Another thing I should probably mention, I really had no clue about cock size. I just assumed that I was the same as everyone else. Sure, the prostitutes raved about my size, but they were supposed to – right? Of course, I didn’t really believe them when they raved about my size. Seriously, I had to hold back my laughter when ‘Tempest’ pulled out a measuring tape and told me I was 8-inches long and 6-inches around. She was a whore! Of course, she was going to try and make me feel good. Whatever!
Linda and I dated for about 6-months before I proposed. 6-months later, we got married. We were happy together. She was an accountant for a large national company with an office in Las Vegas. She made pretty good money there, and we combined our incomes to live a pretty nice life. I never needed to dip into my secret accounts. We went out to the nicer restaurants, took in the shows, had a nice pontoon boat at the lake, and both drove nice cars.
Our sex life was pretty good. We would average about four times a week. We didn’t have children yet, so our love making happened pretty much all over the house, backyard, swimming pool, and hot tub. We liked variety and employed several different positions. She would give me great blow jobs, and I would bring her to several orgasms licking her pussy. Anal was a hard NO for her though. She was very adamant that her ass was strictly exit only. I didn’t really mind though. Her pussy was nice and tight.
Typically, after I got home from work, I would go into my shop and tinker around for a couple of hours before dinner. About half the time I would be working on one of my cars, and the other half I would be in the room playing around on the computer. I wasn’t really doing anything bad, just hacking into places that I shouldn’t be in. I never actually took anything or put anything in the system. I was just getting in and looking around to keep my skills up. Sure, I could have stolen a lot of data and money, but I didn’t want to leave any tracks. Best to just break in and look without anyone knowing that I was there. After dinner, we would snuggle on the couch and watch a movie before going to bed. Sometimes bed would include a couple hours of sex before falling asleep, and other times it would just be fading away as we cuddled.
I kept up my public appearance of being completely technologically incompetent. After all, who would look at someone that could barely check their email and think that they were one of the most wanted hackers in the world? All the time, I was breaking into bank, government, and big business computer systems. I also reconfigured the bot army of personal computers that I had before. I was masking my location by initiating my hacks from foreign servers. Sometimes multiple servers at the same time.
About 6-months ago, I noticed that Linda was becoming a bit more stressed. It really didn’t seem to be that big of a deal though. Sex dropped from about four times a week to twice a week. She was working longer hours and was tired when she got home. Most of the time, she would just go straight to the shower, eat dinner, then go to bed. I asked her, and she said something about a big account that they were trying to get. Seemed plausible. Occasionally, she would call me from her office on a Friday and let me know that she was going out to Happy Hour after work with a few of the other people at work. She had done this enough time before that I wasn’t worried.
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