Life is supposed to be great when you're near the top. I don't think I am abnormally gifted, but I always thought being in my early 20's had its advantages? I am close to finishing what was to be my year off from studies. I finished high school and decided to get a job before going to college. My choice has left me with mixed emotions because half way through the year I felt boredom and a sense of loss. Most of my friends have already moved for college, and my devoted ex-girlfriend left me for someone in her co-op dorm. Meanwhile I have been working a full time minimum wage job, and trying to live life up to my expectations. I live in a very small town, and I didn't realize how few opportunities for a new romance existed until I found myself single. I was athletic and the type of guy that had no problems with legible women, but with the few local women up to my standards it didn't stand for much.
It was Thursday night, and for me it was just another night. It was something completely different for my friends away at college. My regular routine didn't allow for the activities my friends were describing in there social media tweets as they prepared for a college night out. I could only feel comfort in the fact I was already approved for the college of my choice next year, and that maybe the money I am saving will provide me an economic advantage with the ladies.
I was settling in for another late night session with a varied flavor of porn to help me sleep. When scanning through my options of porn I decided to mix things up. I decided to search for mature women, and found a series of galleries to my liking. I had my cock in one hand, and my mouse in the other. My eyes scanned over each picture as I pleasured myself. I flipped back and forth from gallery to gallery, and as I flipped I found that one picture was continuously being blocked by an advertisement. It was advertising a website to find local women; which I did not believe was possible by the look of the model in the picture. I clicked the website anyway because I was curious. I attempted to search its registry for local users, but found there were no users in the surrounding area. I looked farther away from my home town, and people seeking companionship appeared. Most of the pictures were not fit for minors as it was an adult website, and looking at the pictures led me to believe most of these people weren't looking for love.
I had never used online dating, and as a result of living in a small town my pride wouldn't allow it. I decided to be deceptive and create an account that had me living in the city I was moving to for college. The city was only a few hours away, and it felt much more real considering I could drive there if I wanted too. I entered all my information required, and listed my intent to find someone for a no strings attached engagement. After completing my registration I breezed through the member's home page. I scanned over dozens of local profiles, and eliminated people I had no interest in. I found messaging people was impossible without paying for a subscription, and I instantly felt like I was had. I wasn't prepared to pay for this service. I was about to shut the window on my quick experiment when I noticed the chat option. I clicked the option to see if it was going to be as uncooperative as the email, but I found a screen of other online members opening before me.
I searched the list of members; the person closest to me was at the top of the list. They were also listed as living in the same city of my future college. They were the only online member close to me, and they were a couple. She was nearly 15 years older than me, and he was nearly 20. They had a picture of her in their profile, and regardless of age she was my kind of hot. She was wearing black lingerie, and was showing a very cheeky rear profile. Her face was missing from the picture, but nearly all the pictures on the website had missing faces. I read there profile description and it appeared that they were looking for men interested in voyeurism. It detailed how the husband enjoyed watching her get excited with other men. I paused and looked over their profile and picture several times. I questioned if this couple was for real.
I was considering messaging them, and how I should introduce myself if I did when my speakers began to chime. I looked at my screen and found that I had an incoming message from the same couple. The couple opened with an innocent message of, "Hello." I fumbled looking for a way to message them back, but eventually opened the correct window. My heart was pounding as I wrote, "Hello and how are you guys tonight?"
They answered after a short pause, "We are doing really good and just looking around to see who is available." After asking them what they were looking for they explained that they are a couple considering experimenting, but were not sure how far they are willing to go. They explained that the husband liked the idea of other men flirting with his wife, and she liked how it turned him on when she was naughty. They explained they weren't planning on going beyond online flirting, but liked the temptation.
I was willing and ready to see more of this woman, but it was obvious I would have to play their game if I wanted to see more than a profile picture. "You can tell your husband that if he wants another guy to tell his wife she has a hot ass, then I am his man," I wrote laughing out loud. I then asked if she had other pictures, and what kind of pictures she was willing to allow me to see.
She then proceeded to post several other pictures with her face missing, but with her body in various erotic poses. Every picture had her in erotic lingerie that had me instantly envying her husband's fortune. Her body was perfect; it was soft and feminine. She was mature, but had all of her curves in all of the right places. I could recall my own ex-girlfriends trying to pose erotically in the past, and how awkward they all looked. This women screamed confidence, and every outfit fit her like a glove. After opening a couple of her pictures I realized in my captivation that I was communicating with only one hand; my second hand was now firmly caressing my rock hard cock.
I confessed to them, "Your husband is one lucky man, and if I had my chance you would be one lucky woman." I then admitted to them that my cock was out and ready for any chance to see more of her. I had never been with a woman older than myself, but at that moment she was the object of my every desire.
They then asked if I had a picture of myself to share. They wanted something I could provide that could allow them to know I was someone they wanted to communicate with.
I told them that I would be attending the local college in their city, and I named the school and program I was interested in. I told them that I didn't have any pictures prepared, but I could have some prepared for next time.
"Do you have a web cam," they asked? Then suddenly on my screen appeared an image. They had turned on their web cam. She was sitting in a computer chair in front of a camera with him behind her. Their faces were not in view as the camera was pointing at chest height. They were dressed normally, but it was clear her husband's hands were wandering over her body as she was typing.
I again scrambled to accept their offer, and found my web cam button. I positioned my camera so that it never viewed higher than my chest, and then turned it on. As my image came into view for them they paused and clearly looked startled. I could see her husband's hands slide across her body, and it looked like a hand slipped between her legs briefly. His prompting must have encouraged her next question, "Can you lower the camera I want to see what you're holding there."
I felt a bit shy as it was the first time using my camera for this, but felt secure knowing it wasn't my face they wanted to see. I lowered the camera under the desk so that it focused on my cock. I slowly stroked my rod so that they could see it stand rigid from my body. This was clearly to their liking as I seen her apprehensions melt on the screen. Her hands dropped from the keyboard and gripped the arm rest of her chair. Her husband's hands went from her neck area to breast, and then back between her legs.
I loved what I was seeing. This women was being seduced with her husband's hands, but was clearly fixated with the image of my manhood. I released my cock, but in the heat of the moment it remained standing straight up. I wrote to them, "Tell your husband to undress you. I want to see more of you, and I want to see you pleasured as you look at me."
