Take care of things myself and move on with my life tomorrow

Wiping the remnants of tears from my face, I walked upstairs and into the bedroom. I turned on the light. Everything in the house seemed stuffy. I walked to the window and opened it, letting the night air brush against me yet again. The feelings of arousal stirred up as expected; I tried to ignore them as I looked toward the side of the neighbors’ house. An upstairs light was on, probably their son Tommy’s room. Paul had talked about wanting a son. The prospect had once filled me with hope. I stifled a sob as I walked into the bathroom.

I washed my face and looked into the mirror. My robe had fallen open again. I was sexy; I knew it. For the first time, I didn’t blame myself. I blamed Paul. I rubbed my hand over my stiff nipples and down to my clean-shaven slit. I bit my lip and discarded the robe altogether, walking back to the bedroom. I was as horny as I could ever remember being.

I picked up my laptop and crawled onto my bed. I had never really felt comfortable watching pornography, but had once or twice done some naughty chatting with a friend when I was younger. I remembered cumming multiple times in those few sessions.

Recently, one of my friends had told me about a website where you could chat with strangers anonymously, and how she would get online for a bit of fun when she felt the urge. It was time for me to give it a try. I typed in the website and connected with a stranger.

Stranger: ASL???
You: 21 f USA
Stranger: cool. 27 M USA
Stranger: what’s going on?
You: Not much. In a fight with my husband, looking for something to occupy my time.
Stranger: That’s too bad. What was the fight about?

I had made a mistake mentioning the fight. I didn’t want to get into it. I wanted quick, passionate release. I tried to steer the conversation that way.

You: Sex. I want it. He doesn’t.
Stranger: Wow. You’d never have that problem if I were your husband haha.
You: LOL. Well then I wish you were my husband. ;)
Stranger: …
Stranger: Maybe we can pretend I am.

It worked. The stranger was up for it, and I was more than willing to oblige.

You: I’d like that haha. I’m very horny.
Stranger: Well, then baby, I can definitely help.
Stranger: First off, what are you wearing?
You: Not a thing ;)
You: I’m on my bed, all alone, missing my husband.
Stranger: Which is me! Haha
You: Who else? ;)
Stranger: That sounds so sexy, you on our (hehe) bed, naked. I’d love a pic?

I thought about that for a second. I had never taken a nude photo of myself before, but I wasn’t thinking straight.

You: hmmmm … I’ve never really done that before.
You: But if you’ll give me a minute, I will for you, baby.

I rummaged through the closet. I found the digital camera I had bought for Paul before we were married. The only pictures on there were of our honeymoon. Without a thought, I deleted them all. If Paul was done with us, so was I. I ran to the bathroom and put my makeup on, deep cherry red lipstick, enough to look classy, with just a touch of a wild side. I stood back and admired my work. “I could be a model,” I thought. “He’s going to love this.”

I ran back to my bedroom and lined up the camera on the dresser, pointed toward the bed. I set the timer and posed. First, a picture of me pinching my nipple, looking seductive for the camera. Next, a picture of me from behind, spreading my pussy wide. Finally, me spread eagle, looking directly into the lens. There was no hint of shame left in my face.

I had to admit, just taking the pictures was cathartic. I uploaded them to my computer, got the stranger’s address, and sent them to him. I didn’t even have a second thought about it. I was a woman possessed..

You: Like what you see, baby?
Stranger: Oh WOW! You’re so hottttt.
Stranger: I wish I was with you right now.
You: me too, honey. What would you do to me if you were?
Stranger: I’d crawl into bed with you and start by licking you all over.
You: ooh, yeah, baby?
Stranger: yeah. I’d lick your sexy little nipples and bite at them. I’d drive you crazy.
Stranger: I’d play with your boobs for hours.
Stranger: Then, finally I’d go down on you. I’d lick your tight pussy up and down.
You: oooooh, yess. I need that.

I did need it. I was playing with myself as he talked, pinching my nipples and rubbing my clit. This wasn’t going to take long at all.

Stranger: I’d plunge my tongue in and out over and over again until you came.
Stranger: Then, I’d take my giant cock out and make you suck it.
You: I love sucking cock.
Stranger: I’d make you deep throat me. I’d slam in and out of your wet mouth.

By now, I was rubbing furiously and using my other hand to finger myself. I wasn’t even responding to him anymore. I was just reading and getting closer and closer.

Stranger: I’d pull out and make you lick my balls.
Stranger: When I was ready, I’d flip you over, and pull you up by your gorgeous hair.
Stranger: I’d fuck your ass, honey. I’d fuck it deep and rough.
Stranger: At first, you’d scream, but you’d take it, and learn to love it.

I’d never even thought about anal before. But this drove me over the edge. I was cumming, and moaned loudly into the night.

Stranger: I’d spank your hot ass and keep fucking and fucking you.
Stranger: I’d fill your round ass with my jizz.
Stranger: You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Your ass filled with my jizz.

Finally, I looked back at the screen and felt dirty. What had I done?? I slammed the computer shut and pulled the covers over me. I was still catching my breath as I looked out the window and noticed the light go out in Tommy’s room.