Celeb Fun

The blue light of the laptop screen cast a cool glow across Rose’s face, illuminating the furrow in her brow. Her fingers hovered over the trackpad, a tremor running through them. The screen immediately came up on a browser window, and Rose, her heart thudding a frantic rhythm against her ribs, clicked on ‘History’. A small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips. “It was right there, in the most recent item, that I saw it: My husband had visited a forum on porn. A little afraid of what I’d find, I clicked.”

The site materialized, a stark black background punctuated by lurid thumbnails. Rose’s eyes darted to the top right corner. Her breath hitched. There, in bold white letters, was a username: ByrneBabyByrne. “ByrneBabyByrne? That’s the screenname he chose?” A small, disbelieving laugh, thin and reedy, escaped her. She clicked on the profile, then on ‘Posts’. “Every fiber of my being was trying to stop me from reading any of my man’s posts, but I had to know.”

She took a deep, fortifying breath and clicked on one. The title, boldly proclaiming ‘Fantasy Affair Scenarios’, seemed to mock her. She braced herself, imagining the worst, the most explicit details of a life he might want that didn’t include her.

The first post, however, was written in a familiar, almost shy tone. And then, as her eyes scanned the words, a slow, dawning realization spread through her.

“Alright, fellas, here’s a weird one, but I need to get it off my chest,” she read, her own husband’s voice echoing in her head as she devoured his words. “I know this sounds like crackers, but I would really like to have an affair with my own wife. I mean, I know she's weird, but she’s such a fox! Like, seriously, she drives me absolutely wild. The way her hair falls when she’s concentrating, that little dimple when she smiles, the intense stare she gets when she’s trying to figure out a new recipe.”

Rose’s eyes widened. She scrolled down, her fingers trembling now for an entirely different reason.

“I keep thinking about how to make it feel new, dangerous even. Like we’re sneaking around, rediscovering each other without the comfort, maybe? The familiarity? I miss that raw, ‘can’t keep our hands off each other’ feeling we had when we first met. Not that our sex life is bad now, not at all, but this fantasy. It's about reigniting that spark, that forbidden thrill, with the one woman I actually want. She wouldn’t expect it. She probably thinks I see her as ‘wife’ now, but honestly, she’s still the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And those quirky habits? They just make her more. her.”

Rose leaned back in her chair, a slow, incredulous smile spreading across her face. The tension that had coiled in her stomach moments before completely unspooled, replaced by a warmth that flooded her veins. Her husband, looking for an affair. with her. And he thought she was a “fox” and “weird.” Her eyes fell back to the first post, to the final sentence she’d initially skimmed over. "The first thread I clicked on was about affair fantasies, and the first post by my husband was about.” Rose whispered, “Me?”

A sudden sound of a key in the lock jolted her. Jeff was home. Rose’s mind raced, a mischievous glint entering her eyes. This was certainly an interesting predicament. And suddenly, an affair, a secret rendezvous with her own husband, sounded like the most exciting prospect in the world. She quickly closed the browser, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. Tonight was going to be very interesting.