I.
Toni was bored! Her husband just left for yet another 3-day business trip and she was alone for another long weekend. Being an empty-nester, she rattled around in the big, empty house. The kids were busy doing their own thing with their own kids. She needed to do something fun.
She'd always been a party girl, even after her marriage. Her husband, Bob, wasn't so much the party guy, so it was a good match. He was the serious one, so each added something that the other needed. She got him out on the dance floor, and he kept her focused on reality.
Even after the kids came, Toni still liked to go out and party on weekends, often dragging the reluctant Bob along, but sometimes just with "the girls".
Now, in her mid 50's, she still had the twenty-something mindset, but few of her friends could now match her sense of adventure, much less her energy. Bob had always been the love of her life, but even he no longer matched her energy level and often was simply too tired after a long day of work for intimacy.
She needed some action. She had a plan beginning to form in her mind. She poured herself a large glass of wine and sat down at her computer. She'd been kind of flirting with someone she'd met online on a social media service. She knew he was a writer, and had actually sent him some "naughty" photos of her. He seemed very interested in her, mostly because she was well endowed and he made comments about her "rack". She loved the attention. After all, it was just some harmless online fun, right.
Toni was restless. The wine was having an effect on her, as she knew it would. It was making her bolder. She decided to flirt with writer, Percy. She knew that he wrote under a pseudonym due to the genre he worked in; erotic fiction. She'd even read a couple of his works. They made her hot!
Most of what Percy wrote had to do with men subjugating women, usually involving sexual slavery and often with underage girls, but the sex scenes were graphic and Toni, secretly, enjoyed fantasizing about being "taken" forcefully. Mostly she thought about being taken by Bob, but occasionally, in the safety of her imagination, she thought about what it would be like. Certainly not a violent rape. That would be painful and dangerous, but the idea of being someone's sex slave was titillating at least. She sometimes fantasized about Bob coming home in a bad mood, seeing her, and becoming aroused.
She thought about him marching her up to the bedroom, ordering her to strip and shoving her onto the bed. She dreamed about what it would be like to have him on top of her, forcing her legs apart, forcing himself into her unlubricated vagina; him hard as rock, her arms pinned on either side of her head as he did what he wanted to her as she moaned and cried underneath him.
When he was done with her, he would simply collapse on top of her and doze for several minutes, and when he woke up, he'd get hard and take her again. Afterwards they would sit on the bed and he would apologize for being so rough, and she would of course forgive him, and maybe later on he'd put his finger on her clitoris and bring her to a climax. This would all be on a Friday night, of course, so they could spend Saturday morning in bed like newlyweds!
This was what had occasionally gone through Toni's mind when she exchanged emails with Percy. He, too, was being flirty. She took a huge risk sending the photos to him, but she was never a risk avoider, especially when it came to erotic things. She had sent Percy a photo of her wearing a tank top, nestling a beer bottle in her cleavage. He had actually responded asking her for a similar photo without the tank top! She giggled. Like she would ever send a stranger a photo of her topless. Right?
The wine was definitely having an effect on her by now, and she found herself actually considering the prospect of someone she hardly knew having a photo of her breasts. She admitted to herself it was fun to have someone want her that couldn't have her. I mean, she would never cheat on Bob, right? Of course that train of thought got her thinking about her needs again, and the fact that Bob seemed to be getting older faster than she. She still had the same needs, physically, emotionally, sexually, even if she didn't exactly have the same body, but for a woman of her age and having had kids, she thought she looked pretty good. Granted, she was way past the bikini part of her life, but she still looked damned good in a nightgown. Even if sex mostly took place in the dark now, and mostly once or twice a month if she caught Bob in a good mood, she felt that she was still a desirable woman and liked to be validated by someone who didn't have to say it!
At the end of the first glass of wine, Percy was beginning to be more intriguing than ever. She emailed some suggestive things to him, and he replied in kind. He never claimed to be married, in fact he posted his relationship as "complicated". That wasn't married, because marriage was pretty definite.
Toni decided to be a bit more risqué and sent Percy a note that if he absolutely guaranteed, in writing, not to show the photo to anyone else, she'd send him one of her topless. She could feel herself becoming aroused even as she thought about the note, and the arousal grew as she typed the note. Moments later came back the response she was afraid of. Percy absolutely, positively, swore on a bible that he would show the photo to no one, upon penalty of lawsuit.
There! Now the ball was in her court. What would she do? First of all, she'd need to refill her wine glass.
Toni came back to her computer with a full glass. She also had her camera. Would she? Could she? Should she? Probably; definitely; absolutely not!
She took her laptop and wine upstairs to her bedroom and sat at her dressing table. She took off her shirt, then her bra, and let both fall on the floor. The angle of the mirror was such that one could not see her tummy, which certainly didn't look as good sitting as standing. So she stood up and looked again. Nope; definitely no tummy in the shot. She picked up the camera and aimed. She cropped the shot so that it the camera stayed in front of her face, and the picture was from just below her breasts and up. She took the shot, then she quickly grabbed her robe and sat back down at the table and opened her laptop.
She took the memory card out of the camera, transferred the photo to the computer, then deleted it from the memory card. She put the card back into the camera and opened the shot. There they were, just as God made 'em. Certainly not perky, of course they never had been since they "came in" but not nearly as saggy as they might be. All in all, pretty nice for an old gal.
She took a big swallow of wine and sent the photo to Percy.
She waited and waited for his response. She could picture him sitting at his computer, somewhere, smiling as her photo opened up. Suddenly, she was embarrassed; ashamed of what she'd done, but she was also curious about his response.
Then it came. "WOW" was all it said. Then, "I may have to have this framed on hung over my bed." Now she was really red. She could picture Percy laying on his back, looking up at her bare breasts (maybe even masturbating thinking about her). He wanted her, how great was that?
Toni's inhibitions were mostly washed away by the wine by now and she responded, "want to meet?" She sat there for over a minute before hitting "send".
