Fantasy Wife

By Maria Zerva

Lina discovers her husband’s, Jake, cuckold fantasies, when she uses his laptop and stumbles on hyperlinks of porn videos he has watched. They begin with an old acquaintance of Jake’s and a group of young men from a nightclub, but their journey truly begins, when Lina meets James, a black college student and athlete, online.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Maria Zerva
• Release date: Dec 8, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463508244

Maria Zerva

A philosophy student at Athens University, who likes writing erotica stories in between studying Kant and Aristotle.I love writing about various kinks and themes, which means that each of my stories has something different to offer; I am writing a lot and I hope to publish more and more stories.Feedback, reviews, and comments are always welcome, as I love knowing what my readers like and what they don't.

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Fantasy Wife

Maria Zerva

Copyright 2019 Maria Zerva

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LINA

Four years of marriage and, I must admit, I never even suspected something; it all started inconspicuously enough. I borrowed Jake’s laptop to look up something for work; he agreed without a flinch, so, he must have wanted me, at some subconscious level, to see his browsing history. The moment I started typing, previously visited links popped up; they all directed to porn videos, and they all had ‘cuckold’ in the title. I tossed my glance at him sitting calmly on the armchair opposite me, reading Walt Whitman.

I kept quiet; curiosity burned me up from within to click those links and see exactly what they were but he sat right there. I was terrified of the infinitesimal odd he hadn’t realized I would notice the links. So, I found the information I needed, scribbled down some notes, and closed the laptop’s lid. I couldn’t stop thinking about what those links represented; did he truly want to see me with another man? I’d never been a wild sex animal, all my previous relationships had been rather regular, but Jake is the most vanilla man I’ve ever met. Missionary position was his go-to and even oral sex was a special occasion—all of a sudden, I had discovered that he fantasized about watching me with another man…naturally, all I had at that point were assumptions but the more I thought about it the more…intrigued I became.

Somehow, the thought made my heart palpitate in a way it never had before; don’t know why. An inexplicable sensation traversed my body; moreover, I felt an almost compulsive urge to comprehend what in that whole scenario aroused him. I spent a couple of days dwelling on it, falsely believing I’d be able eventually to forget all about it as I wanted to let him bring it up when he felt ready. The more I thought about it, the more exhilarating I found it.

As we lay in bed, reading, I laid my copy of Ask the Dust on my lap and moved my gaze at him. What’s wrong? He arched his eyebrow. When I, at first, didn’t speak, his worry caused his forehead to wrinkle.

I cleared my throat and tried to put my thoughts in order, wishing to enunciate my thoughts in a clear, concise way: The other day, I said, pronouncing with excruciating effort each word, when you loaned me your laptop, I noticed some of the links you visited…I didn’t peek into your browsing history, they just came up on the scroll-down list once I started typing, and…

Yeah, he sighed and bit down his lips to conceal his forming smile. I figured you would…

So, I sat up, still taken aback despite having had strong suspicions, "you wanted me to see the links; you…"

Yes, Lina, he nodded, allowing his lips to tug up into a bright grin. "I…okay, it was probably not the best way of bringing it up, I will admit that much, but…I lacked the courage to bring it up in a conversation."

What turns you on about it? I asked, genuinely curious.

I, honestly, don’t…know, he said, with some a slight tremor in voice. "Maybe, the thought of losing control; the arousal lies within the idea of being utterly and helplessly powerless. It just…turns me on; the idea of it."

So, I cleared my throat and thrust my hand in my sweatpants, fixing my panties, it’s just a fantasy? Not something you’d…

Would you? He jolted up in an upright position., gawking at me.

I opened my mouth but had been rendered both speechless and breathless. I had no idea whether I truly wanted to do it, to…as was our wont, we dropped the subject by returning to our respective reading. He appeared perfectly calm and serene, making me wonder whether he didn’t consider the subject too important to bother with; at the same time, I was also doing my utmost to maintain a perfectly calm and rather indifferent façade, regardless of how fast my mind raced and how hard my heart pounded.

Eventually, I laid the book aside and closed my eyes—I lay on the bed with my eyelids refusing to stay shut as various images and scenarios swarmed my head, engendering a twisted highlight reel that kept me awake and caused the mattress to quake from my heart’s palpitations.

Come morning, we both looked exhausted, failing to hide the sleepless night we’d spent. We had coffee in silence as usual. I gave him a gentle kiss on the lips when it was time for me to go, and he turned his laptop on, presumably to go through the slush pile the literary agent, whose assistant he was, had sent him.

There was no earthly way to concentrate on work; all I wanted was to check some ‘cuckold videos’ online to get a glimpse at what he found so fascinating…naturally, considering my desk is just a cubicle surrounded by other cubicles, with no real privacy to speak of, browsing for porn would have been the worst possible idea and a surefire way to earn myself a one-way trip to the unemployment office—perhaps, the IT department also tracked which websites we visited.

The urge was almost too powerful to resist; I had to know what the videos were, what it was that fascinated him so much. Quite frankly, I also needed to quench my curiosity, as it began to get out of hand and was already affecting my life, even though I’d only known for his fantasy for a day.

Hey, Lina, Robert greeted me, as he peeked over the short wall of my cubicle, sporting his usual wide, lucent grin, do you have those reports ready?

What reports? I asked with my heart leaping to the tip of my tongue; frantically, and while clearing my throat amidst half-mumbled apologies, I rummaged through my purse for the leads I had originally used Jake’s laptop for. Here they are. I handed my notes to him when he arched his eyebrow and whose smile, for the first time in the three years I’d known him, twitched downward into a frown.

Are you all right?

Yes, I’m fine, I’m… I muttered—all too conscious of the mechanical movements of my hands, how I ran my fingers through my hair, tapped and scuffed my foot on the floor, and gazed at every little thing standing on my desk. I could not stop any of those nervous, mechanical movements that gave out the turmoil in my head.

You sure?

Yes, I nodded, forging the widest smile possible as I met his hazel eyes.

It was, perhaps, the first time I paid attention to Robert’s handsomeness: his tall, lean physique, his sharp facial features, his warm, inviting eyes…of course, he was twenty years my senior, married, and with a kid off to college. Furthermore, my direct supervisor. Dragging him into the weird situation that’d been developing in my head for the past few hours wasn’t the brightest idea; only one outcome had the potential of being beneficial, while all other outcomes would lead to many burned bridges.

The hardest part of the day had yet to come—regardless of how hard it was to try and get some work done while I battled wild images of Robert mounting me. The hardest part came during lunchtime, when Bianca, my sister-in-law, pranced her way to my table.

It was a rather unique, and tough, situation, I found myself in; Bianca wasn’t just my sister-in-law. She was also my best friend since grade school. Consequently, I had to tell her because I wanted (needed) her advice, and, at the same time, I couldn’t because of our familial relationship.

What’s wrong? She asked the moments she sat down, making me wonder if my tumultuous mindset was indeed so damn discernible.

Nothing, I shrugged, keeping my gaze glued to the almost untouched food on my metal tray.

Come on, she poked me gently on the shoulder, wearing a lambent smile, spit it out. What did Jake do?

No, he… I paused and rubbed my upper arm. "It’s…kinda personal,