4 comments/ 18234 views/ 2 favorites She's Surviving at Home By: me_akron I'm sitting here as I usually do three or four nights a week. Sometimes in the recliner sometimes the easy chair. The light is better at the recliner and I have a book in my lap. I'm staring at it but I'm not reading anyway. I drift between questioning and fantasy but sometimes just thinking. The TV is on blaring some game or other but I hate sports usually. It's a week night but wouldn't matter because my days and nights seldom change much when I'm here. I mean I have had responsibilities to the family and to the kids although they are nearly grown. I have had errands that are necessary and weekly groceries. I do some woman's things like sewing and knitting, crafts, cleaning and gardening but I seldom enjoy them. They are merely occupying my hands not my mind. The kids are gone most of the time anymore... anyplace and everyplace. One drives and the other could have a year ago but has never gotten a license. They're good active kids and quite social. They have a lot of interests and yet I've been fortunate that alcohol and drugs are not their interests. I could work easily enough with an associate degree from years ago and I'd love to work. Why don't I? Same reason the game is on instead of something more interesting. Same reason I'm just sitting here night after night. The same reason I've been so bored with it all. My husband! He's over on the couch asleep but if I change the channel his eyes pop open and he announces that he's watching the game; snoring as he watches with his eyes closed. We don't have many friends because he doesn't like to "Get all dressed up" after work. He's a good provider and a loving father and he used to be a pretty good lover. However as the years have passed he's gotten into a routine that's comfortable... for him. He gets up shaves, showers, dresses and has a brief breakfast before heading to work. Usually he forgets to kiss me goodbye and when he does remember it's that hasty old proverb on the cheek. The kids are off a few minutes later and I'm left alone. Sex happens here only when he's in the mood which is about every two or three months... the ninety second man... and so husbandly sex has lost all its appeal to me. My libido is more than strong and I think stronger than when we married. A few years back I resorted to that thing that was around before I knew about boys or marriage. When I started again my fingers served still me well for a couple of years and then one day I was talking to an old girl friend that I'd known in High School. She was always deep into sex and still is. She asked me how my life was going and when I said okay she wanted more. She meant my sex life. I almost laughed and I did giggle. Without coming right out and saying that there wasn't any except myself I think she understood. She isn't married now but was for about ten years and she's told me stories she'd experienced, almost like my own, with her ex. She asked what kind of vibrator I used and I was embarrassed to admit that I didn't even have one, but she'd gotten me thinking. Our Anniversary was only a month away and so I determined that if he forgot it again that I would take some cash out of the household budget and buy one. The time came and went with out remembrance by him. Two months later things had gotten so bad and I was in such need that as I walked by a store in a small mall at the other edge of town I stopped in. I had no idea what to buy and some guy kept asking me if he could help. Finally in exasperation I asked if there was a woman clerk and he steamed off and sent one over. She made a recommendation and without looking further I bought it. It was the experience I'd been looking for and I became deft at using it... even so it wasn't the same. I keep it hidden from the kids and my husband in a place where it would take a forensic investigating team years to find... it's hidden under my slips in the second drawer. The vibrator was okay for a couple of years and I even managed a recharger with batteries that worked better and seemed to give it more energy... it felt good. But I've been getting more and more neglected or at least I feel that I have been and I've become restless. I moved the computer to a desk in an alcove where I can see the couch and hear the kids if they come in. In the daytime afterwards I started playing with it... and I downloaded a messenger program and played with an online social group for awhile. It was fun but not what I was looking for I guess. I visited a few free porn sites where I was temporarily shocked to see real porn. I'd heard of it but never seen it before. It was arousing but I felt guilty. I even found a few people's individual sites both guy's and gal's. Not together but their own sites. They were grouped in the adult section of the Messenger site. There I got an education and an eyeful. Guys would do everything and show anything and the gals were almost the same. Perhaps this is where my 'satisfaction' began to plummet. I saw guys of every age and physique... and equipment. I flirted some and didn't give my age. I got a lot of free 'shows' of guys and they wrote or talked to me about everything. In a very few weeks I got a really full education of what other guys are like both physically and almost personally. Guys of every age propositioned me and told me what they wanted to do to me and with me and have me do with them. I followed the gal's threads too and found that many women are sexually active all the time and that mate dissatisfaction is pretty widespread. I learned more about sex and common practices in those weeks than in my previous entire life... and I was horny. One day I brought out my vibrator and turned on the computer. I found a guy I'd only talked to before and now he wanted to get undressed for me. I wasn't sure but when he turned on his web camera and invited me to watch... I yielded. He started doing a slow male striptease for me and he must have been about thirty I guessed and found out later he was thirty-two. He did pushups and I watched his muscles tighten and he did sit-ups and I watched his abs tighten and he was only wearing briefs and I could tell he was hard beneath them. I asked for a minute and he asked me to turn on my camera, too. I didn't have one I told him and he was disappointed but sat down and waited. I got up and undressed... I mean everything came off. I sat back down, leaned back and played with my nipples and rubbed my breasts until I started to feel better... and all the time I watched him sitting and waiting... moving occasionally. Finally I picked up my toy and posititioned it and then told him I was back. He stood and did a few things and asked what I wanted him to do. My mouth was dry when I whispered I'd like him to remove his briefs. He asked twice... teasing me... before he did. He put his thumbs in the elastic and slowly pushed them down. He was very slow... but my vibrator wasn't. I had it on and was buzzing my clit when I first saw his head emerging at the top... and then slowly the shaft appeared and finally a nice patch of dark hair. He was aroused... and huge. He was sticking straight out... maybe up just a bit... and I could see his balls and that pink velvet pouch and my body was screaming for more. He asked again and this time I whispered that I wanted to see him touch it. He pointed at it and I croaked yes. He put his fingers under the head and began teasing it up and down before circling the head with his fingers. His head was huge and purple and I couldn't talk as I worked. My breasts and nipples... my tummy and my ass... everything was concentrating at my pussy. Finally he had it in his hand... a firm grip and he asked what I was doing. I stuttered and finally he told me to admit that I was playing with myself. Next he shouted... demanding that I admit it... and I did. After that it actually became easier to talk to him and ask and tell. I told him that I'd like to watch him masturbate and he asked if I would do it with him. I did and I climaxed time and again as he touched and stroked. It was magnificent... and I could speak the word cock without stuttering... the first time out loud in my life. I told him I wanted to see him cum and he said he would but he wanted to get something to catch it in. I begged him not to... I wanted to see it come out... actually see him cum. I wanted it on his stomach and his hand and every place else it would go. He was on the bed lying with a pillow under one side of his back so that he was facing the camera a little and he was smiling at the camera. I was mesmerized. My hubby would never do this for me. I was working at stroking that vibrator in and out as fast as he was. I had turned off the vibrator and was using it as a dildo... imagining it was his cock. My fantasy was perfect and as I willed and begged him to cum... he did. His cock spurted and stopped and did it again and again. The camera wasn't fast enough to see it moving but I could see the white path as it left and the splash as it landed and then see it running off him in little streams. It was the most erotic thing I'd seen in my life I think... and he did it when I'd asked him to. After that I started taking guys up on their solo performances and each time I talked them through it. It became easy to talk to them and easy to get them to do anything I wanted. I asked what they wanted done to them and what they enjoyed seeing and asked them to describe or show me everything about themselves. Guys asked me to meet them and give them a BJ and I found that BJ meant blowjob. They asked me to suck their cock... and finally I asked one guy the difference sucking and a BJ and he laughed and told me they were the same thing... unless I wanted to blow-dry his cock after I'd wet it in my throat. I started asking them what they wanted in a BJ... what felt good... what a gal should do to 'get them off' and they told me. One day a guy told me to put my toy in my mouth and practice. Finally I agreed and told him that after using it I had to go wash it. He told me not to... but to taste it just the way it was. I wouldn't... at first. But when I asked another guy he told me the same thing. They told me that a gal could taste delicious to them. Finally I used my fingers and tasted just a little. It wasn't bad... and so I did suck the toy. I practiced with the toy... turning and stroking and sucking. I even practiced until I could get it part way down my throat. After all this... or in the middle of it... I waited one night for hubby to get to sleep... and then slowly I moved over and touched him. He only snored a little louder and finally I held him and he got rigid... but still asleep. Finally I positioned myself stroked him and guided my lips down over it. It was only a minute and he was moaning and then his hand was in my hair and he was moving his hands and arms and his ass was bucking as he stroked me. I took him as deep as I could and teased his head and suddenly he was awake and screaming my name. Just as suddenly it was over. He filled my mouth and I did what people had been telling me... I swallowed it all. When I got through and cleaned him... he insisted on knowing where I'd learned that. I told him that I hadn't learned... I had been reading. That part was true because I'd bought several cheap Harlequin books and so I showed him where one of the scenes told how the gal did it. He was calmed but wasn't sure that I should be doing it. I asked if he liked it and he admitted that he did. Still he wasn't sure we should. So I stopped as quickly as I'd started. Now though I'd had the taste of a man's cum in my mouth and I kind of liked it. I also liked being in control and having him lose control. I wanted more yet. Guys had been complaining because I wouldn't turn on my web cam and wouldn't believe that I didn't have one. So one day I decided that I'd save up and get one. I made some hand-machine knitted craft items and advertised them in the Pennysaver. Several people called about them and several wanted to see them. I didn't want to have people in and out of the house or knowing where I live so I agreed to come to their place and show them but only to women. Also, I actually sold several items I'd made a few years before and many of the new ones... and soon I had enough money for a good web cam. I actually had enough for a digital camera but that may come later. Quietly I practiced until I knew how to use the camera and kept it hidden when I wasn't using it. I met a particularly appealing guy one day and he gave me a show and I watched. I'd seen enough gal shows to know what they did for the camera and I'd practiced. I didn't ask the guy to cum for me... just show me. I had been watching almost an hour when he finally asked me to turn on my camera. I'd waited and hoped and it was my turn now. I had showered and put on my sexiest outfit and makeup. And even though I was nervous, I wanted to see his reaction to me... the first time I'd ever done this thing and he was thousands of miles away and didn't know me. I felt safe. I insisted that he leave his camera on and sit where I could see his face and his cock... and then I turned on my camera and waited for him to acknowledge. When he did there was a slow whistle and he approved. He asked to see more and I asked what he wanted to see. He told me and then I told him that I wasn't sure I could. I was teasing making him think he'd talk me into it. I told him that I'd never done anything like that ever before... not even for my husband. He smiled and said that I would do it for him though. I told him that he'd have to tell me what to do... and I might not do it all. He started talking while I paid close attention to how I affected him. I was close to the camera and all he could see was my face from the chin upwards. He asked me to lower the camera and keep my face there, too. He asked who else was watching. I paused and then told him that I wasn't doing this for anyone else as I lowered it to see from my waist up. He asked me to take off my blouse and I waited for a minute while he kept talking and then I reached up and unbuttoned it slowly. He was praising me and telling how good I looked... but he was talking not touching. Slowly I opened it and he could see the strapless I was wearing. He told me to take it completely off and I finally did. Again he was saying how full my breasts were and how much he wanted to see them. I asked what he wanted to see and he described everything and asked me to take off the bra. I told him how big a step this was... and maybe we should wait until next time. He begged me to continue... but he still wasn't touching himself. Slowly I opened the front clasp and let it come partly open and he could see the cleavage and the soft mound at the top of each cup. He was begging me and urging me to continue and finally I lowered the bra more and then more and he kept talking. I told him that he was making me into a bad girl and he told me that I wanted to be a bad girl. When he said it I started to close the bra again and he apologized and explained that he only meant that he thought every gal wanted to know how much a guy liked her body. I relented slowly and then told him in a mad moment that I may as well do it and threw the bra away. His mouth dropped open and his tongue circled and finally I got what I was after. His hands were around his cock and he was holding. I asked if he was satisfied and now he was having trouble talking as he muttered yes again and again. I sat and watched... my naked breasts in full view and close to the camera. Finally he got his voice again and asked me to use one finger and tease a nipple. I put both hands up and used my index fingers to circle both nipples at the same time. His cock was huge and he was still only holding as I asked if this is what he meant. I could tell that he'd almost lost it. His hands were so tight around his cock that it was deep purple. I mentioned it and he glanced down and then began a slow stroking. He wanted me to push back away from the camera. and let him see my skirt or pants. I told him I was in a skirt and then he wanted to see it. I slid the chair backwards until he could see just below my knees. He was panting and nearly out of breath as he asked me to let him see my legs by raising the skirt. I pulled the hem up into my lap and wedged it between my upper thighs. He told me how great my legs were and I told him how great I thought his cock was. He smiled and glowed with satisfaction as he held it up and then cupped his balls and brought them nearer the camera. I suppose the two of us were a bit like children first playing with each other except that I was in charge and it felt good. I felt that he'd do anything for me and although I would drag it out to lengthen his anticipation I was willing to do almost anything on camera for him. He asked me to see my panties and I smiled and told him that I wasn't wearing any. I knew he would misunderstand and he choked as he asked if I would take my skirt off. I asked him why and what he expected to see and he told me. I thought about it and then put my hands to the side zipper and opened it. I deliberately remained seated while I raised my hips by arching my back and I slid the skirt below me and put it on the bed. He brought his face close and reminded me that I told him I wasn't wearing panties. I smiled and told him that this was a thong. He smiled back and his cock seemed to be feeling better because it surely looked better as he resumed his efforts. I was now entirely nude except for the thong and I felt freedom almost as I thrilled watching him and waiting for his next request. I rubbed my tummy and my thigh as I yearned to proceed lower. My pussy was demanding attention and a lot of it after watching his body, his hands and his eyes. And ready after hearing his voice and his requests. I could see that he was close to a climax now and I wanted it to be only after he'd seen me naked but with his progress it seemed I might be disappointed. Suddenly he begged me to remove my thong. Breathlessly I asked him if he was certain and he almost screamed "Please?" I pushed my back against the chair and raised my hips and slid my thong slowly down exposing everything. His response was so dramatic that I brought my hand to my clit and began laboring it in an effort to catch up to him. His breathing and his sweaty body were feverish and the way he stroked himself was enough to get me there just as he screamed my name and I watched him cum again and again. I washed my legs and the chair with my own fluids and had the most exciting climax in my life to that date. I wanted him to hold me and then take me hard and fuck me until I could take no more. I wanted to feel him hammering and pounding away as he slid in and out... and I wanted to taste his cum. All of this in seconds from the moment I lowered my thong. Now I panicked at what I'd done and I had a wash of embarrassment and guilt as I reached and closed the link. I left the computer and lay on the couch and thought about what I'd just done. It was wrong I was sure to have done it especially with a stranger. But, I felt so good and it felt so good to be wanted and no one knew me or where I was. He'd seen my face but couldn't have found me if he wanted. I thought long about it, and then I remembered him and what he was doing and imagined what he felt as he saw me. I was certain that he didn't know this was my first time doing it but I'd told him the truth. I kept returning to the image I'd seen as he climaxed. His face, body and that beautiful cock and his cum and I was horny again. A few more minutes and I convinced myself I'd done nothing wrong because two people had been satisfied and no one else was involved. My husband didn't want to see me anymore and didn't touch me except for instant self-gratification. I had a right to more. I had a right to a decent sex life and I had the need for power over a man's pleasures. She's Surviving at Home I thought back about the oral with my husband and how he'd responded and how he'd begged me for more until his conscience took over afterwards... or whatever it was. During those moments I'd climaxed hard just from the pleasure and control over him. I hadn't touched myself and he hadn't touched me but I climaxed hard. And now I'd had it with a guy from the Net. The guy was interested in me and my body. In fact he'd craved my body and my pleasure. I'd developed a voyeuristic interest in seeing men. I wanted more and I wanted to touch and taste... but I also wanted to exert my new power of control. I busied myself for a few days and deliberately stayed away from the computer, but eventually I had to return. The guy had sent me a string of messages wanting to see and talk again. He wanted to know what'd happened to me and asked if my husband had caught me. I thought awhile and ignored most of his questions but thanked him kindly and asked him about his feelings while he watched. He'd appeared articulate and I assumed that he could express himself in words. I left the camera and messenger off. Two hours later I received email from him and he was articulate. He described how I looked to him and he described everything about me and had nothing bad at all to say. He praised my body and my facial beauty and then described his cock and what and how he felt right until we'd climaxed and I'd closed the link. He asked to see me again and I debated before telling him perhaps later. I really was on a role. I'd learned more and experienced more totally than I even dreamed existed and I decided that I enjoyed turning a man on and hearing his reaction to my body... it was definitely habit forming. I went back to a guy that I'd really felt some strong interest in just after starting my adventure and we'd kept the relationship going. We talked and he cammed and went through his show and told me how he wished I had a cam too. I let him know, innocently, that I had a cam now. Instantly he came alive and then wanted to see the gal he'd been talking and showing himself too all this time. I let him talk me into it and pretended not to be in a rush but I was really wet now. This was a guy with a good personality and such a strong drive, barely handsome and with the equipment to make me happy for a very long time. I smiled, turned on the camera and waited for his acknowledgement. It was nearly instantaneous and he was telling me that he'd had no idea that I looked this good. In a moment I was wet. I asked what he wanted to see and he just stared for moments before asking me to stand and turn. I did and he praised me. Now without waiting to be asked I started a slow striptease that I'd developed. Something of my own that I'd derived from others I'd seen. I toyed under my dress before opening it, and then toyed under my bra and panties and finally I pulled my wet fingers out and licked them for him. He was muttering something that I couldn't understand but it didn't slow me because from that first instant he'd been stroking his cock and his mouth was open as he continuously wet his lips with a long tongue. As I removed the bra he asked me to bring my breasts closer to the camera and he made wet kissing sounds and then when I lowered my thong he did the same and asked me to put one leg up on the chair and spread my lips. As I did he asked me to stroke my full length with the fingers of my other hand. The feeling was far more erotic than my first experience. He was telling me exactly what he wanted and when and it was different than I'd anticipated. He asked if I had a toy and I told him yes. He asked me to get it and some clothes pins used for laundry. When I came back he asked me to put a pin on each nipple. I did but it hurt and I quickly took it off. He explained that it would hurt for a minute as I put it on, but to put it on and release the pin slowly until the feeling had mostly gone and it didn't hurt so much. It took me a few moments and tries before I understood and could finish it and then a few more minutes for the second nipple. There was still pain when I finished but not so much that it didn't sort of arouse me, too. Now he asked me to repeat spreading my lips and then use my fingers to extend my clit. When I had and he could see how aroused it was he asked me to use the toy on it and let him watch. I heard him praising and urging me as I felt its wonder and the excitement of a man actually watching me do it and getting excited by it. He was telling me how much harder he was than he'd ever been before and that it was because of watching me. He asked me to use the hand I was spreading my lips with and to slowly reach in and stroke fully from back to front and then repeat. I was awash with cum... my mind was reeling from all these new experiences... watching him, the clothespins, a man watching me masturbate as he returned the same for my eyes. I climaxed and shivered and then he asked me to tell him each time just as I was about to cum. I did and three more times I experienced extreme orgasms. Just as I told him I was going to again... he told me to use the toy as a dildo and fuck myself and imagine it was his cock... and I did as I watched his cock travel in and out of his hand and watched his balls being massaged. About the forth stroke he told me to drive it deep and hard and fast until I climaxed again. This time with my eyes locked on his swollen purple head I did and screamed. Instantly his cock exploded... the excitement had gotten to him too and I saw the beautiful cum being lost as my mouth and tongue watered. It was maddening and intense and I lost it. I was dizzy as I fell to the bed and rolled onto my side with my legs locked tightly around the vibrator. There would be a spot on the floor later, the bed was soaked and my legs wet from pussy to ankle... but I was ecstatic from the experience. We talked for over an hour until I had to get ready for the family to come home. I was feeling more love in my heart from this experience than in my entire marriage. Over the weeks that followed we averaged once or twice a week... and slowly I became more accustomed and inevitably when he wasn't on-line I looked elsewhere. I toyed with a few guys and had a few mildly satisfactory cyber meets. I sent a few photos of everything to guys that intrigued me... but I hid my face. One day I was at the grocery when I ran across another woman that I knew. I'd never really cared much for her because she'd always seemed so cold. But this day we talked as we shopped and she was telling me about her husband. Her husband was the only reason I could ever put up with her in the past. He was a hunk... loyal... sexy and athletic. He was two years older than me and four years older than she was. She was telling me about him and I asked a few simple questions... when suddenly she blurted out that he had started watching a lot of porn and watching gals on the Internet. I asked if she'd watched too, thinking I might have a comrade. But she told me that she had only ever looked at two and couldn't stand them. She complained again and again how they were all porno, and she asked if I'd ever looked at any of them. I told her my husband would never look at them but that I had stumbled across a couple... accidentally. She asked about a site where people tried to meet and flirt with other people. I told her I'd heard of it but never been to it... which was true She told me her hubby was on every night and sometimes late at night. She said he had a camera and ladies had often asked to see him. She hated it but left him alone and their sex had become much less frequent. She didn't mind she said because she'd always thought sex was overrated and had never much enjoyed it except at home before she was married and she could sneak with out her folks knowing. But she hated for him to be doing something so 'common' she'd said. All the way home I was thinking of our conversation... and him. The last time I'd seen him was about eighteen months ago... and he'd been wearing tight pants and it hadn't looked like he was wearing anything under them. I'd caught him staring once and as I turned my eyes I caught the obvious change in the front of his slacks. I'd remembered him for a few weeks after and slowly let his memory lapse. Now it was haunting me. It was that afternoon I'd moved the computer. I wanted to use it in the evening and at night and be able to see where everyone was. I practiced until I could quickly close or hide a computer window on the monitor without being obvious. My husband asked about it and I told him that I wanted to use the computer more and he just shrugged. I waited a few nights before actually beginning to use it. Then I began a serious search for him. The site had a huge following and a lot of contributors and I tried everything to guess what he called himself to no avail. I worked every night for almost two weeks when finally an idea struck me. I don't know why I hadn't thought of it earlier because it was so obvious. It may have been my eagerness I thought as I typed in a search of men in the area we lived. Wow I thought as the results returned only six online names. I went through them all and only two had pictures and one other had a more definitive profile. None of them was my quarry. It was slightly past nine that evening when all of a sudden one of the 'suspects' that hadn't been eliminated came up on line. I waited a few minutes before sending him a flirting note. The reply was just as flirty and we began talking. Soon he was asking about me and so I asked about him. The flirting went on for over an hour when he asked for a pic. I replied by telling him that a pic deserved a pic... and he had to go first. He sent back a pic taken of him standing nude and turned away from the camera. His strong back was obvious and it looked like him. I asked if that was the best he could do and he replied again... but this time the pic was with him turned smiling at the camera, completely nude and holding an erection. My eyes opened wide and it was him... and then my eyes studied him and locked onto his cock. He was far nicer and larger than I'd imagined... and I got wet while I studied. I could already sense the taste of cum on my tongue. I flirted more and asked if that photo worked with all the women. He replied that he hadn't sent it out much... but I suspected it was a lie. He also said he'd never been with a gal online but had talked to several. He asked where I lived and I left it vague. I asked if he'd come up on camera... live... and he answered that he couldn't tonight because his wife was home... but that he could tomorrow in the daytime when she'd be gone but he'd have to miss work. Suddenly I had a mini orgasm and glanced nervously to see if my husband had noticed... but he was snoring. He asked me for pics of myself now and I toyed with him before sending him one that I explained wasn't very good and that I wasn't very nice looking. He insisted anyway and so I sent him a shoulders down pic fully clothed. He said he liked what he saw and asked if I didn't have something a little more 'revealing'. I said that I might but first I needed to know more about him. He followed with a short life history and when I asked about his wife. He told me that she'd never liked sex and he'd tried but she never wanted to... and it was getting difficult for him to get it up for her. I mentioned that his picture didn't seem to show any difficulty getting it up and he wrote back that he hadn't been thinking of her when that pic was taken. This time when he asked about the pic he said I'd 'promised'. I paused and then sent him a pic showing me naked from the shoulders to below my breasts and still no face. He sighed and wrote back asking if I had a cam. I wrote back that only when he showed up tomorrow afternoon. He sent me half a dozen more photos including some taken as he was jerking off and one where the cum was all over his tanned waist. It was far more than I'd hoped for. We made arrangements to actually meet online before noon the next day and signed off. I went to the bathroom... wrapped my vibrator in a large bath towel to quiet it and masturbated before bed. The next day he was late coming on-line and I'd begun to worry that his wife hadn't left or that he'd forgotten or that he'd had to work after all. Suddenly there was a bell from the computer as he signed on. This time he went right to his camera and when the picture loomed he was totally naked and holding his member out for me to inspect. I whispered breathlessly that it was marvelous and he flushed with pride. He asked what I'd like to see and I suddenly decided to keep the whisper in case he'd recognize my voice... though I doubted he would. I said that I'd like to see anything and everything... and so he began exercising with his cock and balls bouncing everywhere and he enjoyed fondling and holding them. I had dressed carefully in a sexy pair of decorated and transparent bikini panties, a slinky matching net bra with thin widely-spaced spaghetti straps, a buttoned blouse with the top three buttons unfastened and a mini-skirt shorter than I'd normally wear. His show was quite erotic and I found that I'd moved my bikini's aside to touch myself. The panties were even more transparent in my wetness but I had to do something and I was doing it. He stopped and caught his breath and his long penis slowly settled in a semi-flaccid condition. His legs were wide on the edge of the bed and his cock and balls hung below him. He said that he wakened with wood this morning... a hard-on as rigid as any he'd had... and it was because he was remembering my pic from last night. I flushed, though he couldn't see it and I believed him. Now he wanted to see me. I'd thought about it all morning and had decided how to handle it. I had a baseball cap and wrapped my hair and snugged it under the cap. Next I added a large pair of sunglasses and used a scarf over my head across the lower part of my face and secured it under my chin. Even I didn't recognize me. When I finally clicked the button on the Messenger program and my web can came up I moved the small pic of me to the corner of the monitor. He asked about my face but I told him I wasn't ready to show it yet. He begged but I didn't yield. Finally he began asking about other things I wore. I described them and then he asked what was under them and I told him. He begged me for five minutes before I began a tease with the blouse. When I'd cleared the last button he asked me to take it off so that he could see my cleavage. He wasn't flaccid anymore. I slid the straps from my shoulders and then slowly lowered one cup until he could see the pink of an aureole. Then I moved to the other cup and he was holding himself with two hands. Slowly I reached behind and unclasped the bra and slid my hands around without lowering it further. I turned so that he could see my bare back and stood up. His mouth was opened and every moment or two his tongue darted out and wet his lips. I stood back and turned so that he could see more of me but not very closely and I lowered the bra. I held it for a few moments to gauge his reaction and his hands were moving slowly. I discarded the bra onto the bed. He asked me to cup them and then asked me to move closer to the camera. I did and I watched his hands and that delicious looking cock the entire time. I had no doubt at all that I was arousing to him and I wanted to replace his hands with my own. He asked me to touch and tease my nipples and commented how large and rigid they were. I told him it was only because he was watching me. He asked if I'd ever done this before and I answered honestly that I had never done this before. I'd carefully chosen the words so that I didn't lie. He asked if I would twist my nipples and then if I could lick and suck them. I twisted and closed my eyes. I lowered my head and raised my breast until I could touch the nipple with my tongue, I'd never done this before and suddenly it was quite arousing and I imagined it was his tongue and squeezed my thighs tightly together. I was feeling ready. I explained still whispering but breathless that I couldn't suck my own nipple. He said without hesitation that he wished he could. Now he asked about my skirt and I paused knowing that in a moment I would discard it with the bra... and the panties, too. I asked him to explain what his cock felt like and he ran his fingers over the head and said it was soft... but hard. He said his head was extremely sensitive and I could already see the color had changed. He showed me a pair of blue veins running around and down his shaft. The camera was too slow, but he told me that he could see them pulse. He ran his fingers around the base and teased the fluffed slightly curly dark hair. He said that he wanted me... and that his cock would fill me and I would enjoy it. I believed him. He asked what I tasted like and I told him I didn't know. He asked what my husband had told me and I admitted that he'd never given me oral. He didn't seem to believe it and then was complaining that a man owed it to a woman. His voice was deep and sincere just as I'd remembered it. He was sitting totally nude and aroused watching a woman half nude and equally aroused. He insisted that he was hurting for a look at more of me and finally I stood and removed the skirt. He admired my body openly and asked me to turn. He commented at how round and full my ass was and how firm and trim my thighs and tummy looked. I've always had the tiniest bulge in my tummy that people have told me isn't there... but I can see it in the mirror. I also know that my ass and breasts hang some. I feel that I can easily use to lose a few pounds... but he said I was perfect and asked me to remove the bikini. I turned away and slowly lowered the back so that he could watch the cheeks emerge and he whistled before asking me to stop. When I asked him what was wrong he said I was perfect but he wanted to be able to see me lower them in front also. When I turned he asked if they were transparent because I was wet. I said yes as he repeated his request for me to lower them. I did... and stood waiting for a response. It was only while he recovered. His hands were flying as he caught his breath and asked me to come closer. He asked me to sit and lean back in the chair with my feet on the desktop and spread as he watched me touch myself. I did everything he asked until I asked what he wanted me to touch. He didn't hesitate and almost screamed directions. He was probably the most aroused man I'd seen. I followed his directions as I exposed and circled my clitoris. I rubbed and fondled my breasts and then used one hand high and the other low while my hooded eyes devoured his cock and my hungry mouth yearned for a taste. He asked me to raise my hips so he could see my fingers entering my pussy. I did my best to move the one hand to the side so I could still tease my clit as I brought the other down and began first with one and then two and finally three fingers. His athletically trim body was glistening with sweat and I watched his hips join in the show. His eyes were slits as he watched and worked. He asked if I could cum and I told him that I already had several times and he said that he meant the really big one and I whispered that I was very close. Now he was calling my name and begging me to cum for him and to watch him. I did and he talked and talked as I rose higher and finally he said that he was cumming and I told him that his baby wanted him to cum. I saw his body tighten and his hands hold tight and he announced it was on the way. The drama was so intense that I climaxed and shouted that I was too. He spilled volumes onto a towel beneath him and I watched each time his body clenched and I felt each roll of passion as it passed through me. She's Surviving at Home We were shouting each other's name and the climax was perfect. Afterwards we talked and repeated twice more. Each time he recovered in minutes and was ready again. He wanted me to taste and describe my taste to him and he wanted to see my dildo and wanted to seem me suck the dildo and to deep throat it. I raised the scarf only high enough for him to see my mouth and lips... my tongue as I teased it. Our adventure lasted over two hours and we talked for one more before he started asking if he could meet me... fly to where I was and be with me for a weekend. Over the next two weeks we talked only through typing and at night. We had another short session on a Saturday afternoon. He wanted to meet me. He'd never known that I found him through a search within twenty miles of my home. He had no idea where I was. Finally I relented and began making plans. I asked him where he lived and he told me. I asked him if he could take a day off from work during a week if I could find a way to get there. He said that he would. I told him that I'd looked through the net and found a motel about fifteen miles from him and he asked for the address. We scheduled to meet. It was only a week away but I had butterflies the entire time... what would happen when he found out who I was? I scheduled with my husband to visit my old girl friend about sixty miles away and he didn't even ask for an address or telephone. I used my clothing budget for some tantalizing lingerie and found some new scents... small... not costly that I liked. Finally the day was here and I'd agreed to meet him at eight that morning. I kissed hubby goodbye, grabbed my bag... got the kids away and took off. I was a few minutes early and sat almost hidden in the corner of the lobby when he came in and asked for the room he'd reserved. I listened for the number and after he left I waited ten long minutes before I got up to walk to the room. Just as I was leaving I heard the clerk answer the phone and say that no lady had come on... only a lady who'd been in the lobby when he'd arrived. I smiled and as I walked to the room the door opened. He'd removed his jacket and removed his tie. He passed me almost at a run when I called his name. He stopped, turned with a puzzled look on his face and then recognized me. He was embarrassed and didn't realize that I was his new lover. He stuttered and said hello and said he was just on the way to meet a friend. He asked quickly if I'd be around in the afternoon and then if maybe we could have a drink together... like old friends. I said sure lightly and he turned to hurry away. I let him take a couple of steps and start to run before I whispered his name loudly... not his real name but his screen name from the site. He stopped and slowly turned and then he realized and broke into an embarrassed grin. Slowly he walked back... took me into his room and kissed me. Our clothes were gone in seconds... and I do enjoy swallowing and I showed him often that day. I knew how to control a man. He was everything in a lover that my husband was not... and I tried to be everything his wife was not. We became old friends very, very quickly... and now have a regular monogamous schedule... sometimes in town... and we explore everything... it's never dull or the same any more and we aren't hurting anyone... except when one of us can't make it.