Julia Comes Home

I closed the window quickly as the door opened.

“Hi honey,” I said, shifting uncomfortably to hide my erection. “Y-you’re home early!”

“Yeah, I finished up sooner than I expected.” Julia peered over my shoulder. “Is that my old laptop?” Her eyes widened a bit.

“Oh! Yes, it is.” I swallowed, studying her face. “I…was looking for something in the closet and I found this…I thought it might be worth selling for a few bucks, so I was just checking to see if it still worked. It just turned on.”

I sold our old stuff online sometimes, so she bought my lie, at least for now. But she looked at the laptop quizzically all the same, probably trying to remember if she deleted all the dirt. Who knows how many nudes and sex tapes used to live on this hard drive. My cock stiffened and I tried to suppress the thought.

She turned from the old computer and threw her keys down on the counter, taking off her heels. “I’m gonna take a shower,” she said, apparently satisfied that she had, in fact, deleted all the scandalous material. If only she had checked her old email, I might still not know. She turned the shower on and shed her clothes, strutting in and out of our bathroom naked as she grabbed her phone, casting a sexy glance over her shoulder as she disappeared behind the bathroom door.

She thinks I don’t know her ex was bigger. She thinks I don’t know that Garrett wrecked her 18 year old pussy with his monster cock, stretched out her holes and made her cum with it over and over, made her gag on it and turned her into his little slut.

If I wanted the truth, I knew what I had to do: I had to get her drunk.