The darkening skies signaled the end of the day. As evening set in and the night came on, Rose felt the longing again. She tried to keep busy. She cleaned the house, washed the dishes. There was simply no escape from the growing desire in her body. The television did its best to hold her mind. Alone in a house seldom filled with passion, she spent days waiting for his return.
The object of her desire spent his days alone too. Each day filled with the next grueling task, John's hands and mind were always busy. He could stand the days without concern. The oil rig for which he worked was a dangerous place. Only steady determination and a will to keep one's mind on task avoided injury or worse. The smell of Rose and the touch of her skin only seeped into his world at night. Nights were all too different from the days.
Back home, Rose spent her nights in a similar fashion. The dream came and went. The feelings it brought were always the same. The heat. The all powerful arms around her. She knows they are dreams, only they are too real. She can feel his breath on her skin. The touch of his hands on her body are more than she can endure. The evidence in her soaked panties reveals the need building inside of her. Only the touch of a man can stop the torment in her body. Granted, the two small children keep her busy. But they are not a substitute for the arms of a man and the feeling of release she craves. If not for these two reminders of her love, she may well give in and look for consolation elsewhere. But she loves John and would never betray his trust, consciously.
The internet was a wonderful way to keep in touch. Each night at 8;00p.m. Rose and John would meet online. They would talk, passing on the usual information husbands and wives share. Maria got another tooth, Little Johnnie was in trouble at school today. The conversations were normal and helped each to feel closer to the other. Until his 15 minutes were up. The company was happy to help employees stay in touch at home, but only for 15 minutes per day. After that, Rose was left with a blank screen where her husband had been. She began to look around more after each visit. It wasn't long before she started to converse regularly with several other people who were always there. She joked and had fun. It was nice to have someone to "talk"to on a regular basis. She even confided to one friend her predicament. This lady's help started a series of events worthy of telling.
Some one named marge22 gave Rose an address to "help" her with her feelings and to get some self applied relief. The stories were a totally new experience for young Rose. She had read romance novels in the past, but wow, this was more. The tales of sex and sexuality were enough to bring her out of a shell. She became a regular here as well. She even noticed that some of her favorite stories were by one author. Just for kicks, she sent off several messages to tell the unknown author how much she enjoyed the work.
She soon learned to lose more of her initial fear and secrecy as they conversed freely. Asking if he could write a story for her was a simple joke one evening. Of course he promised to try. He would need some information though, and she must be honest. He wanted to know many personal facts. These would be his basis of information to cull a story from. So she passed on her vitally important information- height, weight, bust, hair, eyes, hips, favorite positions, etc. once satisfied he had what he needed, he promised to get down to work as soon as possible. Little did she know just how important the information was to become. The two new friends conversed regularly. Soon the two began to have cybersex and Rose was hooked. She could not believe how quickly she could orgasm under his guidance. It seemed all he had to do was tell her he was there and touching her, and the waves began to roll.
This went on for a couple months. The chatting, the cybersex, the incredible orgasms alone in her bedroom. One night he asked if she would like to do this live instead of online. Rose did not know what to say. She loved John with all her heart, but her body craved a man. She explained she couldn't willingly betray her marriage. He had an idea. He could sneak into the house, and attack her. Taking her by force, she could remain true to her vows and convictions. All Rose had to do, aside from giving him directions and an address, was leave the back door unlocked. He could take care of the rest. It took her three nights to respond. When she did it was a simple message- Thursday night, listed address, kids will not be home, I will be online waiting. The stage was set.
The appointed evening came and found Rose stationed at her computer. She had left the back door open as requested. All over her body tingled with anticipation. Again and again she tried to send a message to her author friend- no response. She did not hear the back door close, and lock. As she sat typing a response to a lady from nowhere, a hand closed around her mouth. Before she could react, her hands were caught by one strong hand. "Don't be alarmed and don't make a sound Rose and I will not hurt you,"was all she heard.
The hand on her mouth relaxed and she took a breath. The unseen hand quickly produced and applied handcuffs to her wrists. Next a blindfold covered her eyes. She was a captive. The voice began again, "you are more beautiful than I imagined my dear. We are going to have such fun together."
