Cruising online on the various meeting places can be exciting at times but also very frustrating.
There are so many parallel universes, liars, schemers and BSers. When I said hi to Cougar1nj I didn't have hopes for anything special.
The messages went back and forth, little about this, little about that. She said she was married with two kids, 45 years of age. I lied and said I was 45 too when in fact I'm 50, but did correctly say two kids and a wife.
We both lamented about the lack of excitement in our marriages, work being too damn hard and then switched to things we actually did like. She loved travel, reading, and the beach. I used to love travel but work travel generally sucks, reading and the shore. We laughed online about whatever the difference is between the beach and the shore. Just the same bit of interactions of each other coming from different backgrounds.
It was a nice, friendly conversation, and I didn't feel she was scheming me, as if she were a real life person. I told her that and was surprised when she gave me a cell phone number. "Look, I'm not a guy acting like a girl, I am who I said I am, and if you don't believe me, call right now."
I did, and a female voice answered, and we spoke for the next 20 minutes or so about this or that like old friends.
It was amazing, actually. Months of back and forth online with who knows who, and here's a real woman who actually sounds normal. Over the next week we spoke online daily - phone needed pre-approval because of inquiring ears who could perk up at the wrong moment - but I learned her hubby could be wonderful as well as a complete jerk.
I complained about my wife's lack of desire anymore, we hardly made love. She - Cougar1nj aka Shannon - had a demanding husband who took care of his needs pretty much when and how he wanted it without any regard for her needs. He was in law enforcement, she admitted, and knew his job was dangerous and pressure packed, but for nearly a decade everything was him while she was left to clean up on the kids messes, homework and doing her own job.
She was needy, she admitted, and wasn't getting what she needed. I was in a different yet similar situation, and was lonely. And while we lived hours apart we seemed to have a rapport and developed a friendship.
It was so very strange. Nobody meets someone online so fast, so quickly, and bonded with them. Over the next few weeks we became friends, continued to learn things about each other and maybe even one day wanted to meet each other.
Yes, it was as if we were in a special parallel universe. Whatever it was, it was real. Oh, we tried to trick each other into admitting we were perverts, crazy, ax murderers, you name it. But it was real.
Shannon's kids were in school and she took a mindless part-time job during the day to make a few bucks and feel more productive. It worked out well with the kid's schedules, and allowed her to have dinner on the table and the house cleaned up by the time her demanding husband arrived home.
She said she knew in the first minute whether it would be a nice night or an awful one, as Brad, her husband, brought into the house his troubles or problems of the day. In the worst case, there would be hell to pay if the house wasn't clean or the dinner wasn't what he wanted, because he'd sputter snide or humiliating remarks if things weren't up to his standards.
"He'd tell me the place was a pig sty, and it was sparkling clean except for some things out of order because the kids were playing. Or, he'd say, such and such again for dinner? Or he'd tell me to get off my fat ass and get things done," lamented Shannon. "There were times he came home where you could eat steak and lobster off the floor with waitress service on silver platters and he'd find something wrong. He can be an asshole."
Shannon said it wasn't always that way. When they were courting she was a princess, his little princess. But after 20 years of marriage things were different. She knew many friends who had the same problems, but hers, it seemed, were bigger. In the bedroom, Brad would pay only attention to himself.
After intimating a few times all wasn't well in the sack, Shannon admitted that Brad never worried about her satisfaction. It would be one-two-three, all for me, she related.
"I mean, we do have sex, that's it. He drops his drawers and gets me on my knees to suck him off. That's a big weekday night, me sucking him off," sighed the woman. "On weekends, it is the same thing, me sucking, but then sometimes he pushes me onto the bed and starts fucking me. He likes my legs up high and he ruts me until he comes."
Shannon admitted that several times, after he had satisfied himself, she slipped off to a guest bedroom and brought out her trusty vibrator or dildo and fucked herself until she had an orgasm, but most of the time she just turned over to her side of the bed an fell asleep.
She said she still loved him, that he was under great pressure at work, and that he did provide well for the family, but she was under the weight of Groundhog day over and over and over again and again.
In the time we'd talked we never talked about getting together. We were about 50 miles apart, so meeting halfway would put us out of the eyes of those who might know us, but our relationship was online and on the phone through those minutes and hours we'd interact. In that time we'd tell each other things we'd never tell our spouses, like best friend meeting for coffee.
There were times when our conversation was innocent, but there were also times when we were brutally honest and spoke about intimate details without lovemaking with our spouses. I spoke about my wife's allowing a monthly mercy fuck, while Shannon related stories of her husband's naughty needs.
"He is always in a hurry, almost like it's a chore...he wants to get off quickly. Last night he was watching a game and instructed me to blow him. I did," said Shannon, "and it couldn't have lasted more than five minutes before he jerked off into my mouth. He insisted I swallow. It was hardly romantic."
I joked that from my perspective it was very romantic, but quickly apologized for being a sexist pig.
Shannon laughed, accepted my apology, and mumbled something about men and their little dicks.
I couldn't help myself, and said my wife had agreed to give me a blow job for my birthday, but with some caveats. "It was three minutes, she brought a timer from the kitchen. Most of it was hands. And I couldn't cum in her mouth. She said wives and mothers don't do that...this from a girl who sucked my cock nightly before we got married."
