When Orson asked me out on a date I was so intrigued by how romantic and straightforward he did it. “You’re one hot woman. I’d love to make you my queen whenever your husband fails to make you happy.” He’s a popular member of this adult dating website where I met him. I only replied to his messages for fun,
and now that he was laying on top of me showering me with kisses and adoring each of my body parts I couldn’t be any more glad I considered the thought of an affair with him.

With each carress Orson made on my skin I knew I made just the right choice of going out with him. And each time he tells me how much he likes me it only made things more exciting. I’ve missed this kind of romance, exactly the type I used to enjoy with my husband. I feel guilty of cheating with another man, of course, but what else can a lonely wife do to satisfy her needs? I miss my husband more than anything else… and let’s just say Orson was at the right time and place when we met.

My love affair with him consisted of heartwarming romance and mind blowing sex. This man looks at me like I was the love of his life and nothing else sweeps me off my feet when it comes to romance. The sex was even better, as we’re both mature persons who knew what adult friends could give each other. He even knew tricks in bed my husband hasn’t tried with me… Almost perfect, if you will look at it. Almost. After my Asian getaway with Orson I promised myself I would never see him again—perhaps I was only looking for a way to satisfy the naughty wife in me, but to be honest about I wasn’t at all prepared to like another man this much… My second Mr. Right? Yeah, right.

I went back home, to my lonely housewife role and to my missing-in-action husband. I still believe he will come around, but for now maybe I should just enjoy what other men have to offer… After all, dating cheating wives turn them on as much as flinging does me.

— Monique

“So, marriage didn’t work for you, huh?” I asked him after dinner at his suites in some luxurious hotel.

“Yeah, it was a bitch,” his French accent was sexy.

“Don’t you mean ‘her’,” I joked.

“Well yeah, my ex-wife, too,” he laughed.

Men have always been thought of as the first to give up when burdened with too much marital problems. But after a couple of dates with him I began doubting that theory. He was sincere with his words, honest, very gentleman-ly. Naughty on the side, of course, but generally kind. Must be a total bitch, the, I thought of his ex.

“So your husband know you’re at the beach with your girlfriends.”

“Yes.”

“In Miami.”

“Yes.”

“What happens if he finds out you’re in the exact same continent he’s in right now?” Did I mention he’s filthy rich, too?

“Well, either he storms in here and beat you to a pulp or you shut your mouth and start kissing me already,” I took another sip of red wine.

The hotel room was very cozy, and his soft kisses made it much better. He knew I wasn’t planning on anything serious with him and he’s absolutely fine with the spending time with his flinging date looking “for fun.” His question on my husband only added thrill to the experience—that and I was in my favorite red mini dress, feeling so much of a babe than a cheating wife in need.

Orson’s lips went politely from my face to my neck… then gave my cleavage a small kiss. “You’re so beautiful tonight,” he said.

“Just tonight?” I teased, moving my knee to his crotch…

“Always,” he leaned again and this time, his tongue was playing with mine.

— Monique

This weekend his friend four towns away is throwing a Halloween party—a wild one, he says. And by wild, it means everyone’s going all out… starting with their costumes! I’m taking it as a warning and so I’ve prepared my sexy costume sure to put a tent inside all those horny studs’ pants once they see me in it: my hot biker mom costume. Here’s my inspiration:

Hot, right? Well mine’s almost finished and by the time Taylor sees me in it he’ll either want to stare at me all night or do me senseless in front of his equally horny friends. Well, a MILF’s got to do what a MILF’s got to do, right?

— Odette

Which now depresses me even more. It’s bad enough that I’m already in menopause, all I’d wanted was to have the perfect birthday celebration this year so as to forget all about my age. But look at me now: aging and lonely. But it’s not their fault my husband just got promoted and my lovely daughter got married—I couldn’t be more glad and excited for them. I just want to keep some celebration for myself too…

I wonder. Maybe I should try this adult dating I keep seeing online. Well, I can’t very well go out there and find myself a birthday date—I’m not that adventurous. Something discreet would be nice. Something private. Something special to do for this lonely wife looking for fun in her birthday… My husband doesn’t need to know, of course. That’s it! I will have my perfect birthday on my own. This lonely house wife will have fun, and it’s gonna be my little dirty secret…

— Cherie

As soon as we reached Henry’s house we were all over each other. We almost stripped all our clothes in the garage—I couldn’t stop squeezing his dick and he couldn’t get his lips and tongue off my boobs and his finger in my pussy. He asked if I wanted something to drink, I naughtily said I already had one in his car. We laughed. He kissed me on the cheek, his finger tickling my clit, then he whispered I go ahead to his room second door upstairs while he gets some water to drink…

He wasn’t kidding with his former job as a dildo model. In the first room he kept a shelf of dildos “molded” after him. A couple of these would be good whenever my husband leaves me all alone at home horny, I joked to myself, and suddenly I found myself missing my husband’s dick too… “I see you found my private museum. You like it?” Henry was at the door, jeans still unbuttoned. My eyes shifted to his crotch and all memory of my husband went to the backseat.

“I am loving something else right now,” I said, licking my lips, then approached him with my eyes fixed on his bulge. He led me to his room where a queen-size bed awaited. He threw me on it, then slowly removed his pants. In less than a minute I was completely naked on his bed… I spread my legs and played with my clit in front of him. He got more excited and in second he lunged at me to eat my pussy. I got so wet by his skillfull lips and tongue that the more aroused I get the harder he ate me. He let me suck on his fingers while his free hand played with my tits. He was returning the favor of the blowjob I gave him minutes ago… until I came to his face. He let me catch my breath first, but before I got back to my senses I felt the tip of his dripping cock teasing my pussy lips. He already got a condom on and he was more than ready to do me. “So you’re one of those cheating housewives looking for fun in this town, huh? Let me give you want you want…”

He pushed his dick all the way in like he wanted to occupy my entire womb. It was his first thrust into my pussy but he already pushed all inches in, and I loved it. The last time my hubby did that to me was before I gave birth to our eldest child… but then again it was a different man and not my husband fucking me and I ought to just enjoy it. And enjoy this lonely wife did. I spread even wider and Henry fucked me deeper and deeper. He moved closer so he was in complete missionary position over me, leaning down to suck on my nipples a little while he continued pumping my pussy. We were both loving the moment—I was having a dream fling while he was having “taste of the women” in our area. I came hard while he fucked me nonstop, and in between grunts he began calling me names, which only turned me on more. When he was about to cum his thrusts became harder and faster… then in a flash he pulled out stood up, then showered my body almost completely with steamy goo. We went to the bathroom to clean ourselves, touching each other’s body while we did, then went back to his bed and talked for a couple of hours. By 5PM we were driving back to the bus station. He left me with his personal number… I took a cab home…

With a bag containing two new, “original” toys.

— Monique

I’m bored. I’m lonely. And I’m very horny. So of course I went out with Henry Jake first! LOL!

Besides, he said he was only vacationing for a short while in a nearby town… and that before going back to his girlfriend in Manhattan he’d really like to have a “taste” of the women in our area. What smart, lonely, horny wife would ignore an openly dirty but sincere invitation like that? Plus, apparently, he’s into married women too—especially cheating housewives—so I had all the reason in the world to go out with him!

We met at a bus station. We already knew what each other looked like so it was quite easy. The bustling crowd was perfect too because no one really paid attention to anybody or anything else other than their luggages and departure times. But still I was as discreet as possible since someone I and my husband know might have been in the area… and spoil my hot afternoon with my ex-dildo model date.

We drove by first in a grocery store to—guess what—get some rubber. Yes. As ironic and stupid as a sex toy model without ready condoms in his wallet is, he did spend a few minutes at that store pretending to pick bottled waters when all he wanted was a choice between latex and lambskin. Which I couldn’t care less about since the longer he made me think of his career and his size, the more I wanted to spread for him there and then! Then he confessed when we were driving to his place that he was indeed teasing me with all that anticipation. Almost drove me nuts!

“So what size dildos do they make of you?”

“Nine inches here. 10 in Germany.”

“Nice metric system…”

I couldn’t help it any longer. I then offered to “verify” those inches myself… which he happily obliged. I blew him while he was driving and boy were those inches underrated! LOL! He stuffed my mouth full with his meat and we both really enjoyed it. I could tell he was very excited too as he begun playing with my boobs and clit with his right hand while I give him head. He made me feel that he was so horny too with what I was doing to him that he made me feel he was not shy at all–he parked behind a huge tree and enjoyed my mouth without worrying about the other cars honking past us. I missed giving head to a man and so I was doing it for all my worth and Henry was sure loving it that he let go of my boobs and held my head in place and slowly started thrusting into my mouth.

Faster and harder he thrusted. Then he asked if he could cum in my mouth—as if I had a choice: He was gripping my hair like crazy while fucking my face. With a long moan I did on his cock he finally blew his thick wad and came lots in my mouth. He said, “Taste it all. Take it all,” and I hungrily did. Good thing he picked a wife date as game as I.

I licked him clean. Zipped his pants. And we continued driving to his place… with his hand still fondling my perky breasts.

— Monique

Yeah, you guessed it: it’s just like high school. I even thought I might have posted an overly conservative profile photo, but then I figured a spaghetti-strap top partly showing my 35-B cleavage and a profile that says I’m one of them hot wives who love the missionary and doggie-style bed positions don’t exactly spell “wholesome.” Ha-ha!

So, the guys. I mean, the messages. LOL! For the sake of sharing I’d like to tell a little about three of them, those that stuck to mind the moment I read their messages. One called himself husband_4_you. An American who supposedly grew up in Paris, began a family in the US and is now divorced after 13 years of marriage. Said he’d been divorced for over three years now and his ex-wife had been absolutely fine with him dating other women since. Hence, the “countless ladies I dated after my wife but never really clicked with” reply, closing with the question, “You think you might be the one whom I can spend fun, romance and loving times with?” Sounds so cheesy, but très romantique!

Next one was 29-year old Henry Jake, with profile nickname henryjake69. Now I naturally grinned at the sight of his nick—because male wit is always smart and dirty—and after a couple of replies his profile seemed to have been justified: He was a former dildo model in Manhattan. Remember, ladies, tingly. He’s currently on a vacation in a nearby town… Then I asked him if he was only teasing women with his “career”—because it’s definitely working—and he replied: “Would you like an personalized, autographed sample?” Two hours later I was re-ordering my schedule for the next five days to accommodate one quick trip…

Third one’s a yuppie. A 25-year old, “Chinese-American junior advertising executive with a thing for moms.” Nicknamed “brainiac.” I never thought dating profiles could be so professional and dirty at the same time. But apparently they can. And cute, too! Brainiac stands 5′9″, loves cars and sports, and wants to “fling with cheating housewives.” Children can so be so cute with the way they form sentences! Hmm… well I’ve always wondered how these fair-skinned chinky-eyed guys treat the ladies, and yuppie wants to know more about his second home country and “older American housewives,” so…

Well, anyway, I haven’t thrown back replies to any of these guys yet—everyone of them wants to go out with me already. I don’t really like being confused and pressured, so how about I go out with each of them and have an exciting series of, um, taste tests? Zai jian!

— Monique

Now, for the true wonder of the Web: online dating! See? It’s so good you can already call it “dating” even without going out yet. Really, now that I think about it, this sort of thing is almost the best for married people like me looking for mutual companionship. Magic word here is privacy. You lurk online, hop from one dating site to another, view other people’s photos and mini-profiles… all in the comfort of your own space and time. Adult dating sites seem ordinary too. I’m not even that shy to look at other men online—or maybe I’m simply too excited with this new hobby?

What intrigues me more at this moment, though, is the term “personals”, especially in the adult networking websites I came across. Whoever thought of that word was a genius: he knew who would be using it and how. Personal. Adult personals. True enough the whole point of online dating is to satisfy one’s needs either for companionship or more “mature” activities; and it’s implied that attending to such needs is a personal task… Everything you do here is primarily for yourself. I should know. I am surfing websites on dating for own reasons. I’m reading some quite sensitive content but I shouldn’t be ashamed or offended at all because it’s all part of the picture: And my bigger picture is to get me some extramarital fun and get this loneliness done and over with.

Luckily nobody’s been using the PC and since I can’t really leave the house except when grocery shopping or book reading at the neighbors’, there’s only one option a bit more fun than infomercials: web surfing. Plus it has more choices rather than just staring at the neighbor’s hot gardener all morning. I’m no expert but I do know the basics of Internet use. It’s nothing shocking to me either: scandalous content, ugly news, porn. I don’t understand how my boys get addicted to computer games but I do know curiosity and as boys will be boys, surfing for porn in our computer wasn’t something that would have surprised me. What interests me more, though, are those websites with online communities. I see my teenage daughter spend hours and hours chatting and going to Friendster, MySpace, Facebook and Multiply and she’s told me about them too. Then I was told there are more sites like them… more adult-friendly sites, that is.

Searching for such websites today gave me an idea just how many hundreds of them really exist. Online dating sites, adult personals, forums for married people, sites for housewives, sites for husbands, for couples, for single people. Sites for “searching for love”, “looking for companionship”, “finding connection”, “something new and exciting”, “searching for fun”. Bingo. I might find what I’m looking for in these websites! For sure there are a lot more like me feeling bored in their marriage—and maybe a whole lot more of those willing to help forget the loneliness, even for a while.

I’ve never really gone looking for people in the Internet, much less look for those whom to spend fun times with. This is going to be this housewife’s next adventure.