Yes again

I quickly realize that the messages begin to consume more and more of my time, even when I don't reply to them. I am getting tens of messages with each passing moment. However, I quickly start to enjoy quite a few of the conversations, even if they are borderline flirtatious. Different ranges of men, ranging from younger to older, are causing me to feel good about myself. So I tell myself that I can afford to have some fun. It's not like I would actually meet anyone, right?

A part of me begins to fantasize, in the safety of my home, the possibility of meeting someone. How will it turn out? Will I meet a man and have such a good conversation that we'd meet some more? Maybe we become friends. Or maybe... just maybe...

That's when I stop myself, momentarily, from indulging further. I give my head a shake. I can't cheat like all those other terrible women. They ruined my own marriage with my husband, so I cannot be one of them. At the same time, I cannot deny that my loneliness and frustrations are consuming me from within. I have this longing to be treated better and I'm not getting any younger. Is there anything else I could lose besides time?

Out of sheer curiosity, I re-open one of the messages that have a dick pic in it, Beside the picture, the man describes that he is hard for me and I laugh at the attempt to 'woo' me. Still, the sight of it makes me think about how it is not too late to continue my fantasy of being wanted. My husband is almost never home, but when he is home, he is not usually able to have sex with me because he has spent his time with someone else. Sometimes I can get him hard from my actions, but I never get anything else out of it. The thought of that makes me even more motivated to chat with other men like you.

My conversations with you and other men become more and more regular. You, in particular, start to know me more as I feel more comfortable. It helps that you didn't start off with sexually charged messages, so I felt safe. Eventually, you'd be able to casually brainstorm the things we'd do together in person, such as bowling, or going out for food, and I don't think think any of our conversations are weird. As for you, you don't feel put off that I have kids.

After a couple more weeks of fun and flirty conversations, you're able to convince me to start sharing more pictures, though I still refuse to send any nude ones. However, with some encouragement from you and from other men, I decide to send more risque pictures, which causes everyone to intensify their advances - and it starts to get crazy from here...