Dinner With Ashley
By: Wistful Writer
Tags: Sex, Passion, Relationships, Adultery, This Happened To Me

Dinner With Ashley

Photo by christian buehner on Unsplash

I am on vacation, a road trip…with family.

Long days, exploring looking at new places…safely. Doing whatever we can …safely.

But the damn evenings, when we are back in our Airbnb. Dinner is cooked, or grilled by me or my husband. The kid is happy on her device, and we have wine.

NOW, WHAT? Nothing, nada, zilch….as usual.

Looking at each other's phones, or watching some comedy on the tv. I prefer the tv coz the incessant stupid loud laughter drowns out the voices in my head. We are right on the beach and my husband decided, we should drink outdoors under the moonlight, listening to the waves…

WHY? He can't even hold my hand…so I wonder why he wants to sit outside in that perfect setting with me, unable to even look me in the eye.

Anyways chuck that… it's the end of the year. My current lover is a good guy, but I am getting restless. He is everything one could want, barring one problem. He is super busy.

HMMPHHH…

So on this vacay, as I sit across my husband under the moonlit sky listening to the ocean crashing onto the shore, my loneliness is also crashing into my heart and mind. He is buried in his phone, and I picked up mine…resigned to my fucking fate.

I could text my lover, but he most probably is busy. Do I want to be the clingy needy one?NOPE.

So I did what’s the next best option. I gave in to temptation, I logged in to my long-forgotten AM (Ashley Madison) Account. Password was obviously forgotten, I entered my email and received a reset link. Bingo!!…am in.

I hadn’t been to this site in 6 months, ugh my inbox was flooded with key requests. For those who don't know, it's a request to view whatever pics I have up there. I have just one, of me by the pool..faceless. Enough to get stuff started, I guess.

I tried to find my current lover’s profile, coz I did find him on here. But I couldn't find his account. He did tell me he deleted it when he found me…Oops my guilt started building up. But I continued to explore, it's harmless…right?

Where should I start? It was hard to decide. I looked around but then decided to screen the thousand private key requests I had. Most I ignored, finally granting access to 4 prospects.

One of them immediately replied,

His name on AM… ‘pussypleaser’. I was clearly thinking with my pussy now. Here's what he wrote…

MMMMMM, Baby you look delicious. My queen, can I see your face. I would come anywhere to get to lick you.

Then he sent me his private access key to see his pics. The first 5 pics are decent, attractive. Then come the dick and ball pics…I was still not completely repulsed. But then came the icing on this already overbaked cake…

A dick pic with a Voss water bottle next to it….You get why he did that right? And yes it was the same size (you’re welcome).

I want to really find out if this works with women? The water bottle really cracked me up. I typed,

That water bottle, Hilarious. But good size.

I guess I was super horny.

He immediately replied — Please show me more pics, nudes, face. Do you have Kik?

Yes, man for fuckssake yes I have Kik. But am I going to give you my id? Nope. I am done. OVER AND OUT.

God, I am thankful. For my busy, rarely available amazing lover. I remember his being the only profile without any dick pics. That's what had attracted me, on my first day on AM. And I had found him in the first hour.

Today was day two, after a gap of six months. I lasted 20 minutes.

Phew, I fled again. But yeah it's good to know, there are so many out there. Prospective candidates…but for now, my mind and my pussy are feeling loyal. This tiny visit to AM has only enforced my feelings for my lover.

I felt guilty the entire 20 mins I was logged in. It made me feel like I was cheating. I never have had this feeling about my husband or my marriage, not for years.

I like him, he makes me feel relaxed. I trust him…. with everything.

I miss him…more than I would like to admit. I know he is a genuine man.

And for me, that is enough, more than enough…at least for now.

Back to the moonlight and the wine, and the husband who didn't even notice what I was doing on my phone sitting right across from him.

Maybe he was on AM too, If so, I hope he found someone…We all should. Everyone deserves it, love, passion, and the entire package.

(And as I type this, Ping — It's him, my lover. I got a special tone for his texts. His timing, as always is perfect. Just in time, babe…just in time.)