To Catch a Sub - 003 - Sex Stories

To Catch a Sub - 003

... several days, she needed to go to town to buy groceries, and the downstairs was a mess. It hadn't been cleaned or vacuumed in more than a week. Even Anthony had noticed when he put his clothes in the laundry hamper the night before, mentioning that if she needed housekeeping help, they could get someone in a couple of days a week. She had been adamant that she didn't need any help or anyone else in her house during the day. He had looked at her funny but seemed to let it pass. She settled in at the kitchen island and as she sipped coffee, her eyes moved to the cupboard where the laptop was hidden.

Anthony's mind was filled with everything but work this morning. There were definitely changes happening at home. The house looked neglected. Sasha had always been a fanatic about the house, but he now noticed that it seemed to be less than pristine. The launder hamper in the closet was overflowing and he had never known that to happen. Something was going on but both he and Mark were stumped.

Sasha wasn't making phone calls to strange numbers. She didn't leave the house except to go to the grocery store occasionally. Mark says that she doesn't show any of the classic behaviors of someone having an affair. The only unusual thing apart from her new lack of enthusiasm about keeping the house was her almost daily hour-long interludes using the hidden laptop. Even ...

... then, she wasn't using it to chat, or make calls. She was, invariably, back at the video website streaming porn. And it wasn't your average run of the mill porn. It was some hardcore BDSM porn. He had looked at the videos that she was watching and, while they were well produced and made, they were also on the extreme fringes. It was almost as if she was hooked on drugs, and that drug was BDSM porn. He was at a loss. He got to the office. He unlocked and went in, locking the door behind him. In his office, he sat down and began the routine that had become his new normal. He used his cellphone to access the download data from the security system to see what had happened since this time yesterday. As usual, there was very little on the log except the login to the BDSM website not long after the kids had left for school.

He dropped the cell phone on his desk, put his face in his hands as he leaned his elbows on the table. He had to get a handle on this and figure out what was going on. His first thought was to just confront her and lay everything he knew out on the table. However, he was reluctant to do that. The fact that he was spying on her made him feel like he was cheating on her, violating the trust that they had in each other. He believed that if he confronted her, and it turned out to be nothing, she would forever resent him and that trust would be broken.