She slides into bed. She is excited and hopeful. It has been a while.
Michelle made her husband his favorite meal for dinner. Instead of watching television, she set the table, dimmed the lights, and used their gifted silver-plated candle sticks. She wondered why people still gave those as wedding presents. Maybe it was how married people secretly told newlyweds that those candle sticks would be needed for evenings like this.
Michelle dressed nice, flattering, but not sultry or desperate. She was nervous and did not want to be that obvious, but she did her best to set the mood. Michelle wanted a romantic evening to end with sex. It was that simple, yet their life no longer was. Work was stressful and Derek had been working long hours. They rarely saw one another and Michelle feared they were growing apart. It had been months and she hoped tonight she could end their draught.
After a relaxing drink and some light conversation, Derek decided to retire early. Michelle was excited to leave the dirty dishes for tomorrow and followed him to their bedroom. It was dark when she entered so she undressed, pulled back the duvet, and slid her naked body against the warm back of the man she shared a bed with for over ten years. She pulled the duvet across her body, trapping them and their warmth underneath.
Even though it was dark, Michelle closed her eyes as she pushed her body closer to his, squeezing her breasts against his back. Her cheek rested on his neck and she enjoyed the familiar scent she had fell in love with so many years ago. Her heart fluttered as she felt his body sigh. He then turned to her and pulled her body close to his. Derek wrapped Michelle in his arms and as she readied herself for a kiss, he mumbles, “Great dinner, Hun. Thanks.”
Ignoring his grogginess, Michelle found one of his hands and interlocks their fingers. She led her man across her hip and slides him between her legs, hoping he would realize she was ready for him. As their hands slid closer, her body tingled, and she took a deep breath anticipating his touch. All her planning had paid off. She would make love to her husband tonight with hopes of connecting in a way husbands and wives should. Michelle heard his deep breaths becoming more shallow and steady. She then realized he had fallen asleep, once again.
*
Michelle fought her tears but this was too much. She wondered what more could she do to regain her husband’s love and affection. Maybe he no longer found her attractive, or worse, maybe he no longer loved her. Her disappointment turned to sobs and streams of hot tears flowing down her cheeks. Once again, it seemed like Michelle was in for another love-less evening where she would cry herself to sleep.
Instead, Michelle wiped away her pain and frustration as she climbed out of bed, not caring if she startled or woke him. Her frustration and hurt had turned into anger and need.
She tossed her pillow on the floor, and sat on it as she backed against her side of the bed. She listened to his selfish snoring as she grabbed the tablet from her night stand. The screen glowed against her bare skin as it filled the room with a soothing blue warmth. Earlier in the day, when she told her friend about the evening she had planned, her friend suggested one of those naughty websites where she could read something that would get her in the mood. Michelle assured her friend that she did not need anything, but things had changed, and the evening did not go as she had planned.
After typing Lush Stories, Michelle looked over her shoulder at her husband before she pressed enter. Her heart pounded against her chest. She had never done anything like this. She did not look at internet porn and she certainly did not read dirty stories, but tonight she would.
Her friend said she did not have to, but if she joined the site, she would have access to other things like forums and chat rooms, and other members. Most of the people were pretty great to talk to but some of them were cunts. She had to be careful. Michelle said fuck it, threw caution to the wind, and signed up. There was so much to look at but tonight she just wanted to read something hot and sexy, to take the place of what should have happened behind her.
So many categories, so many stories, so many writers, where does one begin, she wonders. Then one story catches her eye, Café Au Lait, by some guy named Ping.
I like coffee, she thought to herself, justifying what she was about to do. She clicked on the title and a black and white picture of a sexy, naked man holding a coffee cup over his genitals got an immediate reaction. She could only imagine what was behind his cup. Michelle must have been smiling more than she realized, because she felt tightness in her cheeks. That familiar tingling had also returned.
A woman gets more today than the coffee she ordered…
Who comes up with this shit?
Michelle covered her mouth to contain her giddiness. She was actually doing this, she thought. What she felt reminded her about the first time she touched a man’s penis. She was nervous but enjoyed it.
Would she enjoy this too?
She then read the story, not really knowing what to expect, and did not pause until she finished. She couldn’t. It was a story she related to. It was about a woman who had not had sex in a long time and ended up getting it in a coffee shop’s bathroom while standing against the inside of the bathroom door. It also made her laugh because the woman appreciated that the bathroom was clean. I would too, she thought.
The story was unlike any experience she had ever had or even thought about. As she read, she immersed herself, first sitting across from the handsome stranger, then following him to the bathroom, then getting pressed up against the locked door as he took her from behind.
Michelle noticed her crossed legs were bouncing from the excitement and then saw the wet mark on the pillow case. She had been leaking from the excitement. She did not know if she should be horrified or impressed by what the story had done to her. Sex had always been so vanilla bean, but realizing how aroused she became from the idea of being spontaneously and aggressively taken, changed her perception of what turned her on. Instead of medium roast, her arousal had become an exotic blend.
Michelle started reading the story again, focusing more on what it must have felt like to have a stranger’s big penis enter her body. As she read, she slowly rubbed herself and circled her excited area. The idea of having her hands held high above her head, as the stranger entered her from behind, made her insides begin to ache. It was building.
She rolled one hardened nipple as her other fingers easily slid inside. She became mesmerized by the words as the sex leapt off of the screen and into her mind. Her breathing deepened as her fingers moved faster, bringing her closer to a much needed orgasm.
She cautiously listened to the rolling thunder of snores, confirming Derek was still asleep, hoping he would not interrupt her activity. She thought if he did wake, she could quickly click on the next tab, which was Ebay, before arousing any suspicion. All seemed safe so she gave herself approval to cum to the thought of having sex with someone other than her husband.
Her fingers moved faster now, as did her heaving breasts from her breathing. She closed her eyes and rolled to the side, laying face down as she started humping her hand, as her pelvis pressed into the pillow on the floor. Michelle quickly lost control and her walls clutched against her fingers as the throbbing began. To remain quiet, she bit her lip as her orgasm rushed through her body, causing it to twitch and spasm on their bedroom floor.
Yes, it had been much too long. Her orgasm seemed like it would never end, nor did she want it to.
While recovering, with her chest still heaving from her new adventure, Michelle imagined her body being like a white, downy feather, floating back and forth down to earth. It was peaceful. Michelle then heard a whistle. Her heart jumped again and she panicked. HOLY SHIT! She wondered if she had time to change the computer screen, or was it too late. She opened her eyes, fearing Derek’s next words.
She covered her mouth, gently grazing against the warmth of her flushed lips and cheeks, while she slowly removed her wet and sticky hand from between her legs. But she then heard more snoring. Derek was still asleep. She was relieved but wondered what the hell that sound was when she noticed a little black box at the top corner of her tablet’s screen.
It was a message from someone who was asking her to chat. Oh my god! She did not expect that. What to do? What TO DO? With Derek still safely sawing logs behind her, Michelle again said fuck it, and decided to answer and say hello.
What’s the worst that could happen?
*
Michelle patiently waited for him. In fact, she had been anxiously waiting all day. They agreed he would contact her after dinner, her time. If Derek was home, she would contact him after her husband fell asleep. If he was working late, then they would do something else. The thought of what that could be intrigued Michelle.
The previous night, while Derek snored away, they had discussed taking it to the next level. They would exchange pictures, which meant much more than smiling faces and fully clothed body shots. There was even talk of trying 'FaceTime' and 'Skype'.
Michelle nervously thought that she would no longer need to rely on his words for her pleasure. Instead of her words, he could watch her masturbate and orgasm. She could see the big cock he described and watch it cum while he stroked himself to her image and mutual activity. A couple of weeks ago, she would have never considered doing anything like this, but she had become bolder with this cyber experience.
Yet again, like almost every night over the past two weeks, Derek either came home late and went to straight to bed, or called to say he had to work late. He always apologized because each night, he did not eat the dinner Michelle had prepared for them. She sensed his guilt but his words quickly lost their meaning.
On this night, he called to say the team was going out for dinner and then was returning to the office. The deadline was looming and there was still so much to finish. Derek’s absence was enough motivation for Michelle to agree to 'Skype' if it was suggested. If he did not, she considered suggesting it herself.
Twenty minutes passed, then thirty. This fucking guy was becoming a disappointment just like her husband. This tardy pattern of his was annoying, and tonight more than ever, was becoming a problem.
Why did he disappear like this?
As much as Michelle wanted to have sex with this man, she was beginning to think she was being played. She was new to this. Her friend did say to be careful because there were some cunts here. Or maybe, he had just overextended himself and was not really the man he portrayed himself to be. Thirty-one minutes. Damn it!
Michelle decided to contact him.
She searched for his profile to send him a request, but his profile was gone. She typed it again, and the screen glared back saying that profile did not exist. Michelle became furious, tossed her tablet across the bed, and started weeping. She felt humiliated that she let this man lead her on this way. She thought it might have been some punk kid or some old dirt bag that got his kicks leading on desperate women. She then realized what she called herself – a desperate woman - but it was true. She was a desperate, lonely woman in an unsatisfying marriage. She had convinced herself she could find something on line to fill that void in her marriage.
Or maybe, he was married and his wife caught him. Or worse, maybe he really did not find her attractive and did not know how to break it off, so he bolted instead.
Oh, For Fuck Sakes! You Bastard…Fuckstick! Cunt!
Michelle stood naked, now staring at her husband’s side of the bed, shocked that she just called someone the word her friend used. She was also having very nasty thoughts of what she would like to do tonight with Derek’s body while he slept. She knew she was smart enough, but not strong enough to dispose of his corpse. She became enraged that his selfish, inattentiveness pushed her to these lengths. She had become that woman that was searching for on-line love, or lust, or... whatever the fuck it was.
All she wanted to do was have sex with her husband! What the hell!
Then, her tablet whistled.
Ready to both tear a strip off of the prick but also forgive him, she lunged across the bed for the tablet. She landed on her stomach with her knees bent and her ankles crossed as she turned over the tablet to look at the blue screen. Shit!
It was someone else. Without hesitation, she typed hello and sent her reply.
*
Michelle was more careful this time, but also more aggressive. This time, she was the one in control. Curiously, she appreciated that Rick respected her privacy and did not ask for any pictures. So, she did not ask for any of him. Instead, they exchanged descriptions of one another. Rick said he was an average guy, with blonde hair and blue eyes, and that he liked to workout. He wore a suit and tie that during the day hid a few large and colorful tattoo choices from his youth. Michelle liked tattoos and wanted to see them, but decided not to ask him to send pictures. She hoped she would see them in person since she learned that they lived in the same city.
Michelle quickly became smitten with this new guy. Rick was smart, made her laugh, was very respectful, and seemed emotionally available, something she missed from her husband. They talked about relationships and how lonely they both were. They both just wanted to connect with someone and coincidently, they quickly did with each other.
Another thing she liked about this guy is that he did not want to cyber with her. Sure, they had been tempted on several occasions, partaking in some vigorous one-handed typing. Many times, she thought of him after they logged off, having more than one orgasm inducing sleep. But, he wanted to be with her. He said that, call him old fashioned, but if they were to have sex, they should have sex. Nothing else could replace that. That was all Michelle needed to hear and she agreed to meet him for coffee.
*
It had been several weeks since Michelle first read Café Au Lait. At Rick’s suggestion, they would meet at the coffee shop in the Four Seasons hotel downtown. Although she told him about the story and what she liked about it, they never talked about it again.
When she entered the coffee shop, she immediately saw the hallway that led to the washrooms. Part of her wanted to run down that hall and wait for him in the bathroom. Instead, she walked to the counter and ordered the drink and muffin as she said she would. The uneaten muffin displayed on the table was how he would know for certain, who she was.
The barista told her she would bring her coffee and muffin to her, so Michelle found a table for two in the corner near the hallway. Her mind began to race and wander. The bathroom was right there.
How cool would that be to re-enact that scene from her favorite story?
After she sat, Michelle became nervous and wondered if a caffeinated beverage was the right choice. She was already shaking.
Derek had missed dinner every night this week. It had gone beyond ridiculous. She found it hard to believe anyone’s work could be this demanding. Alone with her thoughts so many nights, and again now while she waited, she considered that Derek quite possibly was having an affair. The signs were there. She wondered if subconsciously she knew this and that was why it was so easy for her to meet a stranger in a coffee shop, as a prelude to sex. When she shifted in her chair, her body then reminded her how aroused she was.
Michelle watched the barista approach and immediately noticed there was a problem with her order. She ordered both to stay, but her coffee was in a take-out cup and her muffin was in a bag. Before Michelle could speak, the barista handed her an envelope. The girl smiled at Michelle, said an attractive man named Rick asked her to give this to her. She smiled and then returned to her work behind the counter. Michelle looked around searching for anyone fitting Rick’s description, but there was no one that did. Michelle was ready to scream. Another fucking asshole! She was attracting them like flies to shit.
She tore open the envelope and as she unfolded the note, a key card fell out.
Michelle, I trust if you get this note, you are waiting for me in the coffee shop. I am so excited that you agreed to meet me. I’ve wanted to meet you since the first time we talked. I was hoping we could meet in private. Our privacy is important to both of us and I thought that this would be better. I am waiting for you in a suite. You will need this key card to access the dedicated elevator to take you to the suite. The penthouse has a balcony and lovely views of the river valley. I was hoping we could share the coffee and muffin while we talked. Thank you for everything! - Rick
Michelle embarrassingly returned the note to the envelope and placed it in her purse. She felt silly that she had overreacted and almost made a scene in the café. She grabbed her coffee, muffin, and key card, and walked through the lobby to the elevators. She located the one dedicated to the upper floors, walked in and inserted her card. The doors closed and whisked her away to the sixty-fifth floor. She had always wondered what it was like up here. When the doors opened, she noticed there were only two penthouse suites, 6501 to the left and 6502 to the right.
She stepped right to their suite, pushed the key card in and waited for the light before pushing open the door. The floor-to-ceiling windows offered her a twilight panoramic view of the river valley, and she observed a suite bigger than the main floor of her home. The room was quiet but the noise from the suite’s closing door startled her. She turned and saw another note taped to the door, with an arrow pointing to a blindfold on the door knob.
Thank you from coming. Please lock the door, remain facing the door, and put the blindfold on. Please, tell me when you are ready.
*
Except for some scented, flickering candle light, the hotel room was twilight dark, silent, and still. I wanted to smile but I was also afraid. I did not expect this. I’ve watched movies that started this way, and most did not end well. Rick then startled me when, for the first time, I heard his voice.
“Michelle, please face the door,” he whispered from around the corner, reminding me of the note. “Please!”
I hesitated, while unsuccessfully trying to locate Rick’s reflection in one of the large windows, but then I did as he asked. This began to feel familiar, like the story, and I liked it.
Rick then added, “If you have not done so already, please put on the blindfold.” He again added, “Please.”
“What do you want me to do with the muffin and coffee?”
“Oh, right.”
He had forgotten. I thought that was funny. Maybe, he was nervous too. “Put them on the floor beside you.”
Surprisingly, my hands shook as I did, and they shook even more when I pulled the silk fabric over my hair and down my face. The last light I saw was through the peephole into the abandoned hallway. I jokingly wondered if that would be the last time I saw the light.
I now stood, waiting, patiently, wondering what Rick would do next. I then remembered the note had asked me to inform him when I was ready. I did that.
“Thank you, Michelle. You look stunning this evening. You are a beautiful woman.”
He must been watching me when I arrived at the coffee shop. After I got the note, Rick must have raced to the elevator before me.
“Please raise your hands above your head and place them against the door.”
Again feeling familiar, I raised both hands above my head and crossed my wrists, feeling the first sensations of my long building anticipation. I stood there waiting, and thinking, of that lady in the story. My back began to involuntarily arch, as my upper body leaned into the door, and I presented my back side to my stranger.
He moved fast and his distinctive cologne caught up, washing over me with his masculine scent. It reminded me of mischief and deception. I found myself repeatedly inhaling him as he rested the side of his face against my hair, until his warm breath entered my ear.
“Hold still,” he again whispered as I felt his hand grab mine, our first real touch. At first, I thought he was using a tie or soft rope to bind my hands, but when I heard the zip-click, I knew whatever he used required a key.
