SOCIAL MEDIA SEX
My wife is a huge social media buff, and she recently found a site called LIFE ENHANCER that promised to make your life better in every way, especially sex. I came home from work a few days after she first went to the site and she wasn't home, but her purse was on the nightstand with her car keys, her wallet, and--most surprisingly--her phone, which she never leaves even the bedroom without.
By eight o'clock she still wasn't home and I began to worry. Her car was in the garage, and she hadn't left a note. It was unusual for her to leave without letting me know where she was going and how long she'd be gone. By the time I was ready for bed she still wasn't home and I checked my iPad for emails.
There was an email from her. It said not to worry, she was fine, but it didn't say where she was. What it did say was that she had gone on the LIFE ENHANCER website and it would make us so much happier. She didn't say where she had gone or how long she would be away, but she did say our sex would be so much better, more spontaneous and satisfying and a lot more creative.
She then went on to what would amount to email sex, telling me what she would do to me and what she would let me do to her when she got home. She was very graphic in her sexual descriptions, saying things like, "I will suck your cock until you explode down my throat and I will make you roar like a lion as you come."
That was not typical of her, in fact I had never heard such things from her before. The only time she would ever even consider saying anything like that would be if she was quoting someone and then she would get terribly embarrassed and would blush and soften her voice.
Her email said she would let me "eat her pussy like a cream puff and dig my tongue into her cunt as deep as it would go." I had never heard her say the word cunt, in fact she hated the word. I was shocked and even more worried about where she was.
I had been about ready to call the police or hospitals when I got her email. I still was not feeling good about her being gone, but I was at least glad to get an email from her, although the sexual nature of it was surprising.
Claire was a good sex partner, although you'd never call her a liberal person regarding sex. She was more of a she-has-to-be-really-turned-on-to-be-very-sexual type of person. She might do things quite provocative, but only when she was really involved and horny. Normally, she was just fairly typical.
She didn't initiate sex, ever, but once she got turned on she flung the doors open and sometimes became a wild woman. The emails, however, showed a completely different side of her I had not anticipated or seen before.
As nervous as I was about her being gone, I was not able to get to sleep until nearly two a.m. Then I had the strangest dream. It had to do with Claire and it was very sexual, perhaps the first really sexual dream I ever remember having.
It was taking place in our bed and she was kneeling over me with a knee on each side of my hips. It was unusual because we had never done it that way before. I think it is called cowgirl, but Claire had never initiated it and I had never even thought about doing it before.
I know that is as much a comment about my sexual lack of sophistication as it is about Claire's, but I have never claimed to be a sexual sophisticate. Missionary is about as sexually daring as I get. In my dream Claire came screaming and I woke up in a sweat. It took me a few minutes to compose myself after a dream like that.
In the morning I just lay there thinking about the dream and wondering where in the world my wife was. When I checked my emails I had one from Claire. She asked me how my dream was. How in hell would she know I had a dream?
I sent an answer but it came back 'undeliverable.' Where in hell was she that her email couldn't be answered? Her email said that night she would tell me what she wanted us to do. Nothing else, just that. All day I was eager to read her latest message. I couldn't figure out where she could be, and I racked my brain to figure out where she had gone.
However, I was extremely eager to read her next email. My desire to see it outdid my worry about where she was. I wasn't proud of that, but it was the truth. I sat at my iPad, waiting for it to come through. At five twenty-one my in-message blinked, and I opened my inbox.
"Are you ready for one very hot night?" she said. "Take your clothes off," it said. I did. "Now take hold of your cock and stroke it." Again, I had never heard her say cock before. I read on. "I want you to eat my pussy and ream me with your long tongue pushed inside of me as far as it will go."
We had had oral sex before, but I never had aggressively stuck my tongue in her pussy. Her emails were not requests, they were commands. They were the very opposite of what she'd been in person. I pretended she was there and I imagined doing as her email demanded I do. I got a magazine and opened it to a feature on housewife fucking in pictures that were displayed in six pages. I set it open in front of me on the floor where I could see it and I jacked off to thoughts of what her emails were describing.
Her next email told me to buy a cucumber that day. It had to be at least eight inches long and three in circumference, and I would fuck her with it that night. I shopped at the market for just the right one. When I found it I held it up and admired it, turning it in my hands to look it over. Later I found a video that featured a woman being fucked by a large fruit. I was excited all day about pretend-fucking my wife with the vegetable dildo. She wanted it greased up with butter and ready for her cunt by five.
At five her email came in and I read it with trembling hands. "Put me on the bed with my legs spread for you and my will be wet and ready. After you fuck me with it, I want you to suck all my juices off the big fella like it was candy," the email said.
I watched the porn that had a woman being fucked by a large vegetable and I jacked off to thoughts of me doing that to Claire. It was big and fat and filled her, and she held her mouth open to breath as the big pretend dick plowed repeatedly into her and I pretended it was Claire getting reamed by this huge produce. When the film was over and I had mentally fucked Claire with the cucumber that I actually held in my hand, I thought about really doing it to her someday.
