The woman sat in the semi darkness of the living room. She softly replaced the phone in the cradle, and sighed. Her husband was on the road. He was a long haul trucker, who was on another long haul. She made her way down the hallway, which was lit by a small night light in case the kids had to get up in the night. She peered into the first room, and saw the small figure of a young boy snuggled down in his blankets. The streetlight outside of his window illuminated his regular breathing of sleep. She moved down to the next door, and quietly opened the door. Her nine year old daughter was asleep, and her covers were kicked to the floor. The woman picked up the tangled mass of blankets, and gently placed them back on the sleeping form. She glanced at the alarm clock at the side of her daughter's bed. It was 10:15. Another 15 minutes to go before she turned on the computer, and then would be transported to a world so far removed from this one.
She made her way to her bedroom. She turned on the bathroom light, and began to undress. As the clothes came off, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. At 42 she was no head turning "babe" anymore. Two kids, a lack of exercise, and the ease of fast food had rounded parts of her more than she cared for. Her hands went to her nipples. Breast feeding her children had made them huge. She was told often that they were the sexiest nipples ever. She smiled as she saw how they responded to her touch, and the jolt of electricity that sped right from the nipples down to her groin. All it ever took for her was a touch of the nipples, and her motor was running.
Her gaze drifted down. Her stomach was no longer flat, and the stretch marks bore testimony to her two pregnancies. Further down, she saw the barest hint of stubble around her pussy. She had shaved the area three days earlier, because she was told it was a turn on. It was a mess to do it, but the person that told her it was a turn on wanted to watch, and so she let them. The orgasm she had after the shaving session was powerful, and she was glad she had done the shaving for that kind of payback.
She ran a brush through her hair, and threw on the old t shirt she slept in. It was time for her nightly ritual, and she did not want to be late. Heading down the hall to the kitchen, she grabbed her diet Pepsi and headed to the living room. Sitting down at the desk, she turned on the computer. The screen booted up, and her fingers acted from memory and typed in the address for a messenger program. A few keystrokes and her password, and her friends list appeared before her. She clicked on "NightOwl4u" and typed a private message. It said simply "Hi.baby."
There was a brief delay and then a reply of "Hi Sexy!" It made the woman staring at the screen smile. She like seeing that in the little message box, especially from this person. This was the person that she shaved for, that made her cum so many times, and who made her hunger for this time of night. "Missed you lots!!!" she typed. Soon the reply of "Right back at you!!" appeared. Another smile crossed her lips. She maneuvered her mouse to the web cam option and clicked it on. While waiting for the other person to accept, she again ran her fingers through her hair. Soon the screen showed the image of the person that made her smile.
The person had blonde hair, and it was cut short. Their smile was electric, and melted the woman who was looking at it. The body was not as rounded as the person who was looking at it. It was slender, and sleek, and oh so very sexy. They were putting on a headset with a microphone. "Can you hear me now?" they said with a laugh. "Oh can I ever. Just checked on the kids, talked to the man, and now I am all yours baby!" was the reply.
The two people who were exchanging words of affection, who expressed terms of endearment, and enjoyed each others bodies, had never actually touched. They had touched themselves for each other, and watched as the other pleased themselves, and they longed for each other. They often talked about meeting, but each had families that made planning that difficult. Even more challenging was that they were both married, and both were women. Their husbands traveled in their jobs and it was a common link that brought them together. Carol, the one sipping the Diet Pepsi started surfing the internet late at night to cut the boredom of being alone. She ventured into chat one night, and was hooked. People from everywhere talking about anything, and it took her from her living room to a whole new world. There were the men that wanted to know what you were wearing, how big your tits were, and if you swallowed. She actually became a "good friend" with one of the men in one of the rooms. They would email, chat for hours, and once she even talked to him from a pay phone. Soon though he drifted to a younger woman, and she was again "single" in chat land.
Judy was the blonde woman. She began chatting for one reason and one reason only. She was tired of being married to the man who was never home. He left her and the kids, and while he called every day, when he was home his mind was elsewhere. There was no affection, no tenderness, and little sex. Judy craved sex. She missed the wild and crazy days of nothing to the imagination sex that were there when she was first married. Well, and before she was married. She had several on line relationships with men in the chat rooms. Her cell phone was a gateway to steamy phone sex with guys she may have only known an hour. It was not uncommon to have three or four encounters in a day with her chat friends. Then along came Carol. The first chat one night on nothing in particular, other than their lives, their kids, and where they lived. Soon they talked every night. While they would sign into a room, they would private message each other, and ignore the others in the room.
After a few weeks the talk turned to sex or lack there of on both sides of the conversation. Judy was the first to bring up the subject about being horny. She talked about the various guys she had called for phone sex, and how it helped her get through the "tough" times. Carol admitted to flirting in private chat, but without a cell phone had not done the phone sex method of sexual release. The conversation moved towards masturbation, and how often each did it. Carol bravely stated she did it maybe three times a week, and usually when she was in the shower with the shower head there to help her. Judy then related she was playing with herself as much as three times per day. She also commented that she had a new toy that really worked well, and that Carol should get one. Carol asked about how well it worked, and Judyl turned on her camera, and proceeded to demonstrate just how good it worked. The next day Carol went out and got her own camera, and installed it. She was not nervous about turning it on. When Judy asked her to play for her, Carol undressed and rubbed her clit for her new friend. When Carol opened her eyes after cumming, she saw Judy using her toy to bring herself to a moaning climax.
About three weeks later the love word was introduced in a chat. They talked about how much they thought of each other, how they wondered what they were doing, and how much they craved each other." Its like I am in love," said Judy. "I am in love," said Carol. That night Judy asked Carol to shave for her. She told Carol it would turn her on. Carol spent an hour getting things ready and slowly shaved on camera so Judy could watch. "God, I wish it was me doing that," said Judy. "I want you doing that," replied Carol. When she was done, she sucked her own breasts and pulled her nipples. She leaned back and spread her cleanly shaven pussy for her new love to see. Then she pulled out a toy just like the one Judy used and proceeded to make herself cum. Judy then returned the favor.
The hard times for each were when the husbands were home. There was no free time to get on the computer. They would sneak a call in to each other, as Carol went out and got a cell phone. She told her husband it was so the kids could reach her if she was out. When her husband commented on her shaved pussy, Carol lied and said it was for him. Judy was miserable when she did not have her "Carol time" as she liked to think of it. Her husband had no interest in sex, and even less in conversation. It was like he didn't even want to be there. When she got a phone message from Carol that was of her having a loud orgasm, Judy knew there had to be a way to get together with her on-line lover.
