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The house is quiet as I sit on my bed. “Finally,” I think to myself going over whether I have everything done for the day. Kids are tucked in and sleeping upstairs in their rooms and the house is picked up.
I am all alone in my room the quiet is a relief but also painful. My husband decided to leave me. I look around at the piles of clothes and dishes filling the sink. He left nine months ago.
“You aren’t doing it for me anymore.” He tells me as he is packing up. “You are not adventurous enough during sex I’m tired of the same ole missionary position with the lights out.”
He never asked for anything different. Maybe I should have tried to spice it up. However I didn’t know till the end that he was bored.
I knew he had been cheating on me with his secretary at work. I thought it was a passing affair so I stayed for the kids. I didn’t want to bring on this pain.
The divorce proceedings are going slow he seems to be in no rush. He knows I don’t have a lot of money for the legal fees. He seems to be enjoying just leaving me waiting. The house is nice and the kids have plenty so I guess I’ll wait it out.
My secret is, a few months ago I decided to go online and at least read some stories and please myself. As I read I noticed there was a chat site. So I made a basic profile. I did put in my true features. I’m not a skinny ninny model. I am five foot five and curvy. I have 38C breasts and some pounds to go with it.
Online my size didn’t seem to matter as it seemed to attract a particular sort of man. They seemed to want to dominate and use me. I had never had any experience in this with my husband but I really seemed to enjoy it.
The divorce is only a formality so its not really cheating... is it? If I get caught then I don’t know, I’m sure my good for nothing, other than money at this point, husband will use it against me. I want to be a mother of course as I love my children. At the same time I have needs too.
The kids are sleeping yet I’m so nervous as I wonder if DomB43 will be there. We have been chatting for a while and I’ve started to look forward to our chats. I grab a glass of wine and sit in my bed and log in wondering if he’ll be there.
DomB43 is logged in, his nick visible as soon as you log in. As has been the custom, he notices that I amon fairly quickly and messages.
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I take a sip from the glass of wine excited to see the familiar greeting, surprised that this could happen online. My heart flutters from a simple greeting.
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Oh no! How did I forget so quickly as I quickly type out.
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“Oh my.” I think to myself he has never asked me that before. I mean I have been asked before but not by him. I debate if I should answer as it feels like he is looking through the screen.
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I take a deep breath, and think ah what the hell may as well tell him.
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I smile to myself. Wondering why I like the praise, but so far following his directions has felt so good. I find myself rubbing my clit and wondering where it could go almost all the time.
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Feeling overwhelmed I click close on the chat screen, sipping my glass of wine. I wonder what it would be like to submit, but I sit there confused and go to bed.
A few days pass and its Friday night, the kids are at their Dads and I’’ve really missed our chats. Also, I’m feeling excited, wondering what it would be like to submit for real. The wine and the need to play overtake my sense of decency or upbringing. I get my glass of wine and dress up in some sexy lingerie and a light robe as I log in to the chat site.
[20:42:23] DomB43 is logged in, but this time the normal message from him does not appear immediately on my screen. I wait for a few minutes wondering if he will contact me as 5 minutes pass and I click away from some other people sending messages.
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There is a pause that feels like an eternity and I wonder if he has moved on.
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I regret now telling him these details as I didn’t know the trap he was laying.
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To me in the moment it made a lot of sense. I was enjoying the attention and that night I was so ready to be taken.
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See I told you I wasn’t in my right mind who thinks of asking to be punished. I probably had read too many stories online.
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“Oh, No!” I did hit send. I should log out again and stop this but as with many of the steps I’ve taken I shouldn’t have taken, this was one of them. I take a deep breathe and reply.
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I had dressed up for him and now was rubbing my clit, the wine was setting in. Or, I willingly went down this road.
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I’m no slut, who does this guy think he is.
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I wonder if he chuckled at my odd backbone moments.
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And I began my first obedience training.
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Oh my I had never thought of the possibility but I’m excited as I rub my clit. The glass of wine is done. I pull of the robe quickly.
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Ask permission? Is he serious but I want to continue so...
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“Ooohhhh,” I moaned as I quivered and shook, I had never cum so hard in my whole life.
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I was hooked!