After two hours of fucking every hole I had, (I could swear at one point it was in my ear) and sucking his cock so hard my entire mouth hurt, we just collapsed into the best sleep we had in a long time.
It was 4 PM when we woke up.
I jumped into the shower and Mike went downstairs to put the coffee on. In our night shift world, it's our breakfast. As I sashayed into the kitchen, I heard the shower running in the downstairs bath.
Coffee smelled so good and there were bagels and cream cheese on table.
While I was opening the drawer for a knife, to cut the bagels, Mike stepped out of the bathroom and said, "What the hell happened last night, at work, to get you so fucking horny?"
I told him about Virtual Places. I was no professional at cyber-sex yet, so it was hard to explain. I mean really, chat rooms where people are fucking, sucking, peeing, fisting and anything else you could ever imagine.
There were lesbian rooms, prayer group rooms, rooms with waterfalls and fireplaces, teen rooms, just to mention a few.
You could virtually land in the fishbowl and then in less that two minutes be swept away by someone like Masterful. It is so hard for anyone to believe how the power of the mind, seeing words being typed on a monitor, can drive your pussy into spasms.
But believe me, it happened. I was hooked in one night.
Mike took it all in, not really grasping the concept, but told me whatever it was, he liked the benefits he was reaping.
He kissed me and went out to run a few errands. As I was clearing the table and putting stuff in the dishwasher, my mind kept racing back to Masterful and his words on the screen, his soft kisses and caresses. I felt my pussy getting moist.
What is wrong with me? I'm married, with two kids ages 10 and 9 and Catholic, no less. What would my problem-solving nun, Sister Catherine Mary, think?
Crap, what would make me think of her, after all these years? Is this a problem? No, it’s just fun, but why was this stranger affecting me like this?
The rest of the day went pretty well. I read the paper, washed some clothes, vacuumed, normal everyday shit.
The kids were all out and Mike was fiddling around in the garage, when it hit me like a ton of bricks.
Is this CHEATING??? How could it be? It's not physical, no real touching. Shit, I don't even know the guy.
Anyway, I told my husband, so it must be ok...right?
Mike left for work about 10 PM.
When I kissed him goodbye and closed my eyes, I felt Masterful, running his fingers through my hair and plunging his sweet tongue deep into my mouth.
I was in dreamland. I heard Mike say something as he was pulling out of the driveway, but I'd be damned to know what it was, all I heard was Masterful's voice.
I couldn't wait to go back to work. Maybe I'd go in a little early and relieve the evening shift nurse..
Yeah, that sounded like a plan!
I ran inside, like I was on fire, yelled to the kids goodnight, grabbed my scrubs and left for another night of romance!
That whole "Wonder of me Bullshit," that all new couples have to endure for a night or two during early courtship was so draining lay ahead.
After that, where would my handsome prince take me tonight?
London, Paris, Rome, the Matterhorn?
Maybe the mideast or Africa…Casablanca anyone?
That’s the beauty of Virtual Places. You can be anyone at any place, at any time in history!
Cheating? Nah, we’re just having fun…aren’t we?
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