It began innocently enough. A quiet night bored with nothing to do but cruise the Internet. I was on a well-known and widely used ISP and stumbled upon sex chat rooms. At first reticent, I slowly caught on to the phases, idiosyncrasies, and etiquette of the rooms. I learned how to pull up profiles and to my amazement found a large number of the females were married. In retrospect, it only made sense because these were the forgotten women in society. Those women that had endured monogamous relationships that had long sense lost any pang of adventure.
They felt a need and urging to be appreciated and wanted, but were trapped in the hell of being a housewife, neglected with no adventure. I started by looking for those married lonely women and engaged in conversation with them. I am a personal trainer by trade, so I would look for those that listed fitness as an interest and tailor my conversation in that manner. Soon I had a cadre of female admirers to choose from. As soon as I would sign on, I was managing several instant messages at once, no small feat remembering the names and nuances of each woman. Soon I began meeting them for lunch, sex or whatever when they could get away. I had untamed fascination for and having married women. I found that they were hungry, much more eager fare than their single counterparts.
They were by force, much more discrete in our dealings. And much easier to fuck and forget without the headaches of attachment. As time passed, I learned more and better ways to get them. My favorite was invitations to the gym that I worked at for "one on one" workout instructions. My appearance was imposing for them as I have the very athletic body of one who spends eight hours a day or more in a gym and blessed by genetics with excellent sexual tools. I am a little over six feet, with close-cropped hair, or bald when the summer heats up. While I do not have the "muscle head" look, I am very tightly muscled with well chiseled features. I am the shade of coffee with just a little cream. My most prized feature is my manhood, a full 9 inches when fully erect, thick, well veined and responsive.
One night while looking for new contacts, I met Robin, a demure housewife and mother of two. We chatted innocently enough about fitness and nutrition. We began to foster a broader friendship and I found myself looking forward to talking with her each night. She would explain to me that her husband would get "jealous" if he were to find her chatting on the computer with another man, so we arranged times that we could chat while he was at work. Soon enough, our chat turned to conversations about sex and before long, we were cyber-fucking every night online. Sometimes there would be clumsy interruptions as she explained that one of her children would walk into the room. I found how wonderful this woman's imagination was in regards to sex. Cyber-fucking her made for a truly wonderful experience.
We exchanged pictures, first fully clothed and as time went on more and more seductive shots. She sent pictures of herself fully clothed, then in more and more risqué exercise gear that got smaller and tighter with every picture. She then sent the first truly seductive picture of herself in a small lace black bra, black thong panties and high heels. If this woman was 40 as she said, she was very well preserved. She was a brown skinned smallish lady at about 5 feet tall, with wonderfully muscled athletic legs. She had ample sized breast, a slender neck and nicely muscled arms. Her eyes were the type that smiled while concealing all underneath yet were very deep and seductive. In the picture she had a beautiful smile that I imagined was just for me and skin that glistened so that it gave her skin a shiny appearance. She had long dark brown hair that she pulled into a long ponytail that fell to the middle of her back. I kept her picture near the computer screen and enhanced her digital image to create wallpaper that greeted me on my computer each time I turned it on. We would begin our conversations with my saying, "hi beautiful and her saying hello sexy. " It was a very real friendship that was nurtured more and more in time.
Over time, our sessions of cyber fucking became more and more intense. I learned her favorite positions, how she like to be entered, how she loved to suck cock and even how she loved to be manhandled; nothing extreme but enough to make her feel that her lover was in charge. I began to long for her everyday and days I did not spend with her were disappointing. I read her sexy email messages she wrote to me two or three times a day and I would respond with passionate replies when she could not go into chat. I bought a digital camera so she could see me ejaculate while we played over the computer screen and instantly upload the pictures for her perusal.
Naturally my conversation turned to a more physical meeting to consummate this affair. Robin, being the good wife and mother, always found excuses or reasons for backing out of our proposed meetings but with every steamy session we had online together, I knew I was breaking down her defenses. Finally, when I had arranged a business trip in her town, I don't know whether the planets and moon were aligned just right, but she decided to meet me one August morning. She explained that she could spend most of the day with me because she had set her kids up with a relative and her husband would be working all that day.
I flew into town on a redeye flight and hastily booked a hotel room near the airport, which would be perfect because it was some distance away from town. I went to the hotel room to change into a pair of thin nylon sweats, tank top, ditched my underwear and made some other preparations. I wanted to leave no doubt what I had in mind when she saw me. I rented a car and set off to meet her. We had agreed to meet at a predetermined location at about 10:00 AM that morning. The location was a strip mall near her home and she used public transportation to get there so she wouldn't have the headache of having to hide her car.
As I pulled into the parking lot, I immediately spotted her. She was wearing skin tight jeans, a pair of black high heeled sandals and a loose fitting but seductively low plunging white silk shirt which she covered with a light windbreaker. She wore little makeup, perhaps some eyeliner and some lipstick; she did not appear to need much. As I approached her, I could clearly make out the outline of her breast in the nearly sheer shirt she was wearing. And I could also tell she was not wearing a bra. Her smile greeted me as I reached out to hug her and I could feel her braless breast brush against me. She was much shorter than I imagined, about 5 feet or so, so that her breast hit between my stomach and chest and my cock touched her between her stomach and pelvis. Although she was approaching 40, she looked as though she was just on the far side of 20. She nervously requested that we get out of the area being that we were so close to her residence.
We made haste to my rental car and soon were on the highway away from the area. That is when she finally began to relax and to talk. I told her "she looked better than any picture she had ever sent. " She told me 'that pictures did me no justice either' while her eyes was planted squarely on my lap and she was licking her lips. We both knew what we here for, so there seemed to be little use in "breaking the ice". I asked her "do you want to touch it?" Without answering me, she moved her small hand to my lap. I could see the wedding ring on her hand as she slowly moved her hand softly up and down the length of my shaft. Feeling her hand on my manhood while driving down the highway was an erotic rush. But the best was yet to come.
She bent over and began to kiss my dick through the thin material of my sweat suit. She started to blow her warm moist breath right through the material of my pants causing me nearly lose control of the car. She looked up at me and smiled a smile of appreciation, 'yep, 9 inches as promised ummm. ' Then she sat back up and took off her windbreaker. In the bright sunlight, there was no mistaking that she was braless and the thin sheer material of her blouse did little to hide her full breast. She had unbuttoned her blouse nearly to her stomach so that all that was not openly visible was her nipples, which were easy enough to make out in the bright sunlit car. Her nipples were magnificent. They were like little fingers sticking off the tip of her breast, as round as the tip of my baby finger and easily standing a ½ inch off her breast. 'You like Denny?' she said to me while I tried to catch my breath.
We finally reached the motel and pulled into the parking lot. I hesitated before getting out of the car because my pants had a large wet spot on them, a mixture of her wet mouth and my precum. And there was no mistaking the boner I was carrying as it protruded through my pants. 'Come on baby, I don't care if anyone see us here. ' She said as she opened the car door. Her blouse fully open to the top of her pants she walked around the car, swinging her tight ass as she strutted to my side and opened the door. She grabbed my head and pushed her chest into my face where it was a small matter to push aside her blouse and take her nipple into my mouth. I felt like I was going to explode right there, she was so damned sexy. 'Where's the room?' she asked. I took out the card key and told her, "43, it's in the back on the second floor. " She disengaged herself from me and began to walk towards the room. 'You coming?' she turned and asked. "All day long I hope," was my reply.
