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.