She’d been waiting for this moment all week – the husband and kids were out of the house. She’d had two glasses of wine and was feeling a little tipsy, a little adventurous, and alot turned on. It was time.
Even though she had the place to herself, she’d put on one of her favourite dresses, some make-up (but not too much), her favourite panties (a cute pink g-string) and her favourite bra (a lacy blue one with a front clasp). She grabbed one more glass of wine and laid down in bed and began to scroll through her messages.
She liked to think it had begun innocently enough, but that was a lie. Her online adventures had always been about one thing, more or less. She wanted to feel sexy. She wanted to feel wanted. Through chat rooms and apps and websites, she’d amassed a nice little collection of virtual fuck buddies. The fireman from Australia who was in an open relationship. The single bartender from Boston with a dominant side. The married political staffer from Ottawa. The nameless bi guy from Atlanta. The alpha male jock from Chicago. The married swinger from London.
They were all smitten by her – her smile, her demeanor, her curves. Though she connected with them all in different ways and on different levels, the common denominator was sex. They all wanted her. Badly. She was their goddess. She had exchanged, at various times and through various mediums, dirty messages and filthy pictures with all of them. She loved the power she had over them. She felt empowered knowing how many men had stroked their cocks and spilt their seed just wishing they could fuck her.
She scrolled through the pictures she had saved in a secret folder on her phone – their bodies and muscles and cocks almost becoming a blur. She hiked her dress up and slid her panties to the side. She was a little surprised by how wet she was.
Two fingers began to slowly circle around her swollen, freshly waxed slit. A video of the Aussie fireman stroking his fat, uncircumcised cock. The bartender had sent a pic of himself at work, jeans and boxers around his ankles, with his hard dick in his muscular and tattooed hands. The mechanic from San Antonio, who she’d almost forgotten about, had sent a video of himself stroking his cock while moaning her name. The journalist from Vancouver, who she hadn’t talked to in ages, had the biggest penis she had ever seen. The jock from Chicagi had the nicest body she’d ever seen. The grad student from Ann Arbour was too young for her in real life but had a way with words that made her instantly wet.
The circular motion around her clit began to quicken as her mind began to race. This was her harem…all the men who she drove absolutely wild. She wanted to be their goddess and their slut simultaneously. They were almost powerless in her presence…a brief chat with her…a picture of her perky E cups or her nice round ass…it drove men she’d never met to do things they thought they never would.
Her nipples at this point were rock hard. She wished the political staffer was sucking on them. Her pussy was wet and greedy and swollen…she remembered the way her London guy talked about fucking his wife and wished he’d do the same to her. Just last week the bartender from Boston shared a story about how he’d tied up his partner and fucked her brains out…she wished for a moment it was her.
Another pic, another video, another story, another memory…all.of them blurring together as she got closer and closer to ecstacy. She had talked to some guy in Denver about fucking him in the ass. She’d talked to some guy in Amsteram about his cumplay fetish. She’d talked to a fellow American living in South Korea about her favourite types of porn. She’d admitted things to these strangers she hadn’t admitted to her husband. Things she’d barely admitted to herself. She ached for their bodies, their cocks, their cum, their undivided attention, their worship. They had nothing in common except one thing- they all wanted to fuck her and they’d all cum, hard and repeatedly, while thinking about her.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nmpoxh/f_letting_her_imagination_run_wild