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Carl kissed his wife and opened the car door. "Have a good time honey, I'll be back in town tomorrow. Say hi to Katie for me." he said as he stepped clear of the sedan.
Ellen waved as she drove away her mind racing far faster then the engine of their Corolla. Was she doing the right thing? How much was this going to cost her? Could she face Carl again?
It all started almost a week ago, well no, it started two months ago when Carl stopped having sex with her. His work was stressful, and he was busy, but she had needs too. She didn't feel angry with him; Carl was a loving husband and a wonderful father. It was just his job took him away from home, and when he was home he was too tired. Then about a week ago Ellen had heard a comment about a website where people tried to 'Hook-up'. She was curious, after all, in her day men and women met at bars, or at work, or even in school. This online stuff was more a thing for kids. She had been married for almost 25 years. One man, that was all she needed. Still, she had to see what the fuss was about.
She logged into Craig's List and found her city then the 'Casual Encounters' list. There were ads for everything. Most ads were from men, some seeking women, some men, some even couples. She was a little confused about the terms, NSA seemed to come up often, then she found an ad saying NSA in the title and No Strings Attached in the text and she understood, this person wanted casual no commitment sex. Some ads had pictures and some of the pictures were explicit, one caught her eye, there on the screen before her was a very large penis, standing proud and hard begging her to touch it. She felt herself growing wet at the thought of that monster plunging into her depths. She felt her hand lightly caressing her vagina. She hadn't done that in ages either.
Reluctantly she stopped touching herself and tore her gaze from the penis on the screen. No, she would control herself, yet she felt the tug toward the screen and she so ached for the attention of a man. She stood and walked from the computer. For the rest of the morning she did chores around the house. At noon she called Carl but he was too busy to talk. She hung up feeling as if he had left her and there on the computer screen was that glorious penis. She found her hand clicking the link button. Her e-mail opened and she typed a short note saying how impressed she was with his photo. She used her yahoo account because she didn't want any trace of the e-mail on her system for her husband to find.
Less than an hour later she was startled by the sound of her in-box. He responded! Looking around she hesitantly opened the e-mail. He thanked her for her compliment on his penis and told her he was mid 30's, a non-smoker, and single. He also attached another picture, in this one he was not hard, she found the picture mesmerizing. She had never seen an uncircumcised penis up close before. Her husband was circumcised, her boyfriends had been, and even though she had seen pictures, never had she seen one of such detail. She felt she could reach out and wrap her hand around it and bring it to life. She felt herself growing damp again. She almost failed to notice the salutation at the end. He wanted her name and a picture of her so he could wank to it. She felt her cheeks growing hot; she had no pictures like this to send him. She replied saying that although she had pictures she had no nude pictures to send him. Within minutes he had again replied. He would be happy with any picture she could send. She fumbled around a little, but finally managed to attach a picture to her e-mail and sent him a file. She sat there waiting, and finally a response came back. He said she was very pretty which she knew was a lie, she was not beautiful, no matter how often Carl told her. He also told her to wait, ten minutes passed, then twenty, then thirty, finally her e-mail chimed again. This time the file said forellen.wmv. Curious she clicked and opened it. A small video started, her picture could be seen on the monitor and there was that glorious penis. He rubbed the screen with the head of his penis as his hand stroked up and down the length. Slowly the penis grew in his hand growing longer and harder before her eyes. Within a very short time it was fully erect and very large. The hand stroked slowly up and down the length, a voice said, "Ellen, I don't want to waste this, can we meet?" and the video clip ended.
Ellen was dumbstruck, what should she do? He wanted to meet her, and she wanted to see that penis. She pushed play again and watched as it grew in his hand while he looked at her picture. She found herself rubbing her pussy in time with his hand. She answered that she was married, and her husband was home in the evenings there was no way they could meet. She deleted the file from her computer and closed her e-mail. That night Carl got home and had a drink with his meal, he was asleep on the couch minutes after dinner.
The next day she dropped her husband at work and went shopping as she always did on Wednesdays. When she arrived home she checked her e-mail. There was another e-mail from Ben. He was asking if she owned a digital camera. He wanted another picture of her, this time in her bra and knickers. He included another picture of his erect penis with his hand wrapped around it. Ellen stood from the computer and walked away, she wouldn't give him that. No! She was happily married. She found herself looking at the picture again ten minutes later; she could feel the dampness in her knickers. Perhaps a picture would be OK, but nothing too revealing.
She went upstairs and had a bath, shaved her legs, trimmed her pussy hair and put on her fancy knickers and bra. Then taking her husbands digital camera took several pictures of herself in various poses, she even learned how to use the delay so she could snap a photo of her on her hands and knees on the bed, bum facing the camera. She felt dirty and rubbed herself a little while doing it. God she was horny, Carl better be ready tonight. She downloaded the photos into her computer and attached a couple of the mild ones to an e-mail. She clicked send and waited. Within minutes Ben had replied, he was thrilled and said she looked so sexy. He asked for more and soon she found she had sent him even those she thought she could never show anyone. In the most explicit one she was actively rubbing her clit and you could see the hair of her pussy peeking out from the gusset of her dampened knickers. Ben sent more photos of himself, including one where he had both hands wrapped around his penis stroking the length of it.
In the last e-mail he asked for more pictures, naked ones. Ellen looked at the time and realised Carl would be home in twenty minutes and she had nothing done and was still in her knickers. She told Ben she would talk to him tomorrow and logged off.
Carl came home late, he had a headache and had to pack for the airport, he would be leaving for Portsmouth for three days in the morning. With that he ate his meal, packed his bag and went to bed. Ellen was growing more and more frustrated.
In the morning Carl was gone. The light of the computer was blinking at her. Slowly she moved to the machine and logged in, there was another e-mail from Ben. He told her how much he enjoyed the pictures yesterday, especially the ones where he could see the edges of her beautiful pussy and could he please see more.
Ellen rose and got the camera again; she moved to her bed and stripped down to her knickers. She closed her eyes and pictured that glorious penis. She was instantly wet. She rubbed her nipples and clicked the camera button. There was a flash and she looked at the display, there were her beautiful breasts, nipples standing proud. Over the next twenty minutes she took more and more photos all the while the need for sexual release growing. The last picture taken as her fingers plunged into her spasming pussy, her orgasm overtaking her so she screamed out in ecstasy. She e-mailed the pictures to Ben over the next three days, ending with her orgasm photo. Ben replied daily with pictures of him stroking his huge penis and finally splashing his cum over a photo of her pussy. The third day he asked for her telephone number. Ellen gave it with little thought, she knew she shouldn't but was beyond caring. Her telephone rang. It was him.
"Hello" his voice was husky and warm, a slight throaty rasp in her ear.
"Hello, Ben?" She asked, shaking slightly.
"Yes, I need to see you Ellen. Can we meet?"
"Ben, I am married, I should never have started this. I am sorry, I just can't." She pleaded with him, knowing she would meet him if he insisted. Why did Carl have to be away?
"Ellen, it is OK, we can just meet, talk, have a light lunch. Nothing more, no demands, no pressure. Lets just meet, get to know each other. After all I have seen some photographs of you that are quite intimate. We should get to know one another."
"We can't meet Ben, I don't know where it would end. This cold ruin my marriage."
"It will be OK Ellen, I know a small pub. Far enough from here they won't know you. Close enough your husband will never know. We can meet, talk, and have some fun."
