At the time I had just turned forty. That milestone, for some reason, had me beginning to wonder whether, as good as my sex life was with my husband, Tom, there was more to sex than I had experienced.

Certainly the massage in Phuket was the first time a woman’s touch had aroused me. And, how I came and came again! Even in my late teens, I had not, as many girls do, experimented sexually with girls. I didn’t mind if they did but, for me, sex was something you did with boys. Not that I was that active.

In the weeks that followed our return from Phuket, I’d replay the massage in my mind, each time getting wet and usually masturbating or urging Tom, if he were home, to fuck me. I’ve never been sure if Tom sensed any changes in me. I suspect he simply put it down to my turning forty. Once or twice he remarked that he had read that for some women their libido increased after forty and he was pleased that I was one!

One evening, when he was away, I started browsing porn sites looking for stories or videos of massages. I so wanted a repeat! I even went to a massage parlour in the city but, despite letting my ass give a little wiggle, all I got was a very good and professional massage of stiff muscles!

My online browsing widened and, while it might surprise you, I was amazed at what I discovered. My sex life was vanilla in the extreme! I eventually found a lesbian chat site. The site was a zoo. While ostensibly a chat room for lesbian and bisexual women it attracted many weirdoes and particularly men whose only creativity was an opening line: “Hi babe, wanna fuck?” I got expert with the ignore key!

Amongst this dross I did find genuine women who became friends. They introduced me to the joys of cyber sex. I am clearly a very sexual person with a good imagination. I found that as my mind was stimulated my body followed. Cyber, with the right person, was an act of seduction. The words in the chat window stimulated me and I became aroused. My pussy became wet and occasionally I would even climax, although usually that followed later as I lay in bed. I lost my ‘cyber virginity’ with Carrie from Toronto who, like me, had had her bi-side stimulated by a massage. I got brave and started using a cam. I had my first climax on cam with (and watched by) Lacey, another Canadian. What is it about Canadian women? Their cold winters sure seem to stimulate their libidos and made them very hot cyber lovers!

I could have very easily taken several of these online relationships into the real world except for the very big ocean that separated us! None were Australian! On the other hand, that geographical barrier was also a very important psychological barrier.

So that was my life, four months after Phuket. At home I was the same loving wife and mother as I had always been, if anything a little hornier but Tom put that down to my increased libido of being forty! When he was away, and he travelled most months, I went online and enjoyed an increasingly varied range of chats, role-plays and mutual masturbation sessions. All of my online activities were with women. Tom was my only man. Indeed, perhaps illogically, I still regarded myself faithful to him.

I still wanted to experience a woman’s touch again in real life. However I didn’t really know how to take that step and, to be perfectly honest, wasn’t sure of the consequences. The divide between my real life and my cyber life was reassuring and a sense of safety. I could be bold, even at times promiscuous online, with no real impact on my real life in Sydney. With hindsight, I suspect I was right to tread cautiously. My cyber life was more of a reflection of me than I realised at the time.

Breaking of my self-imposed barrier between my cyber life and my real world came at a rather unlikely place, the opening of an art show sponsored by Tom’s firm. It was a warm early summer’s evening and I was dressed in a sleek flowing dress that nicely showed my figure. Tom liked it but since it was backless I couldn’t wear a bra with the result that it was rather revealing if my nipples became aroused. Not that I anticipated that they would at a rather stuffy cocktail party. I'll tell you what happened in my next story.