Chapter 4

I opened my Reddit app so I could log in to my secret account and delete it for good. I entered my username and password and went to press the settings icon to delete this damn account when I saw it. The envelope icon was lit up. That meant I had a message.

My pulse quickened and my hands began to shake. I told myself to just ignore it, but that would make too much sense. I stared at that little icon for several minutes. I thought I heard a noise and quickly closed the app, only to realize that it was just Beatrice, our cat.

Once I knew it wasn’t someone interrupting me, I opened the app back up and pressed the envelope icon. My inbox opened and there sat one lone message. I clicked on the message and it loaded instantly. The message read-

“Hi! I saw your post and it brought a smile to my face. I’m 21 but love and prefer older women and I would love to meet up and have a little fun. I’m not looking for any reciprocation unless you want to. I have some free time throughout the week and on weekends. Let me know a time that works for you. Hope to hear from you soon!”

Oh shit. This was real. There was no way I was going to go through with this though. I’d just ignore the message. She did sound excited though. Maybe I’d just message her back, if it was indeed a her, and let her know that I couldn’t do it. Yep, problem solved.

But this was what I wanted. I had thought of this exact moment repeatedly for weeks now. I’d lost sleep over these thoughts, lied to my husband, let them affect my work, and let them consume almost every waking moment of my life. Now that I had this opportunity at my fingertips, was I sure I could go through with it? How would I feel if I let this moment slip away? I lay on my bed contemplating which fork in the road I should follow. Thankfully Paul was still outside dealing with the cars, which gave me time. After thinking through everything, I typed my message back.

“I wasn’t expecting to get a response. I’ve never done anything like this before and I’m…I’m scared. I’m sorry, but I don’t think I can do this.” was my reply.

I sat waiting for a response, forgetting that this wasn’t like texting. After waiting a few more minutes, I closed the app and tried to find something to keep me busy. I watered the flowers and plants, straightened up a few things, gave Beatrice some skritches, and did a few more chores. I had managed to keep myself occupied for a couple of hours and when I realized how much time had passed, I hurriedly checked my Reddit inbox again and found…nothing.

A few minutes later Paul came back in and asked if I was hungry. While I was busy he had finished both cars and even ran them through the car wash. I told him I wasn’t, which wasn’t a lie, but the reason for my lack of hunger was due to nerves. I’m not sure why I was even nervous, as I had told this other person that I couldn’t go through with it.

Paul said he’d just grab some snacks and a cold beer and asked if there was anything I’d like to do. I told him a movie sounded good. It would help pass the time and keep my mind off of the other stuff going on. He agreed that it sounded good and we picked a title from our list we’ve been wanting to see. We assumed our usual positions on the couch; him on one end and I on the other, with our legs stretched out in the middle. We were about 45 minutes into the movie and I was fully focused on the picture when my phone vibrated. The alert broke my concentration and I took a quick glance at my phone screen. It was a notification from Reddit. I was instantly hit with feelings of nervousness but also a bit of excitement. I knew which account I was signed into, and that gave me an idea of the type of notification it was. I locked my phone and tucked it between my body and the pillow I was resting against. I’d just check it after the movie.

About 10 minutes had passed and I had been struggling to pay attention to our movie.

“Can you pause it, honey? I have to go to the bathroom.” I asked.

Paul hit pause and said he needed another beer anyway. I hurried off to the bathroom with my phone in hand. I locked the door behind me, pulled down my shorts and panties, and sat down. My shaking fingers opened the app and went straight to my messages.

“I understand how scary these feelings can be. I was the same way the first time. I get it if you don’t want to do this, but I have to admit, I was looking forward to eating your yummy pussy. If it makes you feel better, I’ve attached a little something.”

There was a link in her message. I clicked on it and another window popped open. It was a picture of who I assumed was my secret messenger, and from what I could see, she was gorgeous. Her body was curvy and fit with pale, freckled skin that looked so soft. She was wearing a lacy white bra and matching panties. One hand held one of her breasts, while the other was slightly tugging at the waistband of her panties. The picture cut off at her neck, so I had no idea what her face looked like, but with that body, I’m sure she was beautiful. I could tell she had red hair as I could see it as it fell over her shoulders. I could also see a hint of red hair through her panties.

The photo had me so turned on. My nipples were straining against my bra and my slit was practically dripping. It was going to be very difficult to say no to her. I went back to the message to type my response and another message appeared. I quickly tapped on it.

“I hope you liked my pic! If you change your mind, please reach out to me. I think we could have fun. One last thing… I’d love to see what you look like. Pretty please?!”

Oh god…now I’m not one to be taking naughty photos of myself. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve sent Paul a dirty photo. This time though…

I lifted my tank top over my head and tossed it on the floor. I opened my camera app, stood with my back to the wall, and pointed it at my body, making sure that my head was cropped out. Thankfully I don’t have any distinguishing tattoos or scars to worry about either. I held my phone away from me and snapped the photo featuring my fairly large tits covered by my bra. I selected it as the attachment and sent it. What a rush!

It hit me that I had been in the bathroom for much longer than necessary so I hurriedly dressed and flushed the toilet to at least make it sound like I was doing something in there. When I returned to the couch, Paul was on his phone waiting for me.

“I thought I was going to have to send a search team to find you!” He joked.

“Sorry. I opened Pinterest and got sucked in. You know me!” These lies were coming so naturally.

“Ha! Yeah, that app is dangerous. Are we good now? Can I start the movie?”

I made it through the movie without any more interruptions, which kind of disappointed me, to be honest. It was about 8:00 in the evening and I was starting to get rather hungry, so I suggested we order some pizza and maybe watch another movie. Paul placed the order and we picked the next movie while we waited for the pizza to be ready.

After a while, Paul left to go pick up our dinner. While he was out, my phone alerted me to a new notification. The nervousness and excitement returned. I opened the Reddit app a tapped on the new message.

“Wow! There is no way you are 43?! You look amazing! So hot! I see you are a natural blonde too. I’d love to rub my face in that sexy bush. Thank you for the pic. I hope maybe someday we get the chance to meet.”

How did she know I was a natural blonde? I looked back at the photo and instantly felt embarrassed. I was so concerned about hiding my face, that I didn’t realize my shorts and panties were still pulled down! There at the bottom of the photo, the top of my blond pubic hair was exposed. It was too late to do anything about it now. Besides, she said she liked it. Actually, she wanted to rub her face in it. The thought of that made my knees weak. Just exchanging a few messages had me feeling so turned on and so very wet.

I sipped my hand under the waistband of my shorts and panties. I let my fingers rake through the patch of hair on my mound, imagining my mystery girl rubbing her face in it. I slid my fingers further and felt how wet I was. My panties peeled away from my lips and my knuckles became wet from all my juices that had soaked into the fabric. I stroked a finger up and down the length of my slit, wishing it was a warm, wet tongue. I knew that I wouldn’t get to finish this, as Paul would be back soon. I picked up my phone in my free hand and typed out a reply to my new online friend.

“I can’t stop thinking about you and all of this. I’m free Wednesday if that works for you.”

I didn’t give myself a chance to back out. I hit send immediately. I couldn’t believe what I had just done! Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to process that thought. Headlights swept across the room as Paul pulled into the driveway. I pulled my hand out of my pants and slipped them into my mouth. I cleaned my juices from my digits and then ran to the kitchen to wash my hands. I was going to need a bottle of wine to help calm me down.

Later that night, after having my fill of pizza and a bottle of wine, and Paul asleep on the couch after a few too many beers, I found myself naked in bed with the lights dimmed low. I was laying there with the sheets up to my waist, my hands idly squeezing my soft tits, trying to sort out everything that was happening. I never imagined that I’d be lusting after another woman, much less soliciting sexual encounters with one on the internet. Wasn’t I supposed to be the faithful, committed, loving wife to the man I chose to marry? How did I end up in this mess? Where did these urges come from? I could blame Paul for some of this. If he wasn’t so stubborn and made an effort to satisfy my needs then…no, that wasn’t fair to him. As frustrating as it was, I’m not sure I’d be satisfied if he did go down on me. Every time I thought about it, it was always a woman between my legs. I craved the soft, delicate touch that only another female could provide, at least I assumed that’s what it would be like. I had no idea what it would be like. But I wanted, no… I thirsted for it, like an addict. The idea consumed me and nothing I tried could quench the thirst.

But, I was on the cusp of relief. I knew that trying to resist was futile. I had to experience this or I’d never be happy. I understood what this could mean for my marriage as well. This was a secret I’d take to my grave. I just needed to have this one thing so that I could feel like myself again. There was only one little problem.

I hadn’t received a reply from my mystery online woman and I was trying to not let it upset me. After all, I was the one sending mixed signals. Who could blame her for not wanting to get involved with some random, confused, and curious woman. Still, to be this close and have it taken away would be painful. I was dying to have that sexy, curvy body of hers between my legs. She had been on my mind all night and my juices had been flowing nonstop.

I flipped the sheets off of me and slowly slid a hand down my body. I could feel the heat radiating from my pussy as my hand neared. My skin was slightly damp from perspiration, droplets of sweat clung to my blonde pussy hair and glistened in the dim light. My clit ached for attention and I was in no mood to tease myself. I wet my fingertips in my slick nectar and coated my sensitive nub. I worked the pad of my middle finger in circles around my clit, occasionally dipping it between my swollen folds to gather more lubricant. It was only a matter of a few minutes before my hips jerked forward off of the mattress and waves of pleasure washed over me. I cupped my spasming pussy as my climax coursed through my body. Nothing felt better than cumming and I couldn’t imagine how exquisite it would be to cum on another woman’s tongue.