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She is a beautiful, sensual, and sexy woman who needs passion, welcomes experimentation, and wants to fulfill her sexual fantasies. But even she thinks all those wants and needs sound like a dangerous combination for a fifty-five-year-old married woman. She is about to learn just how destructive her choices can be.
As she begins looking for lovers online who can satisfy every wanton, animalistic desire that her husband cannot, she meets both younger men and older men-and all but two are married. Despite being new to the world of affairs, she enthusiastically plunges into covert, wild liaisons with a corporate attorney, a police officer, a doctor, a grad student, a French Canadian, and a young executive. She soon discovers, though, that the world of online sexual escapades is a game, and she is not privy to all the rules.
She is a fantasy, an erotic cocktail, and every man's wet dream. But she is also a professional, respectable lady, and the epitome of married innocence. Only time will tell if she will ever be able to separate her intense sexual desires from what she really needs to find in the end-herself.
The mistake was mine for getting in his car in the first place. We were in a shopping center parking lot in broad daylight. What the fuck was I thinking? I'm a mature woman, not a teenager with raging hormones. Shit!
When we met, he was wearing jeans. There was nothing wrong with that; a t-shirt, still nothing wrong with that; and well-worn dock shoes. Maybe they were comfortable, I don't know. Should he have dressed a little more presentable to meet me the first time? Yes, I think he should have made a better effort to impress me. After all, I had taken special care to look attractive. Even though I was wearing jeans, I had on a nice low-cut sweater and a pair of heels, and my beautiful blonde hair was flowing down my back.
He was shorter than I expected; shorter and stockier than he looked in his Secret Lover profile photo which showed him in jeans, shirtless, and standing beside a motorcycle. His profile said that he was five foot eight, but he clearly wasn't that tall. His face was wide, and he had short, thick black hair. Actually his head looked larger than it should have been for his body size. I don't know why I agreed to meet him after I saw his pictures. Maybe I was just lonely and wanted attention.
We sat in Panera Bread and talked for the good part of an hour, about work, our spouses, travel, just normal chit-chat, and then he asked if I wanted to take a walk. We walked for another thirty minutes before he asked me to sit in his car.
We kissed for a while, then he unhooked my bra and rolled my nipple between his fingers. Nipples are my most erogenous zone. Touch my nipples and you're irresistible. He didn't know that, of course. It was just lucky for him. He unsnapped my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper so he could get to my pussy. I have to admit, it did feel good, but we were in a public place in broad daylight. Somehow, though, I was able to focus enough to cum. Then he asked me to suck his cock. I didn't want to, but didn't know how to say no. I really am bad at this game. Lucky for me it was small, so small I wasn't even sure he had a hard on. I did the best I could with what I had to work with since I've never sucked a cock that tiny. Finally he came, although it seemed to take forever, and I so much wanted it to be over with.
Should I expect to have sex just because my pussy gets wet from kissing? Does that mean you're attracted to someone? I'm a little confused about that, but what the fuck do I know? I'm a married woman who has never had affairs, I'm an affair virgin. He dropped me off at my car on his way to a store to buy a new T-shirt since the one he was wearing now had cum and my make-up all over it and he had to go home to his wife. Should I believe everything he told me about himself? Not really, but what reason did I have not to? It seemed so improbable that at forty-six years old, he had started and sold several companies and that he owned homes in Pennsylvania, North Carolina and Florida.
While driving home, I began to actually think about what had just happened. I felt cheap and a little sick. We had chatted online for over a month. Actually we were sexting. Even though I hadn't been extremely attracted to his photos, our chats had been provocative and a real turn-on. When I met him in person, he wasn't appealing right off, but once we began kissing, I was aroused. I honestly don't know why; he was an awful kisser. It seems, though, that just kissing makes me wet, which isn't good since I seem to confuse that with actually being attracted to someone. Maybe it's simply the touch of the lips that does it, I don't know. He did this weird thing with his tongue, flicking it against my tongue like he would flick my clit. It would feel pretty good if it was my pussy, but inside my mouth, it felt like a tadpole or a tiny wiggling fish.
I was sure I never wanted to see him again, but knew that he would contact me. I didn't know what I was going to do, because I'm not one to hurt anyone's feelings. How stupid that is considering all they want to do is fuck someone, anyone. My main reason for not wanting to see him again was because of the miniature cock. How do you tell a guy that his prick isn't adequate? I'm pretty sure if it was inside me I wouldn't even feel it. Shit! What was I going to do? I could just delete him from my instant message list and block him from email, although that seemed a bit cold, but that's the easiest way to do it. What a cunt that would make me, but at this point, I didn't care. A tiny cock wasn't what I was after. A semi-stranger believing I'm a cunt seemed like a small price to pay.
Although I had met several, I was currently chatting with four men either by email or instant message; a nice French Canadian who enticed me by saying he'd taken a former lover to a swinger's club. Public fucking did have its appeal, and the thoughts of him whispering French words in my ear seemed really hot. There is a software consultant who owned a condo here and would be in town on occasion. That appealed to me because I wouldn't worry about running into him with my spouse at the grocery store or a restaurant, and I guess we wouldn't have to get a hotel room; convenient. There's a law enforcement officer, macho, rather handsome and a good kisser. And then there is the guy today; I have to say, not even in the running at this point.
I should never have let it get this far. Shame on me! I'm not good at this game. I shouldn't suck or fuck a guy just because he expects it. I'm in over my head. I feel like Looking for Mr. Goodbar.
As I was driving toward Sanibel Island, the words I can't believe I'm doing this went through my mind, and I felt somewhat detached. It was similar to an out of body experience, like it was a dream, like I was looking down and watching myself. I had separated myself from the respectable professional married woman.
I had met him on Craigslist, something I'm not proud of. I had never paid much attention to Craigslist and had always assumed it was a place to find goods and services, never aware that those services included sex. Out of curiosity I signed on to the site after the news report in 2009 about Philip H. Markoff, the Craigslist murderer. What I found shocked me a bit; photos of men's erections, graphic descriptions of what they want and what they wanted to do. At the time, I wondered what kind of woman would contact a man based on a picture of his erect cock. Little did I know that it would be me.
It was late December when I clicked onto the site again, maybe just to look at penises, I don't know. Perhaps I was bored that day. What I found was an ad in Casual Encounters by a 35-year-old doctor who was coming to the area for a medical conference. The photo didn't show his face. It was from the neck down and he was holding his hard cock in his hand. It was approximately eight inches; the fist holding it didn't even cover half of it. It made me swoon, literally. I paused for an instant, thinking what kind of doctor would post his cock on a site like this, or would need to? Was he really a doctor? Was there really a medical conference in Sanibel during that time? Thoughts of Philip Markoff briefly crossed my mind. After all, everyone thought he was a decent guy.
Although I understand why he didn't show his face, it was a concern. Looks are an important part of attraction and important in a sexual relationship, but I decided to contact him anyway. A week went by with no response. I waited one more week and tried again because I couldn't stop thinking about that cock being inside me. I tried to attach a photo, but it wouldn't go through because the file was too large. I hoped he wouldn't think I was just trying to conceal my looks. Within a few minutes he responded.
"You sound perfect! I assure you discretion and enjoyment of anything from a massage to whatever you're comfortable with. Yes, CL puts a limit on the size of the first pic sent through them. Now we're under Yahoo parameters and you can send any size file you like. You're the first real sounding person that I'm interested in who has replied. Most have been commercial sites, or guys, or just weirdoes! Hope to hear back from you soon."
We began a three-week erotic email exchange. He asked what I liked and I told him, specifically. I've never said those things before; have never used that type of language. I told him what I wanted and asked what I could do for him, and he had all the right answers.
"I like everything you said! I like the idea that you know exactly what you want. The ideal for me is a lady who likes to be treated totally like a lady outside the bedroom, but a little slutty in bed. Still a lady, but a lady with a little slutty side. I like short women, so you're just more and more perfect! And I already have a bit of a crush on you, so I look forward to that getting even more so. As for oral, I LOVE giving oral. I think it's a control thing. There's no better control than to be able to make a woman teeter on the edge of an orgasm for several minutes, then push her over and feel the muscles spasm and hear her and know you did that."
"If I get a blowjob, I only like it if the woman obviously likes giving them. Talking, wet, interactive; that's a great blowjob. What do I like? I love going down on a woman like I said, I like to give massages, I'm a bit dominant. I like changing positions frequently, I love mutual masturbation, I love showing my woman off. I'm a bit of a voyeur-exhibitionist that way. I love playing with toys. Feel free to ask me anything you like :) And thanks for the compliments, but I don't think I'm hanging anything special, LOL. But I look forward to you a lot!"
Many times I expressed concern to him about my age. After all, he was twenty years younger. I couldn't imagine if my husband didn't desire me that a 35-year-old fit man with an eight-inch cock would. And I also needed assurance that he was who he said he was, but I didn't know how to get it. The whole thing was risky and I knew that, but time was getting close.
"I'll be arriving Saturday the thirtieth at about noon. Would Saturday be better for you or Sunday? I can make either one work. And older? You're gorgeous! I'm sorry your hubby isn't meeting your needs, his loss. I've always found women older than myself attractive. So would meeting at your place be better, or would it be better for you to come to my hotel? I will be staying at the Hilton. There's less chance of being caught if you come to my hotel."
"Yes, I'm a physician, so that's why discretion is promised on my part. It's expected in return. That's one of the reasons I'm picking you from all the responses. We both have reason for wanting discretion. So how would you like this to develop? We could meet on the beach, or you could come up to my room, or we could meet wherever you're comfortable to start with and go from there. I love to give massages, so that might be a good starting point. What things do you like and what things are off limits? I want to make this the best experience I can, so the inside info will help! LOL Why did you pick my profile? There are lots of guys offering posts, and lots with photos. Just curious"
So, why did I pick him? I knew why. It was the photo and nothing more. As much as I didn't want to admit it, I lusted for his body.
"Your hotel would be best and probably on Sunday around noon or 1:00. I'll get back to you on the exact time. I really am nervous about meeting a stranger, so meeting in the bar or somewhere like that would be a good place to start until I'm comfortable that you're not going to drag out handcuffs and your surgical knife. I picked you because you have the best looking cock I've ever seen. (I'm groaning right now). And because you have a great looking body and I like younger guys. Unfortunately, gravity takes a toll as we get older. There's no way to stop it. I'm slim, but don't have a firm twenty- or thirty-something body. As a doctor, you should know that. Hope you won't be disappointed. In the bedroom, nothing really is off limits except no bondage and no anal sex. I'm open to just about anything else."
We had been exchanging email for two weeks, and I had asked him to call me several times. I was becoming a little uncomfortable because he appeared to be avoiding it. I'd never seen his face, never heard his voice and in one week he wanted me to walk into his hotel room. I'd checked his background the best I could on what little information I had. There was indeed a conference scheduled at the Marriott the days that he was supposed to be here. I had the city he lived in and searched the web on his first name and the fact that he was a doctor, and I was able to find him because he lived in a small town, but that still didn't relieve my discomfort. After telling him that my comfort level was plummeting, he immediately called me and sent me a picture. I suppose he was thinking he'd spent a couple of weeks wooing me and didn't want to have wasted his time.
The tone of his voice surprised me. It was deep and manly. He sounded professional and told me he was at work. I wasn't prepared for the work persona due to our erotic email exchange and it caught me off guard. His gentlemanly demeanor was unexpected and I guess I felt respect for him. If nothing else, he was a dedicated professional doctor. The eight-inch cock was truly a bonus. I felt good about the relationship.
It was surprising that I felt no guilt at having lied to my husband, telling him I was going shopping for the afternoon. I was completely detached, a different person.
Our plans were that he was here for three days, and we'd be getting together sometime each day. I had taken two days vacation to be at his beck and call. I was looking forward to three days of hot sex with a 35-year-old virile man who had promised me an erotic fantasy.
After the three-week email exchange and telephone call, I felt comfortable enough to meet him in his room. I walked into the Hilton lobby and rang his room. He was on the tenth floor. Yes, I'm claustrophobic and don't like elevators. After a quick trip to the ladies room to freshen up, I took a deep breath and entered the elevator. Thank God, it was quick. Hesitantly, I knocked on his door not knowing what to expect. It was warm inside. Being from Florida, I usually like a hotel room cool, but it was January, and I guess he was used to a warm room especially being from the Midwest where it was no doubt snowing.
He was taller than I expected, thinner than I expected, and looked like his professional picture; thin lips and military haircut. Suddenly I felt a little shy and backed up against the wall and just stared at him. I was here to fuck a stranger, had promised that I would and couldn't back out now, but at that moment I wasn't sure I wanted to. He smiled, moved his eyes up and down my body and said I was smaller than he expected. I removed my shoes which made me two inches shorter.
He cupped my face with his hands and kissed me. It was nice, gentle, and sexy. I could feel my clit begin to swell. His fingers moved to the buttons of my shirt. I guess I expected more of a leisurely start, maybe talking a bit, kissing a bit; more of an "ease into" situation.
(Continues...)
Excerpted from Online Seduction by Gigi Foxx Copyright © 2010 by Gigi Foxx. Excerpted by permission of iUniverse, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Overview
She is a beautiful, sensual, and sexy woman who needs passion, welcomes experimentation, and wants to fulfill her sexual fantasies. But even she thinks all those wants and needs sound like a dangerous combination for a fifty-five-year-old married woman. She is about to learn just how destructive her choices can be.
As she begins looking for lovers online who can satisfy every wanton, animalistic desire that her husband cannot, she meets both younger men and older men-and all but...