The Divorcee - Sex Stories

The Divorcee

... sipping on coffee and watched the morning news on television when she remembered and blurted out loud, “Oh my God, I wrote that guy last night!” She rushed to the computer and was prepared to write an apology for the presumptuous message, but when she entered the website there was a response from david waiting for her. It read as follows: “Dear Ms. Marcy. I have written the essay as you instructed, and procured the roses and chocolates. I have made dinner reservations, and am excited about meeting you. My cell number and personal information is on the attachment. If you have any additional needs, please don’t hesitate to contact me. david” In six years of marriage Marcy’s former husband had given her flowers only once, and he never bought her chocolates because he thought they would make her fat. His idea of a fancy dinner was taking her to a sports bar and ordering a plate of nachos. Marcy read david’s email over and over in disbelief wondering if it was real or not. She opened up the attachment and saw his full name, address, and cell phone number. There had to be a catch. Maybe he was some kind of creep? She Googled him and found several pictures of him in a suit and tie at various civic functions. She compared it to the man pictured at the BDSM site and determined that it was the same person. She closed her eyes for a moment and wondered if she was in over her head and that perhaps the best thing to do would be just back out. She picked up her cell and dialed david’s ...

... number. A friendly voice picked up the phone and greeted her. “Is this david? This is Marcy, I just want to say…”, she paused for a moment. Marcy’s first impulse was to say that this had all be a terrible mistake, and to please understand that she had just gotten divorced and had a lot to drink when she wrote the email. However, she held her words. In a soft deep voice david interjected, “Yes, this is david. Thank you so much for contacting me. I loved your message. It was so f***eful and specific. I can’t wait to be in your physical presence.” Physical presence? Marcy hadn’t sent him a picture of herself, so she wondered how he could be attracted to someone that he’d never seen before. Her message to david was more than f***eful. To most people it would be considered both presumptuous and offensive. Yet there was something sincere in david’s voice that made her believe that his words were truthful. Maybe there really are men who enjoy being spoken to like that. “Yes, david, about dinner tonight…” “Yes, Ms Marcy, I am at your service.” She liked the way he addressed her. It was respectful and obedient just like she had fantasized the previous day. She felt a sudden rush of excitement. Wine or no wine Marcy enjoyed the power, and at that moment abandoned all thoughts of backing out. The persona of being Marcy the dutiful apologetic wife disappeared, and her place arose Ms. Marcy, the sadistic cuckolding Domme. As she spoke to him, she felt herself ascending the throne. “Shut the ...