| A Cyberspace Affair |
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By Margo Perry
(margo707 AT rogers DOT com)
Dirk sat staring at his computer. 8:30 PM. Tiny beads of sweat dotted his brow, his heart pounded and his balls ached to bursting with anticipation and fear. Anticipation that by nine o’clock, just as he had on Tuesday and Wednesday, he’d be chatting with the most beautiful, big-breasted, seductive creature he’d ever imagined. Fear that, like last night, she wouldn’t show. On Monday over beers at The Keg, his buddy Josh had added to his usual recitation of romantic encounters, tales of incredible sexual adventures on a Chat-line. On Tuesday, Dirk’s six o’clock meeting was cancelled. Instead of calling his wife Jodie to tell her he’d be home early, he hung up before dialing and typed on his computer: “The hottest spot on the net”, he read. Enter Chatopia. Click. Chat Rooms. Click All About Breasts. Click Chat name: Bill. Click. User name: Bill Password: ******** Dirk’s hands trembled. One last click. He was in.
Flo: Leaves Tony: Joins the Floor Horny (f): Joins the Floor Tony: hi Horny (f): Ur here. Feelin’ horny 2nite? Cock still hard? Shy Me: Joins the floor Bill: Hello Shy Me: Hi Bill: Shy? Shy Me: First time here Bill: Me too. Tell me about yourself … The flurry of activity had surprised him but not as much as his fingers that seemed to have developed a mind of their own. The excitement, the urgency he felt throughout his body had enticed him. But not as much as the woman who called herself, Shy Me. She said she was 5’7”, dark hair and eyes. She was wearing a black V-necked negligee and her breasts were double EE’s. He believed her. He could see her. He could feel her presence as surely as if she were straddling him in his desk chair. Her husband was working. She was alone. He’d stroked his cock as she described her hard sensitive nipples, as she caressed them through soft silk. Reaching in and lifting one, then another to her own waiting mouth. She’d nibbled and licked them. He’d squeezed his cock, typing frantically with one finger as he described the fullness of his balls, the depth of his longing, the wetness of the pre-cum oozing from his tip. He’d pumped his cock as she told him that her pussy was wet, pulsing, hungry and that she wanted him … After a half-hour, his cock and guilt raging, poised on an edge that demanded he stop or else, he’d typed, ‘Bye for now’. But not before making a date for Wednesday, 9:00PM. He’d gone home to find Jodie in the bathtub. They’d been married for ten years and fiery passion had given way to an enduring rich love that made life … more than bearable. He’d undressed quickly, put on a robe and knelt over the tub to wash her back, her front, something he hadn’t done in a long time. He’d kissed her tenderly, reaching underwater to rub her clit, finger her warm, moist cunt. He’d dried her slowly, toweling her nipples with exquisite care. They’d gone to bed, made sweet, sweet love and he’d drifted off to sleep promising himself that he’d never enter that Chatroom again. Shy Me would have to understand. Wednesday passed in a haze of confusion. Despite his resolve, Shy Me, with her double EE’s and her enchanting sexual openness, invaded his every thought. He couldn’t concentrate on his spreadsheets and his cock screamed for attention. He hadn’t been this horny since High School. When Jodie called to say that she was having dinner with a girlfriend, his heart stopped. His heart stopped because he knew . . . he wouldn’t, he couldn’t resist. At 9:00 PM, Bill joined the floor. Hungry Me, whispered to Bill, “It’s me.” At 9:55 PM Bill whispered, “I can’t get enough of you. Same time tomorrow?” and carefully maneuvered his rock hard cock into his pants as she whispered back, “I can’t get enough, either. I want to own you. See you tomorrow.” On Thursday afternoon Jodie had called. “What a day! Had to take my car in and I can’t get it ‘til tomorrow. One of the aerobic teachers is out with the flu and I gotta’ teach tonight. Can you pick me up after class…around 10:30? “Of course,” Dirk had gushed. A favor. Penance. Guilt relief. At 9:00 PM, he’d clicked, entered and waited. There was more chatter than ever, chatter full of sexual innuendo, promise, acting out. It mocked him and he waited, feeling a disappointment and frustration that was real enough to frighten him. He waited until he had to leave to pick up his wife. “Bad day?” she’d asked. “Yeah,” he’d answered. “Mine, too.” And they’d driven home, lost in their own thoughts, in uncommon silence. 8:55 PM. The ringing telephone jerked Dirk from his reverie, back to the present. “Hello?” “Hi, honey, it’s me. Just checking. You’ll be home after ten…right?” “For sure. Everything okay?” “Absolutely! See you then. Bye.” “Bye.” Dirk looked at the yellow roses sitting in the vase on his desk. He told himself that he was buying them for Jodie, but why yellow? Shy Me, Hungry Me had told him that yellow roses were her favorite flowers. Dirk could smell the flowers and their fragrance was a stunning measurement of the depths of his obsession. He clicked on Favorites. He clicked on Chatopia – The hottest spot on the net. Bill: Joins the Floor Bill privately whispers to Me: just me 2nite, eh? Dirk marveled at the short hand that had developed over the week, some kinda’ lovers’ code. Me privately whispers to Bill: just me. Bill privately whispers to Me: how r u? Me privately whispers to Bill: happy to see U. I bought something for u today… Bill privately whispers to Me: u did?! What could that b? Me privately whispers to Bill: a dress. I’m wearing it now. It’s black see thru’. U can see my skin, my tits. My cunt hair. Wish u could see Bill privately whispers to Me: wish I could do more than see. I bought u flowers. Yellow roses. Me privately whispers to Bill: oh my god, yellow roses? Bill privately whispers to Me: 2 dozen. I can’t stand it…I want to see u. I want to meet u. where r u? Dirk waited. Bill privately whispers to Me: r u there? Dirk panicked. Bill privately whispers to Me: talk to me please. Sorry if I went 2 far. r u there? Me privately whispers to Bill: I’m here. the dress, the flowers, meeting…this has gone 2 far. Bill privately whispers to Me: what do u mean? Me privately whispers to Bill: just what I say. It’s been wonderful but... my husband ur wife. Can’t go on. Please Bill, take the flowers home to ur wife. I can’t handle this … Dirk sat staring at his computer. Reality seeped from the words on the screen like cold scalding vapors from blocks of ice. Me privately whispers to Bill: r u there? Bill privately whispers to Me: yes Me privately whispers to Bill: it’s been a wonderful experience but it’s over. Thanks for everything. I won’t be back. Bye. Bill privately whispers to Me: ur right. about everything. Thank u. Bye. 9:15 PM. Dirk picked up the phone and called home. Jodie answered on the second ring. “Hello?” “Hi, it’s me. I’m on my way home.” Dirk was feeling a poignant mix of loss and relief. “Good. I’ll be waiting. Hurry home,” Jodie answered. Jodie opened the door before Dirk could use his key. They stared at each other for a long time. She was wearing a black see-through dress. He was holding yellow roses. There were no words. Before touching, they stared at each other for a long, long time.
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