I should not have gone there. I should have never gone to that damn website but it was a really long, boring morning. Monday's are like that. I was bored and just followed the links.
I'd been with the accounting firm since college but that was almost 30 years ago. In my position, mid to upper management, there really wasn't a whole lot to do on a daily basis.
We were a mid size firm, not the biggest in town but definitely more than a one-man shop. It was late September and I was just sitting in my office, bored out of my mind.
As I said, college was 30 years ago and I had been married to Margaret the last 29 of them. She was a good woman and I loved her dearly. She had done a great job raising our two kids and always had a warm dinner for me when I got home.
But like most relationships, ours had gotten, hmmm, stale. Old, predictable, there weren't a lot of surprises with Margaret.
There also wasn't a lot of sex. Once or twice a month, whether she wanted to or not. Lights off, missionary position, hike up the flannel nightie, let me do the deed, and off to sleep 5 minutes later.
Needless to say, I was a little bored with our sex life. That's why I started surfing those websites in the first place. Nothing more than just a little harmless looking. Visual stimulation, something to fantasize about as Margaret succumbed to her wifely duty.
Well, this particular day, I followed a link that led me to one of those amateur websites. For whatever reason, normal, average, everyday people would put pictures of themselves on the site.
Women in lingerie or various stages of undress. Couples. Action photos, with or without partners. You get the idea.
Well, most of the people had their faces blacked out, which was fine with me. After all, this was an amateur site, not those beautiful people you see in porn.
The site advertised that if you paid a small membership fee, you could see much more suggestive and revealing photos of the man or woman who struck your fancy.
Well, being bored, I decided, what the hell? It was only a few bucks and since I paid the bills, Margaret would never find out.
I spent that morning looking at this woman and that woman. All kinds, tall, short, older, younger, brunette, red heads, blondes. However, they all had one thing in common – big boobs.
Margaret, of course, is rather flat-chested. Not that there's anything wrong with that. I had been attracted to her when we were younger but, I did not have much experience with women and certainly have never been with one who was well endowed.
You always want what you don't have, right? So, I spent the morning looking at all of these big tits, getting hornier by the minute. Just a little harmless fantasizing.
There was one particular woman who drove me crazy. She looked like she was on the shorter side, dark, almost black hair, and no more than 24 years old. She called herself Vandon69 and she was the woman of my fantasies.
From my earliest days, I had always been attracted to fuller-figured women. Not fat or chunky or chubby. Back in the day, they were called 'Rubenesque.' Women with curves and Vandon69 had curves.
Her breasts were big and full. Perfectly round and completely natural, no boob job for Vandon69. That poor girl was definitely going to have back problems when she got older.
Her belly wasn't flat but it wasn't fat either. Her hips were full too. The quintessential hourglass figure, capped off with the roundest ass I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Perfect, just perfect!
Her face remained hidden, either completely blacked out or blurred by photoshopping. Sometimes it was only her eyes, but it was always enough to not know exactly what she looked like.
Her skin was soft and smooth looking and she had the fullest set of pouty lips any woman could ask for. Nothing much to measure her height by, but in my mind she was barely 5'-0" tall.
Vandon69 was different. Nothing raunchy or vulgar about her pictures. Each one was tastefully done, almost artistic in their quality. I looked at every one of her pictures.
She loved lingerie as most everything she wore was shear and see-through. Black, white, purple, red, baby-blue, she had quite the collection.
Bra's so thin and shear they looked like they'd tear under the weight of her massive breasts. Thongs and g-strings that dove and disappeared between those two perfectly round ass cheeks.
Silk stockings on shapely legs as they stood perilously in those high heels. Garter belts, corsets, silk robes, baby-doll nighties, shear teddy's. Even a few pictures of her in nurse and police woman costumes, and always, her full lips painted with the wettest shade of red known to man.
Only a few totally nude pics and they were absolutely incredible. Her nipples were hard, perfect little nubs that sat atop those huge tits. The tiniest of landing strips dove between her silky thighs.
Ogling Vandon69's body in those pics gave me the stiffest erection. Right there, in my loose suit pants, poking obscenely up under my desk, my cock throbbed as I looked at that young girl's body.
My cock throbbed like it hasn't in years. Her body stirred a lust in me I have never felt. It was all I could do not to unbuckle my pants and jerk off right there in my office.
I looked at all of her pictures and when I was done, I'd look at the next girl and then the next. It never failed. I always found my way back to Vandon69.
I stared at each of her pics, studying, memorizing her body, each delicious curve burned into my mind. And that's when I saw it.
There. That one picture taken in the bathroom. Vandon69 had forgotten that mirrors reflect and she had neglected to blackout her face in that reflection. I knew that girl!
Vandon69 was Vivian Anderson. She had worked for the firm now for a little over a year. She was one of my accountants.
I was stunned. I had seen Vivian, or Ms. Anderson as I called her, now for over a year and I never noticed her before. She dressed very conservatively in loose business attire. A jacket over a blouse, with a long, flowing skirt that never got as high as her knees.
Her hair was always done up, never shoulder length and free like in her pictures. In the office, her make-up was always minimal, almost non-existent. She even wore those stereotypical librarian glasses!
She always struck me as, you know, kind of plain. Frumpy, old before her time. In those loose clothes, I always figured she was overweight. Her jackets and blouses kind of hung on her and I never, ever noticed her breasts.
I never noticed her, period. At least, not until this morning. Now I had a face and name to go along with that body. Then, I noticed something else.
At the top of the page was a tab that said "Bio." I made the mistake of opening it. Vivian, I mean Vandon69, described herself as "slightly submissive" and "curious" about "older men."
Now, I'm not into whips and chains and that kind of thing. At least, I've never done that and certainly never would with Margaret, but, to be honest, the whole handcuffs and restraints sounds like it would be fun.
I then noticed that the website offered chat with its on-line members. And Vandon69 was on-line. Right now. Here, in the office. Apparently she liked to chat as well as work during the day.
My cock ached with the thought of that young girl, her delicious body on display in those incredible pictures, talking sex with anonymous men here at work. I sat at my desk and wondered if she was as aroused as I was.
I quickly made a profile as a member at the website. Of course, I did not have any pictures to offer but my profile was accurate.
It read, "52 year old male, married, new to the site and looking to explore with a slightly submissive, younger female." I gave myself the screen name 'JadedDragon.'
I was honest and thought I'd take a chance. After all, this was all still pretty harmless fantasizing. Just a few images and role plays I could use when I was with Margaret.
I sent an instant message to Vivian: Vandon69, Love your pics. Your body looks incredible. You are by far the sexiest woman here. You've given me quite the hard on.
I hit the send button and waited, my heart racing and my cock throbbing in anticipation. 30 seconds turned into a minute, then two. Finally, almost ten minutes later she replied: Thanks Jaded.
Well, that was fairly anti-climatic but it was at least a start. I pressed on and told her I read her bio. The messages started coming quicker as we chatted back and forth. After a good 40 minutes of innocuous banter, our conversation turned more sexual.
