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A true story, from before Covid, that began on Lit in a chat room. Gloria and Rob started chatting online, and it quickly became more daring. Essentially the way it happened, but with a little artistic licence. Some may relish the excitement, as they did, others may mourn their unfaithfulness. Familiar to a few?
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I’ve really enjoyed chatting to you, will you be on here again?”
Those were my words at the end of an hours conversation online.
I was never entirely sure if I was talking to an actual woman in the chat rooms. I’d been caught out a few times before, realising it was a man either ‘getting off’ on talking to another man, or ‘getting off’ on leading someone up the garden path.
Gloria had seemed genuine from the word go. I think it was her nervousness that seemed to convince me. Like most married women she was very discreet, and guarded her personal details, except for perhaps her physical description, which seemed to enhance the intimacy of our chat.
It wasn’t far into our first conversation that she revealed that her husband worked from home. He was always ‘upstairs’ in his office when she was online. and in some ways she got a buzz from her ‘private’ chats. She also revealed that she lived somewhere in the north-west of England, which meant that she was perhaps a couple of hundred miles away. if that were true of course.
We hit it off, and we were soon disclosing old secrets, old experiences, interspersed with a little fantasy. Everyone knows that ‘opening up’ online is something that often happens if you’re anonymous.
“I wondered if you’d be on here?”
It was the second morning of a very boring week, and living as a part carer to my wife, occasionally it got monotonous. I really wasn’t expecting Gloria to be there, but she was suffering the same boredom, and as it turned out the same hint of excitement in chatting again.
“I was hoping you would be Gloria, I’m glad,” I replied.
“Me too, Rob, I’ve just done some ironing and I need a break.”
“Hmmmmm,” I answered back, “you can come here and do mine!”
“I don’t think we’d get much ironing done, Rob!”
I hesitated, the fact that it sounded quite a flirty comment was a step up from our last chat.
“I’m not sure how to take that Gloria, but I’m sure I might be tempted by other things!”
I was sending back an equally contentious innuendo.
Gloria’s reply set the tone, and confirmed how she was feeling.
“Now, now Rob, you’re being naughty.”
“I’m afraid so, do you mind, I guess I’ve long forgotten how to be naughty.”
Gloria took a little longer to reply. “I know what you mean, David’s working a lot lately, and it gets to me a bit.”
“Can I ask you a personal question?” We seemed to be opening up a bit more.
“Of course, ask anything, I’m beginning to trust you more.”
“Do you still have sex with David?”
Quite openly she answered straightaway, “No Rob, he has ‘issues,’ you know, getting it up, can I ask you something?”
“Go on,” I typed back.
“When did you last have sex?”
I had to own up to reality, and rather guiltily replied, “Oh dear, it must be nearly three years, it was actually with an old colleague from work.”
“Wow!” she replied, ignoring the infidelity, “that’s a long time, you must masturbate?”
I didn’t feel the least bit inhibited when I told her, “Every day, does that shock you?” The conversation seemed to have thrown off all the shackles.
Again there was a delay before Gloria came back with, “No, not at all, I do occasionally, when I get to be alone.”
“My goodness Gloria, we’re revealing some intimate stuff here.”
“Yes,” Gloria’s reply was not surprising, “I feel comfortable with telling you, in fact you make me feel quite sexy now.”
“You’re making me hard too, you’re a very sexy lady,” I replied daringly.
“Stop it Rob, your naughtiness is getting worse.”
“Well, you make me naughty Gloria, I can’t help it.”
A minute passed before I added, “I might get you to do something about it.”
By now I was breathing deeply, and my cock was totally erect constrained by my trousers. I decided to push the boundaries much further.
“You’re alone downstairs at the moment aren’t you?” I wondered if she’d go with what I had in mind.
“Yes, David’s up in his office,” was the instant response.
“I want you to masturbate for me.”
Now the wait seemed too long, I thought I’d spoilt the mood, ruined the moment, asked too much.
“Rob, that’s so naughty,” then hesitating, she said, “god I really need to.”
“Ok, go to the loo, you have one downstairs?”
“Yes,” she typed back.
“Ok, go and do it, then tell me about it.”
“Oh, Rob, this is crazy,” were the words that came back, and then nothing happened.
I was squeezing myself, almost daring myself to cum. Mary was upstairs watching early morning tv in the bedroom, so I took my handkerchief, unzipped myself, and just in case, turned my back and chair to the door. It only took a couple of minutes and I was stifling myself and pumping bonus veren siteler spunk into my handkerchief. Guiltily I was listening to see if there was any sign of movement from upstairs. Luckily there wasn’t, and I hurriedly stuffed the soaked handkerchief under the desk into my camera bag.
“Oh goodness Rob, I’ve just cum,” Gloria typed, and then in a rush said, “I’ve got to be careful, look I must go, I feel terribly guilty, please don’t judge me, I’ll talk tomorrow.” And then she was gone!
I went about my day excited, a bit guilty, but hoping beyond hope that Gloria would return online, she was an exciting woman.
The next day I kept popping online, and then popping off the chat site, excited, then disappointed, until in the middle of the afternoon, when Mary had gone shopping, she was there.
“I’m sorry if I pushed you too far yesterday,” I typed.
There was no reply, and I fully expected Gloria to disappear again, but after some ten minutes she replied.
“Rob, it was my fault, you excited me so much, and I got carried away, I felt so guilty afterwards.”
“That’s ok, we’ll cool it a bit, but only if you want to continue chatting?”
I was thrilled when a positive reply came back.
“Yes I do, and don’t cool it Rob , I find you exciting.”
I swallowed hard. Then another message followed.
“David’s gone out, to visit his mother, I’ve got a couple of hours so we can chat in peace. Are you alone?”
I couldn’t believe my luck. “Yes, Mary is out at the shops, probably for at least an hour.”
There was a mutual ‘sigh of relief,’ which went unsaid.
“That’s good, we can chat, and not have to look over our shoulders.” Gloria’s message said exactly how I felt.
“Hmmmmmm, it’s nice to be alone with you Gloria, you get me going.”
“Really Rob, are you excited now?”
We both knew what she meant, and I made it clear that I was.
“Yes, you make me hard, like now!”
Gloria clearly wanted that to happen, “Mmmmm, you make me very damp too.”
I decided to take a chance and ‘up the stakes.’
“Would you like to talk on the phone?”
Again there was a delay.
“Oh Rob, do you think we could, it scares me, can I trust you?”
I tried to reassure her, “Gloria, I have an instinct about you, you can trust me, I stand to lose as much as you, and I trust you to be discreet.”
Another delay and then, “If you promise, not to use my number, ever! Except now?”
“Gloria, I would never, ever, do anything like that, I promise!”
As if seizing the moment, Gloria came straight back.
“Ok, phone me then, 079**6.”
“Thank you,” my reply was short.
In seconds I’d pressed the screen on my mobile, and the ring tone only sounded once.
“Hello, Rob?”
Gloria’s voice was a lovely northern lilt.
“Hello Gloria, thank you for trusting me, I won’t do anything to spoil this, and by the way, I just love your accent!”
Gloria replied nervously at first, “Yes, I’m from Cumbria originally, you have a southern accent?”
“Yes, I’m from London, a few years back now.”
“I thought so,” then very quickly she added, “and a naughty Londoner too!”
“Maybe Gloria, but you’re cheeky too,” then after a short pause I said, “And you’ve got me going as well.”
“Mmmmmm, I know that. You seem to have done things to me too.”
I think Gloria heard me sigh, then daringly said, “Go on, unzip yourself, I want to imagine you wanking.”
“You can listen to me wanking if I can listen to you too, are you very moist… go on touch yourself?”
“Ohhh Rob, naughty boy!… Mmmmm, wait,” then a few seconds later, “I’ve slid my panties aside, in fact… hang on… I’m going to take them off.”
My heart missed a beat. “Wow! I wish I was there, now go on, slide your fingers inside your pussy.”
I listened to Gloria breathing into the phone faster. “Oh Rob, oh my god, can you hear this?”
In a moment I was listening to the sound of Gloria thrusting her fingers in and out of a very wet pussy. I could hear her getting more and more excited, and with the briefest of moans said, “You stroke yourself, I want to hear you cum.”
By now I was rubbing myself up and down, and I could see the smallest amount of precum appearing.
“Oh god Gloria, oh my god you’re such a sexy woman… mmmmmm, I’m not that far off.”
Gloria was moaning regularly now, and exhorting, “go on Rob, go on,” and then holding her breath, she gasped, “I’m going to cum, oh fuck, I’m cumming.”
I managed to reply, “I’m cumming too, Gloria!… Gloria!… GLORIA!… FUCK!”
Both of us were seemingly calling out at the same time. My cock exploded, and in all the excitement and tension, I’d not prepared, and spunk shot everywhere.
“Oh god… oh god,” Gloria was saying breathlessly, “oh god Rob, that was so good, oh my god, I’ve got to go, you go too, clear yourself up.”
And with that she was gone.
It took me a moment to react, and realise that Gloria had felt guilty once again. After the release of her orgasm, she needed to take stock, and was obviously bedava bahis scared of being caught. I needed to change, my trousers were a mess, spunk was all over my knuckles, and it was even on the carpet. Some ten minutes later I was able to get myself organised. I had to hide the trousers in the top of my wardrobe, in the hope of cleaning them up later.
I knew I couldn’t phone back, I’d promised, so I went back online, but Gloria was not logged on. I made myself a coffee, and tried to come to terms that it was all a one off, and something that Gloria would probably regret.
Just as I was about to give up, Gloria entered the chat room. I straight away sent a private message saying, ‘Thank you, please don’t regret it, you can really trust me.’
There was no reply, until some ten minutes had passed.
‘Rob, I feel so guilty, being sort of unfaithful.’
I replied, “I understand,” and just added, “I will leave it up to you, I find you attractive, enticing, desirable, but if you want to end this, fine, I wish you well.”
To my surprise she replied, “I want to carry on. Don’t judge me, but I’ve never done this before, and I need some excitement in my life.”
“I’m glad Gloria, thank you. I would never judge you.”
We continued to message until Mary arrived back home, revealing more and more about our experiences, and our most inner thoughts. When I hurriedly signed off, I joked that now she could masturbate again.
“No, I’ll do that again tomorrow… with you, if you want to.”
It left me with a quiver of excitement, until I went to bed early, and left Mary watching tv.
I couldn’t resist masturbating again, and soon I was gasping, and shooting semen over my abdomen, then wiping up the resultant mess.
I woke up the next day with one of those erections that demand a semi conscious exploration. Mary was fast asleep, and it turned into a slow and careful trip to the edge of control, and I began to wonder where my libido was headed.
Gloria kept popping into my mind at various times in the day until the evening, when I went online early. We’d agreed that it was best to make contact there rather than me text her, with perhaps David being around.
I observed the to and fro of conversations, and even had a ‘Rebecca’ message me with an invitation to chat. I delicately said that I was already chatting privately, but would be happy to chat another time.
At last Gloria appeared again.
“Hello Rob, glad you’re here, how are you?”
I replied with the usual responses until Gloria said, “I’ve missed you.”
It seemed more affectionate than previously, and we began to become more intimate in our conversation more quickly. Gloria even confessed to masturbating at lunchtime at work in the ladies loo.
“Wow, that’s quite daring, did anyone come in?” I asked.
“Yes, briefly, I heard them in the next but one cubicle. I was glad when they didn’t stop long, I really had to stifle myself when I came.”
“Omg Gloria, that really gets me going, imagining you doing that.” I paused then asked, “When can we talk on the phone next? If you want to that is?”
I sensed Gloria’s frustration, just like mine.
“It’s so difficult, but David’s going out on Monday night with a couple of friends, I bet you’re not home alone?”
I thought quickly, I really had no idea so I had to say that I didn’t think so. It was the weekend now so we probably wouldn’t communicate much.
“I’m not sure, I’ll let you know first thing on Monday, or leave you a message on here over the weekend.”
We chatted for the best part of an hour before I was being called away for something or other. My last message was,” Take care, I’ll message you on Monday.”
Imagine my absolute joy when Mary’s best friend phoned up on the Saturday and invited her over on Monday evening. I had to contain my excitement when she asked, “Is that ok Rob?”
Later I left a message online for Gloria, “I’m alone on Monday evening!”
The weekend passed with all of its repetition and predictability, I kept thinking of Gloria and the knack she had of exciting me, and I wondered if we’d be able to be ‘intimate’ in our phone call.
I went online after tea on Monday. Mary had gone upstairs to get ready, and although Gloria wasn’t online, she’d left two messages, one of which said, “I should be on after 7.30.” and the other tantalisingly saying, “I want to cum for you.”
Even just those words made my cock react, and I had to take a deep breath when at 7pm Mary came downstairs to say that she was off to Carol’s, and wouldn’t be back until ten. As soon as she’d gone it gave me the opportunity to retrieve my semen stained trousers, and attempt to clean them. I managed that fairly well, enough for them not to be noticed in the wash basket.
By the time that was done I was back online and not long after 7.30 Gloria appeared.
“Do you want to phone?” she asked.
“Yes, give me two minutes, I’m going to phone from the bedroom. I get a better view from there if anyone visits, or Mary comes back early.”
As soon as I’d deneme bonus propped myself up on the bed with the lights out, and the curtains left open, I dialled. Gloria replied, giggling.
“Great minds think alike, I’ve done exactly the same as you, I’m up in our bedroom too.”
“Mmmmmm, both in bed, but not the same one!” I suggested.
“Yes I know, and I’ve only got my dressing gown on, bet that gets you going!” Her voice had a mischievous edge to it.
“God you’re a naughty girl, if I was there…”
My voice petered out before she came back with,” Well if I’m half naked you ought to be too! Take your trousers off!”
“Who you ordering around? You just wait, you’ll get your backside smacked!”
“Oooooooh, c’mon then, I dare you!”
We both ended up giggling until I told her that I’d taken my trousers and boxers off. Gloria went quiet, waiting for me to say something more.
“Gloria,” I said.
“Yes, Rob,” she whispered back.
“Stroke your pussy with your fingers, and tell me how wet you are.”
“I’m very wet Rob, listen.”
In a few seconds I heard that familiar sloppy sound of her fingers massaging her pussy.
“Now lick your fingers, suck your juices off.”
I heard Gloria’s voice saying, “Mmmmmmmm,” as she sucked her fingers.
“God I wish I could taste you… Rub your clit,” I continued.
The softest of sighs came from the phone, and then a slightly louder, “Oh Rob.”
My own arousal was complete, my cock was standing up, stiff and hard. With one hand holding the phone to my ear, my other hand began to stroke my cock.
“Now go on Gloria, I’m stroking myself… mmmmmm… I want you!”
“I want you too Rob, I want to feel you inside me, I want you to fuck me!”
Hearing that word from Gloria surprised me, it was the first time I’d heard her use such language. We were both steadily becoming more and more aroused.
“Gloria, I want you to cum, I want to fuck you too, I want to cum inside you.”
Both of us were now breathing loudly, and more quickly, while Gloria was starting to give little moaning sounds. I was gripping my cock more firmly, causing more friction along its shaft, building hopefully to a point where I could cum along with Gloria.
“Go on Gloria, just keep doing that, I can hear your pussy, it wants me, it wants me inside you.”
“Rob, I’m going to cum, please cum too… oh god… ROB!”
I was ready too, I could feel the pressure building in my balls, when I heard Gloria cry out, I couldn’t stop myself.
We both groaned, Gloria shouted, “Oh god!” and I grunted, “Oh fuck!” as I ejaculated up over my stomach, feeling the warm sensation of semen pumping over my fingers.
“Rob, oh Rob, oh Rob,” groaned Gloria, “ohhhhhhh, that was so good.”
I was catching my breath and trying to reach for the tissues to avoid getting spunk on the duvet.
“Mmmmmm, you’re so sexy, I could almost feel you.”
“I wish you really could,” she replied.
That seemed to jolt me, and not thinking, I said, “We should do it for real.”
Gloria went silent, and I realised I’d probably said too much, so when she spoke again, I was taken aback.
“Maybe we could Rob?”
“You mean meet?”
“Yes,” I could tell that she wasn’t sure.
“I’d really like that, but it’s a big step and we’re so far apart.”
“We could meet halfway,” Gloria’s voice was now more confident, “if you want to?”
“Of course I want to, but it would be difficult to get away for both of us, we could plan, but don’t talk about now, I just want to hug you.”
Gloria was of the same mind, “Rob, I just want to hold you, naked, here in bed. I’ve never cum like that, for ages, I just want to kiss you.”
I was relaxed by now, and I leaned back on the pillow. We chatted and both of us were content to talk idly about this and that until we returned to the idea of meeting up.
“I’ll look at the map, and choose a halfway place. We must both think of a reason to have a day on our own.”
Gloria agreed, and seemed keener than ever that it should happen.
“Rob,” she said, “what if you don’t like me, I mean, my body, you know?”
I burst out laughing, “Gloria, stop it! I want you, I have such a feeling about you, I just want you, please… don’t think like that!”
Her doubt came from years of being taken for granted, of sexual neglect, and of thinking that life had passed by.
“Thank you Rob, you’re so sweet.”
We spoke for another hour before we rang off, both agreeing to ‘plan ahead.’
And we did, we continued to message, and two weeks later we were both excited to have the chance of arranging something. It so happened that Mary had to attend a very old friend’s funeral down south, and it was on the day when a photographic show began in Salford. After some argument with her, we came to an agreement to go our separate ways, and for both of us to stay over night because of the longish journeys.
When I told Gloria she said that she’d consider it, and try to come up with a reason for an overnight stay. She must have taken the plunge, because she told her husband that she would be visiting a friend in Manchester who’d recently divorced. The fact that she’d confided in this friend, some months earlier, about the ‘state’ of her own marriage, helped tremendously. An email to her friend gave her the alibi.
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