MY HUSBAND WANTS ME TO DATE?
By
Laran Mithras
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My Husband Wants Me to Date? is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
Copyright © 2015 - All Rights Reserved
Let the wife make the husband glad to come home, and let him make her sorry to see him leave.
Martin Luther
CHAPTER 1
She caught him. Filthy bastard, I caught you!
Cindy peeked through the door. Robert was in there, in his office, masturbating. She could see the glow of the monitor on his face. Was her husband jacking off to a webcam of some filthy young chick? It's always a redhead, isn't it?
She loved him. He was handsome and they were barely married a year. What had happened? She thought they had a wonderful sex life. She thought they were happy. The shock of what she saw was like cold water to her face – to their marriage. Is something wrong with me? Am I not enough?
She stormed in. "What the fuck are you doing?" Her voice echoed through the small office in their home.
His eyes went large. He fumbled at his engorged dick like a schoolkid caught whacking off by laughing friends. He didn't even have time to touch his computer. His face went red with embarrassment.
She marched around the desk and opened her mouth in shock before she even saw the screen. It was always good to show you were totally outraged by whatever it was, just to make a point - because she knew she was in the right. So her mouth was already open in shocked outrage when she looked at the monitor.
She had come home early. There had been a horrendous accident outside Tennyson's Hardware. Some big truck and some cars. Glass everywhere. The fire department evacuated them – something about a hazardous spill. Her boss told them to go home for the day. Really, it didn't matter much; they didn't need the money. Robert made enough providing moving labor that her money was all extra. He worked a few days a week and paid all the bills.
But that didn't matter; she had caught him. Fucking dirty cheating bastard! How dare he cheat on me!
She looked at the monitor as he tried to grab the mouse and find the small close button on the webpage.
Popups flashed, interrupting him. He clicked furiously, his brow drawn down in concentration.
Why are you bothering? I can see it all. On the screen was a video playing. A woman was kneeling on a bed being pounded by a man from behind. She was sucking on another man in front of her. Filthy. Filthy fucking filth!
He finally shut down the webpage, then tried to act all cool as if she hadn't seen anything. He said, "What?"
Tears burst from her eyes. "Why were you looking at porn? Aren't I enough? What's wrong with me?"
He was up in a flash. "Nothing's wrong with you." He reached to hug her.
"Don't touch me!" She fled the room.
~ ~ ~
Cindy cried in the bathroom. What had happened? Why did everything feel like it was all falling apart? First the accident at her job, then she comes home to him stroking his dick? Was God throwing curses down from On High? What did I do?
Robert's voice came through the door. "Cin… I love you. Come out."
Everyone who was anyone called her Cin. Even her parents. "Leave me alone."
"Come on, come on out."
"No. Go away." She wiped at her nose. It was running like a faucet.
"Come out. I don't want you to cry in there all by yourself."
"What? Are you going to try to tell me I didn't see what I saw?" If he needed his dick stroked, why hadn't he asked her?
"Cin…" The door thumped lightly as he dropped his forehead against it.
"Go away. I'm sure there's some more porn you're missing." Why had he been looking at that video?
She heard him blow out a breath and move away from the door.
"I'm sorry, Cin. Come out."
"No."
Another sigh.
She was cute according to everyone. Straight blonde hair, pert nose, the remains of freckles fading now that she was in her thirties. She even had nice breasts for her size – short as she was. At five foot two, her C cups looked impressive. But weren't men always talking about D cups? Double D cups? Triple D cups? Are my breasts not big enough? No, Rob isn't like that.
She got up from sitting on the toilet lid and washed her face. What am I going to do? I need to get out of here.
She left the bathroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed and stood immediately. His look was concerned. She said, "Leave me alone."
"But, honey…"
"Don't you honey me." She shook her head. "I need some air."
"What? Wait. Where are you going?" He followed her down the hall. "You can't leave."
She grabbed her keys and purse. She left without saying anything else to him.
He stood in the door. "Cindy…" There was frustration in his voice.
She got into her Honda and stomped on the gas. I just need to think. I need… Maybe mom can help me understand. She pulled over at the park and got out. Pulling out her cell phone, she hit Mom's number. She sat on the shaded bench as the phone rang on the other end.
"Hello?"
"Mom…"
"Oh, hi Cin." Mom was always cheerful.
She blew out a breath. "I, uh, need some advice."
"Oh, sure, honey. Hang on and let me get rid of the other call." The phone clicked.
Cindy watched a couple walk past her on the sidewalk several paces away. I bet he doesn't look at porn.
"Okay, I'm back. You there?"
"Yes, mom, thanks."
"What kind of advice are you looking for?"
She crossed an arm under her breasts and cupped her elbow. "Well… it's about Robert."
"Oh? You aren't having problems, are you?"
"Maybe." Why is this so hard?
"What happened?"
"I, uh, caught him looking at porn." She turned red.
"What? Porn?"
"Yes."
"Is that all?"
"Well, he was, um…"
"What, dear?"
She scratched her arm. "He was playing with himself."
"Oh, well… Uh… Was it really bad porn?"
She frowned. "What?"
"Come now, Cin. Who doesn't look at porn?"
"Well, I don't."
"Oh dear."
"Are you telling me it's alright?"
"Well, it's kinda everywhere, isn't it?"
"But, mom—"
"Look, maybe we raised you and sheltered you from much of that, but you're a big girl now."
She dropped her mouth open. Like I'm acting like a kid? She coughed. "Like when I graduated I was supposed to go into the porn industry?"
Her mother laughed. "No, girl. But you don't need to be so uptight—"
"What? Me?"
"You're telling me you don't have any porn in the house?"
"Well, of course not. Do you?"
"Of course, dear. We—"
"No! I don't want to know." Her heart had begun to race. How embarrassing.
Her mother sighed. "Maybe you need to lighten up a little. Was the porn really bad stuff like pee and poop porn?"
She coughed again. I can't believe I'm talking about this with my mom. "No… But—"
"Well, that's not so bad, is it? Listen, here's my advice. Talk to him. Find out what he likes about it. If it doesn't offend you, maybe it's something you could try—"
"Mother!"
"Cin, when you two are in the bedroom, do you have any games or things you do to make love interesting?"
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"It's always interesting."
"Well, I mean something to share with each other? Fantasies?"
"Fantasies? Shouldn't I be enough?"
"Of course, but have you ever talked to him about anything like that?"
She frowned. "No… I suppose not."
"There you go. Do you love him?"
"Obviously."
"Alright then, does he love you?"
"Well, I thought he did and I caught him—"
"Cin. Talk to him. Don't be such a prude."
She coughed again. "I'm no prude, mother."
"Then talk to him. If you don't talk to him, you can't solve your problems."
Cindy pulled the cell phone away from her ear and looked at it in irritation. She put it back to her ear. "You're right." Her shoulders slumped. What had I been looking for? Mother to come stomping in and spank Robert?
"That's a good girl. It'll work out."
She recalled the video. "I don't know."
Her mother laughed in dismay. "Don't toss your marriage away just because you caught him playing with himself. Your father—"
"Mom! I don't want to know."
Laughter. "Alright, but talk to him."
"Okay, okay. I will."
"Let me know how it works out and if you need any more advice. You can pick up the phone any time."
"Alright. Love you, mom."
"Love you, too, dear."
She put her cell phone away. Am I really being prudish here? I'm not the one masturbating to porn. Does that make me automatically a prude? She said to herself, "No, Cin, it doesn't."
She got to her feet, against the unsteadiness of uncertainty. What was he going to say? How could he defend jacking his dick to porn? How am I going to deal with this going forward?
CHAPTER 2
Cindy went home. She would have to go home to pack her things if he didn't want her anymore. She tried to put a blank look on her face before she went inside.
Robert was in the living room sitting on the couch. His hands were clasped together and his thumbs were tapping and wrestling with each other. He did that when he wanted to talk.
She looked at his anxious face and felt as if she was being unfair. But I wasn't the one looking at porn!
He said nothing, just waited to see what she would do. He sat there, looking too cute for words. She loved that about him – his bedroom-sexy good looks and his love for her. He was ruggedly handsome and always attentive.
She sighed. I guess I'll give talking a chance. Putting down her purse, she sat on the recliner. "Mom said I should talk to you." She crossed her arms.
"You called your mother?" He looked ill.
"Yes, I wanted advice."
He pulled at his collar and shifted on the couch. "What did she say?"
"She didn't seem to think it was a big deal."
He tilted his head and looked at her as if to say, "It was to you."
Cindy looked side to side, then at him. "Do you have… a problem?"
"Problem?"
"A porn addiction?"
He sat back suddenly. "Well, no."
"Then why were you looking at porn?"
He scratched his arm – it was something they both did when nervous. "I thought it was pretty hot."
"And I'm not?"
"Not at all – you're fine."
"Then why would you need that video or any of the other porn you—"
"I don't need it. I like to look sometimes."
"Because their tits are bigger?"
He laughed. "No. I'm not into big whomp-bags."
"What's so special then about these women you—"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Actually, I imagine you're the woman."
She laughed in scorn. "Don't try to pull the wool over my eyes."
"I'm not kidding." The look on his face was serious.
She knew the tone. She knew the look. He was being serious. He thought of me as the woman in that video? "You think of me as a whore?"
His look was outraged. "What? Never."
"There were two men in that video. In my book, that makes her a whore."
"Not in mine, and I certainly don't think of you as a whore."
"Why would you imagine me with two men?"
"Because I think it's hot."
"For me to be a whore."
"No, not a whore."
"Then what?"
Robert was looking at her with that look she knew was sincerity. "You're super-sexy. Listening to you moan is awesome. Seeing you feel that pleasure makes my world turn."
"But—"
"I sometimes—"
"What? I'm sorry."
"No, go ahead." He nodded.
"No, you. You were about to tell me something."
He took a deep breath. "I sometimes wonder what it would be like to see that pleasure on your face."
"You see it all the time."
"I mean, watching it."
"Watching?"
"Yes, you with another man."
She coughed. "I'm not a slut."
"I don't think you are."
"I'm perfectly happy with you." There. That should put an end to all this.
He smiled that sexy smile that said he loved her. "And I'm more than perfectly happy with you."
"So you want me to sleep with another man so you can dump me."
He rolled his eyes. "Never. No."
"I don't want any other man."
"I don't want you to."
"But I thought you said—"
"Cin, I just think it would be hot if I watched your pleasure. You're super-sexy. I want other men to see that."
"Whatever for?" Doesn't he realize people get divorced over this stuff?
He shrugged. "Your mine. Thinking of another man giving you pleasure makes me hard."
"That makes no sense." Did you hit your head or something?
"It's like showing off a toy."
"Now I'm a toy?"
He laughed and shook his head. "No, not like that. Another man appreciating you would be ultra-hot."
She lifted her hands palms up and shook them. "But why."
"If a man is sexually aroused by you, it's because you're sexy. I'd love to see men look at you and get hard. It's an ego boost."
"Ego boost? What?"
He waggled his eyebrows. "You're fantastic and you belong to me. It would make me proud to have a man drool over you."
Cindy laughed and shook her head. "You're kidding."
"I'm not."
And she knew it was true.
~ ~ ~
Cindy didn't leave. But she wasn't sure what to think about it all. Her mother's words rang through her head at odd moments. Bedroom fantasies? She was in bed, book in hand when he came out of the bathroom. "So… that video was a fantasy of yours?"
He froze, looking at her warily. "Yes."
She put the book on the nightstand. "Do you think I'm a prude?"
He frowned. "No, why?"
"My mother suggested I was acting prudish."
He looked uncomfortable. "Maybe a little uptight…"
She coughed. "I'm not uptight."
"You stormed out of here today like you were."
I had, hadn't I? "Well, it was kind of a shock."
He got into bed. "I'm sorry for that."
"What, that I saw?"
He nodded.
"How long have you been doing that?"
"What, stroking my cock to porn while thinking of you or stroking my cock, period?"
Cindy gave a half laugh. "To porn and thinking of me."
He looked back and forth. "Well, I guess a while now."
"How long is a while?"
"Since we got married."
She blinked. "Really." It wasn't much of a question.
He nodded.
"You thought of me with another man on our honeymoon?"
His eyes got large and he nodded again. "Remember Don?"
"The bartender?"
"Yep."
"Had a dream about it, too, the night we came back."
She felt his stiffness against her. "Wow, I guess that really does turn you on." She reached down and grabbed him through his underwear, squeezing. He had a beautiful cock that filled her so well. "So how long have you been stroking it?"
"To you?"
"No, before." She reached in and lightly dragged her fingernails up his shaft. It was fully hard.
He laughed. "Well, since I was twelve or thirteen or so."
She leaned her head back. "Really? No way."
He raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, really. Hormones, you know."
She smiled.
"Oh, you like that, huh?"
She snickered. "Well, not thinking about you as a twelve year old jacking your dick, no. Just that you stroke it at all."
"Lots of practice."
"So your fantasy is me with another man."
"Yep."
"And you'd just watch?"
"And jack. Yep."
"You'd handle yourself while…"
"Oh yeah."
Cindy squirmed, feeling a little heat down there. "That sounds kind of nasty."
"What, another man doing you?"
"No, I mean you stroking yourself."
"Oh yeah?"
"I guess it's because you'd be looking at me."
He nodded.
Hmm, I guess mom was right. Talking about his fantasy was kinda fun. She gave his shaft a long squeeze.
CHAPTER 3
It was Saturday morning and Cindy sat down at her computer. Rob was moving some lady and wouldn't be back until late in the day. She sipped her coffee and opened her email.
There was one from her husband.
She gave a little smile and opened it up. It said "Thinking of you makes me do this." There was an attachment. She clicked the download and waited. After a moment, a little window popped up and a gif played. Some man was stroking his shaft up and down. Then he shot long squirts of cum.
She choked on her coffee. She looked around quickly and realized there were no parents to be wagging fingers. She looked back and watched the gif play and replay, over and over. It was a nice shaft, like her husband's. I shouldn't be looking at this.
But she sat mesmerized and watched the hand moving up and down on the shaft and the squirts of cum erupting. She realized she was very warm down there and getting wet.
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