Discovering My Husband's Tastes
‘Lulurallala~ humming~’
That day was no different from any other ordinary day.
With three years of marriage behind us and no children yet, my husband held a stable position at a mid-sized company. We weren't exactly wealthy, but we lived comfortably, better than many others.
After seeing my husband off to work in the morning, I would return to bed, then wake up around ten, do the cleaning and laundry, and finish the household chores. Only then did I have free time.
My husband often worked late or traveled for business, so many evenings were spent eating alone. But after a day or two of adjustment, I found it oddly liberating. I didn't have to worry about what others thought, ordered takeout, cooked what I felt like, or sometimes met friends for drinks and came home. It was surprisingly free and good.
That day, as usual, I sent my husband off and was about to start cleaning when the phone started vibrating.
“Hey, honey. What's up? Calling at this hour? Miss me or something?”
“A, hehe, I missed my wife~ But more importantly, I left my laptop in the study this morning in a hurry, and there's important work on it, so don't touch it. Got it?”
“Oh, really? Got it. Why call about that? When have I ever touched your laptop? If you have work, use the computer at home.”
“A, it's not that, but it's important. Anyway, I'll be leaving early today.”
At the time, I didn't think it was strange.
But after finishing the housework, I thought about taking a shower. Then, suddenly, the thought of the laptop came to mind.
I wasn't particularly computer-savvy, so when I used the computer, it was just to check emails or search. I didn't use it much. But today's insistence that I not touch the laptop made me curious.
Feeling a strange tension, I quietly entered my husband's study. It was one of the three rooms, but since we had no children, it was a small study.
The laptop was on the small desk, still on.
Be careful, I opened the screen.
When the sleeping laptop woke up with a movement of the mouse, it beeped.
Login password. Should I or shouldn't I? I hesitated for a moment, but my heart was already moving.
Finally, the screen opened,
‘Hmm, nothing there?’
My husband had said he was working, but in fact, there was nothing. No work content, no running programs.
‘Hey, what's this? Boring.’
I quickly lost interest and was about to leave when the thought of “Internet” came to me, so I sat back in front of the laptop.
After opening the browser, I finally understood why my husband had called on purpose.
X was logged in, and the screen was filled with explicit adult content.
‘Hehe’
Suddenly, I thought my husband was cute.
‘Hey, what's wrong? A man can look at adult stuff. Why get scared? Lol~’
The only complaint was that my husband seemed to have lost interest in me, and the number of sex we had had decreased significantly.
There didn't seem to be any specific reason, but living as a couple made it feel too familiar, I guess.
Still, it wasn't that my sex drive was weak, but thinking that such a young and pretty wife like me was being looked at by some pervert made me a bit upset.
But since I was understanding, I decided to ignore it.
I closed the browser pretending not to see and was about to leave when a notification arrived.
I wonder if I should have not looked at that notification.
Hesitating whether to look or not, I clicked without realizing, and the moment I saw the content, I was so shocked I couldn't move.
On the first message I opened,
This... what is this.
Shocked and afraid someone was watching, I closed the laptop. But even though no one was there, instinctively I looked around, then quietly opened the laptop again.
And the other messages,
All were like that.
What... what is this... why such messages to my husband??
Confused and flustered, I calmed myself and looked at the posts my husband had uploaded.
It was shocking. There was no other word for it.
I didn't know when they were taken, but my husband's posts were filled with photos of my naked body.
Photos of my pussy and tits exposed while washing my hair with soap bubbles in the shower,
Photos of me touching my nipples while sleeping,
Photos of me in sheer lingerie worn only at home,
Photos of me sitting at the vanity after showering, wearing only panties and bra, doing makeup,
Even photos taken from behind while my husband was having sex with me,
Especially when I was drunk and asleep, spreading my pussy and taking photos,
Videos of fingers poking inside my pussy,
Photos and videos of my husband’s cock in my mouth,
Especially, my appearance as I sucked my husband’s cock while drunk, moaning...
What made me even more shocked was the words my husband wrote while uploading the photos and videos.
He was saying these without hesitation.
Slut, bitch, dog pussy, throat, tits, pussy girl
Words that were too shameful to even say out loud were pouring out of my husband without any restraint, and he was even making his own wife do such things in front of other men.
Too shocked and angry, I closed the laptop and was about to call my husband when my heart started pounding and my face flushed red. I drank a glass of water.
‘Jisu-ya. Stay calm. Stay calm. Calm down a little.’
I made that resolution several times in my heart, walked around the living room trying to calm myself, but my mind wouldn't settle.
Instead, as I tried to forget, the words of my husband and the countless comments attached to them kept coming to mind.
Even on days when my husband didn't post photos, he would message on X,
These demands were being made.
Even though the house was empty, it felt as if someone was watching my naked body right now, making me feel so ashamed I wanted to die.
After a while, looking at the living room balcony window, I saw that the balcony curtains were all open for cleaning, the large glass door was open, and beyond that, men walking down the corridor-style apartment building were visible.
Though it was unlikely, I was so shocked I slammed the curtains shut.
It felt as if those men knew my naked body and were trying to look at it now.
Feeling extremely embarrassed, I covered myself with the blanket on the bed for a while, but in my mind kept coming,
‘Slut. Spread your legs.’
‘Tell me to fuck you, pussy girl.’
‘Shake your throat, you bitch.’
These words only.
Clearly I hated it, it was so disgusting, so embarrassing,
Strange men looking at my naked body, getting excited, saying filthy words, pouring out swear words I had never heard,
And feeling as if multiple men were directly pouring out swear words in front of me standing naked,
My face gradually flushed red, my eyes got wet with tears.
I put my hand inside my panties and rubbed my pussy, and it was already wet.
I quietly stood up, pulled by something,
Quietly opened the laptop again.
Then slowly, one by one, I started looking at the comments again.
Some photos were of me in sheer lingerie,
‘Take it off, you bitch. Lift your skirt so the panties show.’
Looking at that comment...
“Show the panties?”
As if talking to the man on the other side of the monitor, I said it out loud.
Then without realizing, I lifted my lingerie and looked in the mirror.
It was so embarrassing. It felt as if I was a body like a prostitute lifting my lingerie skirt in front of the laptop screen and showing my panties to some unknown man.
Then I started rubbing my pussy over the panties.
As if the man beyond the screen was watching right now.
‘Take off your tits, slut.’
It felt like a hallucination saying that.
I lowered the shoulder straps so my braless tits were exposed.
“Taken off. Tits.”
I whispered quietly. As if talking to myself in the empty space, but that voice resonated louder than thunder in my heart.
And from my pussy, slippery liquid started flowing, wetting my panties.
Checking myself in the mirror in between, confirming my appearance as a prostitute, I was becoming a slut in front of the men beyond the monitor.