My neighborhood now knows I have a thing for Black men.

My husband and I moved last year.

Our old neighborhood held too many memories. Starting fresh somewhere else felt like the right move. Here, everything seems different: quiet streets, friendly faces, a tight little community.

I’m a housewife. My husband works for both of us.

And our sex life… well, it’s complicated. He loves me, he tries, he’s devoted. But he’s never really been able to fully satisfy me. It’s always been a sensitive issue between us.

Two weeks ago, we decided to invite a few neighbors over. Nothing big, just a casual get-together to get to know people better. Maybe ten of us.

At some point, one of the guests wanted to show us the website she had built for her small business. My husband suggested projecting it onto the wall with our projector.

Without thinking, I plugged in my laptop. I opened Google so she could type in the address and just left it like that while she got ready.

Maybe twenty seconds went by.

Then I glanced at the screen — and my heart completely dropped.

My search history had popped up right under the search bar. A full list of everything I had looked up earlier that day.

“my husband has a small dick”
“meet Black men nearby”
“big Black cock”
“married woman looking for discreet affair”

Just sex. Nothing but embarrassing, dirty, humiliating things.

I grabbed the mouse and closed the tab as fast as I could. But it was already too late. I saw a few looks exchanged. Awkward smiles. That horrible brief silence where everyone pretends not to notice, but clearly does.

I feel exposed.