After Amy and I had our airing out, we watched a couple additional peep shows. Amy picked out some sex toys; a small vibrator and a black, realistic cock. I asked Amy what she had something in mind that included me. She said that would be a surprise.
The look on my face caused her to smile and she reassured me that I would enjoy it. Well, that narrowed things down, but I don't think I would do some of the things she did.
Amy drove us home and I asked her how she knew about the adult video store.
Amy replied, "Don't be silly, Dear. I haven't forgotten the time we went inside. Besides, I've been wanting to return, especially after those nights we went to the casinos."
We finished the night in our bed, not letting an opportunity pass. I used the vibrators as I licked Amy's clit and she loved it. She sucked on the toy black cock and seemed to enjoy it. Taking advantage of her, I fed her my cock and she seemed to want to suck the life out of me.
A few weeks passed, and our sex life hadn't changed any. My perceptions of Amy going off too far with her sex life were relieved. Or was she playing the game at a higher level?
I once read that a woman's sexual peak was between thirty years of age to about forty or fifty. But what do I know? I know Amy is good about keeping secrets because she's her company's regional resource manager.
I had to travel on a Monday. Amy laughed and said I had nothing to worry about. Amy insisted our first trip, she would only have sex outside of our marriage in cities or places we didn't know people.
Yet, she had two guys from a nearby college. She assured me that the four escapades with the others were fulfilling sexual fantasies and nothing more.
"It was only sex," she said.
And that was the end of that, according to her.
I didn't tell her about the pictures.
That evening, at the hotel, after chatting with Amy, I signed onto that adult dating site. On the sign-on screen, there was a new member advertisement. I created a new profile and got right on it.
I created my new identity as a younger male, aged thirty-three, and living about fifty miles from our city. Then, I found some generic guy's picture online and used it as my profile photo. I believe this practice has a name, but who cares? I'd guess that many profiles are fakes anyway.
After I set up the account, I searched for Amy's profile. She didn't have a picture profile in our local area. I thought I saw one or two profiles without pictures, that could have been hers. Both of them had not been used in a few months.
Next, I checked a couple of nearby cities. In one city about ninety miles away, was a profile with Amy's picture. It was an older picture and she looked a bit different. I figured it was a picture she hated but kept anyway. She wasn't online and I took note of her user name. I checked her profile out.
She wrote she was married and listed a few of her interests, among those were traveling and reading. I looked at her list of friends and a few men were on it, some couples from other cities, and some women on her list, also. But none of her friends lived nearby, according to their profiles. I decided to hang around to see if Amy signed on while I was away from home.
I became bored after about twenty minutes, so I went to take a shower to pass a bit of time.
When I returned, I checked for Amy and saw she was online. I went to the chat room which is locale to my location, but she wasn't there. After a few minutes, I became bored with looking at profiles of the people in the chatroom.
I moved to a section that had blogs, while I checked for Amy's whereabouts. She remained online, but not on the chat room list. The site included private messaging, and it was possible that she was chatting in that venue.
I went back to the chat room. A few minutes later, I noticed Amy entered the chat room.
I sent her a private message, and after about a minute, I didn't get a response, so I closed it. As I waited, I assumed Amy was in a private message with someone, but it wasn't possible to know if she was chatting, or who it could be with. The profiles and usernames varied between men, women, and couples. She could be having a conversation with anyone.
A box popped up on my screen and it was Amy, saying hello. I responded in kind and began a bit of conversation. She admitted to being married and hanging out on the site, not looking for anything.
I asked Amy about places she went to and which ones were her favorite. She mentioned going to several places for vacations, but Key West and New Orleans were her favorites.
"What was it about those places that you liked about them?" I typed. Amy responded that she and her husband had a good time and she had a few surprises.
When I asked her what those surprises were, she responded, "Sex."
I couldn't get her to elaborate much about her answer, but she admitted she and her husband enjoyed the Key West surprise, while the New Orleans surprise was interesting.
We chatted a bit longer, then Amy said she had to sign off. I asked her for a friend request and she sent it.
Imagine this: I'm using an alias, I became online friends with my wife, and we're on an adult dating site. I suppose it happens.
The next night, I signed on and I saw Amy wasn't online. I called her, but she didn't answer, but she called back a few minutes later, saying she was in the shower. As we chatted, I watched to see if she would sign on.
Later, I began to nod off when I heard my computer ding. It was Amy sending me a private message. "Hi, what's going on?" she wrote.
"I forgot that I was signed on," I lied. Amy typed she didn't mean to disturb me.
I quickly responded, "No problem, what's going on?"
Amy responded that she was bored and her husband was away for a second night. I asked if he traveled often.
She said, "No, and that was fine that he didn't."
"Did you ever mess around while he was away?" I typed.
"No, I have opportunities, but I haven't." Amy typed.
I wondered if Amy was onto me.
"Would he get upset about you being online chatting?" I typed.
"No, he knows about it," she replied.
Yes, I do.
Then I asked Amy if her husband knew her screen name.
She replied, "No, he doesn't use online chats."
Right.
I asked Amy if she would tell me why she said the surprise in New Orleans was interesting. "It figures you would remember that!" Amy replied, with a smiling face emoji.
"Well?" I typed back, adding a winking emoji.
I could see she was typing something, then stop, then she began typing again.
Then her message came: "We went to a nightclub and I had a good time dancing with another guy. My husband didn't mind. He seemed to be tired and I was not ready to turn in. The guy I was dancing with mentioned he could escort me back to the hotel."
I was a bit surprised. Amy had an eye for this guy at the hotel. But, this is an online chat, so sometimes the truth can be fiction.
"Did your husband say OK and did the guy bring you back to your hotel?" I asked.