She knew she wouldn't be able to stop herself

You woke up again gently squeezing your thighs against each other and pushing your hips against the sheets, the images of your erotic dream quickly fading from behind your eyes as the light streamed in from your sunrise alarm. All that remained of your dream was a slight wetness between your legs and the keen sense that you had actually been with the cute stranger in your dreams.

“God, that felt so real,” you whisper to yourself. All of a sudden, blood comes rushing into your temples, making you blush, as you remember that today was the day… you were actually planning on meeting him, the guy you stumbled across in the chat room. “Am I really following through with this?” you ask yourself.

“Honey”–your husband’s voice comes crashing in like reality into fantasy–“I said, ‘good morning.”

“Oh, good morning,” you say, hoping he doesn’t notice your blushed fast or moist inner legs.

“Did you sleep well?” he asks. “You seemed like you were in a deep coma when the alarm went off.”

“Yes, I… I’m still waking up. Would you mind making some coffee?”

“Sure, love, anything for you,” he says, walking into the kitchen.

Later that morning, after your husband left for work, you were toying with the though: “Do I open my email inbox and see if he confirmed our meeting time today… or do I ignore him and pretend I never seriously considered meeting him?” If you never opened the email, you could plausibly convince yourself you were never serious about the idea and that it was just an elaborate fantasy you enjoyed in your head. But you knew if you opened that email, you would be unable to stop the chain of events from starting that would inevitably end with adultery… passionate, erotic, heart-pounding adultery… with a cute stranger you barely knew.

“No,” you told yourself. “I can’t do it; I won’t do it.” “It’s too risky, and it’s too crazy. Plus my husband thinks I’m such a good girl, and I really don’t want to disappoint him,” you said to yourself, bolstering your confidence and self-assurance.

You went about your day, cleaning up around the house and doing odds and ends. The image of the cute stranger kept coming back to your mind, tantalizing your imagination… holding out the thought of possibilities that you would never know, pleasures that reached depths you might never feel… and those eyes… Oh, how badly you wanted to get lost in those dreamy eyes… oblivion… sweet ecstasy…

“Jaylee, Snap out of it!” you commanded yourself. “You don’t know it would be that good… you just don’t know.” It was true; you didn’t know, and that was the part that gnawed at your mind, wouldn’t let you go. It could be absolutely amazing, ecstatic… and you would never know…

“Damn it all, I have to just see if he emailed,” you told yourself, knowing at the same time that you were stepping into dangerous waters… for once the fantasy took hold of you, it would be almost impossible to stop that train of events.

As your fingers raced across the keyboard on their well-traveled path to your secret email address and password, your could feel your heart racing, the blood rushing through your body, your vulva slightly swelling. Instinctively you tightened your inner thigh muscles, trying to direct the excess energy that was rightly called excitement.

The website seemed to take forever to load as you watched the progress line slowly make its way across the screen. You tried to remember how many emails you had left unread from last time so you would know instantly if there was a new email from you knew who. “Was it 7? or 8?” You couldn’t remember. “I’m not going to get carried away,” you reminded yourself. “I’m just going to see if he emailed. I’m not necessarily going to reply.”

It was a good plan, and nearly convincing. You almost fooled yourself.

You caught your breath as you saw his familiar name flash on the screen in bold letters, indicating an unread email. “Well there it is. Are you happy now?” You thought to yourself. “Now I’m just going to open it up so I can delete it without reading it.

You knew, though, as soon as you read the first line that this was not going to be as easy as you imagined. He opened by saying how much he enjoyed the picture you had sent a while back, that he was lusting over it, that he couldn’t shake the image from his mind, even while making love to his wife! “Oh, naughty boy,” you caught yourself saying. You couldn’t deny that you loved the way it made you feel. The rawness of it all. The pure passion that just left you swimming in fantasy.

This was nothing like what your husband could offer. This was secretive, illicit, and that alone made it seductive… pulling you in, tugging at your desire… You could feel a muscle between your thighs automatically relax that you didn’t know you were tensing… It sent a shiver down your leg that you could feel in your toes…