Chapter 1

I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting here at the kitchen table all morning going over it in my head, reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, but even worse, excited.

I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband has this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house. Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting around the house bored to death.

We recently bought a new computer. My husband uses it when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out of town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole new horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the chat rooms that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something called water sports, even sex with children! I also saw chat rooms that were for people who apparently shared my most secret fantasy. But for a long time I resisted going in.

I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of being a sex slave to an older man since I was in my early teens. In my fantasies I was usually subservient to someone who was not very attractive. I never imagined myself being ordered around by a handsome man or a boy my age. He was always cold and cruel and he took pleasure in making me do things that were nasty and perverted and humiliating. I have no idea where these fantasies come from. But I frequently indulged in them while masturbating. And later, after I was married, I even enjoyed those fantasies when making love to my husband.

Finally, during one of my husband's many trips out of town, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I entered one of those chat rooms. Unfortunately, it was fantastic! It was just as exciting as I had imagined it would be. I was invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am twenty-three and a little tall at five foot seven. I am very slender, weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds. I am a natural blonde. My bra size is 32B. I am considered quite attractive.

The man I was chatting with described himself. He was forty-eight, five foot ten, two hundred and twenty-five pounds, and he insisted that he had a thick nine inch cock. He even sent me a picture of it.

Of course, I don't know if it was actually his picture. It didn't really matter. It was very impressive, though.

At the beginning or our chat I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his direction I took off my t-shirt and my jeans. I wasn't wearing a bra but I took off my panties for him.

Now I was totally naked and talking to a strange man about sex! It was very exciting. As we chatted my excitement grew. I imagined that he could see me as I sat there naked, typing my responses to his embarrassing questions and responding "Yes, Sir" to every order he gave. He made me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he described all the nasty things he would love to do to me.

I was hooked! From that day on, whenever my husband was away I was on the internet. I was in that chat room or a similar one. Over time I chatted with most of the regulars, as well as anyone else that invited me.

I told strange men my fantasies, in great detail. I acted out their fantasies as well. I couldn't get enough. I explored some of the other kinky chat rooms, including the one dedicated to rape fantasies. I found a lot of excitement there too. But I always went back to that first room, looking for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse me if only in my mind.

Things got a little out of hand last night. My husband had been gone for almost two weeks. I was incredibly horny and lonely. I had consumed a couple glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker. But my limit is usually one glass. If I drink more than one glass I start getting silly.

I was talking to a man from Australia. He was an older man, and that was good. He was a bit wilder than I was used to. But he was so far away that I felt safe. And I was just a little tipsy so I was enjoying it. He convinced me to pour myself a third glass of wine as we talked.

Big mistake!! I did. And as the evening wore on and I consumed that third glass of wine I found myself doing everything that he ordered. He was pretty good at bringing my fantasies to life, too. He really knew how to push my buttons.

He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his amusement. He discussed scenarios in which he undressed me in public in the middle of the day. He talked about allowing strange men to touch me intimately in a public place, a bar or a restaurant. He made me touch myself while we chatted. He got me so aroused, and I was so tipsy, that I guess I just got carried away.

After chatting for nearly two hours he told me to call a taxi. When the driver got to my home I was to go out to the car, naked. He wanted me to lean over the hood, and beg the driver to fuck me.

I couldn't do that, of course. Not in this neighborhood. Not even after three glasses of wine.

I told him that I wanted to serve him. But I simply couldn't obey that order.

He wouldn't take no for an answer. He kept after me. As unbelievable as it seems, we reached a compromise. I would call a taxi. When it arrived I would go out in my robe and ask the driver to come in and help me with my bags.

I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a combination of the wine, being so frustrated and aroused, and an irresistible desire to experiment with my fantasies. Maybe doing it on the computer just wasn't enough anymore.

For whatever reason, I actually made the call for a taxi!

As I waited for the taxi to arrive, my Australian master began giving me orders, telling me what to do when the cab arrived. He kept trying to get me to do something outside. But finally he became more reasonable. In exchange, I agreed to go outside, in only my robe, and invite the driver in. I would ask him to sit in my chair at the computer. My master would explain that I was his slave and I would do whatever he wanted.

He was going to tell the driver that I was going to lick and suck his cock and then let him fuck me. While I was doing this, the driver would be asked to tell him all about what I was doing. I was to have our Polaroid camera ready so that the driver could take some pictures of me to send to him. I thought that would be safe. Australia was half a world away, and I was half drunk.

Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It was as if I was watching myself from outside my body! I heard the cab pull up in my driveway. I put my robe on and hurried out to meet the driver before he could blow the horn. I waited for him to open his window and I invited him in under the pretext of helping me with my luggage. I'm not sure what he was thinking when he saw me in a robe. But he seemed a little put out. He obviously wasn't happy about it. But he agreed to help me with my bags.

I don't know what I had been expecting. He was very unattractive and very overweight. He seemed to be in his mid to late forties, and he didn't look all that clean.

I cannot explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it was all a mistake. I followed my instructions as if I was in a trance. I suppose that I had slipped so much into that character I had been fantasizing about since puberty that I had given up my free will. I was in a trance, a sexual trance.

I led him inside. I could almost feel his eyes on me, trying to see through my thin robe. I led him into the computer room and asked him to sit in my chair.

He looked a little worried. It was obvious that something unusual was going on. But he sat down, keeping his eyes on me, as if he expected me to attack him or something.

As soon as he was seated I took a deep breath and did something that, looking back on it I can't believe I had the nerve to do. Not even after consuming three glasses of wine. I untied the belt on my robe and allowed it to fall open enough that he could see that I was naked under it. My breasts were still covered. But my pubic area was on display.

His eyes bugged out and he sat there, staring at my pubic area. I stared down at this ugly old man who was staring at my exposed vulva and neatly trimmed pubic hair and a rush went through me that I could never describe. I very nearly achieved orgasm just from the fact that I was so exposed to a complete stranger.