Arena XXX

Once again, I have been chatting like a naughty fucker online. There is a lady with whom I chat, who asks me to tell her things to do. LOL, she badly wants to be my “slut whore wife”, she says and, frankly, I accomodate her. She does things on camera for me and we share that way, with my Johnson making appearances as well. She had just begun rapping with me, only once prior to this particular episode, which has evolved nicely since then, becoming some sort of crazy fantasy experience, hotter than is allowable, lol. I once asked if she found her neighbor attractive. (She had mentioned him a few times, hanging out next door and smiling at her at every opportunity.) She admitted he was a part of a fantasy she had entertained for quite a while. When I asked for details of her fantasy, she admitted she would die to be on her knees in front of him, sucking him off. She was a lady of 40 who had only recently began enjoying oral sex and she was fascinated and pepped up over any sucking she could do. I mentioned she should ask him over and see what developed.
“No,” she said, ” I want you to tell me how to do it. Tell me what you want, then I will do it. Anything.”
“OK,” I said. “Is he there now?”
“Yessss, he is in his garage”, she replied, getting into it seriously.
“Can he see you, Hon?”
“Yes, if I go to the window,” she replied. “What should I do?”
I told her to wear a blouse that opened up and to leave it unbuttoned, standing at the window, even spread it out, to reveal her tits. Maybe lean over, not looking at him, but look outward, then catch him staring and look at him. If successful, she could then call him and ask for some help in the house.
“OK,” she giggled. “Be right back!”
She returned to her keyboard and typed: “OK, he saw me. I walked in front of the window and then I leaned out of it. He was staring at me. When he saw me, I smiled but came back inside like he surprised me!”
She was clearly having fun, as I asked her how she felt now. “Oh, Gawd, I feel so horny now,” she purred.
“Well, do you want to have fun with this guy?” I asked. “If so, you can get him upstairs and you can do him if you really want to.” (I confess, by this time I had bought in to the whole thing as well. It was incredibly erotic, if weird, to be ordering someone around from 400 miles away. So, I just came out and asked: “Do you want to suck this guy’s dick, Honey?”
“Oh yesss, I do, Lee,” she replied. “I want to suck him and be your whore for you. I promise I will think about your cock when he is in my mouth. Tell me how you want me. I want details on how to act and what you want.”
LOL, OK. “How can you get him to come over, Babe?”
“He fixed my dryer once and he flirted like crazy. I was not interested then, but I sure am now. I can go over to his garage and ask him if he thinks he could fix it again. I can wear something super sexy, would you like that?”
“What do you have?”
“I will take one of my hubby’s white shirts and take off the sleeves, open the blouse a long, long way down, so he can almost see my nipples. I have a super short skirt, I can even make it shorter in a minute, with some scissors. I won’t wear panties and I will drop something and bend over for him to see my bare pussy. Is that what you might like? Let me show you on cam.”
She was gone for a bit, then she returned, sitting in front of her camera and posing for me. God, as she sat, I could see her pussy under her incredibly illegal short skirt! She faced my camera and her blouse showed the cleavage from Hell, truly down to her nipples, with one actually visible. I held my breath for a moment, my cock about to burst, then opined: “Jesus, Babe. That should be against the fucking law!” But I was smiling. It was getting interesting.