During the early years of their marriage, Margaret had been quite an active partner in their lovemaking and took great pleasure in the sex act. She was a child of the sexual revolution and was totally liberated and confident in her body and her own right to enjoy pleasure. In fact she often surprised Bill by coming up with suggestions for new positions to try, or new locations in which to get naked and do the deed. She was particularly fond of having sex outdoors and in places where there was at least a slight chance of being caught. It gave her a heightened sense of excitement. As luck would have it they actually did get caught on one occasion, in the stairwell of a friend's apartment building. They didn't even notice that another couple had come down the upper flights of stairs and stopped dead in their tracks when they happened upon Bill and Margaret screwing madly, with Margaret bent over forward and grasping the railing, her skirt tossed up over her lower back, while Bill was standing behind her, driving himself into her. Fortunately, the other couple was also appreciative of sexual freedom and didn't interfere or make a fuss. Instead, they quietly retreated back up the stairs and took another exit.
But now, for more years than Margaret wanted to acknowledge, their sex life had been all but non-existent. For some reason that he couldn't seem to put into words, Bill had lost his sex drive. Or had he lost his interest in Margaret? To be fair, he was still a good provider and a doting grandfather to their three grandkids. But whenever Margaret raised the idea of an evening of lovemaking Bill always had an excuse to avoid it; he was too tired, not in the mood or, taking a page from the cliché usually applied to women...he had a headache.
Margaret finally took to remaining silent about her physical needs. She withdrew into herself and tried to accept the reality that her sex life was virtually over. Then, while surfing mindlessly around the Internet one day, she came across an article that talked about how an increasing number of husbands and wives were dealing with sexual frustration at home by linking up with others in the same boat via Internet chat rooms. She was particularly interested in the focus the article placed on seniors. While so much of the sex-related material on the world wide web was dedicated to young hard bodies with endless sexual endurance and activities, it was surprising and intriguing to read about seniors taking advantage of the Internet to keep their erotic selves alive. The article led to further online exploration and it quickly became clear to Margaret that there might be a way for her to continue to experience sexual pleasure without taking any of the risks that a real time affair would present. She registered at numerous chat rooms and began to gather tips from the experiences of others in her position. From the outset, she knew that she didn't want to get involved in any video or picture sharing. Perhaps she would reconsider that sometime in the future but as a start she wanted to try something that would be totally low key and anonymous. She decided to try to link up with a male who would share erotic fantasies and stories with her via email.
As a newbie to the world of online sexting, it was a bumpy road for Margaret. It seemed that every male who contacted her through the various sites she was on started out by being exactly what she was looking for, just a lonely senior seeking to have some erotic exchanges, but in almost every case, these men soon began asking her to send them nude pics of herself or join them for video masturbation sessions. Margaret almost got to the point of abandoning her search as being futile. But then, she received a message from Joseph.
