Linda chewed the piece of steak slowly. With her fork, she stirred the peas and carrots into her potatoes, swirling them around into a little spiral like the top of a milkshake. She looked up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. She didn't wear a lot of makeup, but she always wore a lot of eyeliner and mascara--as if her eyes weren't luscious enough, already. She swallowed noisily and took a sip of milk.
"So, let me ask you a question." She pointed her forkful of mashed potatoes at me like a cue stick.
"Shoot." I said, and opened my mouth and closed my mouth around the mashed potatoes.
"Not bad." I said, nodding.
"I know that you spend a lot of time on the internet, and I'm sure you've had offers ..." She tilted her head coyly against her shoulder as she held out another forkful. I waved my hand in front of the fork, "No, thanks." I said.
"So, hypothetically speaking--" Linda said as she reached over for the salt, "--have you ever taken them up on their offers?" She shook a little more salt on the potatoes.
"Well. ... hypothetically speaking, I might have dabbled in it once or twice." I shrugged. "But I'm not an expert."
"The thing is, do you think that cybersex is adultery?" She asked.
The tip of her tongue stuck out slightly as she gestured limply with the steak knife. I held the knife aside with one hand as I leaned in a gave her a quick kiss. "You are the only one for me, honey." I said.
"Oh, come on." She pulled away from me. "Just answer the question."
"Well, hypothetically speaking: not really." I answered. "I mean, my hands are occupied with other things--I mean, what--am I supposed to be doing--typing with one hand and jerking off with the other? Seriously, it's more an exercise in quick thinking than anything else."
Linda stopped what she was doing and set down the knife.
"Okay. Let's do it." She looked at me expectantly.
"What? Right now?" I asked. "It's only five o'clock and I'm hungry."
Linda walked over to me and ran a hand down my thigh. She reached between my legs and grabbed my nuts. "Got any balls? What do you DO with those women on the net, anyway?"
"Fuck." I said, "Okay. It takes a while. Or so I've heard."
Linda laughed. "Or so you've heard." She walked into the office where the computer was.
I stopped to grab the pan of potatoes off of the stove and a fork. She did a good job on the steak. She liked to cook them with a little soy sauce and it gave them a slight stir-fry flavor--but very tender and juicy. "Good job on the steak, honey." I called out. She didn't reply.
I went in, and she was typing away, madly. She looked up at me after a second and took the pan from my hands.
"What's another word for clitoris?"
I shrugged. "I don't know ... love button?" I peered over her shoulder to see what she was typing.
Sexy_Georgia ] i spread my thighs for u
Hot_and_Horny789] I am licking your slit--up to your clit.
