An Online Relationship

[This is some actual email correspondence between Phil and Bonnie. A few details have been changed to protect their identities, and some typographical errors have been corrected, but it is a true story.]

Dear Zondar37m,

I really enjoyed your story, “An Extramarital Affair” on Literotica. Thanks so much for writing it!

Bonnie

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Dear Bonnie,

I‘m glad you liked my story. Do you have any good stories about affairs?

Phil (my real name)

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Hi Phil!

Do I have stories about affairs? Do I ever! I probably should check with my husband to see if he wants me to share them with you. Every so often I get a hormonal explosion and, well, let my hair down and try to seduce everyone around. It started early in our marriage. My husband knows about a couple of them, but they usually happen when I'm on business with my company or special occasions. (like our last anniversary -- it just happened, but was it exciting!). Thanks for taking the time to write. I just happened to glance at the topics and yours was very exciting for me. Guess I should stop or . . .

Bonnie

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Dear Bonnie,

Please don’t stop! You’ve read one of my stories. Now tell me one of yours. Please?

Phil

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Dear Phil,

I really shouldn't. Well, first of all I work for a car dealership. I always dress very professionally, usually with skirts or dresses. I'm a natural flirt, but not usually provocative. My breasts are not large, just a handful, so I often do not wear a bra. The problem is my nipples get hard quick, like bullets, and they are sensitive. Having them feel the nylon, or satin, or silk can be very stimulating.

Anyway, one day I was in one of those moods. (Maybe it's my age. I'm not a young flit of a thing, moving toward middle 40s.) I was showing some cars to a young couple. I wore a tan skirt that buttoned up the front and a beige blouse. It was close to being sheer. If the light hit it right, my breasts would be visible. I also wore tan hose, thigh highs with white panties which are sheer and made my bush visible and brown pumps.

The man would sit in the front seat with me and his wife in the back. I noticed after a few blocks that he would glance at my legs (which I think are my best asset). I looked down while stopped at a light and noticed that I had the two lower buttons undone, and while driving he could see the top of my stockings. It would be an embarrassment to him and me if I attempted to pull my skirt down, so I didn’t. I also glanced at him and noticed a bulge beginning to grow. I started to tingle and felt moisture in my pussy. I decided not to change anything during the day. As I showed them a couple of cars I noticed that he would follow me around the dealership, accidentally brush against me, those sorts of things.

It looked like they were going to be buying a really expensive car, so I took them to lunch. During lunch, I felt his leg touch mine. I moved mine away. A few seconds later it happened again. I didn't move this time. With my legs crossed, my skirt dropped down on one side, his side, showing most of my leg. (Can you imagine?) I happened to glance at his eyes, and caught myself licking my lips. As I got up from the table, I let him have a good look at my panties.

When we returned to the dealership, the wife wanted to look at some more cars, but the husband said that he was tired of walking, and encouraged his wife to go out to the lot by herself, and said he would start to discuss financing with me. As soon as his wife left, he put his arms around me and kissed me. I responded by pushing my tongue in his mouth and kissing him deep and long. I reached down and fumbled with his zipper. I didn't know how much time we would have. He opened my blouse and began to suck on my nipples, which by this time were extremely sensitive. With his cock out of his pants, I reached back and grabbed his balls and brought him to me. He pulled aside my panties and because I was so wet slid right in my pussy. I simply moaned and thrust back at him still kissing him. We stood against the wall for a minute kissing and thrusting at each other, then he withdrew his cock. I knew he hadn't cum. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and began to lick my pussy. I was drenched. I didn't think this would be a good idea. His wife could easily find out. After a few licks I pulled away and sat on my desk. I spread my legs, looked at him, and licked my lips like I did at the restaurant. He came to me immediately and again entered me. I wrapped my nylon clad legs around him and fucked him for all that I was worth. I came, I had been primed all day. And then he exploded inside me. I could feel him spurt inside my pussy. Since it was my office, there was nothing to clean up with so I licked his shaft and then dried him with my panties. I also touched up my pussy since my cream and his cum was oozing out. I was about to put them back on, no place else for them to go, and he grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket.

I went home that night. I passed my husband on the way out. He is working the graveyard shift and currently doing double shifts. As soon as I got home I went to the bedroom. I took off my blouse and my skirt and laid back on the bed. I reached for my drenched pussy and began to finger myself to another orgasm. With one hand I played with my pussy and with the other pinched and caressed my nipples.

Now that I've written this I'm not sure that I should send it. I've said too much, but your note seemed nice. I'm not a whore, its just that some times I, well, . . . I’m sitting here debating sending this email. And, if I send it would you do something for me? Would you masturbate for me, or when you make love to your wife, think of me? Maybe it's the loneliness. . . Anyway here goes.

Bonnie

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Bonnie,

I’m sorry you feel lonely. You seem so sweet! And, guess what? I did what you asked me to do. By myself. (My wife's away this weekend.) I'd be interested asking you some more questions, if you wouldn’t mind.

Phil

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Dear Phil,

What would you like to know? And what did you do? Please tell me EXACTLY! If I'm going to share a major part of my life you can tell me what you did. I know this is brazen, but what would you do to me since your wife is away? How would you like me to be? I can be sweet, but I can also be a little on the vicious side. Right now you're making me horny. I'm sitting here, frustrated, hot and horny. Will you help me tonight? I have on a shirt that I've tied at the bottom and a pair of jogging shorts. I'm getting ready to paint my toe nails and finger nails. I can just imagine wrapping my red nails stroking up and down your manhood. Maybe you would let me make you cum with my feet. Ever done that?

Bonnie

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Dear Bonnie,

Your story about doing the husband in your office while his wife was looking at cars made me so horny! I quickly went to our bedroom, pulled my pants around my ankles, and beat off, thinking about you doing it with that guy. When I shot my load, I took my jockey shorts off (blue) and used them to wipe the cum off my dick and stomach. (Is that detailed enough? ;-) )

I think lots of different kinds of women are sexy, but a woman dressed professionally, doing a hard day's work, is a very sexy sight. Whenever I see a woman like that, I always imagine if she has really sexy thoughts (I know I often get horny at work, and especially at conferences), and if she'd want to "do it" if she knew how much I wanted her. The problem is, you almost never know who's like that and who's not.

I hope you don't mind my telling you all this, but I really wish you were here right now. I'm having a hard weekend. My wife is away with the kids, visiting relatives, and I‘m *dying* to fuck another woman right now. I feel bad for wanting other women so much. I mean, I really do have a great wife. She just isn't into sex as much as I am. And it's just so hard to be monogamous over many years. Loving only her isn't the same as only wanting to sleep with her.

So, what would I do to you? I can have loving, gentle sex with my wife, so I'd like to have horny, passionate, even rough sex with you. I'd like you to dress up like you do for work -- but with really high heels. Maybe I'd ask you to come visit our house. I‘d show you around, and then, when we got to our bedroom, it would be almost dark. You'd ask, "Where's the light?" Instead of answering, I'd start rubbing my hard-on through my jeans, and I'd point to the rumpled bed, and say, "This is where I jerk off when I'm thinking about you." Before I go any farther, I should find out how rough you like it. (evil grin) Have you read any of my other stories on Literotica? Some of them are pretty nasty.

What do you look like? I have dirty blonde hair, brown eyes (blue with contacts), and a mustache. I’m 6 ft tall (exactly), and about 190 lbs. I'm 39 years old. Oh, and my cock is 6 inches, and rock hard at the moment. So tell me more about what you look like? I can't believe I'm telling you all this! I hope I haven't scared you off. You just seem both very nice and very sexy. It's intriguing.

Phil

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Dear Phil,

You haven’t emailed back yet. Was I too forward? Did I scare you off?

Bonnie,

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Dear Bonnie,

No, you aren’t being too “forward”! I think our email messages must have crossed on the lines.

I *love* women who paint their nails! It's so sexy either watching a woman do it, or just looking at her painted finger or toenails. I'd love to have you give me a "foot job." I'd want you to be naked, so I could look up at your wet crotch while you strained to beat me off with your feet. I don't think I'd let you finish, though. The sight of you doing it would make me get up and fuck you. I couldn't look at your wet pussy and not want to be inside it.

Phil

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Dear Phil,

Don’t fuck my pussy yet. Let me keep giving you a “foot job.” I want you to cum on my feet. I love to see a man ejaculate. I want my toes covered with your cum. I'll play with myself while you do it. I would spread wide. But you must clean up my feet afterward -- with your tongue. (Now I'm showing you the inner me, the one even my husband doesn't know about.) Suck my toes clean and then kiss me. Would you do that?

Do you like to hear a woman talk dirty? I never do. I never cuss or utter profanity. But I think I would like you to "fuck me." Can you imagine me whispering that in your ear? Maybe in public? I would lean to you and say, "Fuck me," and then let my tongue slip in your ear.

Gentle sex? -- NO! If I were with you I would want to be pounded, hammered. I know that may be shameful. There is a time for slow, unhurried sex, but the best kind is fast, hard and rough. (Not sadism, but desperate sex. Thinking possibly this is the last time I might have a cock.) I like to be rough too. I like games. I constantly play them in my mind.

At the office, I tease. No one really knows that I'm doing it on purpose, but I always show off my legs and often a glimpse of my panties are given. (I guess I'm really bad inside. There are so many things I would like to experience -- sexually. Most all of it has been in my head, except for the few times.)

Tell me more about your cock. Fat cock? Narrow cock? Hairy cock? Shaved cock? And most important of all, do you know how to use it? I could cum with a little help from that description. If you want, if you tell me to, I'll lay on my bed tonight. I'll take a bath, and get on my bed, and make myself cum for you. Would you like that?

Have you ever seen Anne Archer? (She played in Patriot Games with Harrison Ford.) I've been told that I look a lot like her. I have dark brown hair (yes, I'm old enough that I have to color it some), hazel eyes, small breasts (just a good handful -- are you disappointed?), nice firm legs (my legs and ass are my best features, plus my mouth). I'm 5'6" and weigh ... well just believe that I'm not fat or even plump.

You mentioned you like high heels. So do I! I love to dress up. I like to wear evening gowns, go out to dine, enjoy plays, etc, but I still like to putter in the yard, walk. Like I said, I look the part of a sophisticated woman, and I like to think that I am, but not in the snobbish stereotyped way. I can have a good time almost anywhere. Maybe I shouldn't mention this here, but tomorrow I will dress up and go to church. Is there anything special that you would like me to wear (or not wear)? I will dress for you since husband doesn't really care, nor pay me much mind. White dress? I look good in white. Or maybe yellow with black hose. Give me an idea and in the morning I will pretend that you’re watching me get dressed. (If you were here I probably wouldn't finish.)

Can you cum again? Do you want to? You said you were having a hard weekend. Want me to make it harder? Want to take me on a date? Want me to tease everyone around? I really think I could get into you. I feel comfortable. I could probably wind up being your sex slave. Would you like that? It makes me hot thinking about it. My pussy is very wet right now because of you. Won't you use me, abuse me -- anything just take me and "fuck me."

I think you're getting into my head (and I think I want you in other places as well).

Bonnie

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Phil,

It’s only a few minutes since my last email, but I had to write again. I hope you don’t mind.

Are you still hard? Or have you gone soft again? I would love to feel your mustache against my pussy. I would drench it with my cream.

By the way, I don't shave my pussy. It is a nice soft bush. I really think it's sexier that way.

Have you noticed how easy it is to talk on the computer? I would never have gotten to know you in person. You would be at one of the conference tables wondering about me, and I would probably be sitting there teasing with my legs, wondering about you. And that's where it would end. And if one of the guys came blatantly up to me and asked me to go to bed, most likely I would walk away (at least most of the time). I'm not sure that I should tell you more. You seem to like me, but I don't want you to think I'm a whore. I'm not. I have had affairs. I can't seem to help it. Does that make me bad? (See I'm in the same quandary as the man in your story.) I’ve especially wanted affairs during the last few years, because of the lack of interest of my husband. (Maybe his equipment doesn't work as well as it used to.) He usually wants me about every other week. Most of the time I can cum, but often he is too quick for what I want. We used to try different positions; now it’s just a basic 1 or 2.

I'll check back to see if you're still writing tonight. I hope so. I have a few things to attend to (a few groceries, gas in the car). I'm going to put on a sundress. I have a pair of 2-inch white sandals and a yellow sundress. Maybe I can turn a few heads. I'll pretend that I'm going to see you. I won't wear a bra. Since I'm only going to be out a few minutes (30 or so) maybe I won't even wear panties. Would you like that? Knowing that I'm out, wearing just a sundress and completely bare underneath? Would you like for me to dress like that? Maybe I'll have a story to tell you. Then after I get home I'll take a leisurely bath. I would like to have you sit on the edge of the tub and stroke yourself for me. Why don't you do that? Sit on the edge of the tub and make yourself cum again. If you ask, I'll even use my mouth. (I don't do that for my husband.)

Bonnie

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Dear Bonnie,

Am I still hard? You bet! I shouldn't tell you this, but I cybered with a woman last night before bed. I squeezed my cock through my pants while I typed to her. Then I went to bed and stroked myself to an orgasm before sleep. (Wiped off the cum with a washcloth.) This morning I got up, read my email. Some things led me to some naughty pictures. I went back to bed and masturbated again. Then I got the story from you about your quickie with the guy you were showing cars. Beat off again! Now I'm hard once more.

I'd love to lick my cum off of your toes, but only if your nails were painted a sexy red! It turns me on that you tell me things you don't tell your husband. Lots of women seem to confess things to me. I guess I'm a good listener, and non-judgmental. I like the thought of kneeling in front of you, licking the cum off your pretty little toes. Oh, if only my co-workers could see this! Not to mention your co-workers!

Anne Archer is very sexy. I find older women sexy in general.

Since you asked for a cock-description, I've pulled my pants down while I sit in front of my computer. I'm stroking my cock while looking at a picture I found on the web of Anne Archer. Mmmm. The balls and base of my cock are hairy, but I shave them sometimes. Would you like me to do that for you? Would you like to lick my hairless cock and balls? I'd love to feel you lick the underside of my balls. I’m circumsized. The skin moves back and forth as I stroke the shaft up and down. Oh, I want you so much. Will I be able to wait until your next email I wonder? My cock smells clean, but has the musky scent of a man. I can't wait to taste your delicious pussy. I love eating pussy.

"Just" a handful of breasts? No, I'm not disappointed at all. In fact, my wife has huge breasts and is very well rounded overall. So your body shape and breast size would be sexy because it would be so different. Yum.

I hope I'm not going too fast, but I'd love for you to be my fuck slave. I can tell already that you'd be good at it. I need a woman to "use," and I only like it if she really wants to be used, if it makes her wet and horny for me to just want to fuck her. Fuck her hard. Desperately. Repeatedly. I'd fuck you till you begged me to stop.

I go to conferences a lot. Maybe we'll be in the same town some time. I'm fantasizing about meeting you there. You have to pretend that you're with my conference, because I'm well known in my field, and people know I'm married. When we were out together, you'd keep flashing leg, breasts, even panties. It would turn me on, but make me mad, because it was so dangerous. On the way up to my room in the elevator, we'd get on alone, and as soon as the doors closed, I'd push you hard against the elevator wall, pull your skirt up, rip your panties down, and shove my cock into you. "Is this what you've been wanting, you slut?" I'll growl. Mmmm. It makes me so hard, you dirty, naughty girl.

Tomorrow? The yellow dress with the black hose sounds good. While you're getting dressed, stop, face a long mirror, and spread your pussy lips with your hand so I can look into your pussy. Hold it that way for a second. Feel the air on your pussy. Imagine me looking, and what I'll do after I can't stand it any more.

Tonight? Do you have a vibrator? Use on yourself in the bath. When I'm with you, I'll make you use the vibrator on yourself while I watch. And I'll start to stroke my hard cock after a while. Then I'll start licking your clit while the vibrator hums inside you. Have you ever had someone lick your clit while you get a vibrator inside you? My wife screams when I do it to her. The next time she and I make love, I'll insist that we do that. (It won't take too much convincing.) And I'll pretend that it's your pussy I'm doing it to.

You know what I'm going to do now. I'm going to go beat off again, thinking of you. I'm gonna use my wife's lotion, this time. I'll check back in an hour or so. I hope there'll be something from you.

Bye for now, my sweetheart!

Phil

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Dear Phil,

Your note made me so hot. I don't know where to start. I guess at the bottom, my toes. I keep them painted some color of red. I'm not much into all of the new colors, but I do use different tones of red. I almost came when I read that you would suck the cum off my toes. My husband would never do that. I want to be used!!!!! Use me to fulfill your wildest, wickedest desires!!!!! I've always wanted to be taken in an elevator. I've accidentally (on purpose) felt many cocks in elevators when they were crowded.