nearly two months prior.
babe, that was some kiss today. it made me want to do nasty things to you! Mitch
Benny clicked on the next one. Lauren’s reply was midway down the page.
What nasty things?
Mitch’s response read: unbutton your shirt and slide my hands under your bra until your nipples are rock hard
Benny swallowed hard at the image of another man’s hands slipping under his wife’s shirt. For some reason, the thought was less disturbing and more exciting than he would have guessed. He quickly clicked on the next message.
My nipples are rock hard right now. I unbuttoned my shirt and I’m not wearing a bra. I’m touching them. Pinching them and thinking of you. I feel so hot right now!
Mitch: my pants are off and I’m sitting at the computer with my dick in my hands. i’m stroking it and imagining your hand touching me. tell me something sexy.
Benny wondered who Mitch was—he couldn’t even capitalize. Probably some warehouse jerk or some guy from the production line. What an idiot. Benny sneered but his disgust did not stop him from opening the next email.
Lauren: Maybe you can show it to me tomorrow? One kiss was not enough—I want more. PS. Is this sexy enough? My hand is under my skirt, stroking myself under my panties, which are nearly soaked through from thinking of you. I’m touching my clit and it feels so good because I’m thinking of your tongue on it—it’s hard to type with one hand, isn’t it? LOL.
Benny found his hands sweating, reading his wife’s email and picturing her sitting in very same spot fondling herself. Paying bills. The slutty bitch! Still… Benny found his hand dropping to his own crotch and discovered his cock was getting hard.
He clicked on the next email and found an attachment. The message said: here is a taste of what you can see tomorrow. speaking of taste… maybe you can do that, too!
The photo loaded to show the a man’s large thick cock peeping through the zipper of his jeans. The shaft was as big around as a beer can and it wasn't even fully erect. Unwillingly, Benny imagined his wife leaning her head down and taking it in her mouth. Suddenly, Benny unbuckled his belt and reached his hand into his pants to grasp his hardening member—the image was shockingly erotic.
Benny found himself clicking on the next email from Mitch with his right hand and gripping his cock with his left.
Laur, that was the best blow job I’ve ever had. where did you learn to do that? talented! but it just makes me want to put it inside you now, lol. Mitch
Benny’s hand clenched on his dick at the thought of Lauren giving a blow job to that huge penis. His right hand shook as he clicked on the previous email and opened the picture again, thinking about her mouth and tongue sliding up and down and over the rigid erection. The bitch! He felt momentarily enraged. She rarely gave Benny head—she always acted like it was an unpleasant chore.
Maybe she liked it better when it was big enough to choke her? When the huge thing was rammed down her throat over and over? The graphic image nearly made him moan aloud and he stood up quickly to yank his khakis down to his knees—the tightness in his groin was becoming unpleasant.
Benny closed the photo and clicked the next email on the list. The body of the email simply read, Is this where you want to put it? There was an attachment and Benny held his breath when he opened it. The image opened to reveal a digital photo of his wife’s pussy—pink, wet, and wide open framed with dark curls. When the hell had she snapped that picture? The thought of Lauren
sitting naked on the edge of the bathtub with their camera between her legs nearly caused Benny lose control. The idea of the mysterious Mitch seeing the photo made Benny stroke his member quickly beneath the boxers, feeling a heady rush of excitement. After a moment, even the loose drawers were too constricting and Benny pushed those down to his knees also. He eagerly clicked the next message to read Mitch’s response.
you know it! did you take the pic yourself or did someone take it for you?
Lauren replied, Of course I took it myself. I told you Benny and I rarely have sex any more—he never wants to do anything adventurous. It’s all so boring. I bet if I asked you to work late tomorrow and have sex on the conference room table, you’d jump at the offer, wouldn’t you? You like adventure, don’t you?
Mitch: is that a real offer?
Lauren: Are you up for it?
Mitch: hell yes! but won’t you feel guilty?
Lauren: Probably, but I’m so hot for you I can’t stand it. I keep looking at the pic of your cock and I want to feel every inch of it deep inside me, sliding in and out until I scream your name.
Benny began to pant and his hands were sweating. Lauren’s callous betrayal hurt, but the idea of his wife sprawled on a hard wooden conference table while that huge dick pounded into her was provocative. He hoped Mitch had hammered the bitch until she could barely walk. The thought of it made Benny’s hand move in faster and faster strokes. He could hear Lauren’s hot cries of passion—sounds
she had not made for Benny in years. He shut his eyes and imagined himself thrusting into her, ramming over and over while she thrashed on the tabletop. Benny jerked faster and harder until the orgasm ripped through his body and hot fluid streamed out, spraying the underside of the keyboard tray.
Benny was panting hard and he rubbed his dick a few more times, squeezing out the last bit of semen. He laughed slightly at the mess—what would Lauren say if she came home and saw that?
“What were you doing in here, Benny?”
“Jacking off to the emails you sent to your boyfriend, you fucking slut!”
Benny kicked off his pants and boxers and strode into the bathroom half-naked. He washed himself off and returned to the office with a wet washcloth to scrub down the desk. He wondered how many times Mitch had performed the same maneuver in his house sitting in front of his computer, looking at photos of Benny’s wife.
Benny sat in the computer chair again, still naked from the waist down. Maybe he would stay that way until Lauren got home. He could give her a little “adventure” in the front hall on top of that stupid faggy table she loved so much. He’d smash that goddamn ugly white vase on the floor while he was at it.
Benny checked the clock. There were still plenty of unread emails and Benny had lots of time before Lauren got home. He got up to get a bottle of lotion from the hall cabinet and went back to the computer.
Benny clicked on another email and found he was already getting hard again.
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