MY Wife's Dark Secrets

Chapter 1

I stood in the threshold donning my favourite attire, an old tee shirt and drooping sweatpants. Inside the bedroom, Jayden was reading to our daughter Alycia, but when he espied me, he stopped.

Was there a glisten of desire in his eyeballs?

Thrill that I checked-in on them because he thinks I came beckoning, as if I were pining for him in my bed so badly? Seriously hubby?

Conversely, I came to see that my husband was safely cloistered under the dinosaur print coverlet, Alycia's hostage, and not likely to catch me in the act of marital espionage. Alycia slapped him on his soft tummy, forcing him back into service. He dutifully resumed the riveting tale of bunnies stealing carrots. Such a good man, I thought with a smile.

"Elephant Shoes," I interrupted. Jayden smiled without glancing at me. It was our little not-funny joke.Way back when we knew each other as kids, the high school years, when we both wore braces and hadn't even kissed yet, when we were just doing schoolwork together, I told him that if you mouth the words 'elephant shoes' it looks like you're saying I Love You. We tried it by looking at ourselves into the mirror, side by side, mouthing those words and giggling.I kept the USB flash drive hidden in the palm of my hand, left the bedroom, snuck down the hall and opened the door to my husband's office. It had been a while since I ever stepped foot in there and I scrunched my nose at the frowzy loft smell. The room was really a re-purposed cabinet with a cushioned office chair and a desktop computer.I took a moment to pity Jayden. His entire s*x life happened here. At least I had our king-sized bed and my trusty Rabbit.He had this dank chair and a greasy desktop.

What drove him here? What does the desktop have in it to pressure a whip-smart, benevolent man like my Jayden to cement his butt to this seat – perhaps literally outright – in this mouse hole of a room?

The behest from the Online Spy Store depicted that the drive was to go into a USB port, preferably in a spot that wouldn't get caught sight of. I squatted down and yanked the computer box away from the wall. Piles of dust made me sneeze. Jayden was required to vacuum-clean back here but I made a mental note to desist from telling him 'because I was never here'.Above me a light went on. My heart jerked.

Had I just been discovered red handed?

My mind raced for what I would say.I peered up from under the desk and found the source of the light. It was the computer. Jayden had left it in standby mode and I had jostled it back to life.The monitor display was a picture of him on an old bench with only two fields, USERNAME and PASSWORD.The cursor was blinking at me, awaiting the proper inputs.As my heart came back to baseline, I asked myself yet again the question I had been asking myself for over two-months, ever since the idea first made its way into my mind.

Is it wrong doing this?

Even if my motives are bona fide?

Even if my whole scheme is to learn his most top-secret fantasy so that I can personate it for him, make it happen, no matter what it is nor how pervy?

Am I invading on my husband's seclusion?

Do married couples even have a right to keep their s****l fantasies a secret from each other?

No, I thought.

Not in this marriage, our marriage, we don't.I had asked Jayden repeatedly what he is up to on this thing. He assured me that I have nothing to worry about. He's not running up any big bills on Pornhub. He was just 'exploring' some stuff. Exploring what? He never answered. He always clammed up. He would try to turn over the question back to me. What were my fantasies?

"To make you happy,"

I always uttered.I plugged the USB flash drive into the posterior of his computer.The Spy Store advertised that so long as he did not notice it was there, it would log his keystrokes. I pushed the computer back into place, pushing the rolls of dust back along with it.I would have his username and password by morning.