Chat room slut gets real Chapter1 - Sex Stories

Chat room slut gets real Chapter1

I’ve been playing online in adult chat rooms since before I got married and here I am 29 and never accepted a meeting invite, if I am honest it was just a way to masturbate and I never had any intention of meeting anyone. My husband knew and knows little of this secret life. Overtime I had developed regular chat buddies who knew my inner most sexual secrets and fantasies, but once they started to get too close and too demanding about meets I would drop them. Reality would destroy my marriage and whilst John was boring in bed there were other things that made me love him.

When you have been going into chat rooms from earlier than the age you are allowed, you develop a lust for different and more extreme, so by 29 I would admit online to desires for older men, black guys and rough gang bangs and dogs!. Jerry was black, 64 and had a silky tongue for role plays and sex fantasy chats. Over three months I don’t know how many chats we had and he had got me off (and vis versa). I sent him pictures initially of me clothed and then topless holiday shots and finally full intimate nudes. And then when we chatted one evening around 3 am I probed about where in London he lived, it was curiosity nothing more and he probed back. I was slightly aghast when he said my area and as the conversation developed it turned out he lived a quarter of a mile from me.

I don’t chat to locals, the temptation is too great and Jerry was undoubtedly the biggest temptation possible. He could turn me on in an instant and he could press my buttons because I had told him what they were and he had discovered a few more. I could not take the risk, so after I had cum, after he had cum and we had said good night, I blocked him. I had to sacrifice my late night sexual pleasure for real time fidelity.

Of course, I then had the constant fear I would bump into him on the street. But so far there had been no accidental encounters, no embarrassing episodes and I went about my every day tasks without a thought and my nocturnal mutual masturbation sessions flourished without ever hitting the heights of Jerry.

I had a week off work it had been a tough few months working on a new pitch but we had won it so the team had been given ex gratia time off and I intended to enjoy and relax. Even better my husband was away so could do as I want and I had a whole itinerary planned, starting with a light breakfast in an artisan coffee shop nearby.

John had recently been promoted and when he came home he would be starting his new job, 2 weeks every 15 out of the country

I sat there in my black leggings, blue paisley long blouse, designer trainers, reading my book and sipping my almond milk latte. Of course the inevitable happened, someone sidled up to me in my cubicle.

“Excuse me ..... “

“Hello little lady, remember me”

We had never voiced before so his deep melodic but strong baritone voice was so enticing.

I tried to play cool, but it did not work!, I was embarrassed, excited, ...