As I drove to the resort in the Northern Rockies, I couldn't help but wonder if I was being foolish. I was on my way to spend what I hoped would be a sex filled long weekend with someone I had only met on line. I was going to meet with my cyber "fuck buddy" I'd been playing with for the past couple of years. We met on Literotica on one of the threads in the Personals. My name is Jamie, and I had posted on the "Happily Married, Sexually Unfulfilled" thread. I had posted a number of times before I came across Catherine's post.
Catherine had given a particularly poignant account of her marriage. She had been married for 18 years and had been faithful throughout. Her husband, according to her, was a good man but for unknown reasons could no longer get an erection. If that wasn't bad enough, he refused to do anything about it or to seek medical help. After trying to deal with it for about a year, Catherine found Literotica, met some on line "Friends With Benefits" and began to play on line. When I saw her post, I sent her a PM. She in return, sent me her Yahoo address and I became one of her "friends."
My story is somewhat different. I am 20 years older than Catherine. I am 60 years old and retired. I have been married for almost 40 years and have never strayed. I must say that I am truly "happily married" but the sex has never been fulfilling. My wife spent her childhood with a mother who filled her head with tales of the "evils of men" and how they only want one thing and spewed terms like "pigs" and "animals." Even though she spent her lifetime trying to overcome it, she could never quite shake it. Try as she may, she never really liked sex. She loves to cuddle, fondle, make out, but she doesn't like penetration. While making love, when my hands begin to move down her body, she locks her knees together. I just assumed that's the way women react. Sex is for procreation. Period.
Then I found Literotica. I began to realize that there are women out there who love sex as much as men. It amazed me to find out that some, maybe even many women like to have sex just for the pure joy of fucking. Catherine seemed to be one of them. She wasn't getting any at home, wouldn't allow herself to actually cheat, so she began to play on line. We both justified it by considering it as fantasy.
While I have only one on line affair going, Catherine has many. Early on she told me that she believed in safety in numbers. With many on line "friends" and plenty of distance between, she felt it helped curb the urge to meet any of them. She believed in her wedding vows and did not want to succumb to temptation. For quite a while we both saw me as just "one of the many."
However, something seemed to click between us. We actually began to spend time talking on line instead of just playing. Don't get me wrong. We still played a lot, but we also talked a lot. We talked about everything. Our lives. Our spouses. Our children. What we both wanted out of life. I think we both began to have feelings for one another. One day while we were chatting we decided that if we ever really did stray, we would want it to be with each other. We seemed to trust each other.
In the meantime, we played. We played a lot. The fantasies we invented were truly fantastic. I confessed many of my fetishes, and she seemed to embrace them. When we played and I got off, it was almost as if we were really together. The orgasms were mind blowing. I think she felt the same because we began to talk more and more about meeting.
Then I found myself in this resort wondering if we were doing the right thing. We picked this place because it is located about half way between our homes. Catherine lives in the Midwest and I live in the Pacific Northwest. She told her husband that she was meeting with her sister. I became a musician in my retirement and was able to book a gig in one of the hotels. Catherine's husband had to stay home and work, and my wife was on a week long quilt retreat. As luck would have it, it turned out to be a prefect weekend.
I walked into the lounge and searched the tables. Since we had seen each other on cam many times and exchanged photos I knew I would have no trouble spotting her. I finally saw her at a booth in the rear of the lounge. I walked over to her, wondering what to do. Do I kiss her? Do I hug her? Do we act like long lost lovers?
She saw me and stood. God, she looked even better in person than on cam, even though she was fully dressed. We didn't often see each other wearing clothes.
Catherine is about 5' 6" with blond hair and very pretty. She was wearing a tight, white blouse unbuttoned just enough to show the cleavage of her ample breasts. She is 40 years old, but her breasts are still magnificent. Believe it or not, I never asked her measurements. She just has a beautiful bosom which was ample enough for her to lick her own nipples while she played with herself. Many times, I got myself off watching her suck her breast while she fucked herself with one of her dildos. Her skirt was black and ended just above her knees. She admits to being a sun worshiper and the skirt showed off her nicely tanned legs.
We stopped and looked at each other. I don't think either of us knew quite what to do. For what seemed like an eternity, we gazed into each others eyes. She finally broke the ice by coming to me. She wrapped her arms around me and said, "Hi baby." Then she kissed me.
The kiss was soft and tender at first. Then, as we began to push our hips together it became more intense. I felt her tongue against my lips and opened them for her. Our tongues began to explore each other as our hips ground together with more intensity.
Our lips finally parted and she said, "God baby, I can't believe this is actually going to happen."
I couldn't stop gazing. "I know" I said. "I've been waiting for so long. I want to go upstairs right now, but I need to unwind first. Lets sit, have a drink and talk. If we went up right now, I'd explode."
We sat down and I noticed some of the other guests looking at us. We had made quite a spectacle. I was self conscious at first, then noticed two couples in the booth next to us. One of the women looked over at us, giving us a smile and a wink. I smiled back and began to let myself relax. I ordered a bottle of Riesling.
Catherine is a self admitted exhibitionist, so I was not surprised when she leaned over to expose the cleavage. I took the hint. My hand slipped inside her blouse and my fingers began to very lightly trace circles around her breasts. She was wearing a bra, but the fabric was very thin. When my finger traced around her nipple, she jerked and let out a little moan. Her hand moved to my leg and found the bulge in my pants. She kissed me then said, "Oh, that's nice baby. You know how long its been since I've had one of these between my legs. I don't know how much longer I can wait."
I kissed her softly, passionately. "I've been waiting too long too baby. I've rested enough. Lets go."
The wine hadn't arrived yet, but I left enough on the table to pay for it plus a tip. Catherine and I got up to leave and I noticed the woman in the booth next to us whisper something in her companion's ear as she looked at me with a sly smile on her face.
We walked hand in hand to the elevator. When it arrived, we entered and I didn't wait for the door to closed before I wrapped my arms around Catherine and kissed her. My hand found her breast. I began to kiss her neck below her ear as my hand fondled and caressed her bosom. Catherine had pulled my shirt tail out and was stroking my back.
"My, my. Looks like someone is going to have a great time tonight."
I started. I turned around and saw the two couples from the booth next to ours. It was the woman who smiled and winked at me. She was a stunning brunette, about 25 years of age with the eyes and body of a goddess. Her companion was a tall, muscular Adonis. They seemed to compliment each other perfectly.
"Oh, please. Don't let us stop you. You have just stimulated us. We were going upstairs to play anyway. You just made us want to start early."
