Synopsis: A wife finally meets and on-line friend in person who lights a long forgotten fire inside of her and opens her imagination to what could be in the face of the reality of what is and is not. This story is, of course, a work of fiction - wink wink.
Melissa couldn't believe that she was contemplating this, much less actually acting out on her desires. As she sped down the highway listening to the radio play the latest country hit, she was nervous as could be. "Who is this mystery man? I don't know him at all but I feel like I know him better than myself. Can he really be all that I think?" She was saying to herself. They had met on-line in a simple chat room. One connected with a site for erotic stories. They simply had that one common interest in mind.
Their chat was innocent enough to start with. Just a few bits about the weather and the typical "how was your day" type of conversation. A few modest photo exchanges, never showing their face and then a few more racy photos. What stuck out in her mind was of him in tight red spandex shorts. That sausage in the photo was huge, wrapping around to the side like a snake in a cage. And it was soft at the time. She can't imagine what it must look like fully erect. Her nipples began to harden just thinking about it. Their chats had gotten more erotic and more intimate. She had to know this fascinating guy.
She was a typical suburban housewife. Married for more than 15 years. She had children that she loved and a good husband. She spent her days ferrying children to and from school, practice and doctors appointments. Somewhere in the hectic pace of life she had forgotten that she was a woman. Her husband was steady. Steady job, steady romance (remembered birthdays, anniversaries, etc.) and steady love life. Sex was twice a week and lasted for 10 minutes. Hubby put on the suit everyday, drove his suburban car to an office in a row of offices and like everyone else spent his day gathering commissions and fees by convincing others that they needed something that didn't make a bit of difference in the whole wide world. He provided enough for a good life but she had to work a little on the side for the extras that the family wanted. Hubby was good to her most of the time but she had no spark and no fire in her life. She never had. He was the type of man that most women say that they want to find. Tall, dark and handsome was her husband but he talked more about golf and football than her. He cared more for business deals than her smile. She had never experienced but just read about burning desires in stories on line, where she met Titan. That is all she knew him by, just his screen name, Titan.
Titan was a few years older than her and he fascinated her immensely. He was quite a bit different than most men. He grew up as a country boy in the south but from a young age was the child genius and star athlete all rolled up in one. Academically, he wasn't just the best in his school but the best anywhere. As a young man, he won state math contests, had a perfect 36 on the ACT and got full scholarships to multiple universities. He also had state high school championships in wrestling and soccer but eventually settled on the academic route. 3 degrees later, multiple academic and professional awards, 14 patents, trips to many parts of the world and years of working on everything from missiles to cars to developing future technologies most would consider him a success. While those were things he did, those were not what he was. He would rather wear his cowboy boots and jeans than attend another black tie affair with another politician. He could debate quantum physics or teach a college calculus class but he would rather how a woman he loved and look at the stars. Not that he was single either. He had gotten married young, but to the wrong woman. She was really the only woman that he knew. Years in a high pressure graduate school and pursuit of a top-notch education had left him knowing few members of the opposite sex so he agreed to marry someone older than himself. What a mistake. She was a pretty good mom and devoutly religious but there was not fire in his life either. His wife had even dismissed sexual activity as inherently sinful. At least his $200,000 was some consolation along with getting to work on important things.
Their online friendship had started innocent but they slowly began to share their fantasies. She fantasized about a threesome but never would say if that was MMF or MFF. He still wondered. His fantasy was more tame, however, he occasionally entertained the thought of unbridled passion. He simply wanted to be wanted. The type of desire where it doesn't matter where you are, she simply says "I have to have you NOW!" Secretly, she wanted to be desired and to be lusted over and wanted a fire lit inside her as well. Fantasies turned into sharing photos and that turned into a one-time chance at a meeting.
His business brought him into town just 30 minutes from where she lived. He was only going to be there one evening for some government meeting so they agreed to meet for a drink in the hotel bar where he was staying. It was just a drink. Nothing more would happen but at least she could meet her friend and fantasy lover. She put on her conservative slacks and an oversized tacky Christmas sweater and announced to her family that she was headed out to her book club's Christmas party. In her hand was a neatly wrapped present for the party.
Once down the road, she pulled over, jumped in the backseat and began to open the present. Inside was her attire for the meeting. She was so excited when she looked in the box. On top was a tight, very short dress, lace push-up bra, and thin pink thong panties along with a set of ankle strap heels that made her calves look sexy. She changed quickly but decided to forgo the bra. Why not add a little more temptation. After all, she was tempting a fantasy.
She sped down the highway feeling her nipple begin to harden as her mind played out the fantasies. She almost missed the exit but took it just in time. Ahead on the right was the hotel where he was staying just as she thought it would be. She had passed it many times but had never been inside.
She pulled into the parking lot, about 10 minutes early and thought she would get to the bar ahead of him. She took one last look in the mirror, straightened her make up. Would he like her or was this just her imagination? She didn't like her appearance and had always thought that men would not find her attractive. Her hair was brown with only a hint of auburn. Her breasts were a small "B" and her body had born children. Certainly no one would be attracted to her. Little did she know, as she walked in, he had instantly recognized her. What a lovely, tempting, sexual and yet romantic sight she was. Her legs took his breath away. Her nipples seemed to summon him and her lips were so inviting.
He recognized her before she recognized him. He walked over with one hand behind his back, put a finger to his lips and said "Shhhh". He then shocked her by moving close and putting one soft kiss right on her lips. Sweet, but not erotic. He was looking good wearing jeans and cowboy boots, just like he said. A checked button up shirt buttoned but not tucked and a day old scruffy beard. Unlike most guys his age, there was no thinning of the hair and his long blond locks looked more like they belonged on a surfer boy (which is another activity he enjoyed) than on a scientist. After their first kiss, from behind his back, he produced a lovely bouquet of red roses. "Just for you", he beamed. He was only 5'9" or 5'10" but who cares after a greeting like that.
He escorted her to a corner booth where he already had a bottle of champagne on ice and two glasses. During the next hour, they laughed and told stories about their childhood. She learned that his name was Mike and could get lost listening to his stories in that sweet southern accent. He complimented her on her outfit and told her that she was the most gorgeous, sexy and tempting woman that he had ever seen. She felt as if she had known him all her life. She slid over next to him and placed her hand on his thigh. This is the date that she had wanted all her life and didn't even know that she wanted it. He placed his hand on her left thigh as he looked deep in her eyes, not just seeing the beautiful hazel color but looking right through into her soul. A fire was burning in her that she never knew was there. He kissed her neck and playfully nibbled on her ear sending shivers up her spine.
Turning her head toward his lips, they kissed, long and passionate and the fire in both of them began to burn hotter and brighter. As they finished the last of the champagne, they got up and decided to take a stroll through the hotel atrium. Hand in hand they strolled and then soon arm in arm. As they reached the corner of the atrium, he spun her around giving her a long, deep, passionate kiss. She pressed her body against his, feeling a bulge pressing into her hip. She wanted so bad to throw her legs around him but the conservative suburban mom was fighting that urge. She had felt more wanted, more desired, more loved, more appreciated and more turned on in the last hour and a half than she had ever in her life.
