The Prude Pt. 01

The Prude - Pt. 1

============== Donald Uncovers His Wife's Secret Fantasies ==============

"No, I need you to get to my laptop right now and look up the login for that bank!" Melinda Thomas told her husband, Donald on the phone. Donald, opened her laptop.

"I don't have the login credentials for your computer, dear." He said. She gave him the information, perturbed that he was taking so long to log in. She then directed him to the document that had the required information.

"Thank you." She said, smartly, hanging up.

That was generally how the conversation went between the husband and wife. She was a domineering bitch, and he, the subservient, whipped, pussy boy. Even though he made twice the income she did and was a hunk of a man, Melinda always made Donald feel inferior in every way. Even in the bedroom, his sizable seven inch "penis" didn't seem to please her, even though it was as thick as a red bull can. Sex was 'scheduled', and there were only so many things, so many LIMITED things, she would allow Donald to do or see. But, he loved her, and always had.

While he was on her computer, he decided to clean it up, getting tired of hearing from his wife how slow it was, even though it was less than a year old. He ran some standard cleanup routines, then went into her browser history, to remove any unwanted files. He could have just wiped everything clean, but knew that she would be upset if everything was gone, so he went slowly and deleted only those history entries that he thought she wouldn't need. He was shocked when he saw entries around a certain porn site, and, clicking on one of the links, the browser opened immediately to a video of a woman giving head. He opened another link to a video of two men on a woman, one in front of her and one behind her. Donald shifted in his seat, having never looked at porn himself. Surely his prude of a wife didn't watch this smut? As he clicked on more links, things got even nastier, with dildo's being used, machines pumping into women, gang bang videos. My God, he thought, where did these thoughts come from? Did his Melinda REALLY watch this stuff? He realized he was hard, and, even though he was always careful to masturbate out of site of his wife, he unzipped his pants and began masturbating. Video after video was more intense than the others before it, now ending up on women pegging men, facials, and multiple men cumming on women's faces, breasts and vaginas. Donald grabbed a tissue and blew his load into it.

That night, when Melinda got home, Donald tried to be loving and romantic, but Melinda would have none of that, telling him that Thursday was their 'date night' and he'd have to wait until then. He couldn't understand how this woman could watch all that smut and be so cold? Thursday night came, and Donald cooked a nice dinner for his wife. They talked about work, drank wine, then went out on the patio, overlooking their beautiful pool, spa and back yard.

"Honey? Do you ever fantasize about anything?" Donald asked, hoping to open a conversation about what he found on Melinda's computer.

"Fantasize? About what?" She answered, coldly.

"I don't know, just anything. Travel, adventures... Sex?" Donald asked, cautiously.

"Sex? What in the hell would I fantasize about sex? Oh, I get it, it's Thursday night, and you want some, eh?" She replied.

"Well, no, I mean, yes, but what I really mean is, do you ever fantasize about sexual encounters?" Donald pressed, seeing the confusion and anger growing in his wife.

"Sexual encounters? What the hell are you talking about?" She answered, now totally confused. "Do you want to have sex tonight or not?"

"Well, yes, that is, if you want to?" Donald replied, like a whipped dog.

"Then I suggest you forget about 'fantasy' and let's go in and get it over with." They went into the bedroom, where she undressed, turned the lights down to the dimmest level, lay on the bed, and allowed her husband to mount her, missionary style. He tried to kiss her, but she turned her head. He tried grinding into her, but it did nothing for her. Finally after about five minutes, Donald, groaned, cumming in his wife's vagina. Melinda quickly got off the bed and went into the bathroom to relieve herself from the gross slime that had been deposited inside her. She came out of the bathroom and ended up in the living room with a glass of wine, watching the news.

Donald just didn't understand what was going on, but over the next week, continued to watch the videos he found on his wife's computer, becoming more and more enthralled with everything she had watched. Two weeks until his wife's birthday, Donald decided to 'shock' her into admitting her fantasies. Over the next two weeks, he secretly bought some of the toys he saw in the videos. Dildos, vibrators, even a cock sleeve for him, and, the biggest toy, a reciprocating machine that could move any dildo in and out of a woman (or man). Melinda's birthday came, and after a nice dinner out, they made it back home. Donald poured some wine, then asked his wife to remain in the living room, while he got her 'presents' ready.

Ten minutes later, Donald came back to the living room and guided his wife down the hall to their bedroom, telling her to keep her eyes closed, which she did with a loud sigh.

"OK, you can open them now!" Donald said. She did, and was greeted by an assortment of toys laying neatly on the bed, with the machine in the middle of them.

"What, the hell, is this!?" Melinda shouted, shocked at what she was seeing in front of her.

"Happy birthday, honey! I'm sorry to throw this at you like this, but..." Donald tried to explain.

"But, what? You think I'm a pervert? You've been acting so strangely Donald, what is going on?" She replied.

"Look, you don't have to pretend any longer. A few weeks ago, when I had to give you your password to that account, I decided to clean up your computer so it would run faster, and I found your browser history. I know what you looked at, and all the fantasies you seem to have, honey. I just wanted to get it out in the open and let you enjoy some of them." Donald said, almost pleading.

"My browsing history? What do you mean? You think I watch porn or something?" She hissed back.

"Well, it's on there, and you're the only person who uses that computer." Donald answered, realizing how much trouble he was getting into.

"Show me." Melinda commanded, walking out of the room to her home office. Donald brought up the porn site after going to the browser history section, a handjob video appearing on the screen. "Oh, my, God! How did that get on MY computer!?"

"I don't know, honey, but, there it is." Donald replied, hoping that she'd finally admit to her fantasies.

"I've never... Wait, go back to the history section." She said, realizing what was going on. "Now go to 'details' view. Read those time stamps, Donald, am I up at 3:00 AM in the morning?" Receiving a nod in the negative from her husband. She stared at him as if silently asking him to admit that it was he who was looking at porn. "Do YOU have anything to say here, Donald?"

"No, I... Wait, you think this is ME? I've never been on your computer until three weeks ago, Melinda. If I wanted to watch this 'stuff', I have my own computer to do that on, and I DON'T watch this stuff." He huffed back, now getting tired of how he was being treated.

"Well, if it wasn't you, then who..." Melinda stopped, her mind now tracing back in time. "Look at the dates, all within a single week. Who was here that week?" Then it hit her. "Oh, God, it was... My sister, Jen!"

"Holy shit." Was all Donald could say. "Honey, I'm so very sorry for..."

"As you should be, but the damage is done. I'll deal with her in the morning with a phone call. But, tonight, you need to box all that crap up and send it back tomorrow!" She commanded.

"I, I, can't send it back, there's a no return policy, for obvious reasons." Donald replied, totally shaken now.

"Well, box it up anyway!" She hissed back. "And, tomorrow, I'll be buying myself that diamond bracelet I was HOPING you were going to get me!"

Donald did as he was told, boxing up everything, except the cock sleeve that he enjoyed himself. The next day, Melinda called her sister on her way into work.

"Hello, Jen? You've put me and my husband in an awkward position. The next time you stay with us, you need to bring your own FUCKING COMPUTER, so you can watch your dirty videos!" Melinda yelled into the phone.

"Sis, calm down! It was all in fun and I meant no harm. I didn't think you'd mind and I forgot to wipe the history. I'm really sorry." Jen replied, but now becoming upset herself. "If you weren't such a fucking prude, you might enjoy watching them too, and take advantage of that hunk of a husband you have. Do you even realize how many women would love to have Donald, both in and out of bed? You treat him like shit, and I'll bet you don't even enjoy what he has to offer, that, by the way, I've seen when I accidentally walked in on him drying off after a shower... He didn't see me, but I saw him. Do you know how nice of a package that man has? No, you don't, because again, you're a fucking prude!"

"Wha... What did you call me?" Melinda replied. No one talked to her that way.

"You heard me, you're a fucking prude! If you'd watch some of those videos and have a little fun, while you're still young, you might find that you enjoy the company of a well endowed man. Now, you don't have to worry about me watching porn at your house, because frankly, I'm done coming to visit only to watch you tear your husband down in front of me and being the most boring fucking person I've ever known. Fuck you, Sis!" The phone went dead.

That day, Melinda did some self reflection. Was she a prude? Maybe she needed to let her hair down once in a while. Deep in thought, her office phone rang, it was Donald. His office had called, telling him they needed him in Berlin for two weeks and he was to leave tomorrow.

"I suppose you want me to come with you?" Melinda said, in a terse tone. Donald always asked her to come with him for some reason, and she always declined his invitation, even though she could work remotely if needed.

"No. I don't want you to come with me." Donald replied, in a tone she'd never heard before.

"Oh, well, um, okay." Melinda said, taken aback by the coldness in his tone. "Well, I'll be a bit late tonight, some things I need to catch up on."

"Okay." Was the short response.

"I'll talk to you later then, honey." She said, trying a nicer tone, but the line was already dead.

When Melinda got home that night, a note was on the kitchen counter. "I'm all packed and sleeping in a guest room so I don't wake you in the morning for my early flight... Donald." He left the next morning without saying a word or even looking in on her.

The time difference was eight hours, which made it tricky to communicate. Over the next few days, Melinda tried to reach out to Donald, but the responses were either 'I'm busy' or nothing at all. The weekend came and Melinda decided to stay home, a sense of loneliness coming over her. Saturday, she decided to lay out by the pool with a drink, that turned into four drinks. Laying in her lounge chair, she thought about what her Sister had said, about Donald being a hunk. Melinda never really thought about that, and maybe that was her problem. Was Donald a hunk? She brought up vacation images on her phone and began scrolling through past vacations in Europe, Asia, and at the beach, it was on the pictures of them at the beach that she saw her husband in a new light. He WAS a hunk. Damn, he had abs, he had broad shoulders. It was in one of the beach pictures that, looking behind them, Melinda noticed two women checking Donald out... It was obvious. But why was she like this? Was it her strict, upper class, Northeastern upbringing by two dry, prim and proper parents? Why was her sister, only two years younger than her, so different?

Melinda finally realized that her sister, Jen, had gone to public schools, even public college, and had been exposed to a more social environment. Jen married an engineer in the energy industry, who was, well, a bit 'common' in his demeanor. Melinda never understood that relationship until she saw vacation pictures of Jen and her husband Jim, that showed just how good looking Jim really was. In their vacation pictures, Jim always had his arm around Jen or hers around him. In Melinda and Donald's vacation pictures, they might be holding hands, but that was it. No arms around anyone. Then she flashed back to those pictures and remembered hearing herself tell her husband "I don't want your arm around me, let's just take the picture." Oh my God, she thought, I AM a prude! Melinda drifted off to sleep, waking up a few hours later with a light burn on her skin from sleeping in the Sun for so long. Still a bit light headed from the drinks, she went to the bathroom to put on some Aloe cream. She stripped out of her bikini, found the Aloe, and began gently rubbing it into her skin. Looking at herself in the mirror, she realized that she was very attractive, with well defined hips, a pert bottom, and full, 35C breasts. She had never really paid attention to her body, and never imagined anyone else paying attention to it.

As she applied the lotion to her burned breasts, she kept brushing her nipples inadvertently, making them stand up, and sending a small shock down to her vagina. She'd never really played with herself before, due to her upbringing and the fact that to her, it wasn't feminine or 'womanly'. But the feeling she felt at this time, was something new, and, she liked it. She finished applying the cream and put on a light jumper with no bra and a light, cotton pair of panties under it. It was time to eat, so she had a light salad, along with two glasses of wine. She liked how she was feeling, but still searched for direction on how she might change her attitude towards her, now, knowingly hot husband, and how she might even begin to 'spice' things up. She was going to make an effort to be a different wife when Donald returned in just over a week.

As she sat back out on the patio in the dark, trying to think about things, she was at a loss as to where or how to even begin to be a more loving partner. Then, she remembered the videos. She retrieved her laptop, bringing it back out to the patio, opening it up and going to the browser history. The links were somewhat cryptic, so she clicked on the first one, bringing up a video on handjobs. It was a compilation video, showing short scenes of women jacking off men, ending in an orgasm. She watched, somewhat taken aback and even grossed out as the men's fluid as she thought of it, would shoot out of their penis and either fall to the floor, or coat the woman's hand. Some ejaculated onto stomach's or breasts, with a few onto the woman's face, which made Melinda give a sour face. She saw the navigation on the website the video was playing on and expanded it, providing her with a long list of categories that overloaded her current, limited, perception of sex. She never knew there was so many versions of sex, and always thought that her husband mounting her once a month was it.

Then she realized that her Sister watched this stuff and wondered if Jim watched it with her? Another category caught her eye, MMF, which she clicked on and was greeted with many videos showing two or more men on a single woman. Gross, she thought, then began watching one which had a bit of a plot to it, showing a woman coming home to find repairmen in her home and seducing them into having their way with her. While her mind was saying 'this is gross', her vagina was saying something else, and placing her hand over her jumper, she felt a shiver go through her body when she rubbed herself. She, continued watching another video, then another, then her hand moved beneath her clothes and she began rubbing her vagina, finding her clit. One minute later, Melinda shook in the most powerful orgasm she'd ever had, scaring her for a moment due to it's intensity. Totally exhausted, she closed her laptop and went to bed, sleeping for ten hours straight.

The next day, Sunday, Melinda woke very refreshed, and decided to relive the day before, having a light breakfast, then laying out by the pool, being mindful of her still sensitive sunburned skin. She laid on a float, drifting around the pool and day dreaming about what she watched the night before. She began to understand how much she had let her husband down over the past number of years, but thought that at forty, they were still young enough to try and make things a bit more exciting in the bedroom. Thinking of the videos, she began to formulate what she might begin with when Donald came home, would she masturbate him, like she saw in those 'handjob' videos? Where might she allow him to ejaculate, she thought? She wasn't sure she could handle his sperm all over her, or even on her hand, but would she try? What about the MMF videos? NO, she was certain she could never do that. She felt that feeling in her groin again, and she slid off the float to refresh her drink, her groin moved right in front of a waterjet in the pool. Oh, that felt good, she thought, and looking around to make sure no one could see her (no one could see into their yard, but she didn't take the chance), she moved in front of the jet, allowing it to gently massage her clit. She moved closer, until the jet was right on her, bringing her to another powerful orgasm, making her realize the pleasure she'd been missing all these years.

After showering that afternoon, she decided to break out the laptop and peruse other categories. She found a 'masturbation' category, which brought up videos of both men and women, pleasing themselves. Having just really found that pleasure herself, she was curious about the men and how they went about it, knowing the technical aspects of it, but never really seeing a man perform on himself. She wouldn't let Donald play with his penis in front of her. She found that she liked the compilations, which were sometimes labelled 'cumpilation' for some reason. She found a video with about twenty scenes and began watching, leaving the sound on. Melinda found that watching men masturbate turned her on, especially when they would play with their testicles and then announce "I'm coming". Then it hit her, the term 'cumpilation' came from them saying 'coming', only they meant 'cumming'.

Some of the penis's were very large, and she became fixated on how the men's hand moved up and down the shaft, usually with the help of a lubricant of some sort. As she continued to watch, she was amazed at the amount of sperm the men could produce, and her groin began to ache. She also watched some that had women, talking to the man as he masturbated and saw them labelled as 'JOI', meaning 'jerk off instructions' she later found out. She liked those video's and began talking like the women did when she watched a video without a JOI coach. "That's it, baby, jack that cock." Melinda said to a few videos as the men masturbated, using words she'd never spoken before. "Show me that load!" As the men ejaculated, becoming familiar with the terminology. She abstained from touching herself, not ready for an orgasm just yet.

After the masturbation category, Melinda found the 'blowjob' category and was greeted with penises in women's mouth's. She found another compilation video and played it. Again, she was taken aback at first, wondering how a woman could put such a disgusting thing in their mouth. She also noticed a number of women letting the men ejaculate into their mouths, and almost gagged at that scene, but the erotic nature of how the women were pleasing their man, and the pleasure the women seemed to get out of it, along with the pure nastiness of the act began to set her on fire.

She decided to watch one more category before getting herself off for the evening, and found one labelled 'toys'. Clicking on it, videos with women using phallic looking devices to please themselves, some of which were huge, showed on the screen. Some women had one item in their vagina and another in their rear, which Melinda found disgusting, until she watched a few more and saw how much the women seemed to like it. She wondered what those toys felt like, then realized that she had a whole box of them that she had told her husband to get rid of.

Finding the box, she opened it, taking an inventory of what was there. She laid all the toys out from small to large, not knowing how she'd even think about inserting the large one in her vagina. The smallest toy was about the size of her index finger, and, picking it up, she noticed that the base twisted, which immediately made the little toy vibrate. She briefly brought it to her vagina and touched her clit, a shockwave travelling through her body, making her quickly remove the device. She continued bringing the toy to her vagina, leaving it there for longer periods each time, knowing that if she continued, she'd orgasm.

Putting down the vibrating finger toy, she moved onto some others, stopping at one that was the shape of a penis, with testicles attached. It was rubber, and a very flexible, thing; skin colored, with veins, and a little smaller than her husband's penis. It was then she realized just how big her husband, Donald, was. Melinda remembered the videos and brought the thing up to her mouth, initially licking it, then, slowly placing it between her lips and letting the head portion slide into her mouth. She opened up her laptop, brought up a blowjob video and began mimicking the girls in the videos, finding herself getting wetter as she did. She then brought up the toys videos and watched as the women inserted the devices into themselves. Melinda retrieved some Vaseline from the bathroom, slathered some on the toy, then saw as one women applied lubricant to themselves, which she copied. She'd never really touched herself, other than changing a tampon or wiping after going to the bathroom, so when she applied the Vaseline with two fingers, she let them slide into her vagina to thoroughly apply the lube... She moaned. Continuing to watch the video, she moved the toy to her opening, rubbed it up and down a few times, then began gently feeding it into herself. Once it was inserted up to the testicles, she began copying the girl on the screen, moving it slowly in and out.

"I love fucking myself with my play cock." The girl on the screen moaned.

"I love fucking myself with my play cock." Melinda repeated, never having used the work 'fuck' or 'cock' before in her life, but feeling relief and a bit dirty using them now.

"That's it baby, fuck my hot pussy!" The video tramp said, Melinda repeating the dialog again.

Then the girl picked up the pace, fucking herself faster and becoming more vocal, Melinda following the girl's every move. In the end, Melinda said everything the writhing girl on the screen said "That's it, baby, fuck my pussy! Make me cum on that big cock!" And Melinda exploded at the same time her video partner did, continuing to move the fake penis in and out until she was exhausted.

Melinda was totally spent. She washed the toys she used and placed them back in the box, then, got one of the best night's sleep she'd ever had, dreaming of her husband's cock.