This story contains light dom/sub themes and all characters personally identify as "Strait" despite women going at it with strapons.
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Annabell was happy being a sexual object. She liked looking like one of the pretty things she'd play with as a child, but more naughty. She was thirty years old, but still acted like a playful teenager. Her short hair was dyed blue, her denim shorts rode up high on her asscheeks and her shirt was pulled up to her clavicales to let her modest assets jiggle down in front of the camera. She was athletic and still filled with youthful vigor and curves. She was a teacher and an artist, but there was one thing in her life that she enjoyed more than anything else, and it was making her husband David happy.
Her husband was a thousand miles away, fighting in a war in the dessert. Connection speeds were terrible, so they had been sending each other video recordings. First it had been normal conversations. Then it had become more raunchy. David had let slip that he'd been feeling lonely and Ann couldn't take it. She didn't want him to be tempted by any other women, or worse, be horny and alone. All she could think to do was strip and touch herself for the camera and send him anything and everything she could.
When he'd met her they fell in love nearly instantly, but she was conservatively minded and demanded that they get married before going all the way. He agreed, but she'd still been wary about trying anything strange in bed. Now, as she massaged her breasts in front of the screen she found herself wondering what kinky things David would want to see her do. She humped the air and licked her lips as she squeezed her tits.
And then she quickly stopped the recording and covered her face. This was insane. What if her family saw this? Or her coworkers, or students? What would they think? She sighed and put down her shirt over her breasts. That would be enough for this recording. She sent it to David's email with the text, "I love you." And closed her computer. Part of her had grown up after all, and it was the part that told her that this was scary, and embarrassing. She changed into her bedclothes and crawled into her cold, lonely bed again. David had been gone for so long. They'd only had sex a few times, but it was the only time she'd ever done it with anyone. She only knew it that one way. Now she was so curious, so horny, and so insatiable that she couldn't sleep. When morning came she was exhausted. Coffee wasn't enough and she nearly fell asleep during her lessons.
"Late night?" Ann blinked. Margret was one of her friends from a few years back. They met occasionally at a nearby bar. Her husband was stationed with Ann's, so they could relate and talk about their issues on that front.
"Yea." Ann nodded. "Couldn't sleep."
"Worried about David?" Ann nodded. Margret sighed and took another sip of Jin and tonic. She had long blond hair that poured down over her shoulders. She was older, and had an even more mature frame. She'd had three kids before, but kept herself fit at home for her own husband. It was Margret who had first introduced Ann to the idea of sending sexy videos. Margret was the kind of woman Ann wished to grow up into, even though Ann realized she was already grown up. She was more filled out, wiser, stronger, and forthright about everything. "I understand."
Ann smiled. "I just wish I could do more." She admitted. "David and I never got to talk about things he liked. I don't know if I'd just be freaking him out if i-" She stopped.
"If you what? Did something more wild?" Margret asked, jabbing an elbow playfully at the younger woman's ribs. "I'm sure he'd love it if you were more creative. John certainly was."
"If you don't mind me asking," Ann started. "What kind's of things do you do?"
"Oh," She looked around carefully before smiling, leaning in, and whispering, "Well, first it was just teasing, you know. But I thought he'd like it if he knew I was enjoying myself. So I touched myself a bit. I was a bit worried he'd think I was having fun without him, or I was a pervert or something, but he said he loved it!" She smiled. Ann was relieved. "Then, well," She leaned in closer. "He doesn't know this, but I also looked at his browsing history on the computer he left behind." She chuckled nervously.
"What?" Ann's eyes widened.
"I know, invasive. But it was for a good cause!" She argued. "I mean, there isn't anything I wouldn't do for him, but you know how men are, they never like to talk about anything that might make them seem vulnerable." She rolled her eyes. "He didn't want to ask me to do something just to get teased or made fun of because of it."
"Wow." Ann nodded, "So, what did he-" She shook her head. "Never mind, I shouldn't pry like that."
"No, it's fine." She inched closer. Ann was afraid their faces would touch if they were any closer. "I was never very adventurous, so it turns out he was looking as pictures of girls," She paused, "Getting it from behind." She clarified after another pause, "Up the butt I mean." She said quickly. "He was looking up that kind of stuff."
"That's not too weird." Ann nodded.
"I didn't think I'd be into it." She explained, "But after I tried it a few times and John kept telling me how sexy it was to see me do that kind of stuff, I really got into it." She seemed a bit embarrassed now. "I feel like I discovered a big part of myself then. He keeps telling me how badly he wants to put it in there when he comes back. And that just makes me feel great!"
Margret had given Ann a lot to think about that night. She was about to turn on her webcam again to start recording. She was thinking about touching herself a little bit more than usual this time, maybe touching herself in different places. But then she considered looking through her husbands search history. Ann felt terrible just thinking about that. It felt like she would be violating her husbands privacy. If he wanted her to know something, he'd tell her, and she was supposed to trust him about it.
But then she started wondering what it was, if there even was anything. She had to investigate.
She booted up his old desktop computer and idly checked the browsing history. Nothing, it was clear. She felt relieved. If there was something, she wouldn't be able to find it. But now that his computer was running she couldn't stop herself from searching a little bit more. Maybe he had downloaded something. The chances were so low that she didn't feel too bad about searching.
