It had been a long time since his favourite chat room had been shut down, and he hadn't liked the way the messenger element had changed over the years either, so Tony's internet persona had been nonexistent for years. In the old days he'd been all kinds of things, from pilots to plumbers, sailors to sorcerers and teachers to time hoppers. These days though he was just a bricklayer. A husband, a father and a bricklayer.
Technology had come a long way since his old chat days and he decided it was time to explore the cyber world once again. So with that on his mind, when Sarah, his wife, told him she'd be out most of the morning and then cooking dinner in the afternoon, Tony decided the time was right. After finishing his full English breakfast, he tidied away his plate and called upstairs to his kids.
"I'll be in the den! Phone me if you need anything!"
He got the usual replies from his 18 year old son and daughter. A grunt from Adam and a disinterested "Kay!" from Eve. He shook his head with a smile as he gazed at a photograph of them all on the wall from the day they were born and he remembered the arguments he'd had with his beautiful wife over their names. Just how she just couldn't see how inappropriate it was to name a brother and sister Adam and Eve, still shocked him.
As he walked along the wall he stared nostalgically at the various holiday snaps that had made their way to the wall over the years and he lingered on the most recent from their trip to Portugal earlier that year. His kids had looked like identical twins until puberty, Adam always being confused as a girl, and even now from behind it could be difficult to tell the two apart.
"That hip to waist ratio has no place on a boy." Tony chuckled to himself.
From the neck up, they were still hard to tell apart from the front, too. Full lips, cute little noses, big eyes and long lashes. They even had long wavy hair that came down to the middle of their backs, albeit normally worn in different styles. That was where the similarities ended. Adam was a terribly angry young man - possibly due to a lifetime of being confused for a girl and being treated like a delicate flower, something made all the worse by his sister mothering him constantly. This had caused him to try and sculpt his body to match his dad's. To "beef up" as it were.
As for Eve, her chest had exploded into these two huge globes. Just where in the gene pool they'd come from, nobody knew. Tony's sisters and all their ancestors had been notoriously flat of chest and Sarah's B cup's were the largest of her entire family. Tony shuddered to thing what cup size Eve was and shook his head at the thought of all the future problems those pillows could cause her.
Banishing such sensible thoughts from his mind, he got back on task and strolled out to what he called, "the den." It was the top of their double garage, built initially to be a granny annex to house his grandmother in her old age, but had since become more of a game room with its own en-suite and modest kitchen when his grandmother pointed out that having her live upstairs was an accident waiting to happen. Very wise, Tony's grandmother.
Tony climbed the steep steps and stepped into the room. All sorts of gaming consoles and their various extra attachments - from the Virtual Reality headsets to the unused golf simulator - were strewn around the room, ready to be used, but Tony was headed for the PC. He fired it up, signed in and started searching for sites with chat rooms.
He drifted from room to room, site to site, and found a few that really reminded him of the old days. He chatted to all kinds of people and sometimes pretended to be a much more interesting person than he was. In one of the more adult themed rooms he even pretended to be in the sex trafficking industry, but soon found that there were a lot more perverted men and women out there than him and abandoned that persona and that site completely.
He quickly made some new friends and one woman in particular seemed to pop up in multiple places, always using a similar screen name; HoneyPot99.
They really seemed to gel well together and if he avoided sending her a private message - he didn't want to seem like a stalker after all - she'd soon send him a message. Whatever screen name he chose, she would be able to tell after a few minutes that it was him, but she wouldn't say what gave it away.
When noon came, he excused himself and went back into the house. In the kitchen, reaching up to a top shelf in a cupboard, his lovely wife was preparing a light lunch. He stepped up to her, placed his hands on her narrow waist and kissed her neck.
"Hey there, hot legs. How was your morning?"
She writhed under his touch and turned around to face him, wrapping her arms around his neck in the process. "It was fun, actually. Never would've thought a book club would really be my thing, but I really enjoyed it." They shared a kiss and stared into each other's eyes.
"Will you be going every week then?" Tony tried to look like he was trying not to look too disappointed, when he was really thinking of more conversations with Honey Pot. Sarah wasn't fooled for a minute and nodded enthusiastically in response.
"Yeah. Gives you a chance to catch up on all that gaming you've been missing out on, right?"
Tony laughed, gave her another kiss and reached up for the jar of Marmite Sarah had been reaching for. He plucked it from the shelf and placed it on the worktop. "I don't know how you two can eat that stuff." He shuddered and walked over to the fridge.
"I don't understand why you and Eve don't like it." She opened the lid and dug a knife into it.
"Like they say, you either love it or hate it I guess." Tony found the pack of sausage rolls he was looking for, stuffed them under his arm and swigged some milk straight from the carton, much to Sarah's displeasure.
"Tony! That's disgusting, other people need to use that milk."
There was noise on the stairs and Tony decided to make good his escape while Sarah was distracted. He shut the fridge door and scarpered back out across the garden to the annex. Moments later he was collecting a beer from the fridge in the den and plonking himself down on the big comfy bean bag to enjoy his sausage rolls.
Happy with his feed, he retrieved another beer from the fridge and parked himself in front of the PC once again, just in time to see Honey Pot type the word "back" underneath where she'd typed "afk" a few minutes before. Tony typed back that he'd just returned as well and they continued chatting about their likes, dislikes and everyday lives just like they had all morning.
A few hours later the subject suddenly turned to sex when Tony mentioned his upcoming anniversary and Honey Pot asked how things were still exciting in the bedroom after nearly 20 years of marriage. Tony desperately loved his wife and couldn't help but describe the latest bedroom experiments his they'd been trying out. Honey Pot was in awe of his tales of bondage, domination and humiliation in an ordinary household - even more so when he said how they tried it all both ways around. Despite all the experimenting though, Tony concluded that so far his favourite was still a long, slow hump. Honey Pot agreed in the most part, but confessed that she wasn't exactly adverse to a little back door action.
"I hope you don't mind me telling you, but I've got a massive hard on right now." Tony typed as he rearranged himself in his shorts. This woman sounded like she has a dynamite figure and the idea she liked it up the bum ticked a naughty little box in his mind.
"You mean haven't been playing this whole time?" Honey Pot replied with a sad smiley face at the end. "I have been since you described your body to me this morning."
Tony felt a strange pang of guilt and typed almost reflexively, "I thought it'd be rude to. Kind of like I was taking advantage." He spammed his forehead with his palm and spoke out loud to himself, "What the hell am I saying to this woman?"
Fortunately, Honey Pot saw the funny side and put up a laughing smiley, then sent him a link. Suddenly dubious, Tony studied the link before clicking it, wondering it had all been an elaborate plan to get his PC infested with Viruses. Honey Pot, having expected to get a response to the link by now, typed "what do you think?" and Tony quickly clicked the link.
What he saw was the most beautiful close up of a ladies shaved groin he'd ever seen. Legs spread wide and with one hand spreading those lips apart, Tony couldn't help but grab his erection and massage the length. He was just admiring the tiny mole just at the top of her thigh when a sound told him that Honey Pot had sent another message. He quickly clicked back to the chat and answered her "you there" query.
"That is one delicious looking pussy, Honey! Wow! Is that you?" He clicked back to the image and whistled to himself. "Mighty fine indeed." He said as he freed himself from the restraints of his shorts and underwear so he could better appreciate the view. A little noise sounded and he clicked back.
"Yeah. I can prove it if you like? Say a word and I'll take another one with that word written on my thigh."
Tony couldn't believe that it was really her, but the fantasy was certainly hot so he played along. In his haste he mistyped the words "pink lips" as "pnikl ips," but then thought that it would be highly unlikely that a stock photograph would have such a misspelling so left it.
A few seconds later Honey Pot posted another link. Tony clicked it without hesitation and there she was. It was the same pussy - Though this time with one finger plunged into it - with the same tartan duvet just in shot, the words "PNIKL IPS" written very neatly on her thigh.
"Holy hell," Tony Typed "I would risk my marriage for a single taste of your enchanting waters, babe! Seriously."
"Thanks, sweetie. I'd love to see what you're packing."
Tony scrambled to his feet and dived at the box he kept all the assorted leads and accessories for various things and found his webcam and conveniently, a Sharpie pen. He typed "1 sec" and received an "ok" as he was plugging it in and setting it up.
"I've got a pen. Anything you want me to write on it?" Tony laughed at the silliness of it all and continued to stroke his shaft. He was quite proud of his penis. It had a good girth that was consistent along the whole shaft which was itself 6 inches long and capped with a further inch of helmet. He was no porn star, but he liked it and his wife certainly enjoyed it too.
"How about... the alphabet?" Honey Pot typed somewhat hopefully.
