This is not a true story but rather a story told to me in confidence that I took and ran with. Some of the events are true while others are exaggerated but either way; it's exciting to know that Sandra's thought process was not a fairy tale.
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My name is Sandra Nelson and I've had a long and wonderful life being married to my husband the past 28 years. My husband, Paul, has a very lucrative job and unfortunately needs to travel on a monthly basis sometimes more and sometimes less than once a month. It was six months ago that I was able to retire with a nice pension and nest egg and for the past six months my life has been evolved around my grand children. Our kids are grown with families of their own and while our son moved away from New York State, our daughter and her family live 30 minutes away. I have decided to do my grandma duty and agreed to watch my daughter's child three days a week while her mommy goes to work. Monday will be the first day as baby sitter for Jen who is four years old. I decided to rest up the weekend and enjoy my down time while I can. Although my son now resides in North Carolina, my husband has set up a program on the computer that allows us to talk and see one another whenever we want. It's almost like my son is still here, in a way.
Lately it seems that I have been spending more and more time on line and I'm not sure why. There's an attraction there that interests me and I can't put my finger on exactly what it is but it's I have seemingly been anticipating my online time lately. Maybe it was the time that I clicked on an advertisement and to my surprise a window popped up with half naked women and men pretending to be making love. That was a shock and I made certain I didn't click on any more advertisements again. I remember my co-workers talking about clicking on ads and having their computer affected with a virus. Now I know what they were talking about and thank goodness I did not receive a virus. It's too bad I seemed to have lost touch with a few of my co-workers as they no longer write as often as they once did even though I freely gave out my email address rather than give anyone my cell phone number. A friend of mine I met at the market just last week told me how most people no longer email but use a chat or messenger option instead. I don't do that but maybe in the future I will learn.
To tell you a little bit about myself, my friends call me Sandy and I am 5 feet 4 inches tall. I think I look petty good for a 49 year old woman and although my hips may be a little wider than I am accustomed to, my tummy is not completely flat but looks fine and my bra size is 34B. My husband tells me my best features are my lips, my butt, and my sensitive nipples that embarrassingly stand out at times. Our sex life has seemed to taper off in the past few years, especially because of the fact that hubby is 6 years older than me and sometimes the little blue pill doesn't seem to help. It's actually been nearly a year since we have made love and I don't mind it although sometimes I think back and wish we could still make love like we once did.
It's Friday night and I just finished talking with my son and grandchildren out in North Carolina. They all seem to be doing well and we had so much to talk about that the time passed quickly. It's already past 10pm but I am wide awake and not the least bit tired yet so I poured a glass of wine to help make me tired and unfortunately it didn't work. After three glasses of wine, I was not only a little tired but also a little high.
As I opened some of my recent emails I noticed an odd email from an email address I did not recognize. The subject line read, "Hi Sandy, it's one of your past co-workers." The body of the email read, "Thanks for giving me your address but I am having so much trouble with my email program. Please contact me at Riper if you can, I remember you telling me you speak with your son on the Riper program. Have to go before my email freezes once again. Best Regards"
I automatically started to open up Riper and say hi to my past co-worker., when it dawned on me that this person never mentioned their name. I do remember telling a few of my co-workers about the Riper program and how much fun it was speaking with my son and seeing his family. I was trying to guess who it was and I narrowed it down to two of my closest friends at the time...either Sonia or Terri. I wrote back that I would hop onto Riper and say hi shortly. The wine was starting to give me a buzz and it was so hot in the bedroom where the computer is because of the hot humid day we had. I unbuttoned the first few buttons on my shirt and it made me feel so much better. I had on PJ bottoms, blouse and no bra because I had taken the bra off after speaking with my Grandkids a short time ago.
I was excited to have this late night conversation with either Sonia or Terri and promptly went down to the kitchen to fill my half empty third glass with more red wine. Nervously sipping the wine as I climbed back up the steps to the bedroom, I sat down at the computer and felt my head spin a bit. I placed the glass of wine down on the night stand next to my bed and proceeded to turn on the riper program.
