Authors Note: This story is for the extremely sexy sweetcheex90 (the reader). Without her, I would have nothing to share with everyone. I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed doing it.
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So, you know how it is. You get meet a girl, the sex is fantastic, out of this world and you find out that beyond that, you have met a really good friend. You date, you fuck, you experiment, you fall in love, you get married and then? Things change. The sexually adventurous girl you met and fell in love with no longer wants to have sex as much. You move from multiple times a week, sometimes multiple times a day to sometimes going a week or two between any forms of intimacy. As a man, sexual fulfilment is a key factor for us. That's not being chauvinistic, it is being truthful.
When you get frustrated, some women have the comeback "Oh, is that all you are interested in?" Well, no, but at the same time, it is very important, not to mention healthy, for any successful relationship. Most sexually satisfied men in happy marriages never even think about going outside of the relationship, same with women, but when that need (yes, it is a need) is not met, men will unfortunately find a different outlet to feed that craving. Sure, it starts with masturbation, but even though you cum, it doesn't fill that need. There is a stronger psychological need present there than just the release of semen. Porn is the obvious next step with other avenues taken variously by different men including strip clubs, prostitutes, adult bookstores (no judging here) or even online chat rooms. Sex, and orgasms, are most fulfilling when there is a connection involved. Men may take advantage of opportunities that are there that they never would have even explored if the relationship was good. These can even include female friend, co-workers or that cute girl that works at the grocery store.
Am I saying that it is right to go outside of the marriage? Absolutely not, but there is a deep need that is present in men (and again, many women as well) that will drive us to do things we wouldn't normally have thought or even considered doing. That's how things came to be with Monica.
As part of my growing sexual frustration at home, I returned to Literotica and began to write more stories that were built upon my sexual fantasies and desires and I found that these led to the inevitable exchange of compliments, ideas, fantasies and then the eventual role-play with some of the readers of my stories. I found the exchanges of sexual fantasies with willing females exciting me like I had not been in quite some time (sometimes to the extent that I would uncomfortably and frustratingly stuck with a hard-on at my place of employment as I couldn't seem to not check my email every time I saw the icon appear on my phone).
Beyond just the normal back and forth you get in some online exchanges (oh baby, do you want to fuck me?), these conversations became very intense and filled with the sort of debauchery that many men love (dominance, control, name calling, graphic depictions of sex often found only in scripted porn videos). One that always stuck out to me was a girl named Monica. Our conversations started off gentle, talking about my stories, her sharing hers with me, discussing the aspects of the stories, what we liked, what was lacking in our own lives (she is married as well and after only a few emails, I found out that she too was sexually unsatisfied as well due to the unadventurous nature of her husband) and before long, there was graphic depictions going back and forth of what she wanted me to do to her and what I wanted to do to her. We even exchanged pictures.
It seemed the dirtier I got, the more excited she got. Every time I thought I was pushing a boundary, she would come back and encourage more. It was a match made in sexual heaven. What made the excitement even more enticing was the fact that I knew that we lived in the same state and the drive was one that, if I was inclined, I could make. We even joked about me coming down there, but it was not serious (well, not entirely serious). I think we both were secure in the fact that our email chats were a way to fulfill a lacking need that we both had without actually violating the sanctity of our marriage vows (yes, I am aware that even this is a violation of those, but it is amazing what we as humans can rationalize away to make ourselves feel better).
Even though I knew she lived in the same state as me (just down the way in Houston), there was always the bit about how do you explain to your wife that you need to make a trip down to Houston alone and, of course, the conscience issue that went along with it. However, it seems that fate was going to make this decision a little easier for me.
I work in technology sales and I often have to make trips to different areas of the country, be it for training, partner meet and greets or seminars. So, getting notices about upcoming trips was nothing new, but this one, well, I remember it well. I got an email from my manager informing me that I would be traveling to Houston the following week for a convention with many of our partners. This was an annual thing, but one that I had never been able to attend, but this year things were different. Now, I had the perfect excuse to make the trip down there, but this only solved half of the problem. I wasn't the only one with a spouse that I needed to be able to detach from for a few hours to make this a reality. I had been emailing Monica back and forth that day and as usual, our conversation had turned into a mild form of role-playing where we were discussing what we would do to each other if we were given the chance. Again, it is possible that this is all based around the fact that a meet-up most likely wouldn't happen so we were brazen with courage of what we would do, knowing that most likely, we never would.
----- Me: So, you talk a big game, but what would you do if I walked into your store right now?
Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you the most delicious part of it all. She works in an adult novelty shop. Not one of those stores with the arcades, but one of those that sells all the fun stuff like lubes, dildos, costumes, toys, etc.
----- Monica: To be honest, I probably wouldn't know what to do. I'd be too shocked.
----- Me: Well, I wouldn't need you to do anything but be compliant to my needs. :)
----- Monica: Oh really? Well, why don't you just walk into my store and find out how compliant I can be?
----- Me: Ha, that would be nice, but you know I can't just up and head down there. I was just curious as to what you would do.
----- Monica: I think after I got over the initial shock, I'd probably just want to fuck right here in the store.
----- Me: Yeah right. You wouldn't even masturbate for me in the store because you were worried about the owner seeing you on the store surveillance.
----- Monica: Haha, well, I can talk all the shit I want because it's not like you are ever going to just walk into my store so yes, if you walked into my store right now, I'd let you have your way with me.
----- Me: I might just hold you to that! :) But, now I have to go. I've got clients to see.
----- Monica: Oh, I see. Get me all excited and then leave me high and dry. You men are all the same! :p
----- Me: Always keep them wanting more... :D Besides, you never know what could happen someday...
That was how I left it that day and got back to work. The week went by and before I knew it, I was in my car, on my way down to Houston for the conference. I had not chatted with Monica very much over the past week as I was just so incredibly busy. On my way down, I popped open my email and shot off a quick email to her. (Yes, I know, don't text and drive, but the trip was so boring and the open roads provided me with a false sense of security. Besides, I was horny and wanted to chat.)
------Me: God, I want to shove my cock in your mouth right now. I'm so horny right now!!
----- Monica: Haha, well hello to you too! :p I'd love that too. I love blowjobs.
----- Me: Blowjobs? Ha, you act like you would be giving me head. No, I want to fuck that hot mouth of yours.
----- Monica: Oh my God, you are so wrong. I am stuck here at work all day and you are getting my pussy so wet.
----- Me: Well, you can be all worked up so that when you get off work, you can go home and have your hubby fuck you.
----- Monica: Nope, that's not going to happen either. He is out of town for the next week. He went back home to help his mom move. I will be fucking myself. :(
Oh, this could have not worked out any better. She was going to be without her husband at the same time I was going to be in town. Come on, by now, you had to realize that something was going to work out like this otherwise I wouldn't have much of a story to share with you all here on Literotica. :)
