You go to the computer every night to meet her. Your wife is busy
in her home office, typing away on forms and letters for her business.
She's been so busy making a "go" of it, that she hardly has time for
you any more. The business has been improving, but you wonder how
much more of this late-night work schedule your marriage can take.
She used to adore your attention, but lately, you've grown apart, hardly
talking at all.
Tonight is no different, and you pause at the door to her office, and
listen for just a few minutes to the clicking of the keyboard. You
wish she would just pay you a tenth of the attention she's been paying
to that computer. But, you also understand her need for the independence
and the extra income from the business DID allow you both a short vacation
this year without hitting the credit cards.
But, now, you have someone else on your mind...... "her".... the woman
who gives you that special attention you so desperately crave. She
calls herself "Raven" because of her jet-black hair. You hate to admit
it but you often find yourself picturing your wife's tresses as you
chat with her each night. You met about a month ago, maybe two... you're
not quite sure any more. But she sensed your need.... knew you needed
a release.... someone to lean on, talk to, flirt with, hold tightly
to your heart, caress, seduce, and make love to.... down in your study...
down the hall from the office door that isolated you from the woman you'd
always loved.
You called yourself "Hardbody," proud of your physique. You stay
trim by working out at the gym several times a week, and she always
makes sure she compliments you on your firm muscles, even though she
had never seen them.
Raven has a need similar to yours.... she, too, is married, but feels
that her husband had been ignoring her lately. He feels intimidated
by her job and he is withdrawing from conversation and almost totally
ignoring her in bed at night. He stays up late and tells her that
he was working on some correspondence on the computer. She is tender....
soft.... revealing just enough about her wants and desires and needs...
but not revealing too much personal information so you have felt comfortable
about not having to tell her too much, either. You never felt like you'd
be caught at your midnight rendezvous.
At first the conversations were friendly... just two lonely people leaning
on each other in the semi-dark, your rooms lit only by the glow of
your computer monitors. Then, as your friendship grew, you started telling
each other what you'd like to be doing right then. You told her you'd
like to be holding her soft body close to you, lying in your firm king-sized
bed upstairs. You described, night after night, how you wanted to slowly
undress your raven-haired lover and kiss every inch of skin as it appeared
from under her clothes.
She told you, again and again, how she would show her love to you
by caressing your body... stroking that bulge that always formed in
your jeans when you got online with her. Then she explained how she
would unbuckle your belt, unzip those jeans, and release that hard cock
from your tight briefs. She would kneel down in front of you at
that computer desk and softly lick your cock from tip to base.... then
suck on your balls... one at a time... while stroking your length.
Soon, you were doing more than just talking about what you would do
with each other. You were actively involved in the chat sessions. You
told each other what you were doing. She described loosening her
blouse and her skirt and reaching her hand down to slide her fingers
into her wetness. You wore loose fitting shorts when you were at the
computer and told her how you'd pull them down past your knees and have
your cock erect and throbbing in your hand... stroking... wishing she
was there. You'd imagine her tongue... hot and wet... tracing a path
up and down the shaft. Then you could almost feel her wet mouth open
wide and slide down over the head and her lips sliding farther down to
take your hard cock deep inside. (Maybe THAT'S what you were thinking
of when you called yourself "Hardbody," because it certainly got hard
every time you chatted with her.)
She would imagine your fingers stroking her wet pussy, and then
rubbing her hard clit, her back arching in her chair as she then thought
about how wonderful your mouth would feel on her. Your lips sucking her
clit into your mouth, your tongue thrusting into her waiting slit. She
would be wishing your tongue could take the place of the two or three
fingers she'd slide deep inside her.
You would stroke your hard cock while she stroked her wet pussy.
Both of you were dreaming of being in bed with the other, your cock
slamming deep into her hot pussy. Both of you crying out in release
of the orgasms you couldn't share with anyone at home. And then you'd
spend a few minutes together, just imagining being in each others' arms.
Holding each other close as your breathing returned to normal. Then
you knew she would shut down her computer and silently go to her bedroom
and fall asleep, so totally relaxed. And you would do the same after
logging off and unwinding in the darkness for a few minutes. Reveling
in your love for each other. Wondering where this was all going
to end.
Tonight was different somehow. You could feel an electric charge in
the air even as you sat down in front of the computer. It was as if
even the computer could sense that tonight would be special, but you
had no idea what was going to happen. You found Raven online and
your conversation went along just as normal. She reached out to you
with her need and pulled at your heartstrings. You told her you'd be
holding her and caressing her. The holding and touching turned to kissing
and groping and soon you both were touching yourselves, softly, slowly,
not wanting to let the evening end. It seemed that Raven felt the change,
too. Her need seemed more urgent. You were puzzled, wondering if something
had happened at her home.
Then she said she had to stop for just a minute. She thought she heard
a sound in her house and didn't want to chance having her husband
walk in on her with her hand busily pleasuring herself while she was
talking to you. So, you leaned back in your chair, and continued to
stroke your hard cock. You rubbed the drops of precum over the head
as you imagined her tongue swirling around and wetting you thoroughly.
You closed your eyes and continued stroking slowly, unable to stop.
You never heard your wife walk down the stairs to the basement where
the study was located. You never heard her sneak up beside you at your
computer chair. You were so lost in the emotions of being with Raven
and wishing she was kneeling in front of you sucking your cock, that
when you felt the wet, soft mouth engulf the head of your cock, you thought
it was really her.
Your eyes flew open and you looked down to see your wife's face
looking back. She had a wicked twinkle in her eye. You looked at the
computer screen and then back at her in several double-takes. You were
certain that if you were ever caught, she'd be furious. But, then you
noticed she was dressed in a lacy bra, g-string, stockings and a garter
belt, and the 5-inch heels you used to love to see her wear, knowing
you were in for a special night when you got home from wherever you were
out to.
You just stared at her for a moment. She lifted her mouth from
your aching cock and reached up to kiss you, before saying one word:
"Hardbody"
You replied with "Raven?" and with a grin, she slid her mouth back
over your cock and you leaned back in your chair, knowing you didn't
need to look at the monitor any more that night.