by Lexi Archer
“Send it,” I said.
John hit send on my phone and I heard the confirmation noise that a message had been sent. I let out a breath I didn’t even realize I’d been holding as he did that. It was done. Another man had a naked picture of me. There was another beep almost immediately after. John shook his head and laughed, then handed it over to me. I looked down at the phone and my eyes went wide.
It was a picture of Conlan’s cock straining out long and proud. And I could tell exactly how long it was because he’d helpfully provided a ruler in the picture so there’d be no doubt as to how long it was. Eight inches. Damn. John was no slouch in the cock department and he was always able to get me off, but this thing definitely might give him a run for his money.
I felt John’s arms wrap around me as he whispered in my ear. “Are you imagining that cock sliding inside you? Because I am.”
I bit my lip. “Yeah, I am. It would feel so fucking amazing!”
“I want to watch that cock moving inside you. Pounding in and out of you while your tits bounce,” he whispered into my ear.
Another beep and I was distracted from my husband doing his very best to make me come in my pants with nothing but a whisper in my ear. One final message from Conlan. I read it and reread it, then held it up for my husband to have a look.
“He wants to video chat with me,” I said. “So what do I say to that?”
John thought about that for a moment and then he whispered in my ear once more. I wasn’t surprised by his answer.
“Let’s go for it,” he said. “Could be fun.”
15: Video Chat
I couldn’t believe we were doing this. This was taking one hell of a major step. Then again it seemed like we were taking all sorts of major steps. Steps that could be right off of the edge of a cliff and we’d have absolutely no idea until our relationship smashed against the rocks down below.
And yet there was no way I could stop doing this. The idea of watching my wife on a video chat with this guy, of getting a chance to make sure he actually was who he said he was live and in person, was too much of an opportunity for me to pass up.
Of course this meant giving out more information about us than we had before. Before we were just sending pictures back and forth. Now she’d be initiating a video chat using her Skype account. I thought about having her create a fake one, but the account she used was just her in-game screen name attached to an email address anyways so I figured that was anonymous enough for now. It’s not like she used that screen name anywhere else.
No sooner had she sent her information on to him in Elassa Chat than the notification came up that somebody wanted to start a chat session with her.
Kayla looked at me and I took a deep breath. “Well, let’s go for it.”
She took the time to frame the camera so that her face wasn’t visible and hit accept. Apparently this guy had done the same thing. He was sitting back on a couch. It looked like he might be on a laptop from the way his body was positioned. And he was every bit as muscular as he’d looked in those pictures.
No, definitely no worry about him catfishing us. This guy was the real deal, and he was built. I was going to have to ask him for a couple of workout tips because he was ripped in a way that even I couldn’t achieve despite all the time I spent in the gym.
He’d pulled up his boxer shorts in the meantime and it was obvious he was liking what he saw because his hand started moving up and down his cock as soon as Kayla’s image came into view.
“Damn,” Kayla said.
“Damn yourself,” his voice came through the computer speakers. It was odd hearing that disembodied voice not attached to any head. Not that I could blame him for not taking any chances. After all, he had no way of knowing that Kayla actually was who she said she was either.
I was off to the side. We didn’t want to reveal my participation quite yet. It was one thing for him to know my wife was a married woman, the asshole, but it was another thing for him to know that I was standing just to the side watching him jerk off as he looked at my wife.
“So how about we give up the caution crap and show each other our faces?”
Kayla looked off to the side at me for confirmation and I shrugged. This was her call to make, not mine. She was the one who could potentially be in trouble if she decided to show her face and it turned out this guy was recording her or something. It really was a matter of how much she trusted him.
She looked back and bit her lip. “Fine, but you show me your face first.”
He reached out and adjusted his camera. It zoomed out slightly and then he was in the frame. He had shaggy dark hair and a five o’clock shadow. He looked handsome enough, but from the way Kayla reacted she definitely was enjoying what she was seeing. I guess it didn’t matter what I thought of him as long as she liked what she saw.
“Damn,” Kayla said.
Then she took a step back, her eyes fixed on him as though she was in a daze. As though she was hypnotized by the sight of his face, of his body. And I watched with rapt attention as my wife was enthralled by another man like that. My cock was still so rock hard. I needed some sort of release, and yet I didn’t dare step into the frame. Not yet. I wasn’t so turned on that I would risk that.
“Damn yourself,” his deep voice came through the speakers.
Kayla blushed and looked down, then back up. “You like what you see?”
“You’re every bit as beautiful as I’ve been imagining,” he said. “Your husband is a lucky guy.”
Kayla’s eyes flashed over towards me and then back to the camera. The movement was so fast, so slight, that I figured he probably wouldn’t notice. Still, I felt a quick pulsing in my cock as he mentioned me. Something about the way he was talking about me and casually dismissing me with the same breath was a turn on. I’m not sure why it was a turn on, but I also had learned to just roll with my feelings as I got used to the fun intricacies of this new fantasy.
There was no more conversation between the two of them. Kayla still had a lidded look in her eyes. Her mouth hung open. And I thought I could see just a hint of moisture down between her legs soaking through her thong and pajama bottoms. I licked my lips as she started swaying back and forth to some song playing in her head, as her ass started to move back and forth in a move that she used sometimes when we went out dancing, though we didn’t do that too terribly often these days.
I glanced at the screen and he’d pulled his cock out and was moving in long slow strokes as she swayed back and forth. She reached down and yanked her top up, her tits bouncing as they were revealed to him for the first time on video chat. He blinked and leaned forward, the motion on his cock picking up.
A moment later her tank top was tossed to the side and he was jerking it furiously as her tits jiggled and bounced in time with whatever music she was playing in her head.
She hooked her fingers in her bottoms and pulled down revealing the bright pink thong underneath. I looked at her and then over to the screen. It was weird, but I was actually a little more turned on by watching him watching her, by imagining what was running through his head as he stared at my wife stripping, than I was by the actual sight of my wife stripping!
She circled her ass around several times and I didn’t know where to look. At her and the hypnotic show she was giving, or at him and his reaction to the show? Both were equally arousing, both were turning me on and pushing me to the point of no return.
As she moved closer to the camera she started shaking her ass almost right against the camera’s lens. Then she turned around and she was moving back and forth as she hooked her thumbs into her thong.
“Are you ready?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah I’m ready!” he breathed. His voice was ragged, his breath coming in quick gasps, and his hand was almost a blur as it moved up and down his cock.
It was too much for me. I shrugged off my own clothes. Kayla was off in her own little world and didn’t seem to notice me disrobing next to her. S
he moved her thong down, down, revealing her freshly shaved pussy.
I blinked. That was a surprise even for me. Sure she shaved from time to time, but the last I knew she hadn’t done it in a while. She hadn’t been shaved the last time we had a little fun. She must’ve done that in the shower this morning. She usually only did that when she expected to get naughty, and I guess she was right.
She pulled the thong off over her ass and down her thighs which gave me a perfect opportunity. I moved in behind her and grabbed her hips pulling her against me. I pressed my cock up against her slit and sighed as it split around my cockhead.
Kayla must’ve been ridiculously turned on because surprise barely registered. She just turned and smiled at me as she felt my cock pressing against her pussy. With a groan and a contented sigh I buried myself to the hilt inside her, luxuriating in the feel of her shaven pussy pressing up against the base of my cock.
“What the fuck? Who the fuck is that?”
Both of our eyes opened at the same time and we turned to the screen. Both of us had a deer in headlights look as we realized what I’d just done. I’d been so turned on that I just walked up and started fucking my wife in front of this guy when he had no idea I’d been there.
“That’s my husband I told you about,” Kayla said. She barely missed a beat. “He’s really turned on the by the idea of me being naughty with another guy.”
This guy had been reaching forward as though he was planning on turning his webcam off, but he paused as Kayla said that. And I breathed a silent prayer of thanks that she was able to think so fast.
“He’s into it?”
“Fuck yeah,” Kayla said, though it came out more as an aroused gasp. I looked at the screen which was showing the display from her webcam and imagined the thoughts running through his head as he watched me plowing my wife from behind. My own body was a muscular shadow behind Kayla, and my face wasn’t quite visible.
“Is that true hubby?” he asked.
I blinked, realizing he was addressing me. I slammed home inside Kayla as he said that and felt on the verge of coming. I had to slow down so I wouldn’t blow my load, and I stayed there buried inside her with my cock twitching but not quite going over the edge.
“Fuck!” Kayla said. “His cock is twitching inside me, he’s trying not to come. Is that a good enough answer for you?”
“Interesting,” the guy said. “So he’s turned on by the idea of me sliding my cock up inside you like he’s doing right now?”
I groaned and whimpered. “Fuck yes!”
“Did you hear that?” Kayla asked. “I think your dirty talk is turning him on. I think he’s about to blow his load!”
The guy looked directly into the camera, creating the illusion that he was looking straight at me through his webcam.
“Look at me,” he said, his deep voice booming through Kayla’s speakers.
“What you’re doing to your wife right now? I’m going to do that to her,” he said. “I already have in the game, but as soon as I get a chance I’m going to fuck the shit out of her. I’m going to take her from you and pound her with my cock!”
I looked at the screen and realized he’d started jerking off again. Apparently there were three people on this video chat connection who were getting off to his dirty talk. He was gasping and Kayla was moaning and I was grunting as I thrust inside her and tried desperately to hold off but that dirty talk, all that talk of what he was going to do to Kayla if he got a chance with her, was just too fucking much.
Imagine you discover that you have a fantasy that overwhelms you. That overtakes your mind and makes it impossible for you to think of anything else. Now imagine that fantasy is presented to you on a silver platter. Would you be able to resist? Yeah, didn’t think so.
I grunted one final time and slammed against Kayla, her tits bouncing in the light of the monitor as she gasped and moaned right into the video feed. His hand stopped moving on his own cock and then I saw him blowing his load, I watched Kayla staring transfixed as his cock spewed, and her being transfixed by another man’s cock just served to send me into an even greater sexual frenzy as I pumped load after load deep inside Kayla’s pussy. As I filled her up and imagined that it was him who was filling her. That he was shooting deep inside her. That he was filling her completely.
The three of us collapsed at the same moment, all the sexual tension draining from us at the same time. Kayla fell forward onto the desk. I pulled back and out of her, and the guy on the screen leaned back on his couch breathing deeply. Of course that didn’t stop him from sneaking a look at Kayla in all her nude glory as she leaned forward on the desk. Seeing him sneaking that peek at her, unable to resist my wife’s gorgeous body even after he’d just blown a load, caused a stirring in my cock that was surprising considering I’d just blown my own load.
“Fuck that was intense,” Kayla said.
“So when are we video chatting again?” the guy asked.
Kayla and I looked at each other. We’d definitely started something. Where we were going was anyone’s guess, but damn had that been hot.
16: IRL?
It was a couple of nights later that everything changed. That things moved to their natural conclusion. To the place we’d been going ever since I started this digital dalliance. Ever since John admitted his fantasy to me. Like everything else it started with a chat notification in the game.
My hands were immediately on the keyboard without thinking. And immediately I forced myself to sit still. Forced myself to calm down. I’d been thinking of nothing but that hot moment with John taking me from behind and Conlan looking at me in rapt attention through the webcam for the past couple of days and I was desperately hoping for a repeat performance. I hoped this message was him asking for a repeat performance.
I felt butterflies in my stomach as I saw that blinking chat window. So familiar, something I’d seen countless times since I started playing Tales of Elassa, and yet it was something that made my stomach twist ever since I’d met Conlan. Every new message from him seemed to bring a new adventure and I wondered what this one would be.
I moved my mouse up and clicked on the new message.
“Hi!”
“Hi yourself,” I fired back.
“Having a good night?”
“Better now that you’re online,” I replied. I glanced over my shoulder to John and thought about interrupting his raid, but nothing had started yet. I’d get his attention when things started getting hot and heavy.
“I was hoping I’d catch you online,” he said.
“Really? Why?”
“Well I’m actually kind of excited and kind of nervous about what I’m about to ask…”
Now I was really curious. What could he possibly be asking me that would make him nervous? Especially considering everything that had already happened between the two of us. Color me intrigued.
“You have my attention,” I said. “Go ahead…”
“I want to meet you.”
I blinked. That’s what he was so worked up about? That’s what had him hesitant to talk to me? That wasn’t a big deal! I almost wanted to laugh. Men could be so ridiculous sometimes.
“Well that’s not a problem!”
“Really? I didn’t expect you to say yes so quickly!”
“Sure! Where do you want to meet? One of the dungeons? One of the inns? We could go and hang out in one of the elf zones, get away from human territory for a while if you’d like,” I said. “I’m getting kind of tired of human territory anyways. I might even be able to convince my husband to stop raiding and come along.”
There was a pause. A definite hesitation. Something about that hesitation told me I’d just said something wrong. What could I possibly…
Oh.
No. He couldn’t possibly mean…
“I didn’t mean meet in game,” he said.
Well yes, it looked like he certainly could mean that. I blinked. He wanted to meet me? In person? We’d only known each
other for a couple of weeks. Sure it had been a whirlwind couple of weeks, but I was still hesitant.
It’s not like I’d never met people I knew from the Internet. Sure there were crazies out there, but we lived in a world where most dating started online, hell that’s how I met my husband, and most of the moral panic about ax-murdering Internet predators had died down, and yet something about this whole situation, something about how he was jumping to meeting me in person so quickly, gave me pause. It had me wondering if this was all a setup or something.
Chatting with him had been fun. Those pictures and video had been a hell of a lot of fun. John was into it. And yet I was hesitant because it was crossing a serious line. Another line. It would be one of many lines we’d crossed lately but still.
I looked back to the screen. “I don’t know…”
“I figured you’d be a little hesitant,” he said. “But hear me out. I was thinking I could fly out to wherever you are and get a hotel. We have dinner or something and if things go well then you, me, and hubby see where things go. If they don’t work out then I have a little mini-vacation and you forget all about it.”
I thought about that for a moment. It sounded perfectly reasonable. Then again perfectly reasonable is exactly how some crazy person might sound right before they tossed you into the pit in their basement or whatever it was crazy people did these days.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Come on,” he typed. “You’re not going to deny me the opportunity to meet one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever known and deny your husband the opportunity to have his crazy little fantasy fulfilled are you?”
I rolled my eyes. He was laying it on pretty thick. I wasn’t sure what to think. Surely if this was a joke he would’ve given it up earlier. And yet there was a voice that was louder than my nagging self doubt telling me this was the real deal. There was a voice telling me to talk it over with John and go for it if he was game.
