Ian became so involved with Sandy that every waking minute of the day his mind was filled with constant thoughts of her image. His mind would play out sexual role-playing with things he wanted to experience with Sandy.
Phone sex was suggested, but Sandy was conscious of her husband and their marriage. Sandy loved her husband and was committed to him. To her, a relationship with Ian had become an internet romance, so she clearly drew out her boundaries.
Ian even suggested that they should meet secretly to spend some time together at a defined location where no one else would know them.
Sandy reminded him that they were 500 miles apart, but perhaps she and her husband would be moving into his state where winter climate was warmer, and her husband could work year round. Northern winters were cold to the bone, so a southern climate seemed to both Sandy and her husband a good location for their future.
She refused his requests, and held Ian to her strict ground rules.
Months passed, Ian purchased a new faster computer with a built in webcam. Sandy would occasionally ask to see his face online. She had no desire to see more, because it would only frustrate her.
Ian sent Sandy a few JPG pictures. Sandy looked at his photos imagining what her fingers could stimulate. Sandy imagined Ian as well endowed. She thought he had the most sensual and satisfying cock she had ever seen.
Ian asked Sandy to use her dildo suggesting that she feel him entering and penetrating her vaginal lips. Sandy never shared her personal thoughts of her wild imagination with Ian; else it may be just too much for both of them. Perhaps someday they would meet, and perhaps maybe more, real intimacy.
Together they would come close to simulating their desired sexual acts while on-line. Gradually Ian developed a picture of her open vagina. Ian imagined licking, sucking and entering Sandy.
Ian needed and wanted extended and prolonged foreplay because he enjoyed foreplay responsiveness of his partner, which affirmed him, and left him feeling needed and worthwhile.
Sandy would go to her limits in describing how wet she was, how she tasted on her fingers, how sensitive her clit had become as she imagined him sucking her clit with his tongue.
Ian sat before his screen imagining Sandy, sometimes using internet community system that allowed him to put script upon screen at press of a single key while he felt arousal in response to her replies describing her latest images of perky nippled breasts, her inviting wet vagina, which drove his imagination wild.
Sandy in a similar fashion would think of Ian fingering her vagina, sucking her vaginal lips, lingering on her clit, giving her a series of prolonged 'G' Spot orgasms. Sandy wanted a real session with Ian to experience her cumming incessantly, over and over, then once again.
Ian said; "Sandy. We have to meet very soon."
Sandy responded; "Ian for now, this is all we can do, we chat letting our feelings take us to our edge, see how far we have developed. We are now feeling pangs of needing to really meet."
Ian continued on; "We have to be together, even if only for a few hours."
Sandy stated; "Once we begin Ian we will never stop, let us continue to grow, our time will come to us. We will have an opportunity. Just let it happen naturally."
Their involvement over internet had reached a point where both had become frustrated with the way things were. Ian wanted to meet, but Sandy refused him point blank, then they would find themselves both locked into a never-ending emotional argument about why they cannot spend time together for real.
Six months gradually passed. They only chatted with each other one on one. Both found it more comfortable to begin or end the day with private thoughts of each other. When online, they became totally inseparable, forsaking all others.
One night Husband woke up from his sleep suddenly. His hard work was now showing some results. It was time to relax more and of course begin to pay some attention to his beautiful wife.
He felt their bed beside him noticing that she was not there. He turned on his bedside lamp, looked around their room, noting radio alarm clock time as 11 AM. He had come home at 8 am, and went to sleep about 9 am. As usual Sandy would lay with him soothing him into deep sleep then rise to begin her day.
"Honey, you OK?" he called out. "Honey, it's almost eleven in the morning. Where are you?" There was no reply.
Sandy's husband walked downstairs and half way down he stopped. He could hear sounds of Sandy. She was moaning and crying in ecstasy. He was disturbed by her familiar sound, and then slowly continued until he reached the downstairs bathroom door. It was half open, and then he pushed it open.
Sandy sat on the water closet seat with her legs wide spread apart. Her eyes were closed. She was using her vibrator pushing it in and out of her vagina, while in throes of an escalating orgasm completely endowed by penetration of her vibrating dildo and thoughts of Ian's erotic recitals echoing in her mind.