Steffie sat at the edge of the hotel bed, trembling, her heart beating rapidly in her chest as she looked up at Tyrese and his friends.
My god this is really happening she thought Can I really do this?
She thought back to how this had all begun.
Steffie had married young, barely 23 when she and Mark had tied the knot, and they'd had barely any time to savor life as a married couple before their first child was on the way. Followed soon after by the second. Marriage and child rearing combined with the long hours Mark worked as a police officer had taken a quick toll on their sex life. By the time their third son was born, Steffie had long since settled into the role of mother and housewife.
While motherhood may have taken its toll on Steffie and Mark's sex life, Steffie had been fortunate that three pregnancies hadn't taken more of a toll on her body. Even at 31 she still maintained a slim, petite figure with a tiny waist and pert breasts. Gone were the long dark brown tresses she'd favored since high school, replaced now with a utilitarian haircut her friend Jenny liked to refer to as 'mom-chic'.
Gone too was any notion of slinky dresses or revealing tops, those had been replaced with jeans and sensible blouses. Still despite all that she still found men flirting with her when she ran her errands. She had always brushed it aside, being happily married, until one night when she had been very in the mood, and had greeted Mark at the door in a short black teddy. To Steffie's disappointment, Mark had been brusque, giving her a light peck on the lips before declaring that he was dead tired and had to be in early the following morning.
Steffie had laid awake that night in bed, her fingers tugging at the hem of her teddy, and wondered
Is that all I am now?Just Mommy and Honey?Not a woman to be desired?
The next day after getting the boys onto the bus for school she had wandered into the the den in her bathrobe and sat dejectedly in front of the computer.
Opening her email, she found a message from Jenny. It was brief 'Here's the cure you're looking for ;)' and a link to a video. Steffie idly clicked the link. It took a moment to buffer and then her breath caught in her throat. Steffie had been expecting to see cute little kittens at play but instead found herself watching as a young, thing brunette writhed on a couch while several men, including a few black men took turns fucking her (Steffie had always thought of it as making love, but couldn't deny that what she was seeing was indeed fucking.) before they ejaculated on her face, her belly, in her mouth.
Steffie was unable to get those images out of her head the next few days, and soon she was finding herself at the computer reading profile ads on adult dating sites. This however proved fruitless for Steffie as most sites required a credit card to post an ad and she had no wish to expose her growing secret desire by being caught in a credit card scam.
A week later Steffie came across a forum site that was all about adult dating, and she was avidly scanning the Men Seeking Women and Women Seeking Men postings. The more she lurked and read, the more the idea took hold in Steffie's mind of posting an ad. Twice she even masturbated, imagining an encounter from such an ad.
Finally, Steffie worked up the nerve to register a profile, and placed an ad.
MWF seeks discreet sexual encounter with passionate man. No strings attached.
Steffie's hand hovered over the DELETE POST button for a few minutes, then she impulsively clicked on the SUBMIT POST button. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest as she watched her post appear on the forums.
Over the next few weeks, Steffie found her inbox cluttered with crude offers of sexual favors, requests for pics, and unsolicited dick pictures. Hardly what she had fantasized about. Still, day after day Steffie would log in, go through the messages and delete them. This time as she was preparing to click the Select All button and mass delete, a subject line caught her eye.
Are you for real? or just an internet tease?
Curiously Seffie clicked on the link. The message that followed was from a user going by the name TYR327. His message simply stated that if she was serious, to private message him and they could discuss setting up a meeting in the future. The message was signed off with the name Tyrese, and two attached photos showing a chiseled black man in his late 20s. One where he was raising a glass and toasting with friends, and another with his shirt off.
Steffie could feel herself getting moist, her pulse pounding in her throat. She took several gulps of water before she responded, explaining to him what she was looking for. Then on a quick impulse she rushed to the bedroom, dropped her robe on the bed and slipped into the black teddy. She posed awkwardly in front of the mirror and took several photos with her phone. Back at the computer Steffie nervously hesitated before finally uploading the two best pics to the message.
The next few days, it took all of Steffie's self control to not impulsively rush to check her in box. Finally Monday rolled back around and no sooner had the bus left that Steffie was loggin in. She found two messages from Tyrese, one complimenting her on her looks, and the other with his phone number attached to it. Steffie spent the rest of the afternoon in a state of semi arousal, racking her brain trying to figure out how to call and leave no trace her actions.
