Ummm, maybe just a little look around?

Ruth stared at the screen, knowing she could check out Donald's browser history, that she could find out what he was up to every night. But fear, fear that Donald would find out, made her back away from the computer without looking any further. And that backed her into his filing cabinet, which rocked back and forth with a metallic bang that made her jump and spin in place, a guilty flush on her cheeks.

She froze, confused. The impact with the cabinet had done something, because there was a quiet buzzing noise coming from inside it now. Maybe a cell phone? She remembered when he had been having the affair that he had gotten his lover a pre-paid cellphone so they could contact each other whenever they wanted. Feeling anger building in her chest, she grabbed the handle and pulled; to her surprise, it wasn't locked either. When she looked inside, what she saw was beyond anything she could have imagined. There was a lacey pink nightgown top, sized for a big girl, and a pair of white cotton panties with the words "Daddy's Little Slut" on them; the fabric was stretched the way no girl's panties would have been, and there was a light brown stain in the front. Right about where the tip on Donald's cock would be, she realized. As if in a dream, she pushed the outfit aside, revealing a glossy magazine, the over illustration of a well-hung black man in bondage gear, leather and straps, his erection being licked into full hardness by a pretty blonde, her bright red lips glistening, a small string of the man's pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock onto her outstretched tongue. Ruth read the words on the girl's visibly moist panties: DADDY'S LITTLE SLUT. And under that, buzzing quietly despite its enormous size, was a large black vibe, the perfect replication of a man's cock, every vein and bulge, the swell of the cockhead, all lovingly crafted in black latex. A set of hand wipes for cleaning it, and a small bottle of Astroglide lube, completed the scene.

It was to Ruth's credit, or maybe a sign of how perverted she really was, that the first thought she had was not to slam the cabinet closed, pick up the phone, and call a divorce lawyer. No, her first thought was my God, I bet that thing would feel INCREDIBLE. Her next thought was I wonder how Donald can fit all that. Her third thought was that she wanted, no, she needed, to do something about the flaming need in her crotch. Grabbing the entire contents of the cabinet drawer, she fled down the hall to the bedroom. Dropping the vibe, the lube, and the magazine on the bed spread, she bolted into the bathroom, shucking her panties and nightgown as she went. Her pussy was already soaking wet as she slid on the white cotton panties, then pulled the top on, her tits making it a tight fit. In the mirror, she saw herself, imagined seeing Donald in it, and practically ran back into the bedroom, grabbing the vibe which she knew now had once been inside her husband's ass. That thought just made it better. Knowing he had cleaned it off after use, she wasted no time flipping the magazine open, crouching down on all fours, her ass up in the air, her face inches away from the magazine and its glossy full-colour images. She ran her tongue over the tip of the vibe, then pulled the base of the panties aside, sinking the black plastic cock into her tight pussy. Only her excitement made it possible to take it that fast; her lower lips were already swollen and moist, the shaft stretching her and filling her. Moaning like a bitch in heat, she flipped the vibe on, then began to slide it slowly back and forth, fucking herself on her husband's dildo as she devoured the girls and guys in the magazine, playing out a million fantasies as she flipped pages slowly. She began to pick up speed, pushing the vibe deeper with each thrust, until she could feel the tip bumping her cervix. Grunting like an animal, she imagined herself as each girl, each cock-sucking, cum-swallowing little whore. Ruth felt herself getting close, and turned up the speed on the vibe, practically writhing on the bed as she fucked herself. Then she flipped another page, and it was the pictorial with the couple from the cover. Suddenly, she was face to face with the image of that girl, her panties down around her knees, her ass up as her big black daddy fucked her ass, obviously enjoying every tight inch of her bottom. Another slutty moan escaped Ruth's lips, the girl in the picture becoming her. Then, as if it was always in the back of her mind, it became her fucking Donald, his ass up, the panties around his ankles, her punishing his ass for the years of neglect and secrets, her cock pounding into him, her load dumping into his slutty little bottom-

Her scream was loud, almost enough to worry about alerting the neighbors. She collapsed forward onto the bed, the vibe planted deep inside her, her juices dripping down onto her knuckles as she squirted hard, then collapsed onto the wool covers Donald's severely religious parents had given them as a disapproving wedding present. For a few moments, she was in another world, her body twitching as she came again, the vibe keeping her right there as she lost herself in the fantasy of finally dominating the cold distant man her husband had become.

Fuck you, Donald, she thought as her breath returned and she recovered enough to think. Sitting up, she slid the vibe out of her twat, almost reluctantly. A million thoughts raced through her. Part of her wanted to destroy him, to reveal this well-kept secret. But there was another hungry part that wanted to feel this again, to feel anything, even if it meant keeping Donald's deepest desires hidden. Maybe, if she could figure out a way to let him know, maybe there was some way this could bring them closer together? Could there be some way to salvage this?

She jumped in terror as a loud bang came from the kitchen. In a paroxysm of fear, Ruth jumped up and ran out into the hall, just in time to see their old tom cat Lucifer running from the scene. Ruth sighed in relief as she saw the sound was only the cat knocking her tote-bag off the table, the contents dumped all over. She resisted the urge to walk back, wash off the vibe and place everything back into the cabinet, lock it, and log off Donald's computer, to lock the door and hide the evidence of her being inside the office. Instead, she knelt down on the kitchen tile, and began picking up her things. She stopped a few moments later, staring at a small phone-sized device, it's white pearl case making it clear it wasn't anything she or Donald had purchased. He was too cheap to buy anything new, and this was definitely new. Spinning it over, she saw it looked very similar to a music player, but there were no labels or logos on it. Curious, she stood, staring at it in confusion. Almost without knowing she had, she clicked the power button, and the screen lit up. There was no menu, no apps, no scattering of programs like on most phones or devices. Instead, there was just a picture of a scantily clad blonde girl in a cheerleader outfit, a pair of arrows for swiping left or right, and small buttons in the lower left and right corners. The left one said "CAPTURE", the right "TRANSFORM." At the very bottom was a red button marked "CONNECT."

What the Fuck is this thing? Ruth thought to herself, fingers hovering over the screen much the same way she had been with Donald's computer.