Chat Records Ch. 01

Author's note:

I'm not good at choosing categories, so, not to mislead:

This story is mainly based on femdom theme, involving male and female counterparts. Infidelity, F/m, F/f possibilities hang in the air.

I could have gone with LW, BDSM, MC but to stay on the safe side, I chose Fetish as the category.

It may go in any direction, with shorter follow up chapters.

It's a slow burn chapter, as usual. To me, it's hot.

The sex acts are mostly in the form of flashbacks, digitally shared content or imagination. In case this is not your cup of tea.

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Olivia opened her eyes, the digital clock showed 2:42.

She turned her head to the empty pillow by her side. Marty wasn't in bed.

Many times, she not only warned but also threatened him not to spend time on his computer after midnight.

She knew he was looking at pictures and stuff there, if not watching porn.

Being the middle aged hottie she was, with everything about her in place and beautiful, she would never accept her husband to jerk off to some silicon titties. Even if she wasn't that enthusiastic to have sex with him that frequently lately. For usual reasons which comes from marriage, besides some other reasons she keeps to herself.

She was surprised to see this happening again. He wouldn't dare and cross her; it wasn't possible for him to ignore her warnings like that, especially in such matters.

She wasn't a shrew, not like one of those brimstone type women.

She wasn't a classic dominant woman as well, at least not in their sex life.

But she had her strict ways, where it mattered. She liked to make him feel he was living in the claws of a big cat. It was important for her to monitor and supervise his every activity. Again, where it mattered.

That was what she saw at home, growing up.

What to wear in special occasions, what to eat or not. Not very different from any woman in that area.

But his every mistake returned to him as a new set of improved control. When she caught him jerking off to a high picture quality, low artistic quality porn, which had a silicon breasted whore in it, he was treated like a dog in training.

She wasn't jealous; just, this sort of behavior wasn't acceptable.

She made him install the tracking software on his phone, she set his all passwords on his computer, bank account and phone.

She told him hers too; she believed that such stuff in a marriage had to be mutual. And, transparent.

Of course, Marty wouldn't have preferred it that way.

So, him being in front of the computer at this hour -to him, these were curfew hours as he kept joking about- was breach of rules.

More importantly, he was either losing his interest in her and en route to a mutiny or he was developing an addiction, if he hadn't already.

She sat in the bed, moving her feet down on the carpet, searching for her slippers, talking to herself.

A minute later, she was standing in front of their TV room, silently opening the door to peek inside.

She was prepared to make him jump, ready to shoot her regular rant phrases, to reprimand him instantly.

But the sight froze her.

Marty wasn't watching porn; he was reading some stuff on a dark screen. He was naked, with his sweatpants laid on the armchair he was sitting on. He probably did that not to smear his filthy secretions on the chair.

He wasn't jerking off, but his dick was looking at the ceiling, rock hard.

'I will cut off that tiny wiener of yours!' she was thinking, still trying to understand what was going on.

He wasn't even touching it. All he did was to type something every now and then. She recalled how long it took for her to get his cock ready the last time, giving head. And, without touching? Not even looking at pictures? She was perplexed trying to understand the situation.

His dick wasn't that tiny but he deserved to have it labeled like that.

Once, Anita showed her a porn video. Joking about the limp dick guy standing in the corner, saying 'Is that Marty standing over there?'

They both laughed for a minute before Olivia scolded her. It was pathetic; a hunk was making a woman scream in bed while that loser was watching them.

If he preferred those online chicks, she could do that too. And, his dick would only earn him one of those cuckold roles in that porn universe.

Anyway, it took a few minutes for her to realize he was on some sort of a chat site. One without those sluts on camera. Just chat.

Her eyes were locked on to his hardon, which looked too inviting. They didn't have sex for the last 10 days and her pussy was already getting wet, just looking at it. She almost forgot what an unacceptable situation that was.

Their sex life was going downhill lately.

In fact, except those last weeks, it wasn't changing much. Maybe getting a bit occasional.

Because?

Maybe 'not changing much' was an enough for a reason...

She always thought that she was the one who wanted something more. Knowing Marty's capabilities, she wasn't that optimistic.

She knew he wouldn't be that 'stud' in bed, ever. Knowing that, she still tried and created such opportunities before, to no avail.

She didn't dwell on it; she'd be fine if any changes happened. Anything he could pull off. To spice things up. But in that compartment he seemed too dull, so she didn't push it.

Thinking those, her concentration shifted back to the chat screen.

She wondered what was turning him on like that. Who that slut was and, more importantly, if she was someone he knew in real life. She would kill him if that was the case.

And, the whys and hows of him not touching himself.

He never skipped a chance to cum, in bed or in front of a computer. That wasn't the first time she caught him in that room at these hours.

She decided not to interfere. To see him go through with it to bust him in his most embarrassing moment. Just before he came, when he was rapidly jerking off like a moron, just like that last time.

A picture appeared on the screen. From that angle, she couldn't see clearly. It looked like legs.

Then, he stood up, pushed the chair back a bit and kneeled on the floor, hands still on the desk.

At first, Olivia wanted to hit him and scream, when she noticed his precum oozing down on her carpet. Like a dog, he was soiling her TV room!

But she forgot what she was thinking as he typed something, read stuff, bowed down on the floor and raised back up after a few seconds.

What was that?

Was he fooled by a sex related cult or something? Panic was taking over, watching him.

The dark screen became gray and he waited on his knees, looking at the screen. Olivia's eyes were wide open, waiting to see what he would do next, without blinking.

She understood that the chat session was over, the woman he was talking to had left already. And he was desperately looking at the screen as if he was hoping she would reconnect.

She didn't.

Olivia almost fell when she realized he stood up to put his briefs on, taking his sweatpants from the chair. She was about to get caught and she silently closed the door and moved back to bed.

He came to the bed in a few minutes, lied down and didn't move. He wasn't sleeping, she knew. He never slept silently. Even his breathing was like snoring, when he slept.

She didn't sleep either, not until she heard him snore.

It was interesting that he didn't jerk off. He slept with a boner.

She had to learn what was going on. This was more disturbing than anything he did before or anything she was trying to avoid in their marriage. She couldn't even start to put a meaning to the things she saw.

In the morning, she acted normal, getting angrier, seeing him act normal too. After such a night, seeing him indifferent was agitating her even more.

She had her own small business on interior design. She already felt as an accomplisher in her 34, with her business and marriage.

That morning, she didn't feel like that.

Leaving work early, she went home to see what that was about.

She turned the computer on, opened the browser history. No, nothing.

Not that he wiped his history, no. She could see he watched some stupid parody at night from YouTube.

There were only two browser apps on that computer and there was nothing to see there.

'Incognito mode' she thought. Deciding that he was being careful to hide his shit, she felt even more worried.

She called the computer guy who set up their office computers and small network.

Without disclosing the full details, she just told him that she wanted to make sure her husband didn't watch porn. She wasn't aware that even this was awkward.

But, to Tim, the computer guy, Olivia was the boss and he wouldn't have cared less about the bro-code in such a situation. He didn't know her husband, but he'd do anything Olivia told him; not just because she was a client, but she was too hot. For his age, that was the dream MILF. Without children. With those legs and breasts.

A decent, good looking business owner, who always wore decent but attractive clothes on her gorgeous body. Maybe she'd catch her hubby and use Tim as a punishment or break-up relief. In any way she wanted.

A young tech guy could only dream...

He arrived at her house, checked the computer and informed her before he started working.

"Without a keylogger, or some sort of a network sniffer we can't monitor his activities on those private browser modes. Most sites have secure connections, so, I suggest keylogger."

She was looking at him in discomfort. She was wondering if he was expecting her to make some decisions depending on the gibberish nonsense he was saying.

"Plus, I found a virtual machine software, which lets him use another virtual Windows installation on it. So, without logging into that virtual machine, we can't monitor what's going on there either."

He saw her void eyes, looking at him.

"In plain words, I will install a keylogger application, which also logs application startups. So, you can find where you want to review. Just check start alerts for the browsers or that virtual machine."

"Ok, do what you want, just give me directions to find and read the output. To bust his sorry ass! And, this time, explain in plain English."

He had trouble smiling; she was too hot, ordering around, with all her threatening mood. And the cleavage exposed in her shirt wasn't helping. Did she unbutton those top two buttons on purpose? Yeah, keep on dreaming tech kid...

"Yes, sure."

After half an hour, he started a private browser, entered an address, opened a site, wrote something to the search bar in that site and closed the browser.

He showed where the log files are, they opened the file and read its contents. He told her how to start the virtual machine too.

"Here, we can see when I opened the browser. This is the address I wrote. This is the search I made."

"But you clicked on some links, I can't see them here?"

"It doesn't work like that, sorry. But if you get the address, maybe you can see what he's doing. Or, if he enters his credentials, even better. Maybe his sites have his latest visited links. I don't know. You may need to move forward after each step, depends on what he does here."

'I know what he does!'

She didn't like this. She thanked him and sent him away.

She spent her next two days, trying to understand if he used the computer. Checked it every chance she got, until it was Saturday morning. When Marty was out with his friends, she opened the log file.

Tim was right. He used that virtual operating system thingy instead. Some smartass must have given him the idea.

She learned his password for that guest virtual Windows but no other credentials.

There were only a few lines of text that he wrote.

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'Good evening, Madame Bathory'

Olivia stopped there thinking 'Bathory?'

She knew that name; she couldn't remember what that was.

'Yes, Madame.'

'I did, Madame.'

'Please, no.'

'Ok.'

'Sorry, Ok Madame.'

'I think it's inappropriate.'

'Some use it to show... Maybe she doesn't know.'

'No, Madame'

'No, Madame'

'Thank you, Madame.'

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Olivia's eyes were red, realizing that he had an online mistress or having some sort of a role playing ongoing.

She never suspected him having such tendencies. She wasn't sure if she would want that. It was a change, wasn't it? No, she wasn't sure. Lowering her expectations from stud to doormat? Still could be better. She couldn't decide.

She needed to see what that woman was saying.

Tim told Olivia that, if he was using incognito mode, he had to type in username and password, besides the address, every time he wanted to connect. There were no credentials in the log file.

'So, no private mode...' she thought.

She opened the normal browser. Probably, since this was a virtual machine, the keylogger could not catch what applications he opened.

And, there it was. The only icon in his frequent sites shortcuts. AdultChatRealm. 'You stupid Marty!' she thought. That was unacceptable.

She opened it and it directly opened the profile page of Marty. Wait. No, not Marty. What the heck?

'olive' was his username.

She read the page. His gender was set as 'Female'. She couldn't breathe.

She'd wish he was cheating. Cheating in real life was better!

Was he talking to a man? Acting like a woman there, doing...

Doing what? Since when? And, he was talking to someone he called 'Madame'. She was too confused. Did he want to be a woman? She still couldn't wipe off the possibility that he was talking to a man.

Maybe this woman wasn't the only person he was talking to. Maybe he was talking to men too, this was an exception.

She felt her hair on the back of her neck, like in those fight or flight moments.

She was trying to assess her situation if that was true. For a second, she tried to convince herself that he was looking for bottoms and she could swallow that. She could live with that sort of a kink of his. Couldn't she?

Then, looking at the name he chose her scalp started burning. He wanted to be the bottom! Then she remembered the madame thing.

Her eyes searched for anything that resembled a link to chat history. She wasn't optimistic about that; who'd want their online conversations to be stored on a site? She smirked 'As if everything isn't being stored somewhere on the internet.' Anita told her that.

Then she saw it. 'Your chat history - stored on your local computer web storage, up to 5 MB.'

Her hand was shaking, when she moved the mouse pointer there.

This was the moment her marriage could end. If she saw him talking to a man, if he was doing faggotry there, that would be it. She didn't care if he was playing alpha or putting his ass on the market for alphas. Were tops alphas? She had no idea about that world.

The truth was about to come out.

She was still trying to rationalize his choices, pretending to be a woman in that virtual universe.

Maybe, this would make sense. It wasn't possible for him to stop desiring Olivia, unless he was looking for something different. She never totally neglected him; she always took good care of herself and remained desirable. She never complained about his quickies or mediocre sex capabilities.

'Fucking faggot!' she thought 'are you looking for cock?', still forgetting the 'Madame' part and clicked on the link.

There were a few usernames listed.

The newest one was at the top. 'Madame Bathory'.

She opened another tab at the browser and searched for this name. Oh, she remembered that. There was a movie she watched about this. Or, was it a documentary? That notorious serial killer Countess that lived in 1500s. Who had young girls kidnapped, tortured and killed, to bathe in their blood. Who'd pick a nickname like that?

What was Marty doing with such a woman? And couldn't he find another feminine nickname?

She clicked on the oldest link of a different user's name and started reading. Oh, there were two different names there.

Martini!

Obviously Marty. 'That's very creative, you moron...' she thought.

And, Cynthia, the woman he first had a chat with.

She read the conversation and it was obvious that Marty was trying to convince a woman for role playing. She accepted but he tried to go for the fucking instantly, as he always did in real life.

The woman cursed at him and left after writing 'You wasted my time, go jerk off alone you idiot!'

Yes, that was the Marty she knew. This oldest chat was of last month. So, he was new there.

She clicked on the others too; all were almost the same, only in one of them he managed to fuck the woman in that role playing.

Olivia read the conversation again and she almost became sure that the other person was a faggot or at least a curious sissy, imitating a woman. No woman would try to go for the fucking part that fast, without conversing enough.

On the other hand, she had no doubt that Marty thought he found the 'perfect woman'. She was smirking painfully, grinding her teeth, exhaling through her nose loudly.

This relieved her a bit but there was another problem now.

She wasn't sure what bothered her more.

Him, fooling around like that?

Or, having a husband that incompetent, who was having trouble finding women online, in a place where all women wanted go get cyber fucked? His idea of sex being that shallow?

She could have gone with Ted, who tore himself apart to date her when they were on a short break with Marty. That was her anger talking. Or her unfulfilled appetite.

And, finally, she clicked on that latest chat link. 'Madame Bathory my ass' she thought, picturing a chubby, hairy old woman.

There were many conversation links in that page. Starting from two or three weeks earlier. She clicked on the Madame's name and her profile popped up.

'Married, 40 year old selfish goddess. When I say 'selfish' I mean 'selfish'. Don't bother me if you're not a married, beautiful woman. And, no, beauty is not a subjective thing. If you're ugly, you're ugly. That's the prerequisite to be a candidate for pleasuring me.'

Her hair bulbs were burning, reading her smug words. He read those and asked to talk to her? He transformed into a woman for her approval?

And there was a profile image, not showing her face clearly but it was somehow beautiful. She was wearing daily housewife clothes, sitting on an armchair, dangling her slipper on her tan nyloned foot. Her crossed leg looked lean and she could see that she had a well-proportioned face, even if she couldn't make the details.

The relief she felt made her lean back and inhale loudly, after days of stress.

So, he was acting like a married woman, just to have a fantasy with that online dominant bitch. Sorry, 'selfish' bitch.

He was into women and what he was doing was way less disturbing, compared to the things came to her mind.

She went to the kitchen, made herself coffee and returned to read all of it.

Not like she was planning to have a quality, naughty weekend fun reading it. Just to decide what she was going to do to Marty. He was going to pay for that. She just wanted to learn it all, before deciding on his sentence.

As she kept reading, her anger was replaced by her worries.

o - 'Hi. When I stumbled upon your profile, I mean, for the last week I kept visiting your profile. Something got me stuck on that. I guess your profile picture or what you said there got me curious. Don't get me wrong, I just couldn't help but write to you.'

MB- 'I'm guessing that you feel like you are eligible to write to me. Tell me about your husband first. And yourself.'

Olivia was grinding her teeth when she was reading his answers. He was telling her that her husband had an athletic body, with a never ending appetite and stamina for 'olive'. Olive was only grateful for a husband like that.

MB- 'And, you?'

Marty described Olivia to answer her question. He did justice on that but Olivia was aware that he wasn't being considerate or kind, he was just trying to do a sales pitch on behalf of 'olive'.

MB- 'You, being reluctant... If that's true, I like it that way. I'm bored of willing whores who start begging from the start. I prefer to see you beg, reluctantly.'

Olivia sensed the gist of such a fantasy. A married, dominant woman wanted to break another married woman for her pleasure. And her eyes got cold when she read olive's answer and MB's response.

o - 'Please, I don't want to cheat on my husband. I just wanted to talk. I mean as a fantasy.'

The woman was making fun of his words.

MB- 'Just as a fantasy, innit? I've seen the likes of you. You're the ones who lose sleep thinking about me. So, make your decision. Leave the chat or send me your picture. I'll consider if you're worthy of pleasuring me."

When she scrolled down the page she couldn't believe her eyes. The idiot sent her Olivia's picture. One of her prettiest photos. 'Why? How? Couldn't he find any picture from the internet?'

If she wasn't that angry and worried, she could find this adorable. That Marty preferred to use Olive's picture, thinking that it would grant him the pass.

MB- 'My, you're a hot vixen aren't you? Those lips, legs... Those lips look exceptional. They might be good to watch. When they are on my pussy. Glued to my cunt. I'll let you know.'

'My lips? MY LIPS!?! On her cunt?!'

Olivia thought of destroying the computer. She was that angry. She was still looking at those last words in that chat.

She was about to open the next conversation but she realized it was too late. Marty could come home in a short time. So, she noted his Windows password, she used the browser's password manager to get his username and password for the site and turned everything off.

At night, she approached Marty.

Not just because she wanted to see how he would react but also she wanted some satisfaction. She wanted that since she stared at his hardon.

But he told her that he was too tired and he went to bed.

She woke up hearing him get up and leave again. She just checked if there was anything different, but no. He was reading, typing, all naked.

He wasn't acting weird on Sunday, so she tried not to raise suspicion.

At work, she told her employees that she could be leaving early time to time in the following days and maybe weeks, so they could call her if anything wrong happened.

In the second conversation, Marty was being more careful. He probably found this very intriguing and he was steering away from any hasty move. He was acting as a prude, naive version of Olivia.

o - 'I was resisting, I mean to return to this conversation but I wondered what you are going to say. I mean about me.'

MB- 'You have to get used to that feeling. I mean "trying to resist". Just to fail.'

o - 'I don't understand. Does that mean you find me worthy? I mean, the way you put it.'

Olivia could kill Marty. Impersonating her, displaying her like a doormat to a stranger whore. Using her picture! She had Olivia's picture for fuck's sake!

MB- 'Don't worry. You can keep your hopes up. After we get you ready, I will call you and you will come here. To my house. To serve me. To pleasure me.'

o - 'What? Wait. Are you serious? I guess you haven't noticed how reluctant I am, even being in this online conversation.'

MB- 'I told you. I've seen the likes of you. One or two of them disappeared on me but the rest of them were here. By here, I'm mentioning on my carpet. In front of that armchair you see on my profile picture. On their knees. Looking in my eyes with gratitude, while eating me out. Between those heavenly legs you see in my profile picture.'

Olivia couldn't believe the boldness of that woman. She didn't believe what she was saying but still, even on a chat application, this was disturbingly bold. And, who'd be grateful for sucking a pussy? She clicked on the profile picture again. Her legs were heavenly, she could give her that.

o - 'We are roleplaying right? I will stay in character, that's what we are doing, right? As if we are talking about real plans? I never did that before as well.'

MB- 'Yes, exactly. We are role playing. Your role is to warm up to the idea here and when your big day comes, to get as pretty as you can to crawl on my carpet, kiss my feet and beg me to let you satisfy me.'

Could she really be expecting another woman to go to her house? A married, straight woman? Why? To get blackmailed or robbed?

Or was this how it worked on such sites? Meaning, the role playing. She was too confused. She was a newbie at this too. What she was describing, was it supposed to attract people?

o - 'Will you be telling us what I do at your house? I mean, instead of role playing that part? I mean will you tell that part as a narrator?'

Olivia rolled her eyes. That was Marty, his true self. Just like when he was reading the user's manual of a simple alarm clock!

MB- 'You don't need to worry about such things. You may tell your own version of the story after you swallow my satisfaction. Say, "Yes, Madame Bathory"'

Olivia could see that Marty's response took a bit more than the previous ones. She could picture him writing and deleting until he sent that pathetic response 'Yes, Madame Bathory'.

And, in a few minutes, it occurred to her why he was constantly talking about 'roleplaying', trying to make sure this was only a virtual thing; that this was limited to this site, for jerk off activities only.

Because he only existed virtually, as olive. He would eventually have trouble ending this when that woman really offered him to come to her place. He was probably trying to avoid such an impossible offer, since he looked nothing like Olivia.

Or, was he going to try and confess he wasn't Olivia? To try to be accepted to visit her as a man? Seriously, what was his plan?

o - 'We are still in role right?'

MB- 'Don't flatter yourself dear. Like I'd care that much to lie. I don't do roleplay. After all, you are just a pair of lips and a tongue for me. Looking at your picture, we may add your eyes to this list as well. They'll be a nice ornament to our adventure, looking at me from down there.'

That insult hit Olivia hard. The lips she was talking about was hers. Did she mean she found her eyes beautiful?

MB- 'Just to give you the motivation you need, I'm sending you a video.'

Olivia paused before opening that video link. She read her previous words. Again and again. The way that woman perceived 'olive', after seeing her picture...

So, when she was messaging with Marty, she was looking at Olivia's pretty face and hot body, and to her, she was talking to someone who'd bring her lips and tongue to her house.

Olivia's picture resembled someone trying to convince her. To pleasure her, as she said.

And, reading it the third time, even Olivia felt like this had to be some sort of a favor, to be invited to her house for that. She could see that was the case, according to that bitch.

She wasn't wondering why Marty's dick got that hard. The way this woman was talking had an undeniable, disturbing impact.

Every time she read that message, she felt the same way. Being invited to some very dirty, wrong, probably disgusting but also arousing mistake.

Furthermore, the way she put it, she wasn't inviting anyone. Someone had to beg her to be accepted to crawl on her carpet.

This could work like a charm on men, but women? Married, straight women? Probably she managed to nail that before, otherwise she wouldn't be that confident.

That was why she didn't click on the link. This was too much for the day. She preferred to be angry, instead of curious. Or, horny in a weird way. Because she was aware that such a possibility could be waiting for her behind the corner.

And she opened the next conversations in order. She read every step of olive's seduction and conditioning. She knew Marty needed no seduction or conditioning but it was interesting that his messages were changing.

That woman was good. Olivia had to give it to her.

In the next conversation, she started to ask questions about olive.

Asked about her breasts, ass, got back to the sensitivity of her nipples. Marty was answering with the reality most of the time. At least, the way he could figure out Olivia.

It got to a point where she was asking about olive's ex boyfriends, affairs, and the hottest guy in her whole life.

She wasn't aware but this chat was sucking her in too.

She wasn't just Mary's wife trying to figure out what he did anymore.

While reading, Olivia found herself constantly thinking about her own answers. This was a bit troubling, in many ways.

Olivia's sincere answers wouldn't exactly be the same with Marty's.

Especially the 'No one was better than my husband' or 'I never cheated on him, not even before we got married' parts.

She did cheat on him. Not only once.

One of them was also the answer of one of her other questions. She cheated on Marty with one of her ex boyfriends, who was also the hottest guy in her life. But he wasn't marriage material, so, she just had a one-nighter with him months before they got married.

It didn't mean much to her, so, Marty didn't need to know. She couldn't have said 'He fucks me better but I chose you'.

And, one night before she got married, things got a bit overheated with Ted, who had been chasing her for years. Marty was out of town to bring his parents that day.

Possibly, she convinced herself that it happened because of some second thoughts before the marriage, which had to be natural.

It would be better if they just talked as he suggested.

She went to his place to listen to what he had to say. He made it sound like the last exit before the bridge.

He begged her, not to get married before they talked. It wasn't like she was going to weigh her options, her decision was final.

But, probably, she wanted to get that flirtatious, ego boosting satisfaction one last time, listening to his compliments, pleas, even his proposal, just before she entered that 'monogamous by contract' phase of her life.

Of course, it would have been better if she had walked out when his hand landed on her leg, before finding herself in his bed, moaning under him, getting fucked like a slut. And, since he reached his goal after so much unsuccessful efforts, he did fuck her like a slut. Hard and rough. The way he could erase his underdog image in both of their eyes. The way she yearned for. She wasn't expecting that.

Before she left, he wasn't trying to convince her anymore.

He looked like he got most of what he wanted. 'Visit me any time after you walk down the aisle, you seemed very impressed tonight' were his farewell words.

Still, when she recalled that night, she chose to ignore that part.

Instead, she always considered that night as her private 'bachelorette party'. Which, maybe, helped her stay faithful for all these years. She didn't go to Ted again.

She did want to. Not being called by him again caused some additional itch to go.

He was right, she was really impressed that night. And the things she said in his bed, in the heat of the moment, left no room for confusion. He watched how Olivia turned slut for him, as his cock was sliding in and out of her for hours. How she took any chance to show her appreciation to him, kissing, sucking his cock and balls in between the roughness.

But she managed to stay true to her vows.

MB- 'So, you're not that interesting or you are lying to me. I'll learn more when you're here, when your mind goes blank with my pussy in your mouth. Anyway. Are you horny right now?'

Olivia's answer would be a quick 'yes'.

She was getting into this conversation too much. Maybe because of what she thought about after reading her question. Maybe because she thought about that night at Ted's place.

In an interesting way, her ex didn't have such an effect on her. Something dirtier was hidden in the Ted affair.

Marty, on the other hand, was staying in the character. The character that resembled Olivia, as far as he knew. Apparently, he didn't know her well, she wasn't that prude wife he thought he was married to.

o - 'That's a bit too private, don't you think?'

Being on a site like that, he was either a moron or he had something on his mind. Maybe he wanted to provoke this woman to make him uncomfortable in sexy ways. Was he jerking off when he was having this conversation?

MB- 'The only private thing among us is my privates. Until you gain access to them. From now on, you'll stop having sex with your cuck. And I don't want you to have any sort of satisfaction.'

Olivia scowled at the message date. Yes, that was the period when they had their last sex. 'You are a dead man Marty' she thought. He was neglecting his wife due to some online skank's directives.

o - 'It will be hard. He's a man's man. He doesn't take no for an answer, taking me whenever he wants. It's not easy for me to resist him, I don't want to. How can I stop an alpha male?'

Olivia's sour laughter filled the room 'Alpha?' she shouted loudly 'taking me whenever he wants?'

'A girl can only dream' she added, between her teeth.

She wasn't just mentioning Marty's choice of nickname there, she was angry and Marty deserved that truth to be told loudly by his wife.

This truth was how Olivia always wished he was an alpha, owning her in bed. Like her ex did. Like Ted did. 'Oh, Ted owned me bad...' she thought in an audible way, still desiring to hurt Marty.

MB- 'No wonder you want to suck my pussy. If you want to be that wimp's whore, that's your choice. I told you not to get satisfaction, period. If you can't find a way, don't write back.'

This was stupid.

If that was Olivia having such a chat in the dark hours, she'd be rubbing her pussy with one hand, writing 'Yes, Madame' with the other at the same time. Before going back to bed and fucking her spouse senseless. Who would do what an online whore told him?

o - 'I will do my best, but please don't stop talking to me if I fail.'

The bitch didn't answer.

Maybe Marty was better at that. His answers made her look more timid, sincere and eager without being courageous at the same time.

He was trying to make this look more realistic. To give that woman a challenge to gladly celebrate her win in the end.

And he was succeeding.

It was troubling for Olivia to read those. Not only because her husband was salivating for another woman.

There was something else bothering her.

In a way, she was getting familiar with the fact that this was Olivia talking to her. She was finding herself in the olive character's shoes. In a subtle way, feeling that eager and timid desire to stay in contact with that bitch, as if they were Olivia's words and feelings.

Marty apparently wanted a slow burn in this, unlike herself. Unlike his true self.

Olivia felt ashamed that her choice of answers would make her look like she was the one who chased her quick orgasms, compared to Marty's. Not the real Marty, of course, this Marty.

Something was different about him in these chat sessions with that woman.

And her hand was moving on her crotch, gently caressing her pussy over her shorts. She was aware what she was doing, but it was only natural to get turned on reading some fantasy role playing. Especially when she was one of the characters there. To that bitch, it was Olivia who was slowly being captured by her, to do the things she was mentioning.

She couldn't deny this was hot. At least, this was new, different. A change in her steady sex life.

She could forgive the way Marty was trying to stay in this conversation. After finding someone to jerk off to. She wished that was the case.

Of course, this hypothetical pardon didn't cover the overall online chatting sin. He was guilty on that, no matter what.

But, in this particular context, she was blaming Marty less for acting like that.

For a second, she even found his perversion admirable.

That he wasn't that dull. Of course, that sort of a husband wouldn't be her first choice. She would be dancing if she found out that he had a hidden macho stud in him, instead of a submissive woman.

Still, better than vanilla. But she wasn't happy about this.

On the other hand, she felt a bit guilty too. That she was reading those. Anyone having an online naughty chat would feel embarrassed if someone else read it later.

The goal was personal, that was the mood which came with it, and so, she could empathize his efforts. And, everyone would write stupid, embarrassing stuff in such situations, perverted or not.

On the other hand, she hated that he chose that path. He could have found a submissive woman and acted as if he was a predator, only to tame her little slutty ass.

If that had been the case, she could have stayed silent about her discovery and try to lure him to taking her that way at night. Try that 'once again', to be precise.

But, this was unbearable for her.

On top of his non-existent alpha qualities, there was a bigger issue than she thought, making her question her choices in this marriage.

Ted crossed her mind for a second. Probably because, that was the most extreme thing she ever did. The closest one to this chat and what this chat made her feel.

At first she felt like she wanted to be at his house, getting roughed up by him like that night. She needed such stuff once in a while. But then she realized that Ted had no worth for her. She was surprised that she never gave a serious thought about him before. Not about his personality or character.

It was just sex, and the way things turned into that night. She noticed that, maybe, the way he treated her during sex and afterwards made that night special. Maybe, she liked that sort of submissive sex. Maybe that was the reason for him visiting her mind time to time. Ted affair gained a new perspective in her mind, after reading those.

Maybe she was observing what a true submission was, on that chat. How disturbing and deep it could be. And, that she liked to be submissive, humiliated.

Until that moment, it was already a big deal. Letting a man satisfy himself on someone else's woman, that woman being Olivia. Letting him use Marty's wife-to-be like that. And, remembering that night, 'used' was a gentle word to describe it. But at the moment, it felt less disturbing. It made more sense.

Anyway, Marty's submissive journey wasn't good.

In a way, she was getting used to living without an alpha male in her life, being the boss in this house, but this...

She knew she had her share in making him accept his place in this marriage but he wasn't much different when they were dating.

She turned everything off and left.

If she hadn't got angry at him again, she would probably have checked that video, while her hand was still rubbing on her pussy. She had a mixture of naughty curiosity at the moment.

That night, she wanted to get rid of her thoughts. She wanted a man in the house so, she acted like a woman who wanted to seduce and empower her husband.

Not that she needed to change anything in her appearance; she just made sure Marty knew he was her man.

And, she was pissed that he wasn't fucking her because a few digital words on the screen were telling him not to. The words which, allegedly, belonged to a skank.

Was she a really a skank? In fact, was she a 'she' indeed? She snickered, thinking that they were two men acting like married women, playing that game, without suspecting the other was also a man.

'Oh, you're an idiot, Marty' she thought when she was doing a final check on the dinner table she prepared for her 'man'.

When he returned, she greeted him at the door, in her high heels, short-ish skirt. She loved the spark in his eyes. She knew she was an eye candy and this was the reaction she was expecting.

She kissed him.

Not like a daily 'hello, dear' kiss. She kissed him using her whole body. Her tongue visited the insides of his lips, her breasts pushing on his chest, one leg moving to his side as her waist and crotch were pushing on to him.

He was paralyzed. When his hands reached to her buttocks, she said "Not before dinner. Go get ready and sit down."

That 'man of the house' feeling was good. Marty was uplifted in that short period. And 'his woman' didn't let him cool down and it was proven for both of them that Olivia could set anyone's mood to any state, whenever she wanted.

Just like she did at the moment, just like how she ended his two weeks of no-satisfaction lockout in a few hours.

After the dinner, she held his hand, guided him to their bed and got fucked the way she wanted. As much as Marty could provide. Making him feel like he was the one taking her. Making him feel like he delivered well.

She didn't let the ambience dissipate. She wanted to strip him off that submissive character and wipe that pathetic image of him off her head.

She sent him to work after preparing breakfast for him.

Why was she doing those?

Because she was worried that she could lose him? Nah. She wouldn't think like that. Even if she did, it wouldn't change the reason.

He was her husband and she wouldn't let her belonging to go astray.

It didn't matter if he believed he was the alpha or not.

The lust and desire in his eyes when he walked out left no room for misunderstanding. He knew he was a very lucky man; Olivia was beyond anything he could have dreamt of.

But, such efforts wouldn't last too long. Even if they did, they wouldn't have the same effect on someone, especially in a marriage longer than a decade. And, they both returned to normal after three days.

In fact, the third night was spectacular.

He was very enthusiastic that night. He teased her for an hour, without letting her undress. He kissed her whole body, mound, ass, legs. She turned crazy and finally pushed him away to remove her panties.

She loved to see his hunger as he dove into her crotch. He ate her pussy and made her orgasm a few times, without letting her go. She was exhausted. She wouldn't have rejected him but he didn't insist on fucking her, probably seeing that she wasn't raunchy anymore.

She couldn't think that wasn't a good idea. To get him horny like that and let go like this.

So, she woke up when he left the bed that night. Apparently, he was going to his computer again.

She was surprised to see this was turning into some sort of an obsession for him. So, anytime she wouldn't put out, was he going to run to her?

When she decided to fix him, she also decided not to read those conversations anymore as well.

Realizing that she was being too optimistic, this time she decided to read them all and take control of the situation. This wasn't about punishing him anymore, this was about her marriage.

She didn't want to see him there that night, she was angry.

In the morning, when she was leaving the bedroom, she found her panties on the door handle. 'What a crazy night!' she thought when she took them and saw how ruined and lousy they looked. They were still humid from her hour long arousal over her pussy. 'What a crazy night!' she thought again.

She headed to the computer.

At first, she regretted reading them. Because that woman's ways were playing with olive's mind constantly. Probably with Olive's mind too, since she was a bystander in this.

MB- 'What did you wear to work today?'

He told him exactly what Olivia wore that day. She was surprised to see that he noticed her new brown nylons with darker flowers on it.

MB- 'Is there anyone ogling your legs at work?'

'My, my, Marty' she thought when reading his answer. Just to create a hot conversation, Marty was writing unthinkable things about Olivia. Just to show that olive had a slutty or naughty side. Or, that there were various possibilities in her life.

o - 'I don't want to answer that. I'm not cheating him, if that's what you're asking'

MB- 'I didn't ask that. I asked if there are men at work, who'd not think twice to jump you if they had a chance...'

o - 'I guess? But they'd do that to any woman if they had a chance'

MB- 'Risking their jobs? Didn't you tell me you were their boss? Are they looking at your legs?'

o - 'I catch them time to time, yes'

MB- 'Let's say you're not married. Let's say you're sitting at your desk at work. Legs crossed. You notice him looking at you. What did you say his name was?'

o - 'I didn't say, I mean I have Kyle and George there, who keep looking at me like that but...'

Olivia couldn't believe that. Marty once or twice questioned her about those two guys. Probably he saw them ogling her time to time in gatherings but, in the middle of such a conversation, how didn't he feel uncomfortable mentioning the names of guys he was jealous of?

MB- 'Which one makes you feel hot? I mean when you catch him looking at you?'

o - 'They're nothing compared to my husband.'

'Stop acting like a moron' she thought.

It was like anything he said was reflecting on her, making her look stupid. And, in some way, she didn't want him to ruin this hot chat session. This was a hot session, this was a hot topic. She was about to be an office slut, maybe.

MB- 'What husband? We said you're not married.'

o - 'Ok. Kyle then.'

Her hand was on her crotch, reading stupid Marty's answers.

At the moment, she was thinking about Kyle. Not that she had any thoughts about him. But in this setting, she was picturing herself at the office, being ogled at by that young employee of hers. 'Like a hotwife' she thought.

Then she stopped, wondering why he was writing such stuff. If he wanted her to be a hotwife, what would that make him?

She'd divorce him if he had such fantasies. Like, jerking off while thinking about Kyle fucking Olivia. There was a limit to the things she could accept. She wouldn't have a cuckold in her bed. An aware one, at least. And, a willing one, producing stories like that.

MB- 'What would be your first reaction? If you wanted to lure him more?'

o - 'I'd let my heel out of my shoe and dangle my shoe slowly. Marty says he loves to see my heels in nylons.'

MB- 'Marty?'

'Yes Marty, who is Marty?

And, really? Does Marty love to see Olivia's heels in nylons? Since when? Why don't I know that?'

There were a lot of naughty, new information being spilled out, about her husband. She took off her slipper, held her foot and looked at her heel. 'Lovable, indeed' she thought, caressing the pure, smooth skin.

o - 'I mean my ex-boyfriend. Since I'm not married...'

Olivia was sure that she didn't buy that maneuver. She clearly got that Marty was the husband.

MB- 'You said, 'says'. Is your ex visiting you time to time? When hubby's away?'

That bitch wasn't stopping. She was coming from all directions, without staying in some subject, constantly cornering olive.

o - 'I told you, I don't cheat.'

MB- 'Anyway. Kyle sees your pretty nylon clad heel. What does he do?'

o - 'He can't take his eyes off. I bet he wants to be under my desk at that moment.'

This was stupid. Marty lost his concentration on the bigger picture. He was going down to that jerk off mood again.

On the other hand, Olivia had no idea he had fetishes like that and it was clear that the Kyle character was Marty himself at that moment. 'Really?' she thought, blushing.

Did he want to be under Olivia's desk? To?

MB- 'Under your desk? Doing what?'

'Exactly!' Olivia smirked. But she would love to have someone under her desk at that moment. Anyone.

That probably made him realize his mistake.

o - 'I don't know. I'm not like you. I just wanted to pretend like I have control over people like you.'

'That was slick...' Olivia thought.

In an interesting way, as if she was part of that conversation, she was happy that he recovered from that mistake. Unconsciously, she was curiously waiting to see what was going to happen. As if this was about her fate, in a funny but arousing way. As if they were both being interviewed for that woman's permission.

MB- 'You will love it when you feel my control over you. You will use your married mouth to thank me, in various ways.'

Probably this was the first time Olivia felt that rush, without trying to stay out of this whole thing.

That woman was mentioning Olivia's mouth, her married mouth. Telling her what she was going to do with her mouth, under her control. She inserted her hand under her skirt, slid her panties aside and moved her finger along and then in her pussy. She was deliberately masturbating to what she was reading.

Reading that sentence again and again, she was pleasuring herself.

She wasn't proud about what she was doing but she didn't want to stop.

She found that chat which had the video link in it and opened the video, still playing with her pussy. At the moment she wasn't in that detective mode. She was in a juvenile's jerk off mood.

She paused when the video started.

That was the same armchair, same carpet, like the one in her profile picture. There was a woman on her knees, in front of that bitch who was sitting on the armchair. The bitch was wearing the same clothes. Probably her profile picture was taken that day. Maybe a still from that video.

The entitled bitch didn't care to blur that woman's face and she was sharing this video with others like that.

Olivia felt that second hand embarrassment, looking at that beautiful, tiny woman's face. She looked like she visited her after work, in her gray business skirt and white shirt. Dark nylons, black heels. And, she was right. This was really hot. This deserved a masturbation.

She started the video again.

'I couldn't hear you' the bitch was saying, looking down at her. Now, the 'madame' had a voice. A husky, but not croaky voice. Definitely calm, unsettling and condescending way of speech. Exactly what you would expect.

She probably fixed the camera in a way that her face was still in the shades; it was not clear.

'Please, let me pleasure you. W-with my married mouth.' the woman's timid voice was incredible. She probably didn't know she was being recorded. No matter how horny she could be, she wouldn't act like that if she knew it.

Olivia made a mistake to picture herself in her place.

This could be the voice of her in such a case. As if she wasn't still sure how she found herself in such a situation. Her thumb found her clit and she slowly caressed it.

It was an interesting moment.

There were two women in that video, Olivia knew she could have put herself in the bitch's place in her mind. The woman on the floor was very beautiful and attractive in a sweet way. No one could criticize her if she wanted to have such a creature on her knees, begging her like that.

But she was olive. She was being auditioned for a specific role, conditioned for a purpose. For that petite woman's role. And this video was sent to olive to show her what was waiting for her, at that woman's house. That was making her horny; there was no need to deny it. She found it more intriguing than having her pussy eaten by that chick.

'Married, you say. So, your husband is at home, oblivious to the fact that his wife is in my house, begging to eat my pussy. Am I getting it right?'

'Y-yes'

'But you were saying that you were just curious and wouldn't do anything in real life?'

'Y-yes. I was wrong. You were right.'

'Beg me again.' Olivia saw how she moved her foot forward a bit.

The tiny woman held her ankle and kissed it 'Please, I need to satisfy you. Let me...'

Her hand was getting faster and pressing harder on her clit.

'Take the slipper off.'

Olivia's heart skipped a beat, seeing how that woman's hand caressed its way to the slipper from her ankle, doing the same as she was taking it off, caressing her foot.

The way her hand was moving on her foot with lust and care, she could feel her desire for the bitch. Or the alluring, wrong, crushing submission she was experiencing. This was much more arousing than what she experienced with Ted. And, equally wrong.

Olivia could see that she had attractive legs, ankles and foot. And, the other woman's treatment on her foot made it look like a very desirable, intimate thing.

Her hand was moving faster, not just on her clit. She could hear the sloppy sounds. She decided to let it go.

She was going to have her orgasm, when that woman was between her legs. Once in a lifetime, she could masturbate to that sort of a lesbian action. Fantasizing to have her lips on another woman's genitals. It didn't feel icky at the moment.

She was going to wait until that moment and do it without holding back. Regret was another time's issue.

But, when that woman bowed down and kissed the bitch's foot, she couldn't control herself and started to convulse, holding her breath.

That was powerful and unexpected. And, very satisfying. Also, disturbingly concerning.

She wouldn't have cared much if she controlled this one time perverted masturbation session. She could even think that a girl on girl video wouldn't be that perverted.

But losing it, having such an unexpected, instant climax like that, especially to something she wasn't expecting to see, she despised her action.

She turned everything off and went inside.

Half an hour later, she was sitting in front of the computer, waiting for the virtual machine to start again. She was telling herself that she would finish the video, to be up-to-date completely, so she could read their latest conversations and make decisions about Marty's fate.

But she knew why she came back; she was going to masturbate again.

And, she didn't neglect to re-read some of the hottest interactions before restarting the video. The ones describing olive's future. She didn't make up any excuses for that. She knew why she was doing it.

Obviously, to be in the same mood when it came to watch the video.

And, she started from the beginning. To watch the whole thing at once. She wanted to feel in that wife's place.

When it came to the part where the woman was holding her ankle, Olivia's hand was rubbing on her clit one more time. When she held her foot and kissed it, Olivia hissed 'FUCK! SHIT!' as she started to orgasm again. She was astonished to see this stupid action's effect on her. This time, that scene didn't even catch her by surprise.

She knew it wasn't just about watching that on the screen. She was repeating the same thing to herself again and again, anytime she tried to add reason to how she felt.

That, she found herself in the middle of a developing mutual interaction, where that woman thought she was talking to Olivia. She was talking to the woman in the picture. Which, she probably saved to her computer.

To that obnoxious woman, it wasn't Marty, who was trying to stay in this conversation, where there was only one named prize in it. It wasn't any other woman. It was Olivia in her mind.

She was coercing Olivia to go there, be on her knees, to beg her for permission to satisfy her pussy. Damn!

And, that wasn't all of it.

When the real people, the ones typing those in this chat considered, Marty wasn't the only one displaying his efforts in that development.

That bitch was also doing her best to convince olive, with the goal of luring her to that point. Eagerly playing with olive's mind, waiting for that day to come.

Looking at Olivia's picture, she was sending this video to convince her. Maybe she was masturbating too. Looking at Olivia's lips.

There was worse.

Obviously, she perceived that video as some sort of advertisement. Having no doubt that Olivia would want to be in that woman's place, desiring to take her married lips to that bitch's house.

Why married?

That stupid Marty couldn't think of asking her that.

And, she was still looking at the video still, with that woman's lips on that bitch's nylon clad foot. Still feeling that unstoppable, disturbing, irrational interest in that sight. Was that tiny woman feeling similar things when she was doing that? Was she half content and half in need to fill a void at that moment? Or, was she doing it just to go further? To the parts Olivia didn't even consider picturing in her mind yet.

The parts she was hesitant to see.

Because she didn't trust herself this time. It didn't feel possible not to want to be in that woman's place at the moment. Adding more to that?

All she knew, this was incredibly hot.

She didn't dwell on how wrong it was. She wasn't that type. Some could say that she was a woman who probably had another man's dried out cum in her pussy when she was walking the isle.

This being an exaggerated description of the truth but it explained the situation well. But she wasn't feeling like shit, walking the isle.

There was only one matter in this for her. She was just trying to understand what was attracting her that much.

The woman? Her confidence? Selfish entitlement? That foot? All? The idea of being on her knees in front of her? That action of kissing her foot and what it symbolized?

Whatever she thought didn't feel like the wrong answer.

Probably the suggestive offer was the cause of all. That was directly being offered to Olivia, without anyone else knowing.

She turned them all off, without finishing the video. It was getting late and she didn't want to have a third orgasm, possibly failing to pass the foot kissing scene once again.

She was busy for two days and when she found a chance to check, she saw that there were more new conversations. The number of unread conversations was increasing since she was stuck on that video. She decided to finish the conversations and then watch the video.

In the next chat session, she got angry again.

MB- 'Did you ever kiss a girl, my sweet olive?'

'My?'

Why did that sound hot? Maybe the whole thing was about her desire to be controlled in bed. To Olivia, 'my' reminded of being owned in many ways, particularly when she was in that mood.

Olivia wasn't reacting much, reading those. She was still wondering if this woman masturbated looking at Olivia's picture. Did she want her to? Why wouldn't she?

Why did she ask her if she kissed a girl? Did she have that in mind? Making out with Olivia's lips? Would Olivia want that too?

o - 'I'm embarrassed to say but yes. In college.'

'WHAT?'

He didn't know Olivia when she was in college. She never kissed a girl and these were probably his stupid, secret fantasies about her or any woman.

MB- 'Who was she?'

o - 'A girl from my class. Anita.'

'Anita? My Anita?' Olivia's face got red, seeing that Marty was writing about her friend from College, in an obnoxious fantasy of his.

MB- 'How did it happen? Why her?'

o - 'Everyone found her gorgeous and she was aware of that. So, she always owned the room. When we were at a party, we drank a bit too much. We were dancing, she was jokingly teasing me and I couldn't help myself.'

A typical porn cliché. Or...

She wondered if that could be really common in real life.

MB- 'How did she react?'

o - 'She kissed me back.'

MB- 'Then?'

Marty probably decided that he had to stop before getting her suspicious.

o - 'That's all. We laughed.'

MB- 'Did you want to do it again?'

o - 'Yes. But I couldn't. We didn't talk about it.'

MB- 'Is she still around?'

o - 'Yes, she's my bestie.'

MB- 'What does your husband think about her? Does he know?'

o - 'There's nothing to know. But he'd kill to see me kiss her, probably. He finds her very attractive.'

Olivia's face turned red again, she'd kill him if he was there. Literally.

MB- 'How do you know they aren't getting naughty when you're not looking?'

Olivia smirked. 'Yeah, like she would even wipe her ass with you. She thinks you're a clown, you schmuck! To her, you're that cuck standing in the corner, WIMP!' She was furious.

o - 'She wishes. He wouldn't risk losing me.'

Olivia couldn't decide how to read this. Was he telling that he'd never cheat on Olivia? Or, putting Olivia in a naive position on purpose.

She felt jealous, wondering if there was any chance for Marty to remain faithful if Anita snapped her fingers.

MB- 'Do you have a picture of that Anita?'

Her eyes got red this time, scrolling down to see Anita's picture in bikinis. Why did Marty have her picture? A picture like that? Was he jerking off to her? What was wrong with him?!

MB- 'And, you are saying that your husband would never cheat on you with that? That girl? If you ask me, she'd have him on a leash in a minute. Don't forget. Grass is always greener elsewhere, and that definitely is a greener grass, anywhere. Not just compared to you.'

'Oh, "madame my ass" thinks Anita is more beautiful than me!' her leg was fidgeting under the desk uncontrollably. This time she wasn't sure what she was more jealous for. But she was upset to learn that the dominant bitch would prefer to have her pussy eaten by Anita instead of Olivia. Besides the affirmation of how Anita would cloud Olivia anywhere they co-existed. Maybe in her own house as well, near her husband. She didn't let this bitch make her have bad thoughts about her bestie, she stopped thinking about that.

o - 'I hope she doesn't try anything. I was trying to look cool about this but I know he's always checking her out anytime she visits.'

'You will wish you are dead Marty! You will beg to die but I won't let you!!!' she grinded her teeth. She knew he was leering at her, and there, he admitted. This was worse than what she thought. And, no, this time she put a red flag on Anita as well. She was going to be careful not to bring them together for a period.

MB- 'Enough with your whining. Get undressed. Take everything off. And kneel on the floor, looking at my picture. I'm sending it now.'

o - 'What?'

MB- 'Do as I say. Or leave.'

And she sent a picture of herself, standing in front of a camera which was on the floor. She had mid-heel slippers showing her pedicured and painted toes; her bare legs and a beautiful skirt was also in that picture.

MB- 'Just look at my legs and feet; picture yourself on your knees in front of me. Do not touch yourself. You won't touch yourself until you're here. Just think of what you would beg me for, eyes at my feet. Think about how you will beg.'

Olivia froze, remembering that moment. She was watching him when he did what she said. Like a puppet.

o - 'I'm on my knees. I'm too embarrassed but I have to admit this is hot. I guess I have to confess. I want to be there, in front of you.'

MB- 'Of course you do. Now close your eyes, make sure you feel like you're here. Don't move until you feel that way. When ready, bow down. To show me your devotion to me.'

She already forgot her fears of him being part of a cult. But she remembered her panic when she saw him doing that.

MB- 'I have to go now. My husband returned from his business trip. You managed to turn me on. And, probably he wants his wife squeaking under him after his trip. As always. Stay there some more after I leave. Feel the yearning in my absence.'

That bitch didn't care about olive's confession. She didn't care what was happening to the other side, what was going on in that person's mind and heart.

The cold blooded temptress made olive worship her picture, bowing down on the floor and she left 'her' there in the middle of that 'divine' action.

Olivia had to give it to her.

Sitting in front of a computer, she turned her husband to her 'lesbian' slave.

Or, she turned Olivia to her straight, married woman slave, according to her perspective.

In reality, unbeknownst to her, she had a husband and wife constantly thinking about her, feeling some kind of obsessed need to spend time communicating with her.

One of them was obviously and helplessly burning in desire for a chance to be in front of her in real life. A dream which would never get real.

The other one?

To Olivia, this was only a very fascinating and arousing game. She had a very strong desire for the hypothetical actions she was reading. And for the beautiful body parts in the video or the picture.

She wasn't denying that in her heated moments, if that woman managed to be in the same room with her, Olivia could do anything she told her. She was that horny.

'Just jerk off material' was her general thought about all this, calculating that there was no way she would go beyond an online chat.

She was about to close that chat session but she was still reading her messages again and again. She knew what that urge was telling her to do. She was alone, she was negotiating with herself, without caring that much.

She knew what was bugging her, what she was about to do. She knew what she had in her mind, exactly.

She looked at her watch; she scrolled the chat to the point where she wanted.

She stood up and got undressed. Took everything off. She looked at the picture as she slowly knelt down. She was reading the smug message again and again, conditioning herself for the task given to olive.

Her hand moved to her clit but she was still looking at her words about not touching herself. She didn't have to listen to her.

On the other hand, up to that moment, this woman managed to increase her arousal. So, probably, obeying her bore fruit. She could satisfy herself if she wanted anytime.

She moved her hand away and her eyes focused on those lean, delicate but strong looking legs. Her skin was perfect, in an annoying way. She waited until she felt like she was actually kneeling in front of her.

And, she continued to do what she was telling. Looked at her toes. Her eyes were moving to her heels, thinking that they looked good in those slippers.

Then, at her toes again. This time, she was examining those toes. They looked soft, round, perfectly proportioned, just like her toenails. She increased the zoom ratio using the keyboard, leaving only her toes covering the whole screen. No flaws, they were unreal.

It was unbelievable how she spent minutes looking at her toes in jealousy and an increasing desire.

She didn't want to move on to the next step. She was still looking at them, picturing herself there, and knowing what she wanted to do.

The desire to touch herself was increasing but she realized that the more she resisted that, the more she wanted to be in front of that bitch. And, she had no complaints. It was giving her an awkward energy.

Her session of awe lasted much longer than Marty's, probably. Then, she forced herself to close her eyes, as she said. Thinking about her heels, toes, carpet, ankles and legs, her heart started beating faster. She was having an out of body experience, as she felt that shame, as if she was there, as if that woman was looking down at her. She wondered how she smelled.

Completely feeling in the zone, she finally bowed down, eyes still closed.

She loved every second of that sinful, disgraceful and obsessive ritual. She wondered how her toes would feel on her lips, in her prolonged bowing ritual.

She felt very vulnerable with her naked body, bowing like that, exposing her all precious violation zones to fresh air. The need to touch herself, this time including her asshole, was getting hard to resist. But in her presence, no one was going to touch her. She preferred staying in that mood over satisfaction. And stayed like that for another minute. She knew she spent worshipping her identity like this at least five times more than Marty. This shame was delicious; she couldn't get enough of it.

She raised herself back on her knees again to watch those toes, decrease the zoom and watch her legs one more time, before she finally got up and got dressed.

She wasn't in the mood anymore. She opened the next session to see some familiar lines.

o - 'Good evening, Madame Bathory'

MB- 'Did your husband try to fuck you since that day?'

o - 'Yes, Madame.'

MB- 'Did you tell him to get lost?'

o - 'I did, Madame.'

MB- 'Are you lying to me? If I find out that you're lying, I will block you.'

o - 'Please, no.'

MB- 'I don't want you to whore yourself to him anymore. You are mine.'

o - 'Ok.'

MB- 'Ok, what? Remember who you are talking to.'

o - 'Sorry, Ok Madame.'

MB- 'I don't want to talk to you now. The bitch in the video is begging me on the phone. She sent the picture of an ankle bracelet that she bought for me. She's begging me to let her put it on herself. What do you think?'

o - 'I think it's inappropriate.'

MB- 'And, why is that?'

o - 'Some use it to show... Maybe she doesn't know.'

MB- 'Show that they're hotwives, right? To let men know they can fuck her. I agree, she doesn't know. But you know it. Do you have a bracelet on your ankle?'

o - 'No, Madame'

MB- 'Do you want her to put that bracelet on your ankle? I may arrange a day like that?'

o - 'No, Madame'

MB- 'I will be the judge of that, if I tell you to put on that bracelet, you will. If I tell her to put it on your ankle, groveling on the floor, she will. Thank me. I'm leaving.'

o - 'Thank you, Madame.'

When Marty was home, he probably noticed how Olivia was in a very sexy, raunchy mood. She didn't know what other conversations they had with that bitch but that night, he was probably determined to fuck Olivia, seeing her like that.

Maybe she gave olive a hall pass with the husband; the husband being Olivia.

Maybe their chat sessions were about to come to an end, since there was no way he could go further. And he probably decided to get back to normal. Olivia couldn't be sure.

And, things got interesting when Olivia didn't let him fuck her. She needed that satisfaction much more than he did but since she was new at this game, she wanted to see how this deprivation, or in other words, postponing her satisfaction would affect her.

She chose to describe it that way, instead of obeying the madame bitch. She wasn't that comfortable with the idea.

And, she wasn't that kind or timid when she shooed him away. Because she was also agitated, she wouldn't have cared less about his feelings.

His reaction surprised her. He started to follow her like a puppy, trying to touch or kiss her, obviously hoping that she'd change her mind. Or, he couldn't stay away from that 'cruel' woman.

And she was astonished when he slid down on the floor, in front of her armchair, to remove her slipper and start massaging her foot.

She knew what he was after.

She knew he was trying to substitute Olivia for that whore.

In a very similar setting, he was going to try and do the things that tiny woman did in front of her. She didn't know the rest of that story, what she did after kissing her foot but she knew he was about to kiss hers at that moment.

This was hot too.

For a second she wished she hadn't found his chat records.

She couldn't imagine how horny she would get, seeing him like this. Then she realized this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't deny him the fuck when he came to her horny like that. She could even reprimand him for doing that, if he did.

"What are you doing?"

"My boss wife's feet must be tired; I want to show them the attention they deserve."

For a second, Olivia thought of enjoying that opportunity. To use him like that. Who knew? Maybe it would be the start for a better marriage.

But she got angry again. Because she knew he would have that woman in his mind.

"I'll tell you when you'll massage my feet. I'm watching TV now. Sit back in your place."

'Interesting...' she thought.

Months ago, he'd leave the room, mumbling to himself.

But his reaction was to blush, showing his lust to her. She could swear that he considered begging her. He stalled a few seconds, looking at Olivia's beautiful feminine foot.

That night he didn't go to his computer and in the bed, his hands were always on her body, slowly caressing her.

It was sad to see that he needed to be treated like a dog to remember his love and devotion to her.

Or, to find that naughty submissiveness, only after a chat encounter with someone else.

But she didn't care. She was still trying to resist her need for satisfaction.

A few times, she thought of holding his hair and pulling him to her crotch to make him eat her pussy like a bitch, until she fell asleep.

When she woke up, her unsatisfied pussy was buzzing.

She had some dreams but she couldn't remember anything clearly. Except the part about how Marty was kissing her pussy in her dream. She wasn't aware that it wasn't a dream; he was really kissing her pussy and moved away seeing her blank eyes looking at him.

They were both horny and tense that morning. They both had their breakfast without talking.

That day Olivia returned home too early, determined to catch up with the chat sessions. Her arousal was constantly interrupting her progress and she was still days behind the present situation.

There were five unread links and she clicked on the next one.

MB- 'Last night my husband ruined me. He roughed me up bad. How was your night? Did he touch you?"

o - 'You forbid me, I didn't let him.'

She was finding this hot too. That woman was getting fucked by her husband, and bragging about it. And, she wasn't letting olive do the same. This time she didn't think 'Marty', she didn't get angry or swear at him. This time they were both obeying her command.

MB- 'Right. You won't let him. Before I forbid you, was your husband using you like that? Rough you up? Do you like it?'

Olivia smirked. She could guess what bullshit Marty might have written.

But she was surprised when she read his answer.

o - 'I don't want to answer that.'

MB- 'I thought you were here to do what I want. Do you like how your husband fucks you? Would you rather have someone else fucking you, in a different way?'

o - 'I too like rough sex. I guess. He tries his best; I hope I don't want anyone else. I hope I feel content with the sex we have.'

That was too sad. She felt bad for Marty. Those words, especially the 'I guess' and 'I hope' parts were his words. Not olive's or Olivia's.

He probably sensed that Olivia yearned for something hotter in bed.

He probably accepted that he had limits. At least, he wasn't feeling comfortable about that. And, probably, he was worried that she could consider satisfying herself elsewhere, with someone else, in a different way.

MB- 'What I understand is, you'd let Kyle hump you in the copier room if you could.'

o - 'NO! No and no, period.'

She felt some relief.

He didn't have such stupid cuckold fantasies. He just had such fears. Maybe, he was doing his best to survive.

She felt for him but at the moment, she had a mission and she couldn't have cared less about that. And, they didn't have a copier room in the office.

But, being humped in the copier room sounded dirty and hot. Just, not by Kyle. She'd prefer some imaginary character instead. The idea was hot. Not the person. But, still, someone else, not her husband. She wondered if she could turn one of the vacant rooms to a copier room.

MB- 'Interesting reaction. As a straight wife, you're willing, even wiggling your tail for a woman, to be her plaything but start screaming when a stranger fucking your cunt is mentioned. Interesting.'

o - 'It's not about willing. It will kill him if I do that. I'm the only thing that matters for him in his life.'

Olivia's facial expression changed, reading that. She loved him too and she didn't want him to feel insecure. This time she felt bad.

MB- 'I guess, we're done for today. You're boring me. The next time, I want you to come up with a fantasy of yours. With another man. A fantasy hot enough to kill your husband.'

That was the end of this conversation.

Olivia was upset. Marty's words killed her naughty mood and instead of being horny, she was feeling guilty. As if she was doing something wrong. Like, reading his chat. Normally, she found doing wrong things hot.

She stopped reading.

Not that she couldn't continue.

Not that she decided it would be unfair to Marty.

Oh, no. In a very selfish way, in a very insensitive way, she wanted to read those to feel sexy. If Marty managed to write or read something hot, she wanted to masturbate reading her husband's naughty, unfaithful fantasy regarding Olivia. Or the other way around. So, she didn't want to waste this hotness in such a mood. She wanted to be roughed up by some other person in olive's story.

She was having trouble not to have sex with Marty but obeying that cunt's orders was truly hot. She was constantly in an edgy mood, almost horny.

And, at work, she did what Marty told.

In the open office, she sat on a table, as if she was reading some reports on paper, looking around in a covert way. Dangled her shoe on her toes, leaning sideways, supporting herself with one arm. She made sure her legs and this sight was displayed to the whole office.

She noticed George have a quick glance and turn his head away when she looked at him.

Then, Kyle walked to the kitchen. Directly looking at her legs, he visited every desk on his way, extending his mental recording session. She was sure that George ran to him and told him to go and check the scenery.

Maybe that wasn't a case for the news.

She knew boys would do that. It wasn't a very spectacular thing. But it was still hot, seeing Kyle not being able to take his eyes off of her leg. Maybe he was looking at her heel, as Marty said. Maybe he wanted her to be sitting in her office, with him under her desk. These were hot thoughts.

When she returned to her office, Molly came. Olivia had an urge to sit on the desk, listening to her. Her mind wasn't completely there. She was just wondering.

Looking at her own legs proudly, she noticed how her nylon was loosened on one leg. She slowly took her shoe off and fixed the nylon as Molly started talking.

She was complaining about one of their contractors, who screwed things up in a client's house. Olivia was still looking at her leg, listening to her. She put her shoe on.

"... and the woman wants a refund, plus some compensation for the trailers he ruined. I believe we just have to pay for the trail..."

Olivia had her shoe dangling on her foot.

And silence for a few seconds "... trailers. The refund is stupid, because we installed whatever she..."

This time, Olivia felt a rush. Was this sight making Molly forget what she was saying? She looked at her to understand why she was pausing at every few words.

No, she was trying to read the document copy, to inform her with the digest of the situation.

"... We did what we had to do, as we agreed on the contract. So, we only have to pay for the damage."

Olivia kept looking in her eyes, without talking. She wished she was forgetting her words because she wanted to be under her desk. Because she was daydreaming, looking at her exposed heel. But she wasn't.

"Ok." she said with a soft voice.

Her voice also had a faint touch of seduction in it. She couldn't help herself. She was already very horny and she would love to see her blush. She wanted her to find herself in the same mood, as she felt for that woman.

"O-ok" Molly said and left.

'Wow' Olivia thought.

She was expecting to see the boys' reactions and she got what she wanted.

She had no idea why she expected to see Molly in the same way. Maybe she did look at her legs and heels. Olivia couldn't catch her.

But even with that imaginary possibility, she got the gist of what that online bitch liked.

Molly was a married girl. And, Olivia let her mind twist things, as if Molly was attracted to her legs, completely detached from what really happened. She kept thinking.

Making a young, married woman confused with her legs, that would be ego boosting. And arousing. There was nothing to achieve from such a weak, confused moment of Molly, if she had such a moment. But she could understand more about that bitch's kink.

Because, she realized that, if Molly knelt down and kissed her heel, Olivia could have her climax without touching herself.

That was what that bitch was after.

Olivia finally understood that the bitch had a good taste in terms of seeking pleasure. That was why she wanted married, beautiful, straight, confused women.

Seeing that side of this equation, olive's side became even more disturbing and vivid. Because, if Molly bowed down in front of her, Olivia would also despise her, besides having her unexpected sexual gratification.

That bitch wanted to consume the married beauty for her pleasure. So, that married beauty had to sacrifice a lot for that bitch's satisfaction.

Awkward and irrational it may seem, it also made great sense.

She thought of those toes. She finally sensed the evil meaning they bore. Putting her lips on those beauties meant scarring herself big time. And that woman wanted to scar olive. As she did to the tiny beautiful woman.

She gathered her stuff and left. She wanted to masturbate but she also knew that obeying that bitch wasn't something she would give up.

As seen in the example. A week ago, even if she caught Molly staring the way she wished, she wouldn't have thought this way. She'd probably think that she liked her nylons and was hesitant to ask her where she bought them.

On her way home, she bought shrimp noodles and sat in front of the computer.

She opened the next chat and started reading, having her lunch there.

MB- 'Before you start telling me your fantasy, I want to remind you that it has to be devastating for your chucky. Then, we can fantasize him reading that and losing sleep over it.'

o - 'Why are we doing that? What's the point? Why are we talking about my husband?'

MB- 'I don't care about your husband. You, on the other hand, your lips..."

Olivia bit her lower lip reading that part again and again. Did she find her lips that attractive? Was she constantly fantasizing about Olivia? As Olivia started to do for her? Did she want to feel her lips on her pussy that much? She was almost feeling proud that the bitch chose her lips to be on her cunt.

"... about bending you, until you beg me to break you. Considering things you'd do just to get my attention. To enjoy seeing how you swallow your words. Was it 'NO! No and no, period.'? Yeah. Why do I want you to swallow them? Because I like to see sacrifice. You want to sacrifice. To be able to beg me, kissing my feet. To beg me for me to let you eat my cunt. I've seen women having their orgasms when they were begging me, just in the process of asking my permission to suck my cum. Before their lips met my pussy lips. Before they could taste my sweet juices. And, my juices are sweet. They came with whatever taste they had on their tongues, with their tongues between my toes.'

'Sweet juices' she was reading the words that hit her the hardest 'tongues between my toes'. This was the naked reality of what she was offering.

Olivia was paralyzed.

She swept the meal away and opened that conversation, the one with her picture in it. She stood up, raised her skirt, lowered her pantyhose and panties and started to masturbate, looking at those toes. Thinking about every word she wrote, silently whispering 'I'll sacrifice everything to be able to beg you, kissing your toes' again and again between her teeth, 'with my tongue between your sweet toes, having that taste on my tongue, as you said', until she came hard. She was still in awe to see the power of such a fantasy. Wanting to suffer for some online selfish whore's ego satisfaction.

In all that time she spent in front of that chat, she still couldn't get to the point where she would want to suffer to give her the physical satisfaction yet.

She couldn't get to fantasize about eating that bitch's pussy. Stuck at her feet, she ruined her days of no-satisfaction mission.

That woman didn't even chat with the real Olivia once but Olivia was feeling like a failure, failing to comply with that bitch's orders.

She loved feeling guilty like that, for something that stupid and demeaning.

Being the clever woman she was, since she broke the seal, she removed her clothes, sat down and got back to the conversation, with her hand still on her pussy.

She was going to have as many orgasms as she could, before starting to play being the virtual, obedient, benchwarmer, married beauty of that bitch again.

o - 'My fantasy is: We have Anita as our guest for dinner. We eat, drink. And I notice that Anita is talking suggestively with him too much. At first I think that she's trying to get him drunk, so we will have the rest of the night to chat without him. But when her hands start touching him, I panic. Jealousy takes over me. And she looks in my eyes when I say 'Anita, what are you doing?' and keeps caressing his cheek.'

'You miserable fuck!' Olivia thought. What was his problem? What was with all this talk about Anita? She felt the jealousy to her core. And, that shithead was telling olive's husband's fantasy, instead of hers.

MB- 'Oh, so you want to be your bestie's cuckquean? Love it. Go on.'

o - 'And when I try to stop them, she turns to him and starts kissing him. I freeze as her hand moves to his crotch, making him squirm.'

That wasn't some naughty chat on the internet. He was talking about someone in their lives. Someone who frequently came to dinner to their house like that. And, was he daydreaming about such things when Anita was there?

o - 'I can't decide what makes me jealous more. My husband obediently letting my bestie to take him or my long term crush choosing my husband instead of me, to get naughty.'

The bitch wasn't intervening. Maybe she was playing with herself. Olivia wasn't. She was looking at the screen, constantly swearing in an inaudible way.

MB- 'There's a new sheriff in town, huh? She took over your house like that?'

o - 'I want to stop this but I can't. Anita is too confident. Watching my husband melt in her arms, I feel helpless. And I watch her hold his hand and guide him to our bedroom. My husband looks at me in embarrassment for a second but he obliges. He knows things will be ruined but he can't stop himself.'

MB- 'Oh, her picture was real hot. Since you fantasize her taking your man like that, she must be hotter in reality.'

o - 'I feel pain more than I feel arousal. Especially when I hear them having sex in our room.'

MB- 'And? You wait outside for your bestie to finish doing him? Wait and listen, when she's making your husband her bitch? Like an obedient friend?'

o - 'Yes, and she leaves the room naked, with her clothes in her hand. She takes a cigarette from her purse and gives me the lighter to light it. I hesitate but she waits, looking in my eyes, with a subtle mischievous expression on her face. With that exact look, like that night at the party. I do what she wants. She inhales a puff, exhales to my face and lifts her foot to put it on the chair.'

MB- 'Hot. She wants to see your well-deserved respect...'

Olivia wasn't aware that she was slowly rubbing her pussy. She was feeling some sort of yearning, to some unlived memory, like that party. Mixed with that new interest of hers, being humiliated by some other woman. She wasn't conscious of any of those feelings either.

Marty ignored her comment. Maybe he was copying and pasting from a text document he prepared earlier.

o - 'I don't understand that at first. She shows me the floor with her eyes, when she's taking another puff and that's when I look at her sex for the first time. Looking at it makes me feel like I'm being possessed, it's written all over it. I see my husband's surrender to her genitals there. In all that wetness. His saliva, his cum, mixed with her juices. And she waits. Until my resistance is shattered. And I kneel and kiss her pussy, looking in her eyes. She's looking down at me, taking another puff from her smoke. I hug her legs and start licking. She smirks, seeing how easily she took over the control of my family.'

Olivia came hard when Marty was describing how Anita's pussy looked.

She was hooked to that awkward correlation between unacceptable, disturbing situations and her arousal to them.

This was really disturbing, to see her husband could write such stuff about Anita. There was no possible way for her to know if these were his real fantasies or not. And, even before reading his fantasies about Anita, she already trusted Anita more than Marty. Anita was her safeguard, knowing that he admired her too much. Though, she wasn't feeling quite comfortable about her as well, after reading this version of her.

Besides, the way Marty put it, it made sense, somehow.

Anita fit the profile, regardless of this chat; she could find such plots alluring. Having a married couple on their knees would definitely be something she would love. Of course, not Olivia and Marty. Any other couple. She had to remind herself that. This chat witch ruined her reasoning capabilities.

And, still, reading those disturbing stuff coming from her husband, her reaction was to masturbate to that fantasy.

'Oh, I guess I like anything that's kinky!' she thought, trying to convince herself that it was that simple. She just masturbated, closing her eyes, picturing herself eating her husband's cum from her bestie's pussy. That was heavy, not something she would have done before.

But she wasn't all wrong. Probably, she was suppressing her feelings too long not to admit she needed something that wasn't dull. And there she was, strolling in a jungle of disturbing, kinky realities or fantasies. A jungle created around Olivia, without her knowledge and presence in it.

Her angry jealousy didn't stop her this time. Anger didn't work like sadness. Just the opposite. She wanted more. She wanted the rest of this story.

MB- 'Lovely, my eager olive. In a way, you had it in you to obey strong and attractive women, I guess...'

o - 'I don't know, I'm too confused now.'

MB- 'I think you should write this one as a jerk off story to some of those sites. I consider this as your online begging to be invited to my carpet. Now, give me what I wanted.'

o - '?'

MB- 'I told you to tell me a fantasy, which would make your cuck want to die. You told me a fantasy that your hubby would die or kill to make it happen.'

'Busted! You insignificant fuck!' she shouted. She was very angry at him. It was indeed a jerk off story. Mouse covered with Olivia's wetness from her fingers as she scrolled the page was the evidence of that.

o - 'That's the most extreme thing I could think of.'

MB- 'Think again. Tomorrow, I want to read it. Make sure they fuck you in it. Make sure you enjoy it. And, read it, to make sure it would give your hubby a heart attack if he read it.'

This was the end of that chat.

'Yeah, Marty. Use your imagination. Make sure they fuck me hard and sweet, the way I like. The way you can't, you fucktard!'

She was just angry. She didn't hate him and she wouldn't see this as a reason to leave him. But he was going to pay.

She hesitated before opening the next chat. She knew she had to stop doing that at one point. And she had to stop playing with herself; it was making it harder for her to see this as an 'investigation'.

On the other hand, in this process, she was having ideas. Her excuse of catching up with them still made sense. Because, that newly born, sweet fantasy of taunting Marty was also hard to neglect. Yes, she was having some ideas. Their marriage wasn't going to stay the way it was, obviously.

And, he lost all his chances to take part in the decision of this marriage's future.

She was wondering if Marty also had a change of heart during these conversations. Olivia was aware that she was finding this less awkward day by day. Was he changing too? For example, did he find being a cuckold 'less awkward' like she did? She kind of started to find this idea appealing. Not to have such type of marriage but this context also consisted of many breathtaking fantasies in it.

This time, she was surprised. Marty did his best not to tell a fantasy about olive's infidelity. When the bitch started to corner him, he defended his argument.

o - 'How can I make up a story without feeling anything about it? I've come to a point I couldn't have guessed, about you. And, I came up with the closest thing. Anita represented you and that's all I can think about. I don't want any guy's attention and I don't care about my husband's heart attacks.'

MB- 'Easy, princess. Ok, you're right. Let me think.'

Olivia was looking at some sort of a sweet hypocrisy.

Marty was happily throwing away stories involving Anita and he didn't flinch when making Olivia degrade herself to her cuckcake. Right after him fucking her, or getting owned by her in Olivia's marital bed. 'How convenient!' she thought.

She was sure that he jerked off thinking such stuff before this bitch forbid him to.

On the other hand, he was fully motivated to protect his made-up profile when talking to this woman, in the process of remotely becoming some sort of a slave to her.

And, still, he was risking all these efforts, because it was too heavy for him to even make up a story where Olivia cheated him.

Was this about his fragile confidence?

Or did he really believe in his motto, which he repeated every time he saw a feminist talking about unfaithfulness? The nonsense he always told, when someone said it was the same for both genders? That 'When someone fucks the wife, the hubby is considered 'fucked' as well because he feels so' bullshit? Accentuating the 'ed' part of the fuck-ed? He irritated her too much at the moment.

Maybe this was a proof that he was right and sincere.

At least, for him.

Because, Olivia didn't feel fucked when she read about him and Anita. She was just jealous.

Yet, he couldn't even scribble a few words just to get past it, to move on to the more sexy stuff.

Olivia was really getting into this chat thing and she wanted things to go further. She was worried that the bitch could pull the plug.

She didn't.

MB- 'Ok. In this case, I have a new task for you. Next time we have this chat, you will wear your undies. I don't need to tell you again, no touching yourself. We'll start talking and when I say, you will take them off, take a picture of its wet spot and send it to me. After that, you will leave them somewhere for him to find. I want a picture of your panties like that as well. I want him to know that your pussy is yearning for someone else. That you're getting wet in his absence. If you don't, nice talking to you.'

The woman left before he could reply.

Olivia was laughing, knowing how devastated he must have felt. There was no way for him to accomplish such a task. Especially when he was staying far from Olivia.

She'd understand if he spilled water or something, probably.

Olivia closed that chat to move on to the next one, with a grin on her face.

Then she noticed the delay between both chats. And the date.

'You, son of the bitch!' she thought 'You did that on purpose!'

She hated herself for feeling guilty about letting him go high and dry. Her anger multiplied as she read.

MB- 'Do you have your panties on?'

o - 'Yes.'

MB- 'Ok. Since you can't do it, let me tell you your fantasy then. Do you want it?'

o - 'Yes.'

MB- 'Yes, what?'

o - 'Yes Madam.'

MB- 'Right. It's about you. When you finally get the golden ticket. To come and visit me on my carpet. I let you in and I sit on my chair. What do you do?'

o - 'I follow you?'

No answer.

o - 'On my knees?'

MB- 'Good. I ask you why you wanted to visit me. What do you say?'

o - 'To pleasure you?'

MB- 'First of all, stop putting question signs after every answer.'

o - 'To pleasure you, Madam.'

MB- 'And, how are you planning to do that?'

o - 'Anyway you prefer, Madam.'

MB- 'Interesting. But this is your dream, not mine. What did you have in your mind when you were coming here?'

o - 'Begging you. To let me kiss your privates. And more.'

MB -'I want you to close your eyes now. Remember who you are. I want you to reach your feelings in such a moment. As a married woman, you are here. To do the things you are telling me. How do you feel? Don't tell me. Just realize how you'd feel at that moment.'

Olivia froze reading those. This bitch wanted her to face the darkest moment of this whole fantasy.

It didn't feel like fantasy, it felt too harsh. And it was too hot to feel like that. This bitch wanted to show her how much was at stake, for the proposed 'prize'. She wondered what Marty thought.

MB- 'Beg me olive. I want to hear olive's words and read about olive's actions. When olive is in that mood.'

Olivia's hand was already working down there. This was making her too hot.

She wished that woman was looking at Olivia's picture when reading those answers, imagining that Olivia was dying inside while trying to convince this bitch to let her do those for her. In a way, she was dying inside, picturing herself there.

Too hot!

She already lost her control, playing with herself in a hyped up mood.

o - '*bows down at Madam's feet* Please Madam, please let me serve you, *kisses her ankle* I'll do anything just to pleasure you'

'Fuck you Marty!' she said, before adding 'Yes, Madame, please let Olivia kiss your...'

'Damn, Marty, go for her feet first! That's what she wants! That's what we want.' she thought.

She got stuck at that part, a bit too much. It was making her too horny. She wanted 'them' to be kissing her beautiful, insulting feet, enduring her overwhelming words, begging her to accept 'their' servitude. She found that picture of her standing in front of the camera and opened it in a new tab. She wanted that picture to be in front of her, to look at, after reading every sentence.

MB- 'You may remove my slipper.'

'Yes, yes, yes...' Olivia's finger entered her pussy, thumb still working on her clit.

o - '*removes slipper, kissing her way from her ankle to her foot, caressing her toes and sole*'

MB- 'I thought you were new at those chat sites. You're using stars and shit, interesting.'

o - 'Yes, Madame, I read group chats and learned it there'

MB- 'Shh. Keep kissing my foot. Move towards the ball of my foot, smell and kiss under my toes.'

'DAMN!' Olivia came again. This was like a sudden death button for her.

She never could pass the foot worshipping part without having an orgasm. She was shaking, buckled forward, hand locked between her legs, holding and grabbing her pussy roughly.

When she calmed down, she saw her chair. 'I should have put my sweatpants over it like Marty did!' she thought. She went to her room to get something to put under her butt, she knew that wasn't going to be her last time that day.

o - 'Please, Madam. Let me touch myself. I mean in real.'

MB- 'No. Continue.'

That cruel and short response put Olivia back on track. This woman was too hot.

o - 'I kiss your toes, smell them. I move my lips to your sole, moving my face under your foot, feeling like I found my place there.'

MB- 'There you go, I say. And I wait and watch, as your soul learns your place there too.'

o - 'Please Madam, let me taste you.'

'Oh stop it Marty, let her guide it, do what she says you eager cunt!'

MB- 'Oh, not now. You have to leave now. My husband is about to come back. But I admire your efforts to show your obedience, olive.'

She pictured herself there, kissing her sole, begging to suck her pussy and being denied like that. This was very satisfying, in a paradoxical way. She didn't know there was such a luring power in being denied of satisfaction.

She couldn't get enough of those disturbing moments. She agreed with Marty on that. This was obsessive. She was feeling that desire to be on her carpet, for real.

o - 'Please Madam, a few more minutes. Please.'

'Oh, stop begging like that!'

MB- 'I told you my husband will be home soon and you are begging me to let you stay? What do you have in mind my little slut? You know he's not gentle in bed, I told you. Is this what you want? To be caught on the carpet, eating my pussy? For him to find you like that? To lift your skirt and roughly take your married cunt?'

Olivia was realizing how dirty and hot a life could get, and it was that easy. Especially for someone who found being humiliated hot like that. It wouldn't be hard to find someone who'd accept to sit on her chair just to enjoy someone else's obedient mouth on her pussy.

Or, she couldn't imagine any husband's happiness to find a bent over woman on his carpet, in front of his wife. All they needed was to be selfish and dirty minded.

Her hand was almost completely in her pussy, eyes closed, picturing herself between those legs, getting roughly fucked by someone who she still wasn't allowed to look at, by her tormentor's hands holding her head in there. Enduring the creative and endless insults. This was wild.

Olivia came again, very hard this time.

When she got calm, she read Marty's stupid words.

o - 'Oh, no. Never. I'm faithful to my husband. This is not something he could live with.'

MB- 'So, you're saying you'd love to let my husband breed you, but you pity your cucky. I got it.'

o - 'No, I don't. I don't want any other men.'

MB- 'Enough. Show me the panties.'

'Shameless bastard!' she thought when she saw the picture.

To Olivia, it was obvious that the idiot put on the panties; she knew. Because it looked wetter than it ought to be. Freshly soiled with his precum, probably. Unless he spilled water drops on it.

MB- 'Yeah, you don't want to be fucked my husband, I can see that! LOL.'

She left without letting him answer.

The next two chats were mostly concentrated on this argument. The woman said things like 'How will you stop me? Let's say you visited me once. After that, you'll be sleeping at my doorstep begging me to let you in again. And, if I tell my husband to return home when you're there, how will you say no to him?'

In each message, she was getting deeper on the same issue.

'I know sluts like you. It only takes one glance on his bulge. Or when you see the purple head if he takes it out. Your lips will land on his knob the moment he shows it to you.'

Olivia was unconsciously licking her lips, reading those.

'You'll beg him to stretch your pussy like a bull. You won't need an incentive to thank him for the seeds he put in your womb afterwards, kissing his cock.'

She started to convulse, still trying to read. What she was reading, she couldn't fathom the level of pleasure she could have if such a thing happened. In an exhausted way, she rested a bit to continue the rest.

'Don't worry, after he breeds you, his face will appear in your mind when someone mentions your husband, instead of the sterile one you keep at home.'

Olivia could guess how hard her words were hitting Marty. Because they were hitting hard on her groins, increasing her desire to be part of such a dirty adventure. She didn't know why but the word 'breed' was turning her very much. Especially to be bred like that...

At the end of the final chat, she gave him some clues on how to get in touch with her out of that site. 'They' successfully completed level 1.

That night was the hardest for Olivia.

Knowing that all she had to do was to follow that woman's instructions, to find herself in front of her, on her carpet, she felt nervous. Because, up to this point this was a virtual reality for her. It hit her hard to realize all this craziness could really happen.

She felt the whole set of feelings once again, this time in a much amplified way, in this new light.

Thanks to Marty's efforts, she had that visa for that wonderland.

Knowing what it consisted.

Then she remembered how she still didn't watch the whole video. Was it because she forgot it? Or, was she avoiding going further in it unconsciously?

Maybe she wasn't interested in licking or sucking another woman's pussy. Maybe the parts leading to that moment were what she found hot.

But if that was the case, the whole plot would be broken. If there wasn't another, more important goal, why would that pretty wife beg her, kissing her foot? Just for the sake of feeling humiliated?

Did Olivia just want to beg her? Or, to kiss her feet? It made no sense, thinking like that. It would be like a child's game, if there was no endgame, if this was all pretend.

She knew why she wasn't watching the rest.

There was something making that petite beautiful wife put herself in such a situation. Something she needed to accomplish. To reach. That wife wanted to kiss and suck on that whore's pussy. She probably loved the idea of another cunt in her mouth.

Which didn't say much to Olivia.

She could empathize her need to satisfy that bitch, Olivia found that very arousing. But the action itself, she wasn't sure.

That was why she kept avoiding to watch it.

Again, not that she didn't care to see it. But such a crazy hot fantasy fell in her lap in the hottest way. She felt alive after many years like this.

And, she was worried that watching the rest of this video could destroy everything. What if she found it stupid or repulsive? Even worse, shallow?

What if this crazy, rude bitch was acting like a common slut when she was being pleasured? Moaning, saying words of love to the muff diver?

Why was this her problem?

Why didn't she want to see such a thing? What exactly did she want to see in the rest of the video? She wasn't sure about that too.

She was just worried of losing her interest in all of this.

Thinking about it, she revisited the case about it being 'repulsive'.

Just thinking that made her shiver.

Did she want it to be repulsive? And still not being able to resist begging for it? 'Oh, you found yourself in a very hot shitstorm Oli!' she thought. Yes, it wouldn't matter if it was repulsive. She just didn't want to see Madame Bathory to go soft on her cunt licker.

After thinking a few hours, she considered creating an account on that site. To send her a message. Maybe to tell her what really happened. To take over the chat. Or, as another woman. She wasn't sure.

But to do anything, she had to be sure.

She had to be up-to-date.

Without finishing that video, she could regret this. Maybe she was going to see it and this whole thing would go away for her. Or, she could see things she had to be careful about.

She opened the video. This time, she wasn't going to stop. Even if she came at that scene. She was going to watch it all.

This was an assessment procedure, not a fantasy ride. So, she tried not to get fixated on the action only.

She paused the video in the beginning and examined the room. No bookshelves, no books.

No expensive furniture. She wondered if this was a scam.

Maybe they fooled that woman, took this video and they were milking her like a cow, telling her that they wouldn't share this video if she paid.

This was interesting. How her pussy started buzzing thinking like that. Because she empathized that tiny beauty on the carpet. She felt a rush when she put herself in her shoes. Pleasuring that woman only to give her more ropes to make you her puppet. In the result, being extracted money and still having your video spread around.

She wondered how many people saw this video. She wasn't distracted, just the opposite. Being treated like that felt hot. She pictured herself visiting her every week with money in an envelope, only to beg her not to share the video.

Spending hours there to hear just one 'ok, I won't share it until next week'. Doing unspeakable things for those hours, satisfying this bitch in various ways. 'Oh that's too cruel...' she was hissing when she buckled and came in her seat. In the first frame of the video, when there was no action yet.

She wasn't aware that she was rubbing her pussy, looking at the wife on the carpet. Oh, she wanted to be in her place too much. Of course, in fantasies. But she knew she reached the end of fantasy world, there was a passage to reality.

She waited until she caught her breath again.

Anyway, she kept watching the video and her hand moved to her pussy before the best scene started. Her favorite scene. The most alluring action's scene. It was unbelievable that she was out of control when the little idiot's lips touched the bitch's foot, once again.

She paused the video, watched that sight until she came hard, shaking. She could pay to be there at the moment. This was not normal but she didn't care. She loved feeling like this.

A few minutes later, she resumed the video. She tried her best not to touch herself as she watched this humiliating part. She failed again. It wasn't possible for her to let that face under the sole part pass without that sort of a tribute. So, she rewinded a few times until she came again.

Probably, she never masturbated this much in any period of her life. Even when she first discovered this marvel, when she was young. She didn't do it this frequently.

When she was calm, she let the video play again.

At first, it was mostly talk, as the elegant looking wife was kissing her sole, begging her. 'Please, Madame. Please my Countess, Queen' she was going crazy there. Olivia could pay a lot just to see that bitch's face, her expression at that moment.

Hearing Bathory's voice, her heart rate got faster.

"Why do you want to eat my pussy that much? Didn't you say you never did or would touch a woman?"

"That was when I didn't know you Madame. I don't want to eat your pussy. I want to do what you want me to do. Please let me."

"But what if you like how it tastes? What will that make you?"

"I will be a muff diver, as you said Madame. Muff diver for you."

'Oh, a completely different chat prepared her for this occasion' she thought. She wondered what made her use that word.

"Do you want to be a muff diver for me?"

"More than anything..."

"What if you can't pleasure me enough? What if my pussy doesn't like your eager tongue down there?"

Silence...

'Say something you moron! Say I will not fail...' Olivia was doing the same thing as she did when reading Marty's answers. But this time something was different. Why was this woman still looking in her eyes? Why wasn't she 'playing the role'?

She understood. She had no answers. She was there to satisfy this woman and she didn't know if she would be able to succeed. Olivia had no idea if she could as well. She could understand, seeing her expression. Desperation. That was written all over it. That woman's only concern was 'not being able to satisfy that woman'.

Olivia's hand was already working on her pussy, without being aware.

And when she saw the woman collapse, hug the bitch's foot in pleas, hearing her say 'please don't send me away, please make me satisfy you, teach me how to do it if I can't, please...' and the kissing sounds of her lips on her toes and sole, she had her new best orgasm.

This time she couldn't control her body, she wasn't just shaking, she was having cramps as she slid down to the carpet from her chair. She kept playing with herself and extended her pleasure as long as she could.

Lying on the carpet, she was still hearing her begging. The woman was probably watching the little slut's pathetic flurry panic at her foot. Her hand reached to her desk, she found the space bar and hit it to pause the video.

How could such a thing be possible? That woman was doing the most irrational things there and all Olivia could think of was how lucky she was. The sexual charge that petite woman was experiencing seemed to be bigger than any sexual act she experienced.

She recalled that night at Ted's.

She tried to remember her incentive there. What made her do such a thing. Maybe it was the same motive. Maybe she wanted someone to fuck Marty's girl like a whore. Maybe sacrificing great things for some guy's pleasure was the main trigger there. This felt familiar with how she felt that night.

This had to be it.

This was much more arousing than the thick cock stretching her pussy that night. Letting him stretch someone's woman in his filthy bed with his thick cock was the hottest part.

Moaning under him, begging him to fuck her. She recalled using the words 'take me' there. He probably didn't think it meant anything. But to her, in this mood of hers, that action was about letting a man take Marty's woman.

Why was she like that? Or, was she twisting the reality at the moment? Recreating that memory in this new perspective? Probably.

Because she remembered how his thick cock made her cum many times. How she considered dropping the marriage and spending a few months in Ted's bed. Especially when he was saying things like 'You don't seem that uptight now, your pussy doesn't want to let it go' or slapped her as when he said 'lift your ass up, I like it that way!'

She loved to be fucked hard and rough. It had nothing to do with this. But she realized that it would be hotter if she felt like that back then. Many times hotter. If she called Ted, she'd definitely beg him to fuck her, just to be in this mood.

She was already getting horny again, just picturing herself confessing to Marty the new version of this past affair.

A fucking chat whore changed Olivia's perception of sex without having a single chat with her. She couldn't even start to imagine what would happen if Olivia's lips touched her sole on her carpet once.

She slowly stood up, sat on her chair. She felt exhausted but she was still raunchy.

Rewinding the video a bit, she started watching again. The words 'Oh, my' was spilling out of her parted lips every few seconds as she watched the gorgeous beauty grovel on the floor kissing her foot, lying under it, kissing her heel, pressing her face on her sole, begging, pleading, looking in her eyes.

"Kiss your way up to my cunt, you little whore..." she said.

Olivia had to take of her t-shirt because she felt physically hot. That woman was worshipping every inch on her way, starting from the ankle, going up to her knee, and thighs, getting closer to the crotch area. The madame's hand stopped her at her upper thighs.

"Can you smell my pussy?"

She took a whiff and Olivia could see her eyes got big. She did smell her pussy, there was a smell there and it was clear she could get it. Probably a good one. Not that her expression told so, that was what she would expect to find there.

But that expression...

She did smell her pussy, yes. And she faced the reality for the first time. What she was about to do. That became too real for that woman. Olivia had no doubt about that. It was showing on her face.

Not like a fantasy where she was kissing nylon clad feet or legs, not even if these were already happening in reality. They were still fantasies.

But now, there was another woman's sex, inches away from her face. She was having second thoughts, apparently.

"I see you can smell it. How does it smell? Describe it to me."

"I..."

"Waiting..."

"This feels so wrong."

"Good. Are you considering changing your mind?"

"N-no..."

"Because?"

"I... I can't change my mind."

"Because? Does it smell good?"

"Yes. It smells..."

"Yes?"

"Delicious."

"So? What's the problem?"

"It's another woman's smell."

She chuckled. She was very comfortable, having no doubt about the result.

"You were kissing another woman's sole, begging her to let you eat another woman's cunt. I bet you were dreaming about the juices you were going to slurp down there, right?"

"Err. I will do it."

"I didn't ask you that. I will tell you what to do. Before that. Did you ever wonder why I wanted a married woman here?"

'Uh-oh' Olivia was about to find out the answer of this question, finally.

"N-no..."

"What's your husband doing right now?"

"He's at home. He must have returned from work."

"Does he know you're here?"

"No! I told him I was going to the gym."

"Why didn't you tell him? I'd love it if he knew. I'd love if you talked about your day when you returned home. Maybe he would want to kiss you, to taste me on your tongue?"

"N-no. No. I won't tell him. I will go to the gym and take a shower there."

"No, you won't. You will go home and kiss him. Or, you may leave now."

"Please, don't make me do that."

"Get up. Get out!"

And the woman collapsed at her feet, once again, begging. Olivia's pussy was hurting now, because of the rough rubbing she couldn't stop. That woman didn't know the word 'negotiation'.

"I like to use other people's wives. Because I want straight women to eat my pussy. Women like me. Married, with everything in order in their lives. Risking that, just to eat my pussy."

The woman was looking at her, listening, while slowly kissing her arch.

"This is a preparation for my own fantasy. You are just a side-show. Do you know why I insisted you came at this hour?"

"N-no..."

"Because when I'm done with you, you will leave, just before my husband returns home."

The woman was looking at her, dumbfounded.

"This gives us a raunchy energy when my husband fucks me. I share that with him. I tell him whose lips were kissing the pussy he's fucking at that moment. He likes to hear this."

"Please, don't..."

"He likes to know that other men's women visit me to lubricate and satisfy my cunt, so my man can fill it with his cock and seeds. In a way, you're participating in my evening fuck with my husband. Your spit finds its place on his cock head. Do you like to hear that your saliva will cover his cock?"

'Oh, she does' Olivia could see her expression. But she doesn't answer.

"You little slut. You would love to have your lips on his cock too, wouldn't you?"

"N-no..." her timid voice was far from being convincing.

"If you can pleasure me right, I will consider this. I will take you, another man's wife to my marital bed, for you to lick my cunt and my husband's cock. We will use your mouth as a lubricant. And, in the end, for disposal. Would you like that?"

"N..."

Olivia's face was inches away from the screen, watching that woman's expression. 'You little slut. She's right. That's what you are. You want to be their lubricant; you want to be their disposal bin. Oh, you want it too bad, you little whore' as she was rubbing herself. Her words weren't just describing the woman's expression; they were also her desires at the moment.

"Pull my pantyhose and panties down. Smell it again."

It was a hot sight, how this woman was struggling to do that. The bitch wasn't helping her. The little cunt lapper was hugging her body, face moving around her crotch area, trying to pull it down. She looked ridiculous, pathetic. And, very eager.

When she finally pulled them down, after the madame lifted her waist a bit, she took her position near her crotch.

This time Olivia heard her inhale from her nose. Filling her nostrils with the witch's scent.

"Oh..." her fragile reaction to what she smelled was hot. It was obvious that there was no turning back from that point for her. Her voice had a desperate desire in it.

"Kiss my thighs, keep smelling" as she spread her legs a bit.

Olivia was watching this without blinking her eyes. The petite wife was between her legs, hugging one leg with her head, arm and shoulder, kissing her inner thigh, without taking her eyes off that temptress's crotch area. For the first time, Olivia cursed at the camera angle, since it wasn't showing what she was looking at. That was the first time she wanted to see that cunt's cunt. This was the first time her pussy was important for her.

And, seeing the pathetic vixen desperately kiss her thighs, with that hunger in her eyes, she understood that she was looking at something mesmerizing to her.

It didn't take long for Olivia to want to be in her place once again. She didn't know what it looked like or how it smelled but this advertisement video already hit the target. With her tongue moving along her lips, Olivia felt the need to suck and kiss that woman's pussy.

She wanted to beg for it already. Now, she wanted her pleas to be accepted. That was worth paying money afterwards. She could pay that woman to eat her pussy, if there was any chance this could happen.

Her mind was buzzing, 'You can do it, use the contact info!' was all she could think.

It was almost becoming a decision in the heat of that moment. She just had to tread lightly. When her mind was able to think. Because, at the moment, she just wanted to be between those legs. She didn't know when she stood up but she was on her feet, one hand on the desk, masturbating with the other one like a bitch in heat.

When the witch snapped her fingers, the petite woman attacked her pussy like a wild animal, in a way you wouldn't expect from her.

And Olivia started moaning, almost shouting until she stopped breathing. This was almost a painful orgasm, cramps everywhere, her juices running down her thighs. When she was done, she collapsed on her knees and watched the rest of the video like that, with that right hand still caressing her sore pussy.

The wife moved her head back to look in the witch's eyes; that was when Olivia could see how her face was glistening. She was covered with her fluids of pleasure and her tongue was moving on and around her lips, doing her best to collect them all. It had to taste delicious; the wife couldn't stop licking her lips.

And, Olivia moved her hand, the right hand to her mouth. She licked her finger, to have an idea how it tasted. It tasted good. She started to lick her fingers, after rewinding the video to that lip tasting scene.

She smeared her juices on and around her lips, collected some more, did the same thing again and again, until her hand refused to leave her pussy. This time she was masturbating, looking at the video, licking her own juices from her own lips.

She was having trouble watching the video but she slowed down when the witch started to convulse. She squeezed the petite woman's head there until she climaxed.

When she released her head, the woman looked in her eyes only to be slapped hard by her.

Olivia froze, seeing that.

Just like that woman.

She snapped her fingers, before moving her index finger on her pussy. She was telling her where she wanted her lips.

It was devastating not to be able to see that spot. But the wife seemed to be over the clouds, face buried there, probably doing her clean-up task.

And, she snapped her fingers again, before pointing at the floor. The wife looked at her, saw the finger.

But the confused, horny vixen was having trouble leaving her pussy. She leaned forward and kissed her there again, looking in her eyes. The bitch held her hair, pulled her away, slapped her and snapped her fingers again.

Olivia's hand was going crazy on her pussy as she watched the woman slowly kiss her way down to her feet. The way she was kissing her foot was different this time.

She was making love to her foot, kissing caressing sucking, kissing. Olivia's wheezing voice filled the entire house, as she came. But this time she didn't close her eyes. She didn't want to miss a single frame.

She said 'Fuck you Marty! You did this to me!' loudly as she was still convulsing.

This was too hot to ignore. She was almost determined to suck that pussy. She was going to get slapped for satisfying her. She was going to thank her kissing her feet just like this. She wanted all too much and it didn't feel possible for her to resist such an opportunity.

Olivia was so horny that even the stupid petite wife's ankles and her exposed heels looked kissable to her. She was in a sex crazed psyche and she couldn't climb out of it after all these orgasms. She couldn't even fathom how she would feel if she was in that wife's place.

This incredible video ended abruptly. When the wife was licking her foot, she stood up, looking down at her. The video stopped when she held her hair. The rest was left to Olivia's imagination. This ending wasn't going to leave her mind easily, but Olivia was having trouble to think. And her time was running out.

Half an hour later, she sent a message with the new account, with the nickname 'olive's tree'.

Her hands were shaking when she was typing. In spite of her nature, which you could call a bit nonchalant, she had many worries and concerns.

She was taking a big step towards some strange territory.

First of all, she loved this mood where she felt in the presence of that hostile, cruel and somehow superior woman.

That bitch finally managed to have this perception empierce to Olivia's mind and soul. Without exchanging a single word with her. At first it was nothing more than a kinky surprise for Olivia. Which was intriguing. Which made her touch herself, without caring much.

The more she masturbated to this woman's words, innuendos, her vulgar and demeaning projections for olive's future she couldn't stop it from diffusing, spreading in her mind and soul.

The picture exchanges made it impossible for Olivia to stay on the bench. The images and videos sent by her were horrifyingly hot, making Olivia feel desperate for things she still could not name.

Knowing that this woman was looking at Olivia's face, knowing that she was demanding all such things looking in her eyes, from her lips, how could she get it over with after rubbing her pussy a few times?

She still thought this was only a very hot, addictive fantasy world. But she was aching. She was telling herself that she wouldn't think twice if such a thing was possible. Until she knew it was possible.

Now she knew that she didn't even need to type a word for this to happen. She could contact her and live it through.

But it was too extreme.

Not the actions.

She would do them. She would go there, beg her, get fucked, insulted, get fucked while pleasuring this woman. She would do them even if they were extreme. She would live with it even if she regretted doing them.

But contacting her and making this decision was the extreme thing for her. That first real step. It felt undoable.

Until she did something wrong, it was good that there was such a possibility hanging in the air for her.

So, she was worried that she could make a mistake and destroy that possibility. What if this bitch stopped talking? Closed the door on 'them'? Normally that would be the best for her marriage. But she didn't want this to happen.

So, she had an inclination to take part in this.

Not to control the situation, no. She knew what she really wanted. She wanted this woman to insult her directly. She wanted her to make Olivia feel she was in her presence, not like the bystander she always had been.

In all those contradicting feelings, she decided to give herself some options. To create an alternative exit route. The message she sent was the result of this decision. If she ruined everything, she'd call it ripping the band-aid. If not, she was going to see.

There was no response yet. How did this work? Was there an indicator showing if the other user was online? She opened the picture she sent. The one with the toes. While waiting for an answer, she wanted to feel there, where the camera was. On her carpet, at her feet.

She read the message she sent her again, waiting for the response.

ot - 'Are you trying to extort money from my wife?'

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