I spent Sunday going through my shopping list of gifts to buy, checking the cyber Monday price on each. The coffee shop wasn’t busy at all, so I could focus on the task at hand. It wasn’t until I overheard a woman behind me complaining about how her husband was always on the phone. She told her friend that his nose was always in the screen, and he smiled like an idiot when it was. It didn’t take a Rocket Scientist to figure out he was sexting with someone. I knew that exact look. It’s the one all my “boyfriends” have when they come play with me in chat.
I had to cover my mouth to stop the giggles from coming, but was it really that funny? Not if I was in her situation, but then again, I would never be. A devout believer that if you come to the table with something you keep it there. So many men in these cyber sessions complain to me how their wives were once begging for sex. Now they are as frigid as the first frost of the year. That’s another reason I will never marry. I want to make sure that I always have something different on the backburner to awaken all of my filthy fantasies. What one can’t do, the other can.
Scrolling through amazon to purchase gifts, I couldn’t help but wonder if this “husband” was someone that I knew. In my sick little mind I created the who scenario of me fucking him while she went on like a pathetic broken record. Wouldn’t it be funny if that was the truth? It was at that moment that my phone registered a new chat on niteflirt. HA, what if?
“Hey baby, she left for a few hours. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he typed.
My cheeks turned a bit read as I tossed myself into this woman’s drama. “Oh really. While she’s out spending your money I get to steal all that cum,” I replied.
A bunch of cyber sex related emojis followed the conversation.
“I bought a new picture of you and god damn, I need to bury my face in those tits,” he sent.
Reading what he said, the woman complaining on the other side of the booth added that her husband was spending money but she had no clue where. Someone needs to tell that husband to get a credit card that she will never see. Maybe a preload one. God, do I have to teach there men everything?
“Oh fuck, you better be careful your wife doesn’t see those,” I laughed.
There was a pause for a moment in our conversation, and then he came back stating he wish she would. I’m not a stupid woman. I know that this man is full of shit, but humoring him was fun. None of these men really want to be dumped, but being their virtual cyber girlfriend is so much fun for me. I get all the perks, and she gets all the headaches. That’s the reason a ring will never stain my finger.
“No worries, she is too stupid to understand anything other than what I tell her,” he snapped.
Men don’t have a clue just how good a woman is at investigations. We should all work for the FBI to solve cold case files on missing husbands.
I wrapped up my shopping and told the client I would be home in 10 minutes. Before leaving I stopped at the register and paid for another coffee for the woman bitching. Don’t worry, I enclosed a note.
“I’m going home to blow your husband. By the way, he tastes like money,” I wrote.
A quick trip to the car and I sunk down and watched the coffee delivered. Within 1 second that woman was on her way out the door with a look that frightened even me. Watch out boys, a woman scorned in a dangerous creature.
Happy Cyber sexting. Remember to cover those tracks.
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