Brad: I’d make you walk around naked, wearing nothing but a butt plug.
Olivia’s eyes widened as Brad’s text lit up on the screen in front of her. She could feel her heart thumping, but more than that she could feel the slippery heat between her legs as she rubbed urgently at her clit with two fingers.
She tapped back a reply with her spare hand and hit enter. Olivia: I want you to use me… make me your slut…
Her mouth was dry and she licked her lips, her eyes fluttering closed as she let a soft moan escape her throat. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. When she opened her eyes again, Brad’s response had appeared. Brad: Oh I would… I’d make you my little whore, make you beg me for it… tie your hands behind your back and make you suck on my dick.
A whimper escaped Olivia’s open mouth as her eyes gazed at the screen. Olivia: I want you to fuck me so hard. Treat me like a worthless whore. Brad: I’d tie you up and leave you alone with your legs wide open, your slutty cunt dripping with your juices.
Olivia rubbed faster at her swollen clit, imagining him doing just that, leaving her exposed and vulnerable to his every whim. She moved to the edge of her chair, spreading her legs wider apart so she could slide one slim finger into her aching pussy. Olivia: I’m so wet right now. Brad: I’ll bet you are. I’ll bet you want me to come over and fuck you until you scream.
Olivia’s fingers trailed further back to her anus and she teased it with the tip of her finger, imagining it to be his hand. Olivia: I’d let you fuck my ass.
The confession appeared on the chat log as she pressed enter and she waited breathlessly for his reaction. Brad: I’d fuck it raw.
Oh. My. God. Her finger slipped inside her anus and she groaned softly as she fingered it.
A question appeared on the screen. Brad: Are you frigging yourself? Olivia: Yes.
His reply was almost instantaneous. Brad: Send me a picture.
Olivia suppressed a moan as she reached for her smartphone, snapping a shot of her dripping cunt before transferring it to her laptop and examining it. She’d painstakingly waxed her pussy the day before, leaving behind a thin strip of hair, just the way he liked it. She smiled to herself as she uploaded the file and sent it to him.
A moment later his reaction appeared. Brad: I want to bite that little clit.
Olivia’s fingers plunged fervently into her wet pussy as her thumb roughly massaged her clit. Brad: Don’t cum yet.
She stared at the screen aghast. She was so close, but her fingers paused submissively. Olivia: Why not? Brad: You’ll find out tomorrow.
And he’d logged off.
Olivia slumped back in her chair, her heart still thumping. Her pussy was throbbing with need but she dutifully pulled her skirt back down over her legs and sighed. She wanted to go upstairs and dig out her favourite vibrator and use it until she brought herself to an intense orgasm, but the game Brad wanted to play was so much more alluring. And besides, her husband Ryan was already in bed and she could hardly masturbate with him around, especially after how often she neglected his needs.
With a sigh, she cleared the browser history. Ryan thought she was working, and she had been, until she’d seen Brad was online. From there, she hadn’t been able to resist chatting to him and as usual, their chats had become dirtier and dirtier as the time wore on.
A pang of guilt washed over her as she thought of Ryan, alone upstairs. They never seemed to meet in the middle of their king-sized bed anymore. In fact, now that she came to think of it, she couldn’t even remember the last time they’d had sex.
They’d drifted apart without quite meaning too. Somewhere between the hectic work schedules, messy renovations and family issues the spark between them had gone out, fizzled away to nothing and there didn’t seem to be anything Olivia could do about it. After their high-school romance and whirlwind marriage, everything had ground to a halt and she didn’t have the energy to try and get the fun back.
And then she’d met Brad. Olivia wandered into the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of Merlot from the fridge, pouring herself a large glass. She settled herself on the countertop, taking a thoughtful sip of wine. Her relationship with Ryan had been brilliant to begin with but the sex was always so vanilla. She hadn’t even known she’d wanted anything more until she’d met Brad. From there, she found herself indulging in the craziest fantasies with him, the kind Ryan could never fulfil. At least she thought he couldn’t. After all, it wasn’t like she’d shared them with him – she was too afraid of exposing that side of her in case it repulsed him.
The creak of the bottom stair jostled her out of her thoughts and a few seconds later Ryan appeared in the doorway.
“I thought you were asleep.” Olivia’s voice came out sharper than she’d intended and she inwardly cringed, not wanting to hurt his feelings.
He was wearing nothing but his pyjama bottoms and her eyes flicked briefly across his muscular arms and torso. He was still attractive, of course he was, but that spark she used to feel when she saw him was missing. He ran a hand through his rumpled brown hair and yawned.
“Couldn’t sleep.” He crossed over to the sink and filled a glass with water.
The silence hung between them. It was unbearable. It used to be so easy to talk to him, about anything and everything, but now the words stuck in Olivia’s throat, choked back with guilt and remorse. It was times like these when she wished she’d try to salvage what was left of their marriage, rather than having engaged in cyber sex with a complete stranger.
She swirled the last of her wine around in her glass, hating herself. Ryan watched her.
“Are you coming to bed?” She detected the glimmer of hope in his voice and when she looked at him, the anticipation was clear in his face.
“No, I need to finish my work thing.” That, at least, was truthful.
Ryan sighed heavily. “You work too hard.” He hesitated for a second, as if wondering whether to say anything more but then he turned and walked out, leaving her feeling guiltier than ever.
Dejectedly, Olivia picked up the bottle of Merlot and refilled her glass before heading back to her laptop.
Ryan was eating cereal at the breakfast bar when the mailman dropped off a small brown parcel, addressed to Olivia.
She shrugged, turning it over in her hands, almost opening it in front of him before realising it might be something from Brad.
“I don’t know.”
“Open it then.”
“I’m going to be late.”
She dropped the parcel into her purse and drained her coffee. “See you tonight.”
She was out of the door before he could protest and a minute later she was in the car. As she drove to work, her fingers itched to open the package, but she held tightly to the steering wheel, forcing herself to wait. He’d sent her something. She could hardly believe it. The possibilities whirled through her mind and she tried to keep herself together as the doubts crept in. Maybe she shouldn’t have given him her home address. What if he sent something and Ryan opened it by mistake?
She chewed nervously on her lower lip as she realised just how little she knew about Brad. She hadn’t even seen a photo of him yet, despite the numerous ones she’d sent him. What if he was one of those internet horror stories and ended up being a psychotic stalker? But the thought of the package swept away all her misgivings and her eyes flicked impatiently to her purse on the seat beside her.
By the time she got to work, Olivia’s nerves were a mess of excitement. She took a detour to the ladies room and locked herself into a cubicle, pulling the package out and unwrapping it with trembling fingers. Her heart thumped as a small box fell into her hands. Holding her breath, she opened it. Her eyes widened and her stomach clenched deliciously. It was a butt plug. She lifted it out of the packaging. It looked so shiny, and so beautiful. Her heart thumped as she leaned against the door of the cubicle and ran the rounded tip across her palm. Somehow even that simple action turned her on.
A piece of paper fluttered out of the wrapping to the floor and she paused to pick it up. Put this in as soon as you get it. Brad.
Her breath escaped her. Surely he couldn’t mean…? Not now… She was at work for heavens sake! But despite her initial qualms she found herself inexplicably pulling her grey skirt up and lubricating the plug with her juices before she pressed it against the tight star of her ass. After a moment of hesitation it slipped inside, stretching her tunnel, and finding its place there. She moaned at the alien feeling of heaviness and her fingers slipped to her soaking pussy. How could something so small, and so wrong, turn her on this much?
She took a moment to collect herself, putting her panties and skirt back in place before exiting the cubicle. She stared at her flushed, needy face in the mirror as she washed her hands and couldn’t help wondering how long Brad expected her to keep the plug in for. It was all she was aware of as she walked out of the toilets and upstairs to the communal office where she worked.
She wondered if her colleagues could tell something was amiss as she lowered herself gently into her seat and switched on her computer. She felt like she was soaking straight through her lacy black panties and the thought terrified her. All through the morning she shifted nervously in her chair, trying to keep her mind on her work, but failing miserably. At lunch she hurried outside into the hot July sunshine before ducking into her favourite café across the road.
Once seated in a corner, with an iced tea in front of her, she pulled out her phone and went online. Her heart leapt as she realised Brad was logged in too. She sent him a quick IM. Olivia: I got your package…
A second later he replied. Brad: Did you put it in?
Olivia shifted on the hard wooden chair, feeling the plug moving against the walls of her anus. Olivia: Yes. Brad: Are you wet? Olivia: Soaking.
It was true. The excitement of the plug and the frustration that had built up all morning had her panties drenched with need. It was all she could do not to plunge her fingers down her skirt and get herself off then and there. Brad: I want you to cum.
Olivia’s eyes widened as she glanced nervously around the café. Olivia: When? Brad: Now.
A shot of excitement coursed through her, and her ass clenched around the plug. Making sure no one was watching, she slid her fingers beneath the waistband of her skirt and gently stroked her swollen clit. A small sigh escaped her lips and she hooked her ankles around the legs of her chair, widening her legs. She dragged the chair closer to the table, ensuring the tablecloth hid what she was doing.
She rubbed her throbbing clit in slow circles, her eyes still looking warily around the café. She began to imagine Brad’s tongue between her legs, flicking against her clit and sliding up into her pussy. He’d tease her, drawing back just short of her orgasm before setting to work again, his strong hands holding her thighs wide for him. Her eyes drifted closed as her fantasies crowded her mind. All she could think of was Brad. No matter how much of a mystery he was, he was there with her, pulling that damn plug out of her ass and replacing it with his thick cock, driving it in deep, again and again, one hand pulling her hair and the other fingering her dripping pussy.
Olivia bit down hard on her lip as her orgasm rushed through her, her ass clenching deliciously around the butt plug. It took her a moment to come down and she pressed her legs together hard, letting the aftershocks wash through her body. Slowly, she opened her eyes. Thankfully, nobody was paying her any attention. She picked up her phone off the table. Brad: Are you still there? Olivia: Barely… Brad: I wish I was there to see you. Olivia: Same.
She hesitated and then took the plunge. Olivia: Why don’t we meet up? In real life? Brad: You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that! Olivia: Well then we should. I want to know you for real.
There was a pause. Brad: How about this weekend?
Olivia’s heart palpitated. That soon? She’d have to sort out some excuse for Ryan but that was nothing compared to the thought of actually seeing Brad. She swallowed hard and typed her reply. Olivia: Okay. Brad: Saturday afternoon okay for you? Olivia: Sounds good. Where? Brad: I don’t know yet. I’ll tell you later this week.
Oh god, they were actually going to meet up! Olivia felt a stirring deep inside her and she squirmed in her chair, unable to quell the excitement. Olivia: I can’t believe we’re really doing this. Brad: I can! :D Catch you later!
And that was it. Olivia leaned back in her chair, her mind struggling to process all of it. She was going to meet him! In the flesh! She wondered absentmindedly what she should wear and where they’d be going. But those were minor details. She was actually going to see Brad, for the first time ever. She shook her head, unable to stop the smile spreading across her face as she contemplated the possibilities. Reaching forward, she picked up her iced tea but thanks to her preoccupations it had gone warm and with a jolt she realised her lunch break was already over.
On Friday night, Olivia told Ryan that she had a staff training course to attend the next day. She hated lying to him but it was her only option. He didn’t seem particularly bothered though; he was planning a day of beers and sunshine at their local pub. She watched him guiltily as he ate the lasagne she’d cooked for him. It was his favourite meal and in some perverse way, she felt like she was compensating him by making it. But in her heart she knew nothing could compensate for what she and Brad had planned to do.
“Are you going to eat that?” Ryan asked, interrupting her thoughts as he gestured at her barely-touched plate of food.
“No.” The butterflies in her stomach turned her off the idea of eating and she pushed the plate towards Ryan.
“Thanks. This is delicious.” He smiled at her and Olivia forced herself to smile back, though in that moment she felt like the biggest whore in the whole wide world.
Absentmindedly, she considered calling the whole thing off. But she couldn’t. She was addicted to the buzz she got from sharing her dirtiest fantasies with Brad and for those fantasies to be fulfilled was something she couldn’t resist. She was weak, and she knew it. Dejectedly, she cleared the table and loaded the dishwasher.
In under twenty-four hours, everything was going to change.
Olivia could hear the sound of Icona Pop blaring from someone’s car, the jingle of an ice-cream van. Her skirt brushed against the backs of her knees as she walked as steadily as she could across the busy road. Her hair was pulled up in a long swinging ponytail and the sun beat down, warm and soothing on the back of her bare neck. For the tenth time she cursed her decision to wear heels instead of sandals. She was sure she was going to fall over and make a complete fool of herself.
Somehow though she made it to the cafe without any mishaps. She hesitated outside, twisting her fingers together as she contemplated what she was about to do. From here, there would be no turning back: It would no longer be a little internet fantasy anymore, but a full blown adulterous affair. Stomach churning, she stepped back and scoped out the cafe. It wasn’t remarkable, just an average run-of-the-mill coffee house. The doors were wide open, inviting. She could see people inside watching a Manchester United game on the widescreen television on the wall, and there were people sitting at the tables outside, enjoying a chat over their drinks.
Olivia took a deep breath. She couldn’t remember ever being this nervous and the anxiety was making her feel light-headed. Smoothing her hands down the front of her sleeveless blouse she closed her eyes for a second, regaining control of her wayward nerves. This was it. She’d been looking forward to this moment, and now she was here. And Brad was here too, inside this cafe, waiting for her. Without giving herself a chance to chicken out, Olivia walked through the open doors and into the warm, hazy building.
The air conditioning blew a cool breeze across her bare arms, the aroma of strong coffee greeting her. Her green eyes swept across the busy shop floor, taking in the variety of customers. There were couples, young and old, teenage girls gossiping over cappuccinos, children with their noses pressed against the glass display of cakes and singletons reading newspapers along the bar at the side.
Her eyes jumped from person to person, seeking out the man she’d come to meet. She had a feeling that she’d recognise him, even without knowing what he looked like. Something told her that she’d know who he was. In her head, she had a vague mental image of him. She imagined average height, dark blonde hair and brown eyes. She couldn’t have been more wrong. When she finally sought him out, she froze. He was tall, and his hair was brown. She recognised him, but for the wrong reason. It was Ryan.
She tried to process the mess of confusion in her mind. Had he followed her here? Had he known all along? She walked across the polished hardwood floor, her heels clicking on the panels as she approached him. He was leaning against the wall by the window and for a second she was transported back to the very first time she’d spoken to him, in the locker room at high school.
She swallowed hard. “What are you doing here?”
“Waiting for you.” He pulled out a chair at a nearby table and gestured for her to sit down.
Olivia did so, but only because she felt she might collapse without it.
Ryan walked around to the other side of the small square table and sat down opposite her.
“You know?” Olivia couldn’t look him in the eye. If she’d felt guilty before, it was nothing compared to the shame coursing through her now.
“I do.” Ryan leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on the table. “But only because it was me.”
Olivia frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“It was me.” Ryan repeated and she saw the ghost of a smile cross his face. “Brad was me, I was Brad. It was me all along.”
“You?” Olivia whispered disbelievingly. “That’s impossible.” But even as she said it, she could feel the pieces slipping into place. The flirtatious banter, the way they were never in the same room when she spoke to Brad. It was
possible. But why the hell would Ryan do something like that?
She gazed at him. “Why?”
“Because I wanted to get close to you again.” He reached across the table and took her hand. She felt the cool metal of his wedding ring against her palm. “I felt this distance between us and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I wanted you to talk to me like you used to but you were so busy all the time.”
“Then I saw you on that social networking site and I thought if we couldn’t talk in real life, maybe we could talk in other ways. So I set up a profile and then… well, I made you fall for me again.”
Olivia stared at him. “I can’t believe it.”
Ryan shrugged, almost sheepishly. “I can.”
Olivia shook her head, trying to clear her mind. “But aren’t you mad? I mean, I was going to hook up with another man.” She found his smile contagious. “At least I thought
“I’m just glad you planned to cheat on me with me.” Ryan said, smiling at her. “If that makes sense. And also, now I know all your deepest darkest fantasies.”
Olivia blushed extravagantly. “And you’re not disgusted?”
“Not in the slightest. In fact, I’m seriously turned on. Everything I said I wanted to do to you, I really do want to do.”
“Really?” Olivia asked a little too quickly.
“Really.” He smiled his heart-warming smile at her, the one she’d fallen in love with all those years ago. “I want to start again, Liv. Me and you, and my alter ego Brad, of course.”
Olivia smiled. “I’ve been waiting a long time to meet him.”
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