Wash up, then fix Lisa's computer. But what's she been doing?

Lisa remained kneeling after I withdrew. God, I loved looking at Lisa's perfect round ass when she was bent over like that. I took the opportunity to admire her smooth, tight cheeks, her pouty little dark red pussy lips fringed by damp brown curls, and her crinkled star of an anus. I wanted to tell her how beautifully sexy every bit of her looked, but Lisa was a little testy about compliments, however sincere, to her naked rear and especially her butthole. So I pulled her panties back up and reached around to kiss her neck. "Thanks babe, that was just what I needed."

"Is that it?" she asked. "Slam, bam, thank you ma'am?"

I looked down at my softening cock. "Um, it'll be a little time before I'm back up again," I said. "Especially on a hot day like this."

Lisa pulled up her elastic-waist pants and lifted herself to her feet. "Okay then, stud, you can spend the last five minutes of your fifteen washing up, then make yourself useful," she said. She put her hands on her hips and stretched her head this way and that, rolling it around her shoulders.

"How about you?" I asked.

"Just go ahead," she said. "The shower down here is no good until we get a new curtain."

"Plenty of room in the upstairs shower," I said.

"I'll go second," she said. "Get going, or we're going to have cardboard boxes for furniture."

She headed off toward the kitchen, and I headed upstairs to a lukewarm shower alone.

When I finished, I went downstairs to see what was next on the unpacking agenda. Lisa was at the kitchen office nook, looking crossly at her (no mistake, her) computer. "The Internet broke again," she said. "I hate the DSL company you chose, it's been up and down every day we've been here. Can you just fix it?"

"Um, I guess so," I told Lisa. The last couple of times it had been a problem on our side, a loose cable or problem in the networking set-up.

"All right, then I'm going to get a shower," she said, and tossed her head so that her auburn tresses danced around. "It's too hot to go round squishing between my legs," she said. "Guess you'd been saving it up." She headed upstairs.

I went through the same steps as before, checking the cables and the signal and activity lights, the web, mail, and name service connection. Turned out we'd mistyped the alternate name server address, and the primary was having some problems today.

In diagnosing the problem, I'd looked through the local web and chat activity logs -- Lisa loves chat, and was planning to stay in touch with several Indiana friends that way -- and noticed what I thought was a strange pattern, maybe someone trying to break into her machine. Once I had the Internet connection back, I took a closer look at the activity logs. My original fears seemed to be groundless, and I didn't find any actual problems. But I noticed something else. I blinked in surprise. I looked again. I double-checked.

"Lisa?" I breathed.

In the logs I discovered a side of my demure-seeming wife I'd never known. And it looked like some of her old friends were involved too.