A new spark - Sex Stories

A new spark

... comes down to just over her knees. Married for 11 years and no kids. The only other physical descriptor are her brown eyes. Her profile description is quite short and tells me that her husband barely pays her any attention and she’s seeking a man to spend some time with. Even though this is not much to go on, I’m interested enough to find out more. I open up a chat window. “Hi there. How are you?” A minute goes by, two, five and just when I’m about to give up. “Hi. A bit bored, but otherwise fine. You?” “Bored, but fine, I’ll share that sentiment.” “What brings you to this site?” Wanting to keep some anonymity I don’t reveal the whole truth. “A relationship that has lost every spark. Even after trying multiple times to reignite it, she barely notices me anymore.” “Wife?” “Not married, but been together for 14 years now.” “Sounds similar to my predicament. Hey, I’d love to talk some more, but I have to sign off now. Speak to you soon.” “I’d like that. Have a nice day.” “Thank you, you too.” With a small chime the chat window closes. Feeling that my first outing in the on-line dating world resulted in a conversation, short but a conversation non the less, I call it a success and plan on logging back on later. I rub one out while looking in the BBW section of a porn site. But mostly I get turn on by the thought of removing the blue dress and having passion filled sex with the woman on the other side of the chat window. I keep checking the site the rest of the day and the ...

... following Sunday but not until late in the evening does the blue dress reappear. She sends me a message apologizing for still being unable to have a longer conversation with me. We make an appointment for the next evening. The workday crawls by at a snail’s pace and to top it off Veronica takes her time fucking-off to the ‘club’. The whole day, all I can see is that body in the blue dress. When finally, I’m alone I rush to my computer and log on. She’s there waiting for me. In the conversation that follows we talk about our lives and our significant others. She tells me that her husband almost never wants to have sex with her anymore. I reply by saying I didn’t know men like that existed. This is funny to her. I elaborate how I found out about Veronica’s indiscretion and tell her I don’t have a good reason why I haven’t left yet. She tells me that she does not suspect her husband of having an affair to which I reply that I didn’t suspect Veronica either. We end the conversation with the promise of chatting again the next evening and then talking about what we might want from each other. I end my day the same as I did yesterday and imagining and hoping she’s doing the same. When Veronica slides into bed next to me, I tell myself to have a little fun with the situation. “How are things at the club?” “Fine.” “I might go with you tomorrow. See if I can beat Brad at a squash game.” “Oh, uhm…” This is almost too much fun. “Brad won’t be there. He and Mary are in the Vineyards.” “Funny, I ...