I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting here at the kitchen table all morning going over it in my head, reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, but even worse, excited.

I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband has this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house. Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting around the house bored to death.

We recently bought a new computer. My husband uses it when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out of town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole new horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the chat rooms that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something called water sports, even sex with children! I also saw chat rooms that were for people who apparently shared my most secret fantasy. But for a long time I resisted going in.

I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of being a sex slave to an older man since I was in my early teens. In my fantasies I was usually subservient to someone who was not very attractive. I never imagined myself being ordered around by a handsome man or a boy my age. He was always cold and cruel and he took pleasure in making me do things that were nasty and perverted and humiliating. I have no idea where these fantasies come from. But I frequently indulged in them while masturbating. And later, after I was married, I even enjoyed those fantasies when making love to my husband.

Finally, during one of my husband's many trips out of town, I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I entered one of those chat rooms. Unfortunately, it was fantastic! It was just as exciting as I had imagined it would be. I was invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am twenty-three and a little tall at five foot seven. I am very slender, weighing in at one hundred and twelve pounds. I am a natural blonde. My bra size is 32B. I am considered quite attractive.

The man I was chatting with described himself. He was forty-eight, five foot ten, two hundred and twenty-five pounds, and he insisted that he had a thick nine inch cock. He even sent me a picture of it.

Of course, I don't know if it was actually his picture. It didn't really matter. It was very impressive, though.

At the beginning or our chat I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his direction I took off my t-shirt and my jeans. I wasn't wearing a bra but I took off my panties for him.

Now I was totally naked and talking to a strange man about sex! It was very exciting. As we chatted my excitement grew. I imagined that he could see me as I sat there naked, typing my responses to his embarrassing questions and responding "Yes, Sir" to every order he gave. He made me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he described all the nasty things he would love to do to me.

I was hooked! From that day on, whenever my husband was away I was on the internet. I was in that chat room or a similar one. Over time I chatted with most of the regulars, as well as anyone else that invited me.

I told strange men my fantasies, in great detail. I acted out their fantasies as well. I couldn't get enough. I explored some of the other kinky chat rooms, including the one dedicated to rape fantasies. I found a lot of excitement there too. But I always went back to that first room, looking for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse me if only in my mind.

Things got a little out of hand last night. My husband had been gone for almost two weeks. I was incredibly horny and lonely. I had consumed a couple glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker. But my limit is usually one glass. If I drink more than one glass I start getting silly.

I was talking to a man from Australia. He was an older man, and that was good. He was a bit wilder than I was used to. But he was so far away that I felt safe. And I was just a little tipsy so I was enjoying it. He convinced me to pour myself a third glass of wine as we talked.

Big mistake!! I did. And as the evening wore on and I consumed that third glass of wine I found myself doing everything that he ordered. He was pretty good at bringing my fantasies to life, too. He really knew how to push my buttons.

He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his amusement. He discussed scenarios in which he undressed me in public in the middle of the day. He talked about allowing strange men to touch me intimately in a public place, a bar or a restaurant. He made me touch myself while we chatted. He got me so aroused, and I was so tipsy, that I guess I just got carried away.