Chapter 1: Reading Confessions
The sun was already flirting with the horizon by the time Katie clicked "POST" on the ad. The decision had been brewing ever since her husband Steve returned from deployment, recently captivated by his phone. As a blonde, straight-haired full figured woman, Katie had been no stranger to attention before she settled with Steve. She had huge breasts and a small waist that often caught men's attention. And yet here she was, 30 years old, unsatisfied and unseen, hidden behind the façade of a happy marriage in their sprawling, picturesque abode.
It wasn't that Steve didn't desire her anymore – they had sex occasionally. She knew well his warm embraces and the intensity in his eyes. But that man had been replaced by a distracted man who spent more time on his phone than gazing into her eyes, and enough was enough.
The idea of putting herself out there online had come to her suddenly, an epiphany as she was cooking dinner while Steve was entranced by his phone screen. It started inconspicuously, just browsing social media, but then she came across some lurid slutty confessions on reddit. The true or not so true stories of dirty sex and debauchery made her excited for sex for the first time in a long time. The raw honesty and the vivid imagery made her feel like she was living through these experiences along with the posters. For a brief moment, Katie found herself wondering if she too could indulge in this forbidden garden, her curiosity piqued by the tantalizing stories before her.
Her post was simple: “A 30-year-old woman, seeking a physically fit man for casual encounter, age and ethnicity unimportant.” This felt like a lifeline—it might not solve all her problems, but it was a beginning.
It wasn't long before Katie's inbox became flooded with private messages from men seeking her attention and her sex. It made her heart race while one after another, message after message, men were lining up to have sex with her. But one message stood out from the others his handle was: The Swinger. It wasn't just the audacity of that username, but his words that followed. They were short, simple, and to the point:
“I want to devour you. I'll make you forget your husband's name in my bed. Show you what you've been missing.”
Nervous yet excited, Katie responded, her heart pounding in her chest. She replied and before she knew, they were texting non-stop. Every notification sound made the warmth between her hips grow because she was getting that sexual attention she so desperately needed.
After an afternoon of talking, the words flowed out without thought or hesitation, the thrill of temptation just too potent.
"When my husband's at work this week, come over. I'll be waiting."
The very fact that she had gone through with it, that she hadn't—couldn't—back out, empowered her. It seemed like an age before the confirmation came that he received her message:
"I live to fulfill your desires.
See you soon, Katie."
The anticipation bubbled over as Katie prepared her home. She hadn't felt so giddy since she was a teenager with her first crush. The moment of truth loomed closer as she straightened her room, tucking away any unmentionables but made sure to leave the marital bed plump and inviting, softly lit with a single lamp. She drew the shades apart to let dappled sunlight cast a gentle glow about the room and indulged herself by spraying her favorite scent of jasmine and sandalwood.
Katie stood at the doorway to her bedroom, taking in the sight of the space she had transformed into a sanctuary of sensuality and refuge. The silky carpets beneath her feet brought forth the feeling of opulence, and she reached back to flick her golden hair over her shoulder.
Her thoughts, raced in anticipation of the rendezvous that awaited. She checked her bedside drawer for condoms, lube, and started to choose what outfit to wear for her guest, The Swinger. As a woman with large breasts and hips, she often chose attire that accentuated her figure but remained tasteful.
Something in her mind whispered, "Today you are free of it all. Free from rules and responsibilities,” and with that she picked a silky lingerie set - a sheer black teddy that both revealed yet concealed her feminine figure, making her feel like a goddess of temptation.
The plunging lace top would accentuate her ample bosom while the lace trimmed, black panties made her palpable feminine curves seem even more pronounced. To complete the ensemble, she picked a thin, chain-linked choker, that matched her black little finger rings.
She took a moment to appreciate the way the fine lingerie accentuated her every curve, the delicate fabric brushing against her skin, making her feel somewhat more reckless. She slid off her wedding ring and placed it in her jewelry case. Boldness rushed through Katie as she glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror that rested near the entryway. She stood there for a moment, admiring her own confidence, and considered what one decision could lead up to.
The doorbell rang, causing Katie to flinch before gathering her thoughts. She took a deep breath, making sure that every aspect of her was perfectly in place - her posture, the way her lips curved slightly upward, the sway of her hips as she strode toward the door. Her moment to embrace her inner power had come.