Life is supposed to be full of adventure. That's what Marcia Bridges always thought. Ever since she was a girl, she had been obsessed with the seemingly endless opportunity to explore life's great unknowns. To go somewhere she had never gone. To eat something she had never eaten. To love someone she shouldn't be loving. Tomorrow was always brings opportunity, but for Marcia Bridges, tomorrow was something that never seemed to come.
Marcia was a pragmatic person. Pragmatic most of all, but nothing if not pragmatic. Despite her wonder at what tomorrow might bring, she always focused on the now. She studied hard, worked diligently, and married young. Children she would put off until her career was established. Of course, it wouldn't at all be reasonable for anyone to expect her to raise a child while she had to work until almost 11pm most weeknights. Slowly, tomorrow would become next week, then next month, then year, and finally, thirty years from now when she was retired.
By the time Marcia realized the truth about life - that it could be boring, and very predictable - the youthful naivety that facilitated the illusion of opportunity was long gone. That is, if she ever really had it in the first place. It was nothing worth crying over and certainly not something to be ashamed of. Not everyone could afford to live out their fantasies, after all. Fantasies, by their very nature, drew their appeal from the fact that they were so divorced from reality. And her reality only served to make her fantasies even more vivid.
This Friday night had marked three months since she and her husband had put in a decided effort to start a family. Their sex life was unremarkable. Adequate would have been a better way to think about it but Marcia had decided that anything that was merely adequate could also be described quite accurately as unremarkable. Her husband, Sam, had himself always struck her as adequate. He was an adequate student when they met ten years prior while she was at college. He presented himself adequately to her father, who in turn held adequate opinion of her marrying him. He held an adequate position at an adequately performing company and brought them adequate profits to earn adequate pay, so he could provide her with an incredibly adequate life. As he lay between her thighs, thrusting slowly and stifling his own grunts though the closest neighbour was a hundred yards away, she couldn't get over how much he disgusted her.
That thought, it was something to be ashamed of.
Marcia had been having a lot of those recently. They came and went throughout the day, sometimes invading her consciousness before she could stop herself, other times requiring her to bite her tongue in order to maintain respect for her surroundings. Sam's body stiffened as he climaxed and collapsed on top of her. She cradled his head as his sweat-stained body soiled the lace negligee that he couldn't even muster the enthusiasm to take off her before having his way. He kissed her neck roughly, clumsy kisses than annoyed her more than anything else but it was his way of showing affection. Or thanks. Whichever came first. She turned her head to the nightstand where the blinking red digits of the clock flashed at her. He had lasted four minutes. Almost five.
Quite...adequate.
She gasped as Sam slid out of her and rolled over to his back. His chest heaved as he took deep, wheezing breaths. Within minutes he was asleep and Marcia laid there, unsatisfied but not necessarily frustrated, while his snoring filled the room. It didn't bother her now, like it had done when she was younger. In fact, she almost enjoyed it. The sounds of Sam's snoring drowned out her thoughts. Like white noise that allowed her to focus on nothing while her fingers trailed between her legs so she could complete what Sam had left unfinished. She brought herself to climax, as she always did, and finished by biting her knuckle in order to stop herself from moaning out loud. Afterwards, she turned away from Sam and brought her fingers to her lips so she could taste herself. She was aware that Sam wasn't snoring anymore, but that was fine. Passive-aggression was practically their love language at this point and, as she closed her eyes, she struggled to recall whether she had remembered to take her birth control that morning.
Of course she did. And that was enough to allow her to drift peacefully off to sleep.
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Saturdays were her day. She had convinced herself that she had deserved it. She would spend the morning cleaning things that the maid had already cleaned throughout the week before doing some shopping and returning home to prepare dinner for herself and her husband. At least, that's what she should have been doing.
Instead she spent the entire morning in bed with her laptop propped against her thighs. After taking a shower to get Sam's scent off her body, as well as fixing herself a mug of coffee, she had browsed what had quickly become her favourite blog.
She had come across it randomly while browsing at work. Randomly was a bad way to put it. She had satisfied her curiosity after bribing the nineteen-year-old IT technician to remove the firewall from her system.
Initially she thought the blog was run by a couple. A man and a woman who were very open about their sex lives. Adventurous, even. To say it piqued her interest was to say not nearly enough. She had become engrossed in their sexuality. The way they interacted with each other. The way he presented her and made her look like a polished trophy that was displaying to the world. She wanted that. Needed it, even. At least, she needed to think she needed it.
The blog had been updated the night before. While Marcia was stuck in bed with nothing but Sam's incompetent gyrations and her own fingers to keep her company, elsewhere, somewhere in the world, another woman was taking everything Marcia could ever dream of, and then some. She studied the pictures that had been uploaded, reading the captions and then studying the picture again as she tried to place herself in the moment.
She let her fingers wander as she did. She licked her lips and wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in her mouth. To feel his bulbous cockhead scraping at the roof of her mouth. To drag her lips along his veiny shaft and have him grab her hair as he forced her to grind her nose against his pubic region. The fact that his partner always wore a mask made it easier for her to place herself in the woman's shoes, whoever she was. She placed the laptop beside her and used one hand to navigate last night's gallery while the other teased her slit. She loved how the photos escalated, from things Marcia thought she wanted all the way to things she would let him do to her. She always edged before the end but had learned to keep herself there before she got to the last photo. Today was especially rough for her and when she got to the final image - of his partner on her hands and knees, buttocks bruised, cunt soaking wet with a slightly gaping anus, along with thick ropes of his ejaculate splattered across her lower back - she felt proud of herself.
She writhed in bed and let the waves of pleasure wash over her. She needed this, whatever it was, and knew that Sam would never provide it. She brought her fingers to her lips again, indulging in her own flavor absent-mindedly while she calmed herself down. She still had things to do, after all, and couldn't afford to spend all day fingering herself like she could as a teenager.
As she sat herself upright and reached for the laptop again, Marcia noticed something about the final picture. She wasn't the type of woman to overly concern herself with other women's genitals. Other than passing thoughts inspired from this very blog, at least. But upon closer inspection, and by referencing older photos on the site, Marcia was able to confirm that this woman was not the same in the previous gallery. In fact, no woman appeared to be featured in a gallery more than once.
Marcia bit her fingertip girlishly. The realization seemed so obvious now and she wondered how the thought had escaped her for so long. She moved her cursor over to the donate link and left a tip, as she usually did whenever she found the gallery particularly satisfying, before bringing herself to get her chores done. She had to keep herself busy today because from the moment she had realized what was happening in those galleries, mischievous thoughts had begun to invade Marcia's mind once again. Sly thoughts. Wicked thoughts. She enjoyed the threat of them, that someone like her could even begin to entertain such wicked aspiration. For the first time in a long time, Marcia Bridges saw...opportunity.
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It had been weeks since Marcia had come to her understanding as to the true nature of the blog. At first, she tried to stay away from it but Sam's poor sexual performance would lead to her solo expeditions into her own sexuality. What she would find scared her at first. It was like the images she had seen there were burned into her psyche. Every time she tried to climax through less-than-exciting fantasies, they would flash in her mind at the moment of climax as though trying to remind her of what she truly wanted. She had to give masturbation up, or tried to, but that didn't last very long.
Her frustrations grew until, finally, she capitulated by allowing herself to masturbate while recalling the images in her mind. That much was enough. At first. Soon she once again masturbated by imagining herself in the position of those strange women. She wanted dearly to express her sexuality as fiercely as they did, something Sam would never allow her to do, and eventually, even her fantasies left her unsatisfied. The thoughts she had struggled against for weeks following that morning eventually sprung forward once again from the recesses of her mind. She knew what they meant and what they urged her to do. Weeks ago, the thought scared her but, now, she felt inspired, empowered even, to take the opportunity that lay before her.
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It shocked Marcia how easy it was to take the necessary steps once she had decided to throw caution to the wind and finally satisfy her desires. She had pondered over how she would explain the trip she was about to take to Sam. In her mind, there was no way she could excuse herself being gone for days to her husband without him getting suspicious.
It had been far simpler than she had imagined. She simply said she was taking a business trip and Sam accepted it. He didn't ask what it was for. He didn't ask where she was going or for how long. He simply accepted it. Even as Marcia booked her ticket, she thought Sam was pitiable. Foolish, but pitiable. Even confirming the purchase was a thrill to her. Her heart was racing in her chest as the bright green check mark appeared on screen. Things were in motion now. She had crossed the threshold from fantasy and harmless flirting too action and intent. It was going to be glorious.
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It had been a long time since Marcia allowed herself to feel sexy. Instead of her usual attire, she wore a simple black dress tonight. It showed just enough cleavage to draw attention to her assets and was tight enough to accentuate the shapely curves she had developed and gracefully maintained from a background in track & field. The past three days had been nerve-wracking. She swung from pacing in her hotel room, phone in hand and ready to call Sam so she could explain herself and beg for forgiveness, all the way to cursing the very thought of him if it would interrupt her while she browsed the blog and tried to make a mental checklist of all the things she planned to have done to her.
Regardless of how she felt, it was too late to back out now.
