Bad Wife, Good Sub

That night I once again found myself with sleep eluding me and once again found myself searching for masturbation inspiration. A couple of people had found my profile so I spent the first half hour sending carefully worded responses to them. Then I click on Toni's profile again to see if she had been online. There were two new pictures on her page. One was taken at the gym. It was a selfie of her riding the bike. It was a close up of her crotch and showed a big wet spot on the front of her shorts. I tried to think back to remember if those were the shorts she was wearing today. I didn't remember her taking any pictures, but I had quit about five minutes before she did so she could have taken it them. What had she been thinking about? I wondered if she had been thinking about me.

The second picture was out on Freemont Street. Toni was dressed in a short leather skirt, stockings and high heels. Up top she had on a leather jacket, which matched the skirt. Had she not been holding it open exposing to the world that she had on no blouse or bra on underneath I wouldn't have believed it. Someone else had obviously taken that picture. The photographer was standing some distance away and the lens was wide enough to get the lights of the Freemont Street Experience in the background. Toni was in the middle of the shot and the surprised expressions of several people could be seen as the walked next to her. If I saw her at the gym tomorrow I was going to have to ask her about that one. I also made a mental note to casually look for another wet spot on her shorts.

Alas she was not at the gym when I went the next morning and in the afternoon I drove down to Laughlin for the weekend. I made sure hubby understood my need for him to make time in his schedule to fuck me more than once that weekend. He told me things were working out and suggested trying to rent the house instead of selling it so I could move down sooner. I told him I wasn't ready to be a long distance landlord and that I had not given up on selling. I couldn't tell him the real reason was I was playing this new mind game where the thought of exposing myself in public and having sex with other women was keeping me up nights and making me orgasm like never before.

I drove back to Vegas late Sunday night and went straight to the computer. I was sitting at the desk, naked with a very wet pussy, when I finally had enough courage to post a picture of myself. Not my face, mind you, but a nice stiff nipple picture of my breasts and a second one with a finger in my pussy. It was so exciting to anonymously share myself with the world in that fashion. Almost immediately I started receiving messages from horny guys. I dismissed most of them out of hand. Then I got a message from one of Toni's friends from a group called Vegas Kinksters. I had looked at Mistress Jacqui's, as she called herself, profile when I was cyber-stalking Toni. I admit she had intrigued me. She had many pictures posted but none of herself, as far as I could tell. They all seemed to be of her friends. Toni's new picture was there and the other poses were similar in nature. Women in revealing poses or dressed in some sexy outfit apparently taking pictures for their mistress. I wasn't sure what to say to her so I just replied, "Hi."

She replied quickly and started asking me rather personal questions very quickly. I wondered if she had talked to Toni and knew my profile was lying about my name and location or whether she had just found me from Toni's page or from one of my posts. As intrusive as her questions were, I found myself drawn to her and I answered her inquires truthfully. When she suggested we switch to Yahoo Messenger, I couldn't think of an excuse not to, so I told her I would have to create a profile as I didn't normally use Yahoo for chat. (That was a lie of course. Toni and I chatted several times but I didn't have an account for my secret persona.) Jacqui replied that I should drop the charade and login as myself. She said there was a friend request waiting. I guess she had talked to Toni about me.

About a minute later we were chatting. It was obvious Toni had told her many things about me, but she would not have known of my new feelings as I had never expressed those to Toni. After a few minutes of chatting Jacqui suggested a Yahoo voice call. I'd never done that. She asked if I had a microphone and I told her I didn't think so. Then she asked if I had a webcam. I told her our PC did have one of those. My husband used it for video meetings. She typed that most webcam have a built in microphone so I should hang on. Moments later my PC started beeping that I had an incoming call. I was a bit scared, but I clicked accept.

Although I had never seen her, I had a picture in my mind what she looked like. I still could only imagine what her features were like, but as to her voice, it was husky and like velvet. She definitely had an exotic accent, kind of an Eastern European superspy vibe to it. Once I heard her voice, the picture in my mind instantly switched to a dark haired beauty. No wonder Toni was sending her explicit pictures. She must be gorgeous. I'm sure my nervousness came through immediately on our call. She told me it was cute. That was sort of demeaning, but I didn't mind. Her manner had me anxiously waiting for her next word and needless to say my pussy was dripping in anticipation. "When we are done talking I was so going to fuck myself," I thought.

Jacqui's conversational skills were much like her chat skills. I was revealing very intimate details about my desires, my fantasies and myself. Her voice was dripping with lust. I was getting turned on revealing such intimate details to a stranger, although I felt like I had known her for years. Then I heard a soft moan come through my computer speakers. Could it be she was masturbating while listening to me? I had to know. So I asked. "Are you masturbating?"

Truthfully I wanted to do that myself, but I would have been mortified if she caught me doing it. She apparently didn't share my embarrassment. "Yes I am," she replied huskily. "Your voice is so sexy and the picture of your tits is beautiful. They are so perfect. Who did them? "

I was shocked. Even in this town, where fake breasts are everywhere, I had not had the experience of openly talking about them, let alone having them be a source of arousal for another woman. I was silent for a few moments. Then she chimed in again. "Heather, don't hold back. Tell me about them. Are they firm or do they have some bounce? Are your nipples sensitive? Do you like them sucked? Is your pussy wet?"

I was started to lose myself in the moment much like I had reading the stories for the first time. Only now it was much more intimate with this strange woman trying to get off on my pictures and my voice. I wasn't sure what to do. We were in new territory for me.

"I just know your pussy is wet," she continued. "Toni told me how excited you get riding the bike. How pointy do your nipples get. I can just picture them. I want to suck them. Are your tits big enough to lick your own nipples? I can do that. It's wonderful. I love to lick them while one of my horny slaves eats my pussy."

I'm sure she knew the effect she was having on me and I'm sure her game was more about getting herself off instead of driving me crazy. But I needed my own relief. With a loud sigh I began to finger myself.

"That's it baby," she cooed. "Make yourself cum for mama."

I wasn't saying anything. My eyes were closed and my fingers were busy.

"Heather," she said with a pleading voice. "I'm almost there. Turn on your webcam so I can see you."

I probably should have know that request was coming when she asked if I had one, but was not ready to show myself off and I told her so. She pleaded with me and it was a struggle to resist her.

"Please just show me your tits then. Zoom in on them. I just want to watch you play with your nipples."

Still I held back but it was tough. I'd already shown my nipples online so she probably figured if I would do that she could talk me into showing more. She was probably right. I was getting close to cumming myself and I considered it, but I really wasn't sure how to turn on the camera so I guess technology was contributing to my playing hard to get. Apparently it was working though as this mistress, who I figured was probably pretty tough, wasn't getting what she wanted and apparently although she was turned on, she couldn't quite get off. I felt a surge of power through my body that I was in charge. It turns out, that was short lived.

Mistress Jacqui said, "Well if you will not show me, I'm going to show you." Moments later a button that said "view camera" popped up on my screen. I felt a wave of lust surge through my body and I clicked on it. She was broadcasting apparently the same angle she had said would be acceptable for me. I couldn't see her head, although I could tell she had long red hair as a few strands had found their way forward over her shoulders. What she was broadcasting was the largest pair of breasts I'd ever seen live. They were monsters. She looked thin so they must have been fake. But they were spectacular. Then the camera panned down and showed me her pussy. She had a neatly trimmed landing strip, but otherwise she was bare and I could see evidence of juice on her thighs. There was also a big wet spot on the chair.

"I've been playing with my a couple of my slaves for about two hours, baby," she confided in me. "I've cum three times including one squirter," she admitted. "But since I've started talking to you, I need to cum again. You just watch. Knowing you are playing with yourself while you watch me will make me cum."

The camera zoomed back out a bit. I could now see her breasts and almost down to her pussy. I could see her arm moving as she frigged herself. She wasn't asking questions any more. She was describing what she was doing and how good it would feel if I was doing it to her. I could see her pinching her nipples and then hoisting her massive jugs up out of frame where I assume she was sucking her own nipples. I tried to do the same, but I couldn't quite reach. The tip of my tongue just barely grazed by stiff nipple, but not quite enough to get any real pleasure.

"Oh you sweet slut," she called out. "I love having my nipples sucked. Toni cancelled on my tonight. She is supposed to be here to take care of me. I love to lay back and have her worship my tits and then pleasure my pussy for hours. Will you come over?"

Never before had I heard such lust in a person's voice. Yes the offer was tempting, but no I didn't take it. Jacqui kept trying though. I think it was just her way of helping herself get off. I doubt she really expected me to rush out at that hour and go to her. Or maybe she did. She kept describing how great she felt and how her body was built for sex. I kept watching her and masturbating. I could have cum. I was close, but I was scared to let her hear me. She did not have that same fear as when she did cum she was loud. She screamed in pleasure and her breasts shook wildly. I felt the first pangs of orgasm as I watched her consumed by her own climax. I wanted to get off the call so I could finish myself in private. How long was she going to orgasm? It went on and on. I was struggling to hold back from my own shameless orgasm, although why I was thinking like that I don't know. Finally she came back to reality. But instead of thanking me for helping, she asked if I enjoyed the show. Then she asked if I had cum. I probably should have just said yes so I could hang up, but I admitted I didn't and that I was scared to do so with her on the phone.

"Nonsense," she replied. "How big is your husband's cock?" she asked very directly. I was back under her spell and I told her. "Do you have a dildo or vibe that size?" she asked next. Again I replied, "Yes."

"Then go and get it," she told me. "I'm sure I have one that size around here somewhere. Be back in a minute."

I watched as she got up and walked off camera. Her ass was as perfect as her breasts. I sat in silence in front of my computer continuing to strum my pussy. I didn't go get my vibe. I figured since she couldn't see me I could fake it. When she returned she had a dildo that was a pretty good replica of my husband's cock, although hers was a bit thicker. She asked if I had mine ready. I lied and said I did.

"OK," she began. "Now imagine we are taking turns sucking his cock."

On screen I could see her start to nibble the tip of her dildo before she began to lick the head.

"Does he like you to just tease him or does he prefer to have to deep throat him?" she asked before demonstrating both techniques. When I didn't answer right away she said, "Come on girl. Give me something. How do you suck his cock?"

I stammered that he likes me to take him all the way into my mouth and that he likes me to run my tongue up and down his shaft. Mistress Jacqui demonstrated on her dildo. "Like this?" she asked and I agreed with her. "Umm," she moaned onto the phallus before pulling it out, "I wish I had a real dick to suck right now. I should call one of my boytoys. Are you sucking your dildo?" I lied again and said I was. "Fuck yourself like I'm going to," she commanded.

I watched on the screen as she slid the dildo down between her breasts and then out of view. I could tell her moment of penetration from the look on her face. I could also tell from her arm movement that she was going to town on herself. "Come on girl, let me hear you," she said. "I want to hear you cum so I can cum again."

I still wasn't too sure of this whole situation, but I'd faked my own pleasure plenty of times with my husband so I figured I would do the same. I knew once I was in bed there would be no faking, as I would pleasure myself in much the same way she was doing. I just wasn't prepared to do it live for her. I don't know if I did a good job pretending to fuck myself and putting on an exaggerated audio show, but she seemed to like it. Either that or she just liked broadcasting her masturbation sessions to strangers. Maybe she was just lucky and could have multiple orgasms in quick succession. No matter what the cause she squealed in delight after just a few additional minutes. I still had not seen her face, but I was mesmerized by the jiggle of her tits when her body quaked in orgasm. After I had my fake climax and she had calmed down from hers I was prepared to log off. I said goodnight, somewhat impatiently as I wanted to get my own freak on. She closed our conversation telling me, "Next time no faking. Have a dildo at least as big as your husband and learn to turn your webcam on. I'll be in touch." And with that she logged out of Messenger.

I sat there stunned for a minute. How did she know just from listening to me that I was faking? And she just assumed there would be a next time. How arrogant. I shut down my computer and hurried to the bedroom. I didn't need any foreplay. I just needed my vibe. I lay down on the bed and got to it. I knew I would climax quickly. Usually I don't cum a second time without having a while to build up again after the first climax, but the way I was feeling perhaps tonight was different. I started by imagining my husband going down on me as I placed the vibe hard against my clit. "Ohhh," I moaned as the strong vibrations buzzed my body. As I figured the first pangs of orgasm began to build almost immediately. I threw my head back in pleasure. But then I had a different vision. Instead of my husband moving up my body to impale me with his cock, I saw Mistress Jacqui. Or more precisely I saw Mistress Jacqui's boobs. In my masturbatory fantasy my legs her spread and she was between them. I was still holding the vibe, but her left thigh was pressed against it forcing it hard against my clit. She was lying on top of me and cradling my head into her massive breasts.

"That's right baby," she cooed. "Suckle mama's nipples while you ride the vibe."

She was forcing me to masturbate and worship her nipples. And I loved it. I held the vibe tight on my clit as if it were being held by an unseen source. I tried to lift my own breasts again to my mouth but I couldn't quite make it. In my mind however I was being smothered and my only way out was to pleasure her. I took my index finger on my left hand and began sucking on it imagining it was her nipple. It was firm against my tongue. As I sealed my lips around my finger I could have sworn I heard her moan. Then I came. But my fantasy mistress wasn't satisfied. "Keep sucking, slave girl," she said with an authoritarian tone. "You're learning fast and I want to watch you cum again."

Now she started moving her hips causing the vibe to dance side to side. Unlike my previous experiences, my orgasmic high never really subsided. My body held itself at a peak level of excitement and within two minutes I was climaxing again. Then my fantasy lover commanded me to flip over and push the vibe into my steaming pussy. I rolled over onto my hands and knees and reached between with the vibe. Now my virtual mistress was sitting in front of me. I still hadn't seen her face. Her vision of sexual prowess was still just a magnificent pair of breasts but know I saw her pussy and thighs as well. At first she just held my head against her chest. I didn't have to nurse her this time. On her command I began fucking myself. She praised me for being a "good girl" and asked if I wanted to make her "very happy."

I knew what she wanted and even though I had never done it in my life, I slid my head down between her legs. Later that morning when I woke up and had a perfect memory of everything that happened the night before. I could remember ever word of our conversation and how I came three times on my bed. My most striking memory, however, was the fact that my last orgasm occurred when I went down on a ghost. I mean, I know she wasn't there. I'd hung up our online call. But I could swear she was sitting in front of me guiding my actions. She told me what to do, I did it and I was rewarded with three of the best orgasms I'd ever had. If you had asked me I would have told you I could still taste her juices on my tongue. It was a weird experience to say the least, but also very powerful.

Later that morning I met up with Toni at the gym. This time I wasn't scared to talk to her about her friend. I wanted to know everything. Toni didn't seem to be hiding any information, but she didn't seem to know much either. She admitted she had never met Mistress Jacqui and had never even seen her or talked to her. When I told her I had done both the night before she was obviously jealous. I told her about watching Jacqui's webcam but I didn't tell her about my virtual session in the bed afterwards. Toni told me Jacqui liked to have her get dressed up in some revealing outfit and walk around the strip or Freemont street showing off. I asked her about the picture of her flashing her breasts and she blushed. "You saw that?" she asked. "Well, yeah," I replied. "It's on your profile."

"I guess it is," she said almost defeated. "Jacqui ordered me to do that."

I decided not to press the issue of her following Jacqui's commands. With my limited experience with her I'm sure she could be very persuasive in getting someone to do whatever she wanted. "Who took the picture?" I asked. "It obviously wasn't you."

"Yeah, that was the worst part," she admitted. "You didn't see the other one. I have not had the courage to post it. She sent me down there in that short skirt, stocking and heels plus the coat you saw me open to flash my boobs. My instruction was to find a tourist couple to snap the picture. She also said if they invited me back to their hotel to go with them and do whatever they wanted. I struggled to find a couple I wouldn't mind fucking if it came to that, but mostly I was looking for a strong woman with a nerdy guy so she would tell him I wasn't going with them. But everyone out that night looked like townies or couples where the guy was more in charge. Finally I found a young Asian couple. They didn't seem to speak much English. I held out my camera and pointed at the lights and then at me and he seemed to understand I wanted him to take my picture. I know it is a stereotype but he seemed very happy to be asked and his girlfriend didn't seem to mind. I took my position and he snapped a quick picture. He started walking back toward me with his hand outstretched to give me the camera back but I held up my hand and raised a finger. Then I took a slightly more provocative pose. He seemed to understand."