Chapter 1

I did a terrible thing yesterday. Something I have always been certain I would never do. It was something I had never even been tempted to do before. I cheated on my husband. As horrible as that is, it’s only half the problem. The other half of the problem is that I don’t feel guilty. Well, maybe a little. But not so guilty I won’t do it again. Because it was so damn exciting! It was the best sex I have ever had! Actually, I guess there are three halves to the problem. I guess I should explain.

My name is Paula English. I’m twenty-eight years old. I’ve been married to Jarrod for six years. I’m 5’2” and weigh 102 pounds. I have dark red hair and a figure that turns men’s heads, though my breasts aren’t huge. I wear a B cup bra which may not sound all that impressive but I go to the gym regularly, have a firm, very slender body so my very perky breasts seem to look larger. I work out for an hour after work almost every night in the company gym and I’m in very good shape.

Jarrod and I met not long after I started work after college. We worked for the same firm at the time. He started work a year before me. He’s a year older and he graduated a year before I did. Jarrod is the perfect husband. He’s 6’1” and weighs 170 pounds. He has dark blonde, almost brown hair. He is in good shape. He has a swimmer’s body. He isn’t muscular but he is very fit. He is kind and gentle and considerate and he never forgets an anniversary or a birthday.

We started dating not long after I started working at Anderson and Sons. We kept it quiet. The company has a strict non fraternization policy but we had been attracted to each other the moment we met and we really didn’t care what the policy was.

It might have gotten to be a problem as things progressed between us. But not long after we started dating, Jarrod got an offer from another firm. They nearly doubled his salary and the benefits were outstanding. He liked working at Anderson’s. But it solved all of our problems when he took the new job.

We were no longer able to ride back and forth to work together. But since he now had a company car and a company gas credit card it wasn’t that big a deal. Besides, we were both making pretty good money by then. I was only making half of what Jarrod was. But it was still a damn good salary, especially for someone just out of school.

As the years passed we both worked our way up the ladder at our respective firms. Jarrod was on the fast track, though. In five years he was in upper management and on the verge of becoming a vice president. He was making so much money I didn’t need to work. We talked about it, though. I enjoy my job. I’ve worked hard to get ahead. I’m respected and I have some good friends at work. Maybe later, if and when kids come along, maybe then I’ll decide I need to stay home. But not now, not yet.

Jarrod and I are still very much in love. We still go out fairly regularly. We eat dinner together as often as possible but his work is occupying more and more of his time as he plays the game to get ahead. He often has to work until late in the evening. He plays golf nearly every Saturday, whether he wants to or not. And at least once a month there’s a poker game he doesn’t dare miss. In other words, lately I’ve been spending a hell of a lot of my evenings home alone.

I don’t blame my husband. I understood perfectly. I understand office politics. It’s the price we pay for living in a huge home on the lake that is now worth in excess of a million dollars, driving a luxury car and having a boathouse full of very expensive marine toys. Jarrod’s salary is rapidly approaching one million a year with the perks. I understood that he has to play along to get ahead.

Be that as it may, there’s no denying I’ve been spending a lot more time than I like alone lately. And not to be too crude, I frequently go to bed alone and horny. That led to more and more frequent masturbation and you can’t have masturbation without fantasies. I suppose those fantasies are partly to blame for what happened.

It started on the internet. Like many people now, I have a list of people I keep in touch with through email. But now that I’m spending so much time alone I found myself spending much more time on the internet.

I’m not into chatting or what they call netsex. I don’t go looking for strangers to talk to. Unlike many women, though, I’m very susceptible to visual stimulation. Or at least that’s what I’ve heard. Before I would masturbate I would go to a few sites I found and look at pictures of naked men. I love looking at those big, virile, well hung, gorgeous hunks. Then I would go to my room, get out my vibrator and start fantasizing while I masturbated until my arms hurt.

My routine slowly began to change, though. One day I brought my vibrator to my computer room with me and masturbated while looking at pictures and imagining ... well, you probably know what I was imagining.

Then one day, I had already had several very nice orgasms and I was just relaxing, still in front of the computer. I scrolled down to the end of the page and did something I seldom do. I clicked on a link to another site that sounded interesting.

This new site was different. It wasn’t just pictures. There were stories. You may find this hard to believe, but I had never read stories like these before. I knew of their existence of course. But they had just never interested me. But since I was here, and I was bored, well, what the hell!

I clicked on a story and skimmed over it. I wasn’t impressed. It was puerile and although it was about a kind of immature sex it was not in the least erotic. Worse yet, it was full of typographical errors and misspellings which made it nearly impossible to read.

I tried another and it was only slightly better. The third story I opened was just plain disgusting and I was going to give up and go to bed. But then a title caught my eye and I thought, “Okay, just one more.”

The story started out slowly, but I was impressed with the setup and the character development. This guy was no Hemmingway but his story was definitely a cut above the previous stories I had looked at. It contained typos and grammatical errors. The writer could really use the services of a good editor but even so I soon found myself reading just because I was curious about the characters. Before I knew it I had been sucked into the story. Even though it was very long, I couldn’t stop reading! The story was seventy or eighty pages long but it was like a book you can’t put down.

It wasn’t just a good story. It was extremely erotic. It was about many things I had never considered erotic before. But as I read I found myself imagining myself in the position of the woman in the story and I spent the next two hours reading as quickly as my eyes could scan the page with my vibrator back between my thighs. This guy is pretty good! I think I have a new favorite author.

The story was about a naïve young woman who was blackmailed by a biker. He had found some incriminating pictures and chat logs he had access to because he worked for her internet service provider. He did terrible things to that poor woman. He humiliated her and degraded her and shared her with friends and strangers alike. It was awful! And as I read it I had one huge orgasm after another imagining I was that poor young woman.

By the time I finished the story it was after midnight and I was exhausted. I did something then that I had never done before. I emailed a stranger.

The author of the story had posted his email address and invited comments from readers. On the spur of the moment, in the afterglow of several great orgasms, I emailed him and told him how much I enjoyed his story and thanked him for all of the effort he had put into it.

After I sent the email I put my computer to sleep and went to bed. Jarrod didn’t get home from his Saturday night poker game until after I was asleep.

On Sunday I made breakfast. After we ate, Jarrod went to his study to do something or other while I cleaned the kitchen. We no longer have chores around the house except for cooking our meals. We have a woman who comes in, cleans and does the laundry. We have a couple of men who do the yardwork and another man who cleans the pool.

After I cleaned up the breakfast dishes I went and checked my email. I was surprised to find a reply from the author whose story I had so enjoyed last night. I almost didn’t open it. I expected he was some dirty old man and he wanted me to chat with him or send him a nude picture or something. But I was curious so I opened it.

It was a very short, very polite response to my email. He thanked me for taking the time to write and he directed me to the site where his stories are archived in case I would like to read more of them. I most certainly want to read more of them! That man, with the help of my vibrator, was responsible for one of the most sexually satisfying evenings of my life!

I clicked on the link in his email and I was surprised to find more than ninety stories, all by the same author! Pay dirt! He has re-edited and reposted many of his stories. His work still isn’t perfect but he’s improving, He could still benefit from the services of an editor.

There were stories about all sorts of things, some of them pretty nasty. I looked through the story codes and picked out one of the milder ones and opened it. I saved the story. I book marked the site and closed my browser. Then I tried to decide if I want to read this while my husband is home. If this story is anything like the one I read last night I’m going to want to read it with my vibrator running.

I thought maybe I would just read a page or two and see if it was as interesting as the first one I read but just then Jarrod called me on the intercom to say he’s going next door for a while.

As if he isn’t already gone from my life often enough, he often spent much of Sunday afternoon either next door or down in our home theater room watching sports with our neighbor. But today, for a change, I wasn’t all that upset to learn he’s going next door for two or three hours.

I got up and pushed the intercom button and told him to have fun. Then I got out my vibrator, pulled off my shorts and sat down. I was quickly sucked into the story. Once more it started slow with excellent character development and just the right amount of plot development. By page five I was hooked.

This new story was about a man who bought a house out of bankruptcy which had been owned by a young couple who had both lost their jobs when the place they worked closed. When he went to inspect his property he found them hiding in the house. He offered them a chance to get their lives back on track. In exchange, the couple would both become his sex slaves.

The sex was very good in this story. But it was the character development that made it work. I found myself really caring what happened to these people! And once more the situations and the way the author described the emotions and the reactions of the couple to the nasty things he made them do were incredibly erotic. They weren’t always realistic. In fact, they were often implausible. But he just seemed to make it work.

I was hooked now. Soon I was spending every free moment on the computer. I spent a few minutes checking my email and an hour or two reading those stories and going through batteries in my vibrator like you wouldn’t believe.

I went back to his site, downloaded all his stories and kept them in their own file.

It took me almost two months to vibrate my way through those stories. I saved the most depraved stories for last. But I even had to read those. I couldn’t help it. I had to have more of his stories.

I read about things I would never even have contemplated before I discovered those stories. I read and was turned on by stories of rape, gang rape, bondage, blackmail, interracial sex, even incest! And I’m an only child!

There were parts I didn’t care for. I had to skim over things like sex with animals and women being peed on. But I read and was turned on by nearly everything else, even the things that shocked me.

I was actually depressed when I finally reached the end of the archive. I started back at the beginning again and started re-reading some of my favorites. But I checked back nearly every day to see if he had posted a new story.

It was at that needy point in my life when someone new started working in my office. He wasn’t new with the company. He had been brought in from one of the satellite offices. I was going to be working closely with him so when he showed up one Monday morning I was given the task of orienting him and introducing him around.

His name is Blakely Thornton but he asked to be called Blake. He has a very slight accent. He was born in England and lived the first ten years of his life there. He has just enough of an accent left to be fun to listen to. He’s very handsome, personable and extremely intelligent. He’s taller than average and when he took his suitcoat off it was obvious he works out. Wow! Even all dressed up it’s obvious he’s buff!

He has a beautiful smile. He’s quiet, reserved, but as I said, still quite personable. Everyone took to him instantly, including me. Oh, and he’s black.

As I escorted him around and introduced him the women were going crazy over him. You would’ve thought I was escorting Brad Pitt around. When he met his new coworkers he was always polite, but nothing more. And when we got back to our office he was all business. He wasn’t rude or unfriendly you understand. But he didn’t flirt or kid around. He’s there to do a job and he didn’t seem to be interested in the ladies at all.

I checked. He isn’t wearing a ring. But he didn’t talk about himself much. I didn’t know if he’s married or not.

We got along just great. I really enjoyed working with him. The day passed so quickly I was surprised when I heard people starting to go home for the evening. While engaging in casual conversation late in the day I found out he’s living in a hotel and eating in restaurants, and that he’s single. I insisted he come home and have dinner with Jarrod and me.