Cindy's Poor Choices

COVID-19 brought many terrible events for individuals, families, and even marriages. This was never more apparent than with this family. It involved a husband suffering severe illness, and a wife venturing down a very dark path into perversion, committing adultery, down a road where there was no return for her. The very attractive wife, Christian woman, mother of two successful college age children, and loving wife, found herself in a pit of "venomous snakes," that she was totally unaware of.

Chip and Cindy had been married 25 years, lived in several houses, Chip had changed jobs several times, and they had raised two children, now in college. Cindy, 46, was a teacher in the same junior high school for the last 25 years. The couple had met in college and married right before Cindy took her teaching job, and Chip started his career in the business world.

Cindy retained much of her beauty and fit body throughout the 25 years of marriage. Her blonde hair was very similar in length and style to the day she was married. It was cut just above her shoulders, straight in length, and silky to touch. She had green eyes, and a very sweet bottom pouty lip!

Her body kept its sexy shape due to exercising most every day, and eating well. She stood 5 foot 5, always wanted to be taller. She was very proud of her 36C breasts, having two kids changed her chest from 34B to 36C! Cindy's butt was full, and rounded, a pleasure to look at. Her legs were above average, looked great in high heels, but it was her breasts that caught the men's eye!

She and Chip had a wonderful sex life, but respected and indulged the others favorite activities! Chip got a vasectomy, while Cindy remained able to have a baby, not that either wanted any more children.

It was late Winter 2020 when Chip became sick, and in rapid manner found himself with Covid-19 and in a day-to-day situation of life or death. Cindy took time off to be with Chip, when she could, but soon was unable to go visit him. She then took a year off from school, she was able to take the time, without pay, through the teachers/school board contract.

It was difficult not see her husband, or really know how he was doing other than emails from the doctor. Sure, her friends from school, church and even relatives came to visit and help her to get through this traumatic event. Chip was holding his own, no worse, yet no better, either.

Cindy prayed, and spend time outside when she could, but missing Chip was way more difficult than she imagined. She missed seeing him daily, and missed sex with him and his just holding her, and physical contact. There was no place to find those things for her. She was lonely, even her faith wasn't helping her.

Sleeping was very sporadic for Cindy; worry wouldn't let go of her. She was becoming a different woman, she knew it, but figured once Chip was back home, and healthy, she could climb back on the married life train of love.

It was one late night in May, unable to sleep, read a book, or the Bible, or just relax, she just needed to talk. Calling her friends or relatives wasn't the answer. She had leaned on them so much. She went to her office upstairs, in one her kids' remade bedrooms, and sat at her computer. Cindy roamed the internet, reading news articles, watching cat videos, before, on google finding a chat room to enter.

She knew about chat rooms, well, not really, but the lure of talking to someone drew her in! At first it was just typing messages back and forth to a woman. Cindy found it soothing to talk to another human. She chatted for 3 hours!

Over the next 2 weeks she chatted nearly every night, to a variety of people, women and men. It was hard, at first, to chat with men. She thought about just portraying herself as a man, but her feminine side just wouldn't let her. Talking to men she found was just as interesting as it was with women. Her brain told her people on the chat lines were probably lying, using fake names, etc. She wasn't and couldn't do that. She was Cindy17, and told the truth about herself.

A month after starting her late night talking to others, she took a bigger step, she got into group chats. It was daring, sensual, to read about other people, their lives, fantasies, sex lives, and things in between. She again, mistakenly, told only the truth about herself, Chip, and her situation in life.

It did not take long and she found a regular chat line with people "she knew" for a while. There were a mixture of males and females. In the back of her mind, she knew she was "cheating" on Chip, but it was so soothing to her soul, and filled needs she had, that she kept chatting every night.

It was now late June and Chip was improving, talk of him coming home soon was hinted at. He was going to survive this dreaded Covid-19! It should have been the best news ever for Cindy, but giving up this chat line was harder than she imagined. She couldn't admit it to herself, but she WAS hooked on chat rooms.

A few nights later she received emails from someone inviting her to a one-on-one chat room! It was from a screen name she knew she had seen before, Wesson58. She was flustered by it, turned-on by it, and very interested. Those feelings only intensified when the messenger identified himself as a male, who desperately wanted to be friend and get to know her much better. Cindy heard the voice in her brain saying to disengage for this request, and stop chatting on the dark web immediately and never return to it. She couldn't.

The next night she connected with her new admirer, they talked for 3 hours. This man seemed "genuine" to her. He was very complementary to her, and each time she would offer up new info about herself, like hair length and color, or rating her looks, or how tall she was, he would follow up with another probing question, in the sincerest way. It drew Cindy even more than she was aware of. She assumed, mistakenly, and naively, that his first name was Wesson. When she asked if that was his first name, he totally knew he had a dumb blonde on the line.

"Of course, my name is Wesson."

He was very understanding and interested in Chip's Covid-19 experience. By the end of the chat Cindy was comfortable much more than when she nervously hit the keyboard to begin the chat.

It was decided Chip would be better off staying at a rehab center for a month. Cindy could come visit, as he rehabbed every day. Cindy was shocked seeing him for the first time in such a long time. She could see he had lost weight, maybe even aged 5 years, or more. He needed help she would be unable to help him with. She promised him she would visit each day. Yet, Chip would be unable to meet her physical and emotional needs. She knew she would be back on the chat line talking to Weston.

That night she was back chatting until after midnight. She felt needed, comforted by Wesson. Before the week was up Cindy was very close to attaching several pictures of herself to the next email. It was a hard decision, yet she could only think it was something she wanted to do!

Wesson couldn't stop telling her how beautiful she was during that next chat. Cindy was embarrassed by his "courting" her. All his comments only built up her self-esteem and sexual confidence that she was still a beautiful woman! He had her in the palm of his hands and he had definite plans for her. He just needed to string her along at the speed she wanted it.

The next email chat turned quickly into Wesson's role playing a sexual intercourse session with Cindy. She did most of the reading as she could imagine all the sex acts, loving sex acts, Weston could type out to her. It was amazing, and more, all that she had been missing! She knew after seeing Chip that afternoon he wasn't in shape to do those things or might be soon enough.

That night in bed, Cindy played with her clit, and squirted the first time in many years! Her finger took on the function or a cock, maybe Chip's, but probably Wesson! She could not get him out of her mind. She knew it was wrong, not keeping the marriage vows she had promised to Chip, and before God. She was almost of control.

The same sexual game was played between Cindy and Wesson the next few nights. Several ended in either a cold shower for her, or using her fingers to stimulate her pussy to cum during the chat. She was falling deeply into his plan, or trap, only she had no idea.

Wesson sent her an email asking if she would wear a sexy outfit and make a video for him. She was taken back, but sexually turned-on like she was dating Chip in college. The more she thought no, the more the burning desire to showcase herself was winning out!

She told him on the next chat she would do it, but it might be very amateurish, she wasn't a model or showgirl. Wesson just typed out, "LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLLOL! All you need to do is show me your beautiful breasts, and I would be beyond hyped to see your pussy!"

Cindy was perspiring as she read his comments. She told Wesson she would do it, but might take a few days.

His response was, "I would wait forever to see what you have to reveal, ❤️U!"

The chat ended with Cindy performing oral sex to Weston!! She was completely into it, as though Wesson was there in bed with her! It was more than she imagined it could be.

Chip was a week from being released from the rehab. He looked better, felt better, and tested Covid-19 free, without symptoms for 6 weeks now. He was ready to come home.

Cindy modeled different outfits to model in for her video. She didn't like anything; she was too critical of her body. Eventually, a day and a half of thinking it out, Cindy came around to the simplest of wardrobes.

She made the video at 1 PM, knowing she was bringing Chip home from rehab the next day. She set up the video camera first, then got herself ready. She blow-dried her blonde hair and swept her bangs to the left just a bit. White drop earrings hung from her lobes. She decided on no necklace. she pulled on black pantyhose, with black ankle-strap pumps, with 2 3/4-inch heels! A black bra was her only other piece of clothing! The bra had a front clasp.

Knowing she could always erase the video and start over relaxed her. It was time. She placed a folding chair in front of her and the camera.

Two deep breaths and Cindy started, first greeting Wesson, in a very shy, and innocent way. After about 90 seconds she began, unclasping her bra and slowly revealing the cleavage, curves, and size of her breasts! The bra peeled away in opposite directions, leaving Cindy's breasts, and two erect nipples to be viewed by whoever would see these video! She was very proud of her breasts!

But she wasn't finished yet. Without hesitation Cindy lifted her right foot and placed it on the chair. Her fingers started up by her hip, and she slowly ran then over her thigh, to her bent knee, then slowly traced her fingers from knee to her ankle, touching and grabbing the strap around her ankle! She moved her left foot to spread her crotch farther open, and with finger from her left hand ran them over the black pantyhose in the crotch area.

To top off her video, Cindy lowered her pantyhose, first showing her round, full butt to the camera, bending down and sticking her ass out! Still unsure, but with the thought of "what the hell, I have gone this far," she turned around and gave the viewer a look at her "twat!" She wasn't completely sure what the term inferred, but she showed what she had to offer! Cindy had a wispy blonde bush!

Turning the camera off she debated if she should watch it herself. She chose not to, but to save it and think about emailing it.

She changed clothes and spent the rest of the day with Chip. They had a nice dinner and watched a movie before bed. As much as Cindy enjoyed being with Chip again, her mind was thinking of her new chat room partner. Bedtime arrived and Cindy had been sleeping in a spare bedroom while Chip was away. She liked the sleeping arrangements to stay the same. Chip was in their bed of many years. Cindy didn't sleep much, thinking of Wesson, and the video, what she had done while Chip was ill? She knew it was wrong, yet she just couldn't give up Wesson. He had brought her so much comfort, support, and much needed talk of sex, even if it was just play acting, it was what she desperately needed. She would send the video in the morning.

She started living an even more double life, trying to spend time with Chip, and spending nights on her computer chatting with Weston! Their internet chats began more sexual, talking about her sexual preferences, her dislikes, some of her sexual experiences with Chip and even her very few in college. When she asked Weston the same types of questions, he always lied, having great imaginary experiences to tell her. Weston was damn good and was setting the trap for Cindy to fall into!

It had gotten so bad for Cindy, she wasn't sure who she loved and needed more, Chip or Wesson! She almost knew she was in a trap, but could never just recognize her predicament for herself.

By late September the situation Cindy was in was roughly the same, only Chip had improved very much. They even made love, for the first time in months! He was talking of going back to work soon, and his conversation with her suggested she go back to teaching, even if just subbing.

But a few days later Chip shared that a few of his good buddies wanted to take him on a 4-day trip to Las Vegas! They had purchased tickets so all of them could go see the Raiders play, Chip's favorite team! Cindy could see he really wanted to go, and when he asked if she wanted to go along, she saw a real option for her. 4 days to chat with Wesson, maybe even make a new video! She was feeling adventurous!

She couldn't wait to tell Wesson she would have 4 days of freedom to chat with him! She told him about Chip's trip, and that both of them might be going back to work very soon. That news set Weston's brain into overload, with ideas, and a plan.

Cindy heard about it a day later during their chat. Wesson told her he was coming to see her, for a day or so. She was flabbergasted and a million thoughts went through her head, all at once. He even had a plan for her to not feel the burden of this "date." All he asked Cindy to do was give him her address, and the pass code to her house. He would come by Uber, no car to be seen in the driveway, and it would be after dark.

Cindy didn't commit at first, she, again, was overwhelmed. Yet, the longer than chatted, the more Cindy wanted to do this. She had dreamed of what Weston looked like, how handsome was he? Chip was out of town. One time only she thought, then she needed to end this, get back to teaching, back to regular like with Chip.

She told him she would think on it, and let him know tomorrow. Wesson continued to persuade her, not going to take no for an answer. He had to meet her and see her beauty through his own eyes! He ended by encouraging her to be finding something sexy and beautiful to wear! After their chat ended, Cindy felt her stomach in knots, yet her sexual appetite was hungry for this man, very hungry. Lying in bed at 3 AM, eyes wide open, starring at the ceiling, her fingers going between tweaking her nipples, and fingering herself, she made up her mind to do this!

The next day she chatted with Wesson. He was overjoyed with her agreeing to the plan. She gave him her address, passcode, and the dates Chip would be gone. It sounded mysteriously romantic to her. Once finished chatting, as Wesson said, he had much to do before they would meet in a few days!

Cindy began the process of what to wear? She didn't have very long, 3 days before Chip was leaving. Wesson would be at her house shortly thereafter. She immediately began looking, online, in catalogs. And even going to the mall, to try and find what she wanted Wesson to see her in when he arrived. She disliked shopping, wasn't good at it, and hated trying things on at a store. Yet, she figured that was her best bet. She could see how it looked on her, purchase it and be done with it all.

It took her 2 hours at the mall, but she found what she wanted, simple, yet classy she thought. It was the "little black dress!" It was one piece, zipped up the back, not the slim shoulder straps, but wide enough, 2 inches wide. The front was a v-cut, allowing a peek at the cleavage she wanted to reveal. The bottom part was a skirt, again, not tight, not flirty. The hem ended 3 inches above her knees. She topped off the ensemble with a pair of black pumps, with 2 ⅝-inch heels. Her credit card took a big hit.

She felt very nervous the next two days, but helping Chip pack and get organized helped her guilt. But, was it guilt, or being gifted Wesson? She was unsure. Was this the end of the side relationship with Wesson, or could it be the end of her marriage to Chip? She just didn't know.

Chip was picked up by a buddy and before he headed to Vegas, Cindy gave him a huge hug and passionate kiss, several in fact! Would it be her last kiss with her husband? She really couldn't answer that question.

She waved good bye to her husband, and went back inside to get ready for her "date" with Wesson. A shower, putting on makeup, kinking her hair on the sides, brought her to pulling on a pair of black panties. She had purchased a black half-cup bra, that hooked twice behind her back. No hose was her choice. She put on 3-inch, white drop earrings, and a heart necklace, that hung halfway to her breasts!

She sat and relaxed, or tried to, in her underwear, thinking about all that had happened in the last year. Was she really ready to cheat on her husband, with a stranger, not quite a complete stranger, but very close?

Finally, she worked up the nerve to just take this step. She got up, checked her body in the full-length mirror! She still thought her body looked nice, even sexy! Cindy got dressed in her black dress, and her black pumps. It was getting dark, and getting close to the time Weston said he'd arrive. Her palms were sweating, and she didn't like that feeling. She knew what she was doing was against everything she believed and trusted in. However her sexual desire had taken over and she could not shed those feelings.

She moved downstairs, turned off all but one lamp, and turned on the garage light. She sat in her favorite chair and waited. Rocking in her chair calmed her nerves, and her heart slowed, a bit. She was taking slow, deep breaths, watching her proud breasts rise and fall. Her mind was wandering, then she saw car lights out the front window, stopping, then moving again, and were gone,

Was it Wesson? The time had arrived for her.