by Lexi Archer
Kayla rounded the doorway and stopped when she saw me sitting there, my cock tented up in my boxers, an old laptop that I hadn’t used in a couple of years beside me with the screen obviously opened to Tales of Elassa. Obviously opened to the spot looking down on the guy that she’d just had her fun with.
“What the hell John?”
I was trying to be calm and collected. I was trying to gather my thoughts and not blow up. Only when she yelled at me in that accusing tone I snapped. It goes back to what I said about not knowing how you’re going to react to a situation until you’re actually in that situation. Well here I was in a situation where my wife had just cheated on me, digitally of course but it was all the same as far as I was concerned, especially considering how we met, and now she was trying to turn it back around on me. And that pissed me off.
“What the fuck John?” I said, perhaps a little louder than I meant to. Actually it came out more as a yell and I immediately regretted it from the way she flinched. Though I wasn’t sure if the flinch was because I yelled, which was entirely out of character for me, or because she knew she’d been caught red-handed. Her attempt to deflect back on me had obviously and quickly backfired.
“You’ve been acting suspicious for weeks sneaking around in that damned game. I find you in the middle of some random zone with the leader of my guild’s biggest rival doing exactly the kind of sexy role-playing you said you weren’t interested in, and you have the audacity to come in here and yell at me?”
Kayla flinched and turned away from me, and I could definitely tell that this time around she was flinching away from the accusations rather than my anger. I couldn’t believe she’d have the audacity to try and turn that around on me. And at the same time my cock was rock hard, straining out against my boxers, and all I wanted to do was grab her, throw her down on the bed, and have my way with her.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I promised and…”
Kayla looked up at me and her eyes were welling up with tears. I felt a powerful urge to go and wrap my arms around her. So I did. I was keenly aware of my cock pressing against her body in the moment, funny the things you notice at times like this, but at the same time I didn’t give a fuck about sex and I just held her as she started crying against my shoulder.
Finally when it seemed like she’d reached a stopping point I pulled her away and looked down at her. Wiped a tear from her eyes.
“Hey,” I said. “It’s okay. I’m more pissed off about you lying to me than anything else.”
“Lying? You’re not pissed off about the cheating?”
I took in a deep breath and let it out. Here we were. At the moment of truth. The moment I’d dreaded when I delayed putting the laptop away long enough that a confrontation would’ve become inevitable.
“John? What’s going on?”
“I was turned on by watching you with that guy,” I said.
I winced and waited for the explosion. I figured that was the kind of admission that was definitely going to get some sort of reaction out of her. Whether she was disgusted, pissed off, annoyed, or just intrigued, she had to say something. I looked down at her and she raised an eyebrow. She was looking back and forth between my eyes as though she expected some sort of trap.
“No bullshit,” I said. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m one hundred percent totally turned on by thinking about you doing that with another guy. To be honest part of the reason why I was spying on you was because it turned me on, not because I was trying to catch you in a gotcha moment.”
“You’re serious.”
“Dead serious,” I said. “I don’t understand it, but there it is.”
Several emotions passed across Kayla’s face in rapid succession. First there was still the worry on her face that I was pissed off at her for cheating on me in the game. Then there was incredulity, no doubt similar to the incredulity I felt when I initially realized that this fantasy had taken hold of my erotic imagination. Only I’d had a couple of weeks to adjust to the fantasy. I’d had time to get used to the idea. She was just hearing it for the first time, and I was intimately familiar with some of the confusion she was feeling.
Incredulity was quickly followed by relief and she let out a long breath. I imagine that was the kind of relief that you only saw on somebody who just heard there was going to be a stay of execution. Only in this case the stay of execution was for our relationship and not for, well, an execution. The metaphor only stretched so far.
Finally that relief turned to something else. She arched an eyebrow and bit her lip as she looked up at me. At the same time her hand ran down my chest to my boxers where it wrapped around my cock. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I never got tired of the feeling of Kayla’s hand wrapping around my cock, and God was it so hot right now.
And it was particularly hot in this moment given what I’d just witnessed. Given that I was imagining her hand wrapped around another man’s cock as she started tracing her fingers up and down my shaft.
“I’m kind of glad to hear that,” she said. “Because I’m so fucking turned on right now and I need a cock inside me!”
That was all I needed to hear. With a growl I lifted her up and placed her against my cock where she started grinding against me. There wasn’t much separating the two of us, and I made short work of that. I threw her down on the bed and ripped her shorts off. The entire time in my imagination I was that guy she’d just been playing with ripping her shorts off, ripping her armor off, whatever. Fantasy, reality, and the in-game fantasy were all mixing together in my head in a confusing jumble that was so deliciously arousing. Whatever. As long as it kept my cock hard I’d go with it.
I kicked my boxers off and didn’t even bother pulling her tank top down. I fell on top of her and reached down to place my cock at the entrance to her pussy.
“God,” I said. “It’s such a fucking turn on thinking about another guy pressing his cock against you like that guy was.”
Kayla giggled and I stopped with just the head of my cock pressing into her pussy. “What’s so funny?”
“I was just thinking about how you were never into role-playing before…”
“And?”
“Well here you are talking about a role-playing session I had with another guy as though it actually happened,” she said. “It’s just a weird change from your usual attitude.”
I thought about that for a moment, and I guess she was right. I guess I could sort of see the benefit of role-playing from this point of view. Sure it wasn’t real, it was just Kayla telling a story to some guy in the game, but as far as my brain and cock were concerned it was so ridiculously real and hot at the same time. I was starting to see where the line of fantasy and reality could blur for her because it was sure as hell blurring for me.
I smiled. “I guess I can see the merit of the whole role-playing thing.”
And then I descended on her, my mouth pressing against hers as I plunged my cock inside her. Fuck was she turned on and I was able to slide in with no effort. I gasped as her warmth surrounded me and her muscles started contracting around me.
I pulled back and her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and she was gasping and moaning already. Shit. Was she so turned on that she was coming this quickly?
I leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Are you thinking about your husband, or are you thinking about that guy sinking his cock inside your character?”
She opened her eyes and smiled. “Can’t it be both baby?”
Then she was gasping and moaning again. Her words echoed in my head as she came, her pussy grasping at my cock. Both of us were so worked up that I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I felt an incredible tingle and then my cock was exploding inside her. I buried myself to the hilt and she threw her head back, ran her hands up and down my back as she rode the wave of her orgasm.
And the whole time I was thinking about that guy. Thinking about him burying his cock in my wife. Only I wasn’t sure whether I w
anted him burying his cock inside her character in the game or burying his cock inside her at some secret rendezvous they were having in the real world.
At the moment I suppose it didn’t matter. Either fantasy was more than enough to give me one hell of an intense orgasm. Yeah, maybe there was something to all of this role-playing crap after all.
14: Pics?
I was cleaning out my desk and getting ready to head home for the day when I heard a beep on my phone. It was close enough to the end of the day that I figured Tammy couldn’t get too upset if I had a look.
There was a message on Elassa Chat. A message that I would’ve usually seen on my work computer anyways, but I’d shut that off. I immediately felt a blush and an impossible heat running through me as I saw who it was from.
Him.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Fine. About to leave work. What’s up?”
“Oh. Still at work?”
“That’s what I just said,” I typed back.
“So you definitely shouldn’t be getting a little naughty right now?”
“My boss probably wouldn’t appreciate that,” I said. Then I arched a curious eyebrow. “Why?”
“Oh nothing… I was just going to send you a present. ;)”
Now my curiosity was piqued. A present? Was he talking about an in-game item or something? Either way, I definitely wanted to know what was going on here. I started tapping back.
“Go ahead and send it over. I’ll get it when I get home tonight.”
“If you say so,” he said.
Then things started happening fast. Tammy walked into the reception area and cast a baleful eye on my phone. She didn’t approve, but at the same time a quick glance at the clock told me it was past four o’clock and I was in the clear anyways. She couldn’t say something if I was still at my desk but not technically on the clock.
Then I heard another beep and looked down at my phone. My eyes widened in surprise. And I felt a tingle in between my legs. An impossible rush of wetness as I looked at the picture that had a popped up in Elassa Chat. Usually the picture functionality was used for sending screenshots, but he’d apparently taken a picture with his phone and sent it over. A mirror picture. A shot that showed every inch of his well muscled body down almost to his cock and up to his neck. I felt my mouth watering as I looked over that muscular body, as I imagined it hovering over me as he pumped his cock in and out of me. This guy was way hotter than I’d been imagining!
Then I remembered where I was. Tammy was making her way around the reception desk and looking at my phone with a curious and predatory glint in her eyes. I quickly turned the screen off and shoved it in my purse.
“Have a good night Tammy,” I said.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I got out of the office and into an elevator. That had been a close one! If Tammy got a good look at that then there was a very good chance I’d be losing my job regardless of whether or not I was on the clock.
I pulled my phone out and started tapping at it furiously. “I told you I was at work!”
“But you said to go ahead and send your surprise,” he replied. He didn’t seem to have a concern in the world for almost forcing me out of a job!
“Whatever,” I said. “It was a very nice surprise.”
And it really was. There was a part of me that’d been afraid to actually see a picture of him. Unfortunately with the gaming community being what it was there was a very good chance that reality wouldn’t jive at all with the fantasy world and it would take some of the luster off of the fantasy. Only it was looking like the reality was even better than my fantasies. Assuming that picture actually was him and not an elaborate catfishing attempt.
“Glad you liked it. ;). There’s a lot more where that came from too…”
I arched an eyebrow at my phone and looked up at the numbers moving down on the elevator. I still had a little bit of time. “Oh really? And what would I have to do to get some of these pictures?”
“I think you know what I’d like,” he said.
I leaned against the back of the elevator. Yeah, I had a pretty good idea exactly what it was he wanted from me in exchange for more pictures from him. The question was did I want to do that? I’d definitely have to talk it over with John. I know that after our conversation last night it seemed like something he’d be into, but I was going to be absolutely sure before I moved forward. No more making decisions with the brain between my legs.
I started tapping again. “I’ll have to think about that and get back with you later tonight.”
“Hope the answer is a good one,” he shot back.
* * *
“I think it sounds like fun,” John said.
I blinked. Despite the conversation we had last night, despite the incredible mind blowing sex we had last night, I was still surprised at that reaction. I was still surprised that he was actually into this. I was still very much having a hard time believing that he was actually into this.
And yet I couldn’t deny how excited I was at having my husband’s permission to go ahead with this plan. All I’d thought about on the ride home was that muscular body, was how amazing Conlan looked. I was surprised at my luck meeting a guy who looked that good, who could have that sort of luck twice in the same game? I’d been good and wet, good and turned on, by the time I got home and told John about the pictures and what I’d have t do to get more.
“You’re sure?” I said. “Taking pictures like that will be crossing a hell of a line. They’ll be out there…”
John shrugged. “Let me take the pictures. We just don’t show your face and we’ll be good to go.”
I shrugged. That did make sense. It’s not like somebody would be able to recognize who I was or any sort of identifying marks on my naked body unless they already knew what I looked like naked, and that definitely wasn’t something I had to worry about with anybody at the office. I grinned at John.
“So when do we do this?”
“How about now?”
The first picture was simple enough. It was downright chaste. Just me in a tank top with no bra on underneath so my nipples were clearly poking out. Down below I had on a pair of shorts with a thong underneath, but you couldn’t tell what kind of underwear I was wearing from the picture alone. My ass cheeks were sticking out from the bottom ever so slightly, they were a skimpy pair of pajama shorts to be sure and probably the most risqué part of the outfit aside from the no bra thing. I figured this was a good start. And I was so turned on that I didn’t even have to play with my nipples to get them going. No, I was ready to go!
John snapped a picture with my phone and then I took it. I added it as an attachment in Elassa Chat and double checked that I was actually sending it to Conlan. The last thing I wanted was to embarrass myself by sending a picture like that to someone else on my friends list.
Apparently he was online and waiting by his computer because the response was almost immediate. “Holy shit!”
I grinned. “You like?”
I handed the phone over to John so he could get a good look at the response before I took it back. Conlan was gushing about how hot I was, how sexy I was, and it was causing a flush to rise all over my body.
“Want more?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah!” he typed back.
The next shot was more risqué. John helped me pose it and I could see his cock pressing out in between his legs. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who was getting turned on by this little photo shoot. I had my tank top pulled up to just under my tits making showing a little bit of under boob and making it obvious I wasn’t wearing a bra. Down below I had my thumb hooked into my pants which were pulled down slightly revealing the top of the bright pink thong I had on down there. John snapped the picture and this time he sent it over. I smiled and shook my head. He was just a little overeager about this whole thing.
I heard another beep signifying a new message and John raised an eyebrow and whistled.
“What?”
I asked.
“Looks like you’re exciting lover boy judging by the picture he just sent!” John said as he handed over my phone. I snatched it out of his hands and looked. It was a similar shot to what I’d seen earlier at the office. Six pack abs, but this time he was in a pair of boxers and he was mirroring the shot I just sent him. I could see the top of his cock sticking out from under his boxer shorts and I whistled as well. He definitely looked like he was pretty well endowed down there.
I looked up at John. “What are we getting into here?”
“I don’t know honey,” he said. “But I’m so fucking turned on right now that I don’t even care!”
I couldn’t argue with that logic, and so we moved on to the next picture. This time I pulled the tank top up over my tits but kept it on. I felt a little self-conscious showing off my tits to another man, but at the same time it was also part of the draw, part of what was making me so fucking turned on. Down below I also took the previous pic to its next natural progression and started pulling down my shorts. I had John snap the picture while I was standing bent over with my tits jutting out in one direction and my ass in the other, the shorts down around my thighs with my hand still hooked in them as though I was taking them off.
“You’re sure you didn’t get my face in that one?” I asked.
“I’m sure babe,” he said. He hesitated for a moment, his thumb hovering no doubt over the send button. He looked up at me and licked his lips.
“This is a really fucking sexy picture, but are you sure you want to send it?”
I knew exactly what he was talking about. This would be crossing one hell of a line. I’d be sending a naked picture to another man. There’d be a naked picture of me floating around out there somewhere on the Internet. Sure my face wasn’t in there, sure nobody would be able to tell who I was unless they were intimately familiar with how my body looked and John was the only person in that club over the past three years or so, but still. It was a big step. And maybe because it was so naughty it was also tingling my voyeuristic streak and making me so wet.
