Cyber Sex with Sophia

OK, I admit it … I haven’t written a blog in over a year. But I’m getting into cyber sex. So I have something new to write about.

As the wife nears 50, sex is starting to trail off. I don’t blame her exactly because, after all, she is moving into menopause and has been dealing with the onset of it for awhile now. Of course the problem was that she wasn’t all that interested in sex when she was younger.

I’ve talked about playing with pictures in my post “How to have sex with a porn star.” There I talk about merging photos of myself with photos of porn stars to create very realistic images of me doing it very sexy women. It’s a turn on, but it’s just visual and not personal at all.

I remembered that for a couple weeks about ten years ago I got onto a chat site and chatted up a few women before quitting because it took too much time. But the seed was planted. Chatting with women, anonymously, online, can be exciting. The question that comes up is this: Does having cyber sex constitute having an affair? Well, the short answer is “kind of.” There is some emotional attachment, but it’s very fleeting. But then so is a one-night-stand. There isn’t any real physical contact, in fact two people can be on opposite sides of the globe. Well, I think I’ll tackle that issue in another blog.

I signed up for Yahoo! Messenger a couple weeks ago and started looking around. I created a persona that I call “Randy_Hubby_Iam.” So if you’re ever on Yahoo chat look me up – especially if you’re a woman.

I chatted with a few people to start off and got the lay of the land … so to speak. The lousy part is that Yahoo’s chat rooms are full of women bots. They are, I guess you could say, working women. Some are more sophisticated than others. Some lure you in, making you think they’re real women — only to end up trying to send you to some other site, probably paid, to chat with them. Well, they are real, and they do chat with you to start off, but then they try to take you off site.  Other bots are so obvious you figure out to ignore them right away.

The place to go in Yahoo are the rooms “Married but Looking.” There are dozens of chat rooms because each room only holds 50 people, bots included. But there are real women lurking there. At least they say they’re real women. Some will chat in the room while others just seem to lurk. I’ve learned that you go to a room, look over the profiles and if I find what seems to be a real woman I click on them and send a greeting individually and not in the room. Sometimes it works, sometimes not.

The first night I started chatting with a woman that I immediately found out is (she said anyway) only 19. She asked me how old I am (I said 50 – although that’s a couple years off) expecting here to drop me like a hot, ahhhh, potato. But she didn’t. She seemed like a shish girl who only wanted to chat and she didn’t mind my age. This was way exciting. She put up a photo that she said was herself. I believed her because I wasn’t seeing a beautiful woman. She was, however, attractive enough and looked young.

I felt kind of bad talking to this girl who’s just a year older than my daughter. But what old guy can resist a fresh young thing? I asked her if she had a boyfriend and about her sex life. “A few” boyfriends and it seemed like this girl really craved sex and was probably online because she wasn’t getting enough from her usual crowd.

We started getting into what she likes to do and I started a little role playing, but she didn’t really seem to know how to sex chat. I think she just wanted me to take her. If we were in a room together I could have just taken off her clothes immediately and fucked her. But when I have to do all the chat work it’s not much fun.

Then she suddenly disappeared. She said that she lived with her parents so perhaps she had to get off quickly.

A few nights later I worked for awhile making small versions of a few of the photos I’ve taken of myself naked, and a few of the ones of me having “sex” with porn stars. I thought I could share them if women were so inclined.

I should have gone to bed as it was getting past midnight, but I was excited about my pictures. As I was just about ready to quit searching I found a woman called Sophia. I said “hello” and she immediately responded. I looked at her profile photo and I saw a very attractive woman who looked to be from India. It said that she is 40 and lives on the West Coast. I couldn’t quite tell, but she seemed to have fairly large breasts.

Of course the big question: Is this really her?

We started chatting. I start with the usual stuff and after a short time she tells me that she wants to do some slow, sensual role-playing. I am supposed to be her boss and invite her to dinner.

You can tell from this blog that I like to write about sex so this seemed like a natural for me. So I we launch into this whole routine about taking her to dinner. After a bit I tell her I hired her because she’s beautiful – although she’s turned into great employee. Then I start getting a little suggestive.

At first she complains that she’s married and that she shouldn’t be talking about such things with me. But she starts to melt. Sophia was using the word “wife” a lot and I started to think about the implications of being a wife – particularly in India (that is if she’s really from there). There the husband is certainly more of a dominant character.

I eventually say that I want her to be my “wife” for the evening and say, “you know what being my wife means?”

But in Sophia’s role playing she doesn’t want to leave the restaurant. She mentions music so I ask her to dance. She resists because people there will think we’re “together” and that she’s married and shouldn’t. But we eventually make it onto the dance floor where we end up kissing in front of everyone.

My challenge was that we couldn’t leave the restaurant, so I tell her that we sneak into a back banquet room that isn’t being used. There we really start making out and I start foreplay.

I have her blouse open and her bra off and I’m playing with her fabulous breasts. At this point I really do have a raging erection. Remember, this is all chat and Sophia and I are 3,000 miles apart.

Sophia is playing her roll nicely as a compliant, almost submissive woman always calling me “sir.” While I’m fully into treating women as equals, I’m getting the idea that in this story Sophia wants me to take her and make her my “wife.” My penis continues at full attention.

As we go on with our chat story I eat her pussy before putting her, spread eagle, on a restaurant table. I tap my penis on her clitoris and say, “this is our wedding night and I’m about to make you my wife.” She pleads for me to make her my wife.

Then Sophia asks me if I have a webcam. She doesn’t but would like to see me. I ask if she’s like to see a photo of me? So first I send her my face shot. Then I ask if she wants to see more. She says it’s OK if I want to. So I send her a photo I have of me sitting on the bed with a huge erection. She doesn’t say anything. I decide to try to get the webcam working but it’s kind of a bust because I’m chatting in the dark and my laptop’s webcam isn’t too great.

Although it was a turn on knowing Sophia could see a photo of me naked, it also interrupted our sexual role playing. But we got back to it.

I told her again that I was going to make her my wife and I proceed to slide my rock-hard dick inside her. Then I decide that, since our fantasy is in a restaurant I should introduce a little danger. I say that, as I start stroking into her, we hear a noise and see a woman looking through the door at us. Sophia says, “yes she is…” so I figure she likes this. I then say that the woman walks into the room and asks if she can watch.

At that, in real life, the chat window says that Sophia has signed off.

HOLY CRAP, BATMAN! This woman has taken me this far. I’ve got a raging hardon in real life and she just disappears. I couldn’t believe it. It’s possible that her real husband got home or one of her kids needed attention — if she’s really got either a husband or kids.

I couldn’t wait to start telling her about cuming in the story … and actually cuming, but she was gone. I couldn’t just quit so I finished up without her, if you know what I mean.

Maybe, sometime, I’ll meet up with Sophia again. Next time she needs to have a webcam so I really know if she’s who she claims.

I’m not sure when I’ll go searching for another cyber friend, but I’ll tell you about it when I do.