K was annoyed. No, she was more than just annoyed; she was pissed. She didn't begrudge her husband Jay some time watching the soccer matches, but lately, he was spending a lot more time and attention on the two-dimensional figures running around on the pitch... and less time focusing on the sexual temptress of his woman who was right there, ready to be adored. But she wasn't pissed at just her long-time partner for ignoring her. Once again, it wasn't the game or two that his favorite teams were playing on the weekend. She was pissed at herself.
They used to talk about fantasies and what they would do together all the time. But now... well, now they acted like an old couple. Less talk of fantasies, more talk of groceries and what's for dinner. She missed the days when just walking into a room drew Jay's undivided attention, how his eyes would follow every move she made, drinking in every inch of her body as if he were a traveler in the desert, thirsting for water. How those looks led to her seductively stripping out of her clothes and pressing her naked body against his as they made love for hours on end. They still had plenty of sex on a regular basis, but the spark of desire seemed to be pretty low. K knew they needed a spark to get that spark between them back.
She thought about some of the fantasies they had talked about and which ones were still on the list. Then it hit her: What if Jay could see the lust and longing someone else had for her? They had considered threesomes before, but the time and opportunity wasn't just right. K decided this was the time for bold action. But she needed to find the right one, the one who would make Jay sit up and notice... but not out of jealousy, but out of desire. Someone who K could let loose with to see the desire in Jay's eyes grow. And then she remembered someone: Fred.
Fred was an online acquaintance who K chatted with occasionally. Sometimes their chats were just normal banter between two friends: weekend plans, what's for supper, how each was doing at work. Other times, the chats took a decidedly more sexual tone, as K described some of her fantasies and Fred telling her how he would love to fulfill them. She loved the way Fred would describe eating her pussy, how his tongue would trail down through the well-groomed bush perched just above her clit, searching further below until it was between the wet labia and lapping up her juices, which would flow in the fantasy... and began to flow as K read his words.
She and Fred had even had sex together - in a matter of speaking. She would describe how her long, lithe body would wrap around him, and he would talk about how his tongue... and then his cock... would pleasure her to ecstasy. They had exchanged pictures, but nothing too revealing and just enough to whet each other's appetites: K sent pics of her in a slinky dress with no bra, her nipples - while not completely hidden still fully covered - pointing hard against the thin fabric. Fred had shared a picture of his face: much more youthful than the 50-some years he claimed as his age with short silver hair on the sides and a little more on top. A silver fox, K thought. He did even send her a pic of him in just his underwear, a thick bulge prominent at the front.
As K sat down at her computer, she thought of Fred again: his words, his slightly weathered but still youthful face, what the bulge in the underwear hid underneath. And she touched herself... just a little over her nipples through the t-shirt she wore and maybe a little on her pussy through her jeans that fit tight. Before she became too aroused, she moved her fingers back to the keyboard and typed out a direct message to see if he was there.
"Hey," she typed. And then waited for a response. But her wait wasn't for long as she saw Fred's light go green, meaning he was there.
"Hey!" he typed back. K noted the exclamation point as his indicator he was glad to see her, too. And she regretted she hadn't put the same enthusiasm into her first message. But, she thought, I was just checking to see if he was there.
Over the next few minutes, they chatted about how things were going, weekend adventures in the outdoors, and how each was feeling. K steered the conversation to sex, and Fred gladly followed along. She talked about how she was especially horny that day, and he responded with suggestions of how he could help her with that: how he could finger her while they kissed deeply, how he'd love to caress her pert breasts while his tongue probed deep inside her mouth, performing a little dance with hers as they made out like teenagers. K told him how much she liked that and wished it could be real.
And then she typed, "Would you like it to be real?"
"Yes! Of course!" was Fred's enthusiastic reply. But, he pointed out, there was only so much they could do online.
K paused for a few seconds looking at his response. "This is the moment of truth," she thought. "The moment I step into new territory; the moment Jay and I step into new territory."
Earlier in the conversation, K discovered Fred was vacationing not far from where she lived. "Now or never," she thought.
And then she typed: "Would you like to come over and make it real?"
