I Found Porn on My Husband’s Laptop

“What is that?” I screamed.

In front of me was my husband’s laptop, and on it was porn. And not just any porn, lesbian porn.

It felt like a gut punch.

“What‘s wrong?” He said as he ran back to his study in his bath towel, with a wet body and a concerned look.

I pointed at the screen, my other hand covering my eyes.

“What? And why are you covering your eyes?”

“It’s so gross, Alex!” I complained.

He laughed.

“C’mon, you’ve got boobs and a vagina! What’s so gross about that?”

“I don’t know! It’s just the way they are…” I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud.

“Licking each other's pussies?” Alex completed the sentence. “They are just making love, Carmen!” He added, smiling at my hesitation.

Gently, he came up to me and held me in his arms.

I became aware of his tanned muscular body, covered by a thin towel. His breath caressed my ear and I felt his cock harden.

“Can I do that to you babe? C’mon baby let me go under your skirt and lick your pussy?” He whispered.

I felt a sudden urge. That I should just let go and rip his towel off, grab his dick and feel its hardness. And then let him do what he wanted, use me, lick me, and even make me suck him, things we had never done, things I had never allowed.

But I shied away as usual and the moment was lost. He shut his laptop and put it in his bag.

“Sorry, Carmen. You know I watch porn, I know you don’t like it. If you want me to stop I…”

By that time, I was disarmed by his straightforwardness.

“No no, it’s ok, I do not want to control how you live your life!” I said.

But I knew it didn’t sit well with me.

Later that evening, I settled on the living room couch with a glass of wine, resting my legs on the table, and feeling a bit guilty about enjoying such things as Alex flew away to another one of his consulting trips.

I still regretted that missed moment. I still felt his hardness between my thighs.

My thoughts wandered over my reaction to the porn video. I cringed. Why do I feel that way? And not just porn, love making scenes in a movie or a TV show would have me covering my eyes.

The sun went below the horizon . I turned the security alarm on, but left the house in darkness.

Loosening my bathrobe, I sank deeper into the couch and into my conflicting thoughts.

Alex had always been so open to me. His phone, his computer, his bank password, his life, he had never kept anything a secret. And he had been truthful about watching porn from the beginning.

So why does it bother me?

But…But how can he watch such stuff? Why did he need to watch other women? Was I not enough for him? Does he not love me anymore? Does he want me to lick another girl's pussy?

Feeling a little tipsy, I became curious and went back to his study. A strange thrill caused my hands to shake as I pulled up that video.

“Girl seduces her best friend.”

I tapped play.

It hit me with such force that I gasped. For a girl who grew up in an extremely conservative household, it was brain melting shock. The sight and the sounds overwhelmed my senses. I lowered the volume.

The girls were kissing each other passionately. I forced myself to watch their naked bodies writhing as they moaned, sucking each other all over their curves and nubs.

Does this make Alex stroke his fat cock? I wondered, feeling a bit disgusted. But liquid courage in the form of wine helped me to continue watching the debauchery.

They are beautiful for sure. I mused.

Something twitched.

What the fuck?

It still felt dirty, for sure it did, but why I felt a thrill, why I got aroused, I do not know to this day.

I remembered the first time I had masturbated. When I had done it, and while I did it, I felt so unclean.

But that very fact had made it thrilling. Was it the sense of liberation? A sense of rebellion from my conservative past?

“God your pussy is so good, let me suck it again!” The blonde seducer said.

“Oh! You are such a nasty little girl!” The other one responded, totally seduced by now, but clearly she meant the word “nasty” in a good way.

That’s what I had begun to feel by then, “nasty” but in a good way. Once I powered through the initial barrier, it was sexy.

My cheeks were flushed as I felt an urge to get naked. I stood up and let my bathrobe slide off of my body.

I was naked in the middle of the study!

I wanted somebody to touch me. So bad!

Wish Alex was here now! I would let him do everything!

I ran my hands all over my body. It felt so strange as I cupped my breast awkwardly and then slid my hands down.

What was happening to me? My old self wondered.

The shy girl in the video was now totally unhinged, totally devoid of any resistance. She was moaning loud, as she sat on the blonde’s mouth, rubbing her pussy on the instigator’s face.

I resisted, but my hands started fumbling with my clit. So I squeezed hard, my instinctual response to being touched down there. I began rocking my hips awkwardly. Juices flowed down there and I could smell my pussy now.

On the other side of the wall was a mirror. In it, I saw my reflection. My body was slightly hunched over, my legs squeezed together and my fingers were rubbing my clit furiously. I became aware of the sloshing sound my pussy was making.

But it was my face that shocked me the most. It was so contorted with sexual tension, so animalistic, that I could not believe it was me.

How can I be so filthy?

The spectacle in the mirror looked so debased to me, so nasty, that I orgasmed quickly, staring into my own eyes.

But it was a weak orgasm, a release without much satisfaction. Worse, I felt filthy afterwards.

But I had a feeling that this was not over yet. In fact, this was only the beginning.

Part 2