Mike and Kathleen were happily married. The same was true of Jeff and Emma. Two couples who had never met; who did not know each other existed. Although they possessed similar core values as church-going, middle-aged, conservatives, their worlds were completed partitioned off from each other. Mike and Kathleen lived on the west coast, Jeff and Emma in the southwest.
But there was one thing that by fate brought the two men into contact with each other. Their common hunger, no surprise to men their ages, was for more sex than their wives were willing to offer. Both men felt the perpetual ebb and flow of sexual frustration. They had needs. They loved their wives. So they managed as best as they could.
Both Kathleen and Emma were sweet women. They were faithful, just like their husbands. They were more than satisfied with the cadence of sexual activity in their marriages. Things could occasionally run hot, but for the most part, the girls were very similar in their lack of curiosity about further sexual pleasures as well as being seemingly happy with the once or twice a week "love-making" with their husbands. Laying back in missionary position and spreading their legs with a sense of loyalty (on the edge of duty) was less than inspiring to their husbands. But, a passive lover is better than no lover at all. So they endured.
Both men had secrets. Harmless ones. The random fantasies. The discreet, wandering eye. But neither had ever cheated. Never. It was one of those core values they both embraced.
Ah, but those secrets. It was Mike who first found online chatting. He had been searching for erotic literature to read. His discovery led to what seemed to be an exhaustive library of erotica. He enjoyed reading it. He would sneak away when he felt the urges about to boil over and masturbate while envisioning the scenes he read. Kathleen was clueless; Mike made sure of that.
As Mike continued to engage more intensely with the stories he read, the frequency of his masturbation sessions increased to the point that he actually became less edgy about the too infrequent times he and Kathleen fucked. The stories, so vivid in his imagination as he read them, were each a new arousal for him to enjoy. It was like he was cheating - but he wasn't.
On Saturday morning, Mike could fuck Kathleen. That evening, he would read a story about some hot MILF that spread for a pool boy; Mike could imagine that he was the pool boy. The next morning getting around to go to church, he could admire Kathleen's naked body in the shower, her big, pink, nipples on those heavy 38c breasts making his married dick throb; yet knowing he had no chance to fuck her (sticky cum in her christian-wife pussy before going to church? not a chance), but later that afternoon his pent up lust was relieved by the girl in the next story, a hot wife, peeling away her one piece as her neighbor peeked at her from over the fence. Mike jerked off as he imagined seeing that unfolding.
And so it went. Occasional fucking. Frequent erotica and masturbation.
As for Jeff, he traveled a similar path. Emma was a bit more sexually adventurous than Kathleen, but for the most part, just as vanilla. Nothing edgy or naughty or outwardly horny that might cause raised eyebrows. She worked hard to stay fit and was proud of her body. She knew her firm tone and perky breasts were the best she could do. Jeff loved how her body looked and if given the chance, would eagerly fuck her every day if possible. But, just like Kathleen, Emma's appetite was satisfied with one or two tame sessions per week of throttled love-making.
Jeff eventually stumbled upon online chatting, just like Mike. He was less than enthusiastic at first of the whole "cyber sex" thing. It seemed that the chatrooms seemed to be full of 80% men and 20% slutty women who seemed to seek a twisted online sexual experience that was just too much for his entry-level appetites.
So Mike chatted, in complete and total secret from Kathleen, and so did Jeff in complete secret from Emma. Both men enjoyed a blend of chat and erotica, sometimes finding a chat that rose to the level of arousal similar to that which a good story offered.
Then, without either having a clue as to what a game-changing moment it would be, one day they were logged in to chat, at the same time, at the same site. Mike had adopted the screenname,
Faithful But Lustful
. Jeff claimed the screenname,
Hubby With Secrets
.
Mike had been seeking chat for almost an hour with no luck. He was reading erotica as he hoped and waited for someone to pop up on the radar that was chat-worthy. Jeff arrived. His screenname announced his arrival. For some reason, it caught Mike's eye. He initiated contact . . .
Faithful But Lustful
- hey buddy
A few moments passed to the point Mike figured this would be just another futile attempt to connect with someone else in a chat. Would he ever be so very wrong this time. At the point where he had given up and was prepared to move on . . .
Hubby With Secrets
- hey man, what's up?
Mike smiled. A response!
Faithful But Lustful
- safe to assume your wifey does not know what you are up to?
Hubby With Secrets
- correct ... how about you?
Faithful But Lustful
- mine is clueless
Hubby With Secrets
- better that way, right?
Faithful But Lustful
- yep - some secrets are better kept as such
Hubby With Secrets
- agreed
There was a pause in the interaction, then Jeff asked...
Hubby With Secrets
- so, have you ever cheated?
Faithful But Lustful
- define "cheated"
Hubby With Secrets
- fucked another woman
Faithful But Lustful
- nope, I am faithful by that standard... how about you?
Hubby With Secrets
- same as you
Faithful But Lustful
- so you find this escape to meet a need?
Hubby With Secrets
