A friend in need.. part 2

I woke up with a hangover, head pounding, still in Wendy's arms. She was a good friend, staying with me all night while I went through the v

I woke up with a hangover, head pounding, still in Wendy's arms. She was a good friend, staying with me all night while I went through the various stages of grief. How many glasses had we drunk? My head felt as if it were splitting apart. I felt Wendy stir in her sleep, causing her leg to slide against mine and her hand to slide across my ass accidentally. It sent shivers through me, but I reached out and shook her shoulder gently.

"Wendy, you need to wake up, hon."

"Urr, where am I?" She groaned, her hand cupping my ass and squeezing, as her eyes opened. "Oh, sorry, Lizzy, I was dreaming of Henry."

She let go and unwrapped her leg from mine.

"That was some dream I was having." She admitted with a laugh.

"I don't think I know Henry," I said, hoping the warm feeling would fade; the caress had set my skin on fire.

"He didn't last long, but the things he could do with his tongue."

I didn't need to hear that, because now I envisioned some guy between her legs. I got out of bed and wrapped my robe tighter; it must have opened during the night, but I wore a bra and panties underneath, so it wasn't as if either of us was flashing the other.

"Well, one day, you will find one you hold onto," She gave me that studious look as I said it. "Listen to me, the expert, my husband is cheating under my nose."

"I believe there is someone for everyone, you just have to be ready to stake your claim if you want a happy ending." She sounded so serious saying that I could only nod in agreement.

"You believe there is someone you're destined to be with?"

"Yes, I do, and hopefully in the not-too-distant future, they will be between my legs, outdoing Henry." She laughed, and I joined in.

"Wendy, you are terrible. So what does that say about me and Ethan?"

"It means you have to face up to the fact that you thought you had a future with him, but you were wrong. Let's have breakfast, and then you can confirm what you suspect and check his laptop."

Wendy walked away to the shower, her short robe barely covering her well-formed ass. If Henry were here, I thought, he would be chasing her in. The thought made me smile, and I went down to start breakfast.

A little later, I sat in front of his laptop, waiting for it to start up.

"Do you know his password to get in?" Wendy asked over my shoulder, also peering at the screen. The short robe she wore barely covered her from the angle I was sitting at.

"Yes, it's Lizzy and my date of birth," I replied, typing the information.

"Not exactly serious security for someone in his profession, at least it stops anyone from getting on his laptop and putting stuff there. Whatever we find is his." She said, explaining as if I were a child, but she was right.

The screen refreshed, showing various folders. I clicked on the first one, and it opened to hundreds of images of women posing in sexy positions.

"Oh, Ethan, I expected better from you." I sighed.

"One second, let me right-click on the image," Wendy said, reaching past me. "The date that image was accessed and created was three years ago; someone's been looking at these for a long time."

"As far back as that?" I felt the pain of betrayal again.

"Open another folder. He liked studying two girls together by the look of it." She said as hundreds of images of women having all-girl sex filled the screen. "Let's double-click that."

The image filled the screen, and again Wendy highlighted a date from several years ago.

"This is when you were dating, look at the first access date."

She was right, the dates were before we had gotten serious, it meant he had been looking at porn throughout our relationship.

"What about that folder?" Wendy moved the mouse and clicked; the screen filled up with more all-girl sex, this time using toys. She clicked another folder, and this was women dominating other women, tying them to the bed.

"Well, it looks like your husband had a kink he didn't feel he could share with you."

"You think it is my fault he goes with other women." The thought was almost physically painful.

"No, Lizzy, not at all." She gave me a reassuring tight hug, her robe opening, and her bare breast pressed against me in her haste.

She broke the hug and retied the robe, but not before I had accidentally checked her out.

"What I mean," She continued, "was that he has had this addiction since before you met, so your relationship is built on a lie; you have to accept and either move on or accept his needs and make adjustments to your life to accommodate them." She gave me that studious look, waiting for my reply.

She was right, our relationship was built on a lie.

"What do I do?" I felt lost, for the first time in my adult life, I was unsure.

"Well, I would suggest two options: kick him out and cut all contact with him, or immerse yourself in these folders and see if you can find some common ground to rebuild a relationship."

"All-girl sex turns him on. How do I compete with that? And do I even want him anymore?"

"I think you need some space to think, Lizzy. The good thing is it's going to be months before he contacts you, so you don't need to rush a decision today. I am here for you, but I think I should go sort through my water damage and pick up wine on the way over tonight. We can discuss it more then."

It made sense, so I went and showered, and once Wendy had left, I started opening files to look at what my husband had been viewing.

The first folder was single adult women of all ages, all posing, and a lot of them appeared to look similar to me, so that was good. They were modelling all kinds of nightwear and lingerie, which I don't think I would ever have the nerve to wear. 

The second folder was all-girl sex with the couples all seeming to have long blonde hair and short dark hair, once again, they managed to cover every position, from simple kissing to 69'ing. I could feel my cheeks burning with embarassment at the actions, but I have to admit I like oral performed on me so in the context of the relationship that was implied then it was acceptable, I just couldn't imagine myself going down on another woman, even when she was as beautiful and sexy as the next one I clicked on. The constant images of women having oral sex drove home to me the lack of my own sex life, and it somehow seemed acceptable to slide a hand down and touch myself as I looked at something I would never consider doing.

The third folder was similar except that each image was a short dark dark-haired woman taking a long-haired blonde woman with a toy. These were a succession of shots showing the dark-haired woman displaying the toy, modelling it strapped on, positioning herself, and then fucking the blonde-haired woman who lay on the bed. I am not gay, but the thought of being fucked at that moment was very arousing, and my hand worked faster down below. Maybe I was just missing Ethan, but the thought of a long, hard cock had my fingers rubbing faster.

The fourth followed the same theme, except here the blonde was tied down. I had never thought of being tied down; I would be so helpless, but the blondes in the images clearly trusted their dark-haired lovers, because they allowed them to tie their hands to the top of the bed, and then enjoyed being fucked. Could I have allowed Ethan to do that? To be tied as he fucked me? It was a very erotic thought now that I considered it, and I brought myself to a climax as I finished looking at the images.

I allowed myself to recover before opening the final folder, which had a blonde woman kneeling before a woman who wore a full face mask, about to perform oral sex on her strapon. The idea was kinky and shocking, and yet after just climaxing, I was in a more receptive mood to what consenting adults did. I had performed BJs on Ethan many times, so why shouldn't a lesbian on her lover? I couldn't find an answer to that question as I looked at her lips, taking in the giant cock just as I would have accepted Ethan's smaller but adequate hard shaft. The idea got me aroused again, and I had to finish myself once more as I viewed the collection.

The hours had flown by as I trawled through the thousands of images. I realized I didn't know my husband at all. He wanted to see me making love with other women, dominant women who controlled me. What did that say about our marriage, I asked myself.

Having reached the end, I opened his emails, and everything had been deleted, but for one email that had been received less than an hour ago.

Ethan,

It was fun again last week. You want to see your wife owned by another woman, well, if you can ever break through to your frigid wife, send her to me.

Mistress

I didn't know whether to delete it or reply, so I waited until Wendy came home, bearing Chinese food and wine, and after we had consumed the lot, leaving empty containers all over the worktop, I told her about it.

"Well, the main thing is its final confirmation: the panties, photos, condoms, images, and emails. You have to accept it's overwhelming evidence."

"Yes, I kept thinking it could be a mistake, but who could have access here or know his password to his laptop and finally send and receive emails? I have to accept that the person I fell in love with was a lie."

Wendy came over and hugged me.

"That is the start, Lizzy, I am with you,  you know that."

"I do." I felt comfort from the tight hug, and for a few seconds, we just held each other.

"So tonight, we finish the wine and hit the joint and forget everything. Tomorrow is the start of your new life."

"My new life?" I asked what she meant.

"Tomorrow you get your revenge, we go out and hit the clubs and get wasted, and maybe you even contact this mysterious woman and get some answers."

"Pass the bottle," I instructed, and spent the next few hours on a high before passing out, vaguely aware of Wendy helping me upstairs and into bed.

As with every other time I smoked the joint, I experienced that out-of-body, sexual excitement experience that had me dreaming of being fucked by the masked woman from the images, my hands tied to the bed as she slid her strapon into me, before disappearing between my legs. It felt so real in my dream, the sensation of the ties against my skin, the same mask I had seen in the images, the feel of that giant cock as it slid so juicily into me until all I could do was scream in pleasure.

It was no wonder I woke up drenched in my cum, my legs wrapped around my pillow. That would explain the feeling of another person on top of me, riding me hard. It may have been only a dream, but my body felt as if I had made love, my breasts ached as if they had been sucked on, my panties had been pulled off, and lay in the bed beside me. I felt that wonderful bliss that I used to experience with Ethan.

I couldn't tell Wendy I was having erotic dreams, so I snuck to the shower to freshen up before going downstairs.