As I sat at my computer watching my latest porn fetish, I heard the door open and as I took my eyes off the screen I saw my husband standing in the doorway. He had dirt and sweat all over him from the days work and I could tell that he wasn’t in a very pleasent mood. “What’s the matter?” I knew better to ask any other question other than that. With a sigh he went over to the bed to lay down and in my haste to comfort him, I left the computer and layed down next to him. “Work sucked!” he uttered and then sat up and looked around the room, I could see his eyes were going to my computer and I was a bit nervous as to what he might say. “Oh..Uhm..want a drink?” I flashed a smile and got up quickly to go make us both a rather strong rum and coke. “What is this?!”. He had seen the videos and chatlogs. “What is what?” I yelled back in reply. “The porn, what are you doing watching it?”. He didn’t sound angry more shocked than anything else.

Strolling back in with glasses in hand, I smiled while offering him the drink. “Oh, I was just looking at a site my friend sent in an e-mail”. Lies, I knew it and he did to. Before I realized it, he was sitting at his computer, scanning the site for a video we made he thought I might have posted. “It’s not there. I told you I wouldn’t post anything with our faces”. He nodded “Well then, I’ll just look around”. With nothing else to say I shrugged and took a large drink from my glass and continued with what I was doing. “Are you talking to anyone?” he asked. “Yes, a few people.” Silence…. “Is that ok?”. He shrugged and replied, “I don’t care”. To me, that means ‘I do but I know you’re enjoying yourself so I will let it go’. Every now and again I heard a few comments on the links and videos that he came across and together we sat and review porn on our computers.