Something happened to me about 11 months after my wedding day. No, I didn't get pregnant. Let's see, where should I begin? Oh, I know. Look, I don't want to bore you with the details of my wedding and honeymoon. Mainly because I look back and I do not see where it was all that great.
Now, maybe, if I did share a little you will understand why I say that now. My husband and I were both virgins. I had just turned 19 and Peter was 20. Oh, we messed around but we never went all the way, and we both wanted our wedding night to be that special, so we went to the altar never having made love.
Until my wedding night, the only time I experienced a climax was by my own hands. I say that so you understand why I did not know what making love was all about and that I could achieve a climax by doing it, (making love.) Let me just say that while we were both ready and excited, Peter was more ready than I was and he came so fast it surprised both of us.
Now I had heard that sometimes happens once in awhile. My problem was that is always happened to Peter and that meant that I still never experienced anything close to a climax making love with him. Hell, for that matter, I can't honestly say we actually made love. I mean, don't you have to at least receive two or more strokes into yourself to call it making love? (Or even fucking?)
I will have to admit that I was disappointed (to say the least). I now know that it was because of my/our lack of sexual experience and of course my desires at this point in my life.
To be honest with you, I did crave my climaxes, but the only way I was able to get them was to masturbate, even though Peter would get on me every night and get his rocks off. We have different sleep cycles, and by that I mean I go to bed early 9:30-10 p.m., while he would get up and go play his games on the computer. I would wait for him to leave the bedroom and then I would always masturbate under the sheets, holding my moans down so he would not know he left me hanging.
Now I did not have a job those first 11 months so I was always at home. I always waited until around noon and, after my lunch, I would lie on our bed and make wanton love to myself.
Look, I do not want to come across as if I was unhappy, I was very happy with Peter and my life. I loved Peter, and everything in our lives other than our sex life was just perfect.
Well, one day, after one of my private sex sessions, I thought about going into the office and trying to play one of Peter's games on the computer.
I figured since he was on it every night he saved the games in his "favorites." He did not have many sites listed, maybe 10 or 11. I did not recognize any of the game names, but I one called "other" caught my eye. I opened it and it had a lot of sex sites listed! Now, I never in my past looked at anything sexual on my computer before I got married. There was one that interested me in looking further, it was one called "Storiesonline.net." Now I have always liked reading and I never knew I could read books online. (I guess I am admitting that I did not get online all that much before I was married, aren't I?)
Anyway, I clicked onto the stories online site and discovered that it was almost all sex stories. When I was younger I had read some steamy romance novels but nothing as racy as what I had found at that site.
I saw that Peter had a membership and he had his computer set up to automatically sign in when he clicked on the site, so I was in under his name. I clicked around and found that he had his own library, so I began reading the stories that he had saved.
I was shocked. I mean, shocked to the bone. He liked reading stories of married women who had sex with other men. He liked stories of gangbangs. He had a lot of stories saved of lesbians.
I was at it all afternoon and masturbated almost all day while I read the stories. The thing is, after that one day, I became hooked, I read stories all day long and I went to another one of his saved sites called literotica.com. I found that of the two sites, one was more reserved and the other was not.
After about three months I was thinking of sex more than anything else in my life. When I came to that realization, I decided I had to get a job. Oh, we did not need the money; I just needed to break this nasty sexual life that I was cycling in every day.
Peter did not argue when I told him I was going to get a job. He thought it would be good for me to get out of the house. I went to the newspaper and began my job search. I went all over town filling out applications, and it did not take long to get callbacks. I finally found a great job working for ... hmmmm, I better not say who I ended up working for, I mean, after all, it doesn't really matter.
I went to work and after my training period I was assigned to a section of the company that had to have a woman in order to comply with some sort of sex-discrimination regulations. I was the first woman ever to work in that kind of position or even in that section. I was given my own cubicle and I did my work. In an office of nine men and my boss.
One of the things that I signed as a new employee was that I agreed not to use any company-owned property for personal use. That meant I had to agree not to use the computer at my desk for anything other than my work. They did that because we were all on the Internet. Well, after a while I found that I was always caught up, and I had time on my hands. Well, yeah, I soon tried to see if I could go to the Web sites I used to go to every day at home to see if I could get on them from my office. I discovered within a few clicks that I could go to any of my sites. So, being the clever girl that I am, I decided it would be best to quickly jump in, then download a story or two, save it to a hidden file I put on my computer (or so I thought it was hidden.) so I could read them at a later date and time. And, of course, I checked my other regular sites (100% library and thumbs.com and Hardcore Junkie.com) that I had found that were great sites for nasty pictures.
Over time at home reading the stories of women who have great orgasms when they had sex with dildos, cucumbers, zucchini and the like, I found I wanted to have that kind of feeling. I knew Peter would never give me pleasure like that, so I used cucumbers and zucchini just about every day and, yes, I did have wonderful, mind-blowing climaxes with them. You might even say that I became fixated on masturbation since that was the only way I achieved sexual satisfaction.
Well, as I said, I decided to download things like that from my office computer, and when I had time on my hands I would read a bit, look at women using toys to have sex with and after a while reading, I would get so worked up that I had no choice but to go to the ladies' restroom, get into a stall so I could get relief. Some days I even brought a nice vegetable with me and used it getting off.
Like my husband I really got hooked on those gangbang stories. One type of story that really would make me hot as hell, was when I discovered the different stories of women being forced to have sex by their bosses or they would lose their jobs. Worse yet, they would get blackmailed into becoming the company whore.
About four months into my job and two months after I began reading and hiding my porn on my computer, I walked back to my cubicle and I discovered my section boss, Mr. Case, sitting at my desk. He was using my mouse clicking through picture after picture that I thought I had so cleverly concealed. I had downloaded some pretty nasty stuff -- pictures of women using toys and vegetables; women with two men; women with three men, sucking a cock as she had a man in her ass and another in her pussy; and, of course, pictures of women with women.
Mr. Case noticed me standing in the opening and told me to sit. (I had a chair next to my desk facing my chair for clients to sit as I interviewed them.)
I have no idea what I looked like, I felt sick to my stomach as Mr. Case kept clicking and clicking. He made a statement (I did not take it as a question anyway), "Hmmmm, I see that you like some very nasty, filthy pictures, don't you."
I hung my head in shame, then I guess he came across my hidden stories because he then said, "It looks like you enjoy stories of gangbangs and even sex in the office place."
After about 20 to 25 minutes he stopped clicking the mouse, moved around in my chair and, reaching down, adjusted his crotch, making it very obvious as to what he was doing.
He looked at me and asked, "You are aware that this is grounds for dismissal aren't you, Linda?"
I looked at him and — look, I'll be honest here: I was two things at the same time. I was as excited as I have ever been in my whole life and I was also embarrassed like I have never been in my life. I knew he could fire me and I could not say anything in my own defense. I was as wrong as I could be.
Mr. Case had discovered something about me that my own husband did not have any idea about. Mr. Case discovered that I enjoy reading filthy stories and that I like looking at nasty pictures. I knew that in Peter's eyes I was nothing like that. Mr. Case stood up right in front of me; he again reached down to his crotch and adjusted himself. It was then that I saw just how big his package was. It was straining against his fly and it looked like it was huge. He took his time adjusting himself.
Then he said, "Let's go to my office. I need to figure out what I am going to do with you."
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