Chapter 1

I will admit that when I became single again for the first time in more than 20 years, it honestly wasn’t all that bad.

I know that is a dreadful thing to say. But it indeed was not.

In reality, we had drifted apart a long time ago. I felt like a piece of furniture to him, and I’m sure he felt the same way about me.

When our daughter turned 18, we agreed that it was time to move on. So, we did. I know it sounds like it shouldn’t have been as simple as that, but it was.

He moved out; I got the house and Maddi.

No, I didn’t turn it into a swinging bachelor pad, nor did I have any interest in doing so. I just wanted to relax. So, I did.

I expanded the garden, took up running, went out to eat more often, and walked our little downtown area more frequently.

Sure, I was lonely sometimes, but even a simple hookup could be a massive pain in the ass.

So, I went into the wonderful world of cybersex. At first, it was erotic stories and chatrooms. Then, I found programs with rooms and avatars that could be made to have sex with other avatars. Yeah, those were something.

My favorite became 3dx. Sure, it was buggy, but it was the people who kept me coming back. I was there sporadically, but I still had built up a reasonably good list of friends. And a pretty good list of sexual partners.

When I first started, I was pure vanilla. The typical ex-wife character, jumping on any young guy she could find.

But that started to get pretty dull pretty quickly. Guys are not exceptionally skilled at engaging in conversations.

So, I joined in a few threesomes and usually ended up spending a lot more time talking with the girls than I did with the guys. Often, we would ultimately leave the guy out of the conversation.

Eventually, I reached the point where I left guys out ultimately.

Eventually, I reached the point where I only had cybersex with other women.

Ok, I know, I know. Many of the women in those chatrooms are men. I got it. But it was still the feminine aspect of it that attracted me to other women.

I also became quite skilled at identifying the men. Not perfect, mind you. Some guys were damn good at pretending to be women. However, I eventually reached the point where, 9 out of 10 times, I could sniff out a guy after a half-hour conversation.

You see, it was the conversation that attracted me many times. I loved the conversation. I loved talking with the other girls, whether it was about the weather, life in general, the shortcomings of men, running, gardening, writing, or whatever. I could talk for days with another woman in a sex chat room about all of those things without actually having sex.

And in the end, that was how I was usually able to sniff out a guy. Most of them were not going to wait around for days to have virtual sex with some chick – and I know many times, he was wondering on his end if I was an actual female or some other dude.

After a few months, I became pretty damn good at it. I gained myself a reputation as a very generous lover. I mean, it truly got me off when I knew the lady on the other end had an orgasm because of the sexy words I was telling her.

A few times, we even took it further. I found that Discord was an excellent way to communicate with each other outside of 3DX, often engaging in voice chats and occasionally video chats.

I even had the perfect setup. I bought an extra comfy office chair that supported not just my head but my whole body, one that I could lean back in and take a nap if necessary. A large viewing screen provided me with plenty of things to look at in startlingly realistic detail.

But it was my toy selection that made it all work. A few months before we split, I bought a toy called Lush, which wrapped itself around so one part went inside of me while the other rested right on my clit. Wow, that wonderful thing gave me some incredible orgasms!

One evening, after Maddi had gone to her bedroom for the night, I sat up and began wandering around the rooms.

I usually spend a lot of time lurking, sitting on benches, or on the beach. Tonight felt like a beach night at Cheating Wives on Vacation, one of my favorite spots. That night, as usual, I sat by my favorite palm tree, gazing out at the ocean and the sunset while checking out profiles.

I saw a few friends that night and chatted with them while checking out their profiles.

About an hour later, I noticed a good friend of mine, Violet, was online, so I messaged her a hello.

We talked for a while and started comparing notes. We both have remarkably similar tastes in women and partners and are not afraid to share our cutie of the day. She was in her early 30s, about a decade older than me, but we both seemed to be attracted to those very young cuties who would occasionally pop in.

“Have you run into anyone called MadCutie yet?” she asked me at one point.

I said I had not.

If you ever see her, you have to talk to her. She is such a doll!”

We talked and compared for a while longer when Violet said, “Hey, meet me in Cheating Wives. I am headed there. Mad Cutie is going to meet me there, and I’d like you to meet her. Only on for about an hour, but it would be great to see you!”

“Already there!” I spoke.

A few moments later, Violet sat next to me, a cutie with long blonde hair and generous breasts to die for. We had talked on Discord a few times, and I can assure you that Violet was the real thing; her avatar complemented her quite well.

Trailing her was another cutie with long blonde hair and much smaller breasts with the words Mad Cutie hovering over her avatar.

Okay, after a while, many 3D avatars start to look the same, which is why I do some profile digging. When I looked at MadCutie’s profile, I saw a couple of AI anime pictures, along with some closeups of a lovely pair of little titties and a marvelous pussy closeup.

We exchanged pleasantries and talked for a little bit. It was the usual banter: current events, the weather, where we were from. To my surprise, I found that Mad Cutie was also from Ohio. Go figure!

The talk moved to sexual orientations, as it does, and MadCutie admitted she loved the attention of older women and also admitted that she was a real-life virgin with men or women. When we pushed gently a little bit further, we found she considered herself a lesbian, which naturally got Violet, and I wound up like mad.

Naturally, it was Violet who made the first move. She always did. I had always been shy and reserved, even in a virtual chatroom where everyone was begging each other for sex. This time, she suggested we go over to a more private corner of the room and naked cuddle with each other before Violet had to leave for the night. MadCutie and I readily agreed.

The other part of the beach was, indeed, more secluded, taking us several minutes to reach. By now, I was getting a little wet in anticipation, and Violet messaged me that she was too.