{Yikes! A story with cheaters in it? On a site with stories about...SEX?
Oh, my GOD! Just a warning, EVERYBODY is cheating in this one!
Lol.}
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"God, am I really going to do this?" Jinks thought to himself as he parked his truck in the short term parking lot at the airport.
His real name was Gary but by now he had spent so much time on the internet that he actually had begun to feel that Jinks was his name.
He had needed a screen name and had started out with "Hijinks" but everyone called him "jinks" or "HJ" anyway and he sort of liked jinks so it stuck.
He had been in conversations with dozens of females, it was a kick to talk naughty to them and have them talk naughty right back.
It was all just harmless fun.
But this time, it was going well past harmless fun, he was actually going to meet Crystal.
Glancing at his watch, he saw he was 15 minutes early, so he lit a smoke to kill some time. In his pocket were some nice handi-wipes and some breath spray, that should cover up the smell.
Of course Jinks had told her he was a non smoker, going into detail about the personal struggle he had with quitting.
There had been other comments also, like the bit about the local marathon he had run, managing to finish in the top 20.
"They even gave me a T-shirt, it says award finisher right on the front of it." He had typed with pride.
Jinks actually did have that T-shirt, he had found it in a pile of used clothing down at Goodwill, it was enough too large that the middle fit perfectly if he didn't tuck it in.
Crystal would be on the 3:15 plane from Denver, he felt like he knew her intimately already from all of the private conversations they had.
For the last three weeks he had nearly starved himself to death, managing to lose six whole pounds of the 30 plus extra he carried on his 5' 9" frame.
That combined with lifting his bowling ball 20 times with each arm, over and over every night had snugged up his biceps.
Lord, the things he had told the woman over the internet.
"Six feet tall with sandy brown hair" He had told her. The gray was nicely covered up at the moment, the package of "Hair color for men" handled that nicely.
Just comb it in and no one will notice. It said so right on the package. Looking at himself in the truck's rear view mirror, it did look almost natural.
There was nothing he could do about the bare patch on both the front and the back, of course. Perhaps Crystal would not notice?
Jinks stubbed out his smoke, got out of his truck and headed for the baggage claim area. He could see the steady stream of jets coming in and taking off. Looking up, he spotted the big Southwest flight coming in.
That was probably her flight, his heart leaped in his chest.
Lord, the things he had told her, some of it was true but there was so much that went back and forth he was having quite a time remembering it all.
"5'5", 130 pounds, 34 years old with short blond hair, wearing a black skirt and light blue blouse."
That was what he was looking for. Hell, he was already getting a woodie in anticipation.
Jinks began looking over the solid stream of people arriving, even though the plane was probably not yet unloading.
He took an overly deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. Talking to an anonymous person intimately from a huge distance was one thing, face to face was completely different.
But he had never seen her face, she always claimed she was far too shy. Jinks had never let her see his face either, the detailed descriptions he had sent her about how he looked a bit like a "younger Clint Eastwood" didn't exactly fit, even when he tried to scowl.
Besides, it was the internet, one can never be too careful.
Man, strange nookie? It had been years, in fact Jinks could not even remember the last time he got laid by his own wife.
His wife Sally lost interest ages ago, now all she ever did was go to her meetings, something about starving kids in Haiti or some BS like that.
So this was her fault, if she would just spread her legs once in awhile, he wouldn't be out looking.
The damned change of life, she at first just sat around with a sad look on her face most of the time, then she had taken to wearing those thick ugly pajamas to bed, pushing his hands away when he reached for her.
Finding the naughty websites was like a godsend, he never had any plans to actually do anything, but here he was.
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Jeanie looked out the window as the plane made the last turn before coming in low over the city of Reno.
She almost did not believe that she was doing this, her husband Frank had at first been very mad when he caught her sending private messages back and forth with the anonymous man called Jinks.
How he found out, she wasn't sure. She thought she had cleared the history but obviously she must have missed signing out of her private account.
"How fucking long has this shit been going on?" He had raged at her. For a brief moment she had thought he was going to hit her, but he never had and didn't this time.
Instead, he yelled, that was almost worse.
"I'm sorry honey, it was just flirting, we never really did anything." Jeanie had broken down into tears.
The truth was that she really did not know why she was flirting, doing sexy things with some strange man that she would never meet.
It made her feel alive, wanted and it had been a very long time since any man had really even taken a second look at her.
She rationalized all of what she was doing as being only talk, some sexy photos back and forth. That wasn't cheating, not really.
Besides, Frank acted like it was a damned chore to give her a little night time loving, and he absolutely refused to get down there and lick her.
It wasn't physical, Frank was such a good looking man and he kept himself in nice shape. But he had slowed way down in the sex department and never showed any real imagination at all.
She had been worried that he did not care about her, and her life had fallen completely into a rut.
Finally she had been forced to report to those private times in the bathroom, she had that little shampoo bottle that looked just like a penis, right down to the top of it.
Frank just was not showing any interest in her, and for some reason she was at a point in her life where sex was on her mind most of the time.
But now he was getting all insanely jealous over some innocent teasing?
She was very careful about showing herself as being mildly tickled at his reaction, it meant perhaps he did care?
Finally after Frank had returned to his more normal calm manner, they had sat down and talked.
Jeanie explained that she had done some sexy teasing, that it was all for fun and she would never really ever do anything.
"But why? Am I not enough man for you?" Frank had demanded.
She looked at him, his face was red and he had his chest all huffed up. Jeanie managed to stifle a giggle, that would just make things worse.
"You are just fine, it isn't that, not really. It's just...something different I guess."
"Is that what you want? Something different?" Frank's face became flushed again.
"No, honey, no! Of course not. It's just teasing, anonymous stuff. Like reading a naughty story or watching a movie."
It took a bit of talking, but Jeanie finally confessed that she was bored. They always did sex the same way, and always on Saturday night.
Some Saturdays even got skipped.
"I was looking for ways to..spice up things in our bedroom. For US!" She smiled.
"Spice things up? Really?" Frank asked.
"Uh huh." She told him. That wasn't really true but Frank acted like he accepted that.
There was just no...excitement? She had been worrying about her looks, getting well into her 40's was showing, even though she struggled to keep her body in reasonable shape.
Two children, now grown and off to their own lives left a huge hole in her own. Jeanie knew very well her fanny was too large, and the bulge at her tummy was going to stay no matter what she did.
Her very best feature, her breasts, were beginning to give in to the forces of gravity.
But they still looked OK, she thought, especially since her nipples were very black, and huge.
They had always been huge and she knew men liked them, because when she was dating she had allowed several to play with them and they always got excited at seeing them.
When she finally confessed about the extremely closeup photos she had sent to Jinks, Frank had changed.
He had demanded that she tell him everything, and she was afraid not to at this point.
"My God! You mean you actually sent some strange guy pictures..of your pussy?" He demanded.
But he didn't sound mad?
"Yes, I did. It made me all excited..wet. I'm sorry, honey. I won't do it again." She told her husband, reaching out and running her hand up the top of his leg.
Her fingers reached his crotch, sure enough, she felt his six inch wienie was nice and hard.
Sensing a way out, she gave him a nice little squeeze.
Then Frank lost any resemblence of control himself and grabbed her, tossing her down on the carpet. He rammed himself inside her from behind, dragging the already damp crotch of her panty aside.
That was something he had not done for at least 15 years. No long foreplay, no teasing like he always did, he was just crazily eager.
It was wonderful!
He reached around and grabbed one of her tits in each hand, shoving her bra upwards to free them, using them as hand holds to keep himself mashed up against her butt.
Just wonderful! Jeanie could not remember the last time they had fucked like that.
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From then on, any mention of what had been going on set Frank off. But she did quit going online to the naughty site, quit sending emails although she received a few from her online friend Jinks.
Frank asked every single night when he came home from work if she had, she told him the truth that she hadn't.
He almost seemed displeased at that?
It was about two weeks later when Frank suggested that maybe she could send the man some more pictures of her bare pussy.
Frank's face was flushed, Jeanie could tell he was arroused at the idea of her doing that.
That was a bit of a surprise, so that evening she emailed Jinks as her husband sat right there beside her, and she got a nearly instant reply.
"Lord, I have missed chatting with you!" Was the reply.
"We were out of town, no internet connection." She told the man.
