Down to Flirt (DTF) Pt. 04 - Epilogue

Amelia screwed me.

Not in the way that you would want to be screwed. She screwed me in her special way. More like how an emotionally unstable woman dealing with alcoholism, stress, menopause, and a sexless marriage screws you. Amelia showed signs of clinical depression as well as situational depression and was an addict who could not see things for the way they were. She was also selfish, a compulsive multitasker, and easily distracted.

Her good qualities included her looks, her passion, her compassion, and her horniness. She did have the capacity to love and be loved. I know that I just contradicted myself several times and in various ways but let me keep telling the story.

Amelia was a beautiful woman with long legs and large breasts. Unlike some people that I have met virtually, her online gaming picture matched her Facebook pictures. She looked like a real person in these photos, unlike others on the app who had catfish photos. She even showed herself on the porch of a manufactured home, which displayed a sense of honesty and transparency.

She sowed her wild oats in her twenties and had since settled down with her "sweetie" for a lifetime of love and "real world" fidelity. She shared stories about MFF threesomes, lesbianism, and indiscretionary sex with men. But things changed as alcoholism worked its way into their relationship. Although the love was still there, his sexual desires were diminished partially because of his age, which I assumed was 45-50, his work schedule, and his drinking. Her sexual appetite was masked by her addiction to the gaming app, alcohol, and running the household. But her desire to have sex was still ever present.

As you know from previous chapters, she met me online through a gaming app (Pokerist), an app where she spent 8-10 hours a day playing poker, split poker, and slots. As we played, she became flirtier and things continued to develop. She was lonely and lived in a doublewide with her parents, in-laws, husband, and grandson. Hard to believe, right?

Our relationship progressed from her sending hearts and compliments (often) to messaging and sexting. I think that I initiated the sexting. Since I had a greater imagination and tools to express them in messages, I created the scenarios and events for our imaginary sexual escapades. Her participation was limited to reacting to what I was describing. She also had the habit of engaging in gaming while we were sexting, which caused me to be resentful and led to her accusing me of demanding more of her than she was prepared to offer. Although I was guilty as charged, she later forgave me.

It was very late one night, and she was lonely and lusty. Because of her living situation, she couldn't even lay on her bed, part those sexy long legs of hers, and trace her labia with her forefinger before eventually masturbating. She couldn't take out of hiding her 14" pink personal massager and massage the hood of her clit until it got a mini erection and a clear, sticky goo formed over it, as she worked herself to an orgasm. She expressed this to me often.

She definitely ignited my failing libido. There were multiple times that I had to type "brb" and go to the bathroom and masturbate. I would come back online and we would both chuckle about it. I also would send her a ghost emoji if my wife popped in.

Our online adventure spilled into my personal life as well. I was lusting after my wife much more often, as much as every other day. Most married women sense when something has changed, and mine was no different. But I played it off. Keep in mind, Rochelle had previously had sex with men on her business trips--she was no angel.

Amelia and I were flirty, and she was in the bathroom fantasizing about having my cock in her mouth and tasting my precum as she played with her sticky, sensitive clit. She told me that she had removed her bra and her nipples were as hard and sensitive as her clit. This caused me to make another trip to the bathroom.

As always, I brought with me my iPad and my headphones and sat on the toilet. I went to XVideos. com and found a video of a girl slowly masturbating on a bed with her long legs opened wide and her t-shirt pulled up right over her tits. It was Amelia (not really).

As usual, my cock was very hard. Although it was not massive, it was the biggest cock my wife had ever seen. When I described it to Amelia, I described it as thick and long. I stroked it slowly and in rhythm with the girl in the video.

The porn actress had one hand masturbating her pussy and the other massaging her breast. A drop of precum had formed on my cock and I rubbed it into my circumcised tip with my forefinger. I went back to stroking it harder and faster as my cock and my face reddened. I was about to cum.

I stood up and faced the toilet and let out three cum blasts. I kept stroking while watching the girl in the video. The cum was floating on the top of the water and I flushed the toilet and returned to my bedroom and my sleeping wife.

"Amelia, I feel better," I typed.

She replied, "I wish my mouth were there to receive your cum."

Amelia put down her phone and locked herself in the bathroom. She took out her pink vibrator from its hiding place above the dropped ceiling tiles, sat on the rug in the bathroom, parted those gorgeous legs, and jammed it into her very wet cunt and turned the device to full. She was ready to orgasm. Finally. The height of her day. Her eyes rolled back into her head and a smile broke out.

There was a loud and repeated knock on the bathroom door. It was hubby.

"Fuck!" she muttered.

He could hear the vibrator and her soft moaning and asked her to come out of the bathroom. Dang. No privacy. No climax. And now they were going to fight or at least he would lecture her. Worse yet, his feelings were hurt and she was to blame.

Christian, that is really his name, looked at his wife who was panting and flushed, and asked her what she was doing in there.

"Chris, I was masturbating. Just because you don't want to have sex with me doesn't mean I stopped needing it. Stop drinking every night and see a doctor about your issues."

Chris looked disappointed and disapproving of his wife's sexual escapades. He had assumed that she also had lost interest in sex. He never realized that he was part of the problem.

"Chris, don't look at me like that. I am your wife. Give me attention once in a while. Anyway, I said, 'I do' and not 'I don't.'" Amelia smiled. Thoughts of me still occupied space inside her head.

Chris started to get aroused at the thought of his wife masturbating. He felt his cock getting harder. His look of disappointment changed to a lustful look. He took Amelia's hand and led her into their bedroom and locked the door. Amelia was so turned on by this that her nipples got hard again as he started to take off his clothes starting with his button-down blue shirt.

Chris was well built as he was a tradesman, always lifting heavy things. His waist was in proportion to the rest of his body and his cock was very erect and sexy. His skin was tan from working outside, sometimes without a shirt on.

Amelia wasted no time. She dropped to her knees and began to suck his cock. His cock slid in and out of her mouth. She opened her throat so he could go deep inside her mouth as she sucked it like a vacuum cleaner. She was a hot wife and had sucked a lot of cocks before they had met.

As she enjoyed the taste of his salty-sweet precum, and by the look on his face, she knew he was close to cumming. She stopped sucking and laid on the bed instructing him to lay behind her and cuddle. She felt the warmth of his body and his breath. His arms were wrapped tight around her waist and she was in heaven.

Although they were church-going Texans, she decided to add some kink to their lovemaking and see where it would go. This was not a normal activity for the couple. But her relationship with me online gave her both courage and the inspiration to try something new, being a "Hot Wife!"

She started with, "I have something to tell you."

She paused, waiting to see if he wanted to say anything. He didn't.

"I have been flirting with a guy on my gaming site. He is 17 years older than me, and very handsome. He also is great at sexting."

Chris said, "I don't understand, have you slept with him?"

She immediately responded, "No! I have not even met him or intend to meet him. No phone calls. It's all online fantasy."

He started to kiss her neck and breathed heavily and more deliberately. She squirmed a little as his hands wandered up to her chest where he started to play with her nipples. She was very aroused and she could tell that he was also very hard.

"Do you want to hear more?" she said, almost bragging.

"Yes, tell me about your escapades, Amelia," he said hurriedly.

She continued, "At first it was innocent enough, mainly we sent hearts to each other which is a common practice. My emojis switched to a blowing a heart emoji which is a bit more sensual. He responded in kind. I think that I kicked it up a notch when I started commenting how handsome he looked. Coming from a 45-year-old attractive woman, he ate it up. At this point, I loved the sexual attraction as did he. This is where we crossed the line."

Amelia took a break, a long pause. She was confessing her sins to her husband in a playful, and very risqué way.

"Yeah, and..." Chris broke the silence.

Amelia felt relieved. He was getting off on her dirty talk. Maybe this is the first chapter in the story of their failed marital love life.

"He started just kissing my neck which drove me wild. He described in great detail licking and kissing my neck and I felt myself getting wet."

At this point, Chris was participating in the adventure by kissing and licking her neck. And she was, in turn, getting very wet and horny. Her hand worked its way down to her vagina and she started to lightly touch her labia and then her ever-so-wet clit.

"What next?" asked Chris.

Amelia continued, "I was so horny that I just wanted him to stick his big cock in me and fuck the shit out of me. But instead, he instructed me to roll over and place a pillow under my stomach. I obeyed and he laid on top of me and fucked me. He was kissing me on the cheek. He keep fucking my wet tight pussy, and after he uttered one last "Oh my god!" he said that he came. I could almost feel his wet cum drip down my legs."

Chris had enough and rolled his wife on her back. She looked so hot after all she was a "hot wife." He pushed his cock into her soaking wet pussy. It was tight, maybe because no one was fucking her, and felt great. He held himself up with his muscular arms as he fucked her hard and fast.

After only a couple of minutes she screamed, "Holy fucking Christ," as she came.

This is all Chris needed to hear. He came right after her. It felt awesome that he could not only make his wife cum, but he orgasmed. They returned to cuddling as neither of them felt the urge or desire to get up.

I have multiple theories why our relationship ended.

One of them is that currently, she was in a custody battle with her daughter, who was a drug addict, over custody of her grandson, whom she had been raising lovingly. The daughter wanted the son back, a special needs child no less.

Maybe she was concerned that her daughter's attorney would find out about us and use it in court. Also, she did not need the distraction.

Possibly, her husband was less than understanding and told her to end the relationship with me immediately. Could be that instead of it coming out in the bedroom, Chris looked at her Pokerist messages and got jealous.

It could be that it was me. She got bored of us and decided to end it abruptly. Like in Casablanca, maybe she did not have the power to dissolve the relationship and I was occupying too much space in her head. This may seem very arrogant, but she did say that several times during our relationship.

Now, if I am at the same table with her, she would exit immediately. In fact, I am unable to determine whether or not she closed her account. I was hurt by this, but have since moved on to someone else. Every woman on this site seeking male companionship is broken in one way or another. And there are a lot of fake profile pictures.

If I could communicate with her, I would say, "Our relationship was fun and exciting and helped my marriage. And I sincerely hope that you and Chris can work things out as you guys are so young. I just want you to be happy."