Secretly Wicked (closed for wickedpen)

[Homerun2611]

Richard (Rick) Harris was 46, six foot two, 190 pounds. He worked out, and had always been a good athlete, but he also couldn't deny he had great genes that forgave many sins of an eat and drink what I want lifestyle. Brown hair, with flecks of grey at the temples, deep blue eyes. Still handsome by most any standard, he looked every part the successful executive. He easily commanded attention when he walked in the room. He had been married to his petite, attractive, wife, Jane, for 23 years. They had four boys, Richie – 23, Max – 21, Johnny 19, and Joey – 16. He loved his boys, they were his pride and joy. Smart, good looking, good athletes, good students, good men. He loved his wife, as a mother and the keeper of the family she was amazingly capable and caring. She was well respected professionally and in the community. A woman of faith, she had her priorities, but for many years sex had not been one of them. The had sex 2-3 times per month, which worked well for her, a perfectly sensible number of orgasms. Otherwise, it just wasn’t a priority.

Tonight was a major charity event being held down at the five star Peninsula Hotel in downtown, Chicago. Rick was in a dark blue pinstripe custom tailored suit and open white shirt, black loafers. The event was an auction and casino night at the posh indoor/outdoor Skydeck hotel bar and restaurant, not black tie, but formal. Jane had been one of the major organizers. The auction had included our three oldest sons and several of their friends, a group pulled right from the catalog of Abercrombie and Fitch, being purchased for escorting some of the young society ladies of the city. During the auction, Rick had noticed her, beautifully dressed, toned, appeared to be in her mid 30’s and she had a look that, even in a crowded room of very well-heeled women, screamed, “I should be noticed”. For some reason Rick watched as she eyed the young men like a lioness watching prey. Not that she would act, but a look that suggested she would know what to do, the lessons she might teach, if she so chose to. She had a smirk on her face as she sat next to her husband, he talking to the men around him, she enjoying the views.

The auction finally completed, Rick had purchased a week in February in a ski chalet in Aspen for he and the boys. Significant money had been raised, and they moved to the casino for the next round of fund raising. He played for a bit, made the appropriate buy ins and walked away, leaving a large stack of chips on the table. This was charity, he would just turn the gift back anyway. Gambling just wasn’t entertaining if the stakes aren’t real. He danced with every woman who grabbed him to dance in a way most of their husbands couldn’t, and spoke with everyone he needed to touch for his wife’s benefit.

He found her at the bar alone. He wasn’t looking for her, he was just bored, and needed a scotch. Tired of small talk, and hoping to find a few minutes of time alone. “Macallan’s 21 on the rocks”. The bar tender was friendly, “What do you do, isn’t your wife chairing this event?” Rick looked over his shoulder and indicated his wife, surrounded by her support system. “Yes, she has done a terrific job, raised lots of money for charity. To answer your question, I am an investment banker here in town, and three of those young men auctioned off tonight are mine”.

He looked at Rick, “You seem to be living the American dream there. Good for you.” She laughed next to him, he could sense the sarcasm. He had no idea who she was and didn’t worry. He wanted to say, “fuck you”, but he held it. Everybody always wants what they don't have, and Rick realized he was coming across at the most ungrateful bastard possible. He was sensitive to the guy talking, this poor guy was likely struggling to make ends meet, watching some rich guy complain about a life that sounded like a dream, was a fair reason for derision.

Rick smiled, took a drink, “Yes, I guess it would look that way….But then why am I sitting here, and the only thing that has my motor running is the post I will write on some stupid erotic literature site tonight, LIT. I write a lot, but there is one women, who anticipates and feeds my kinks in ways I never thought possible, it is like she crawls inside my brain or my soul and finds my darkest demons and plays to them, enrages them in lust. I am fucking sitting here thinking about posting how I am fucking everyone who comes in sight, whether they be friend, in-law, secretary, wife or daughter, all while they treat me like a pagan God. The absurdity of the debauchery is rediculous.

I wake up and I can’t wait to see what she has written, which of my buttons she will push, what depravity she will inspire. As I have sat here tonight, I have thought over and over about what I might write that might turn her on tomorrow. All this is, is writing, look at this here, this scene, my life, I must be fucking crazy to be putting it at risk to...write”.

He’d been watching the bartender, and hadn't realized how he had caught the woman's attention, or how the word LIT had made her glance over. He was just finishing his drink and ready to order another. He had forgotten all about the beautiful woman a single stool over as he had told his story. That is, until he felt her tap him on the shoulder, he was just taking a sip, "I would love to read some of your stuff, post to my email, very discreet" she said sliding a napkin into his hand. Her fingers soft and warm in his. He read the email address, who was this? He knew he would respond, his email was anonymous, and she had heard his story. She was gone before he even could look up, her sexy, backless dress sliding across the open area heading for the elevator. Perhaps she just liked writing or reading erotica...well, so did he.

 

[wickedpen]

Walking out to the car that night from the charity event marked a moment when strings of time crossed in a way Beth never would have imagined. She had spent plenty of time at these and even included characters and details in her stories but this night was different. This night she had reached out to someone physically. She had given an email address to a complete stranger after that person admitted to sharing a similarity.
She walked next to her husband, they never held hands. The valet opened her door and gave her the glance down her cleavage and into her eyes like a red blooded American male does. Not how her husband ignores her. They rode home in silence as her head raced with the idea that there were words waiting for her in that secret email account, she could not risk logging into until Monday morning.
The man she had given her email to was attractive, but had the older Hispanic waiter let her know he wrote erotica she might have been as excited. Escaping into scenes and characters to vent the physical desires their bodies naturally had while their mates were no longer interested, or at least not as interested in everything their imaginations could create.
Pulling into the nice neighborhood with the nice car and the automatic garage door she got herself out and went into the house. No babysitter to pay or take home because there are no babies.
Charles wanted to write up some notes on potential clients he had met at the event. Beth went to their room and put her jewelry away very conscious of every movement and imagining how she would describe it in her writing. Her manicured red fingernails slid the zipper down her tailored dress until she could slip her narrow hips out and let the black dress pool at her feet. Unhooking her bra and standing in the semi darkness of her bedroom looking in the standing mirror at herself in her black lace thong.
"He should want this" she said soft and sadly. "I bet my email friend would want this" she smiled and then went to the bathroom and prepared for bed.

 

[Homerun2611]

They had booked a suite at the Peninsula that night. Jane had worked hard, and the event, as usual, was a huge success. She felt good about herself and should have. She was rightfully exhausted and crawled into bed leaving him to his own devices. They would try to possibly sleep together tomorrow or next week or whenever. He wished it bothered him more, but it didn't. Not that it didn’t feel good, it was just always the same, with little encouragement to push the envelope.

Tonight, one very interesting thing happened. It had intrigued him and terrified him. He had stupidly discussed his other world with the bartender. His world of imagination and virtual desire, and someone had overheard him and wanted in. She had given him her email, it was the woman he had seen earlier the one he had thought of as the lioness. He didn’t remember exactly what she looked like, but he did know something about her was striking.

She had asked to see his writing, to look behind the curtain as it were, and he realized that could be a very dangerous domino to fall. He wasn’t even sure why he started writing, but he knew he loved it. His mind had a vivid imagination and his body still a strong libido, and writing allowed him to scratch both itches, even venture into the outrageous, identify and explore kinks he never fully realized he had, all somewhat risk free. Therefore he understood the importance of anonymity.

There was a lot of him in much of what he wrote. Other than a few Sci Fi pieces he tried, and was terrible at, most of the characters held many aspects of him, albeit sometimes younger versions. Could he risk sharing that, exposing that? He didn’t know, but the thought drove that electricity through him he loved.

He took the piece of paper from his pocket, Beth0680@xxxx.com, Who are you? You may well know who I am now, but if I send you this, you can close the loop. Given his position, this was potentially blackmail worthy, not to mention his marriage, reputation. Why should he share, trust this woman.? Yet for some reason, call it gut, call it stupidity, he did. He sensed a kindred spirit, someone who understood the need for absolute discretion.

What to send? He wrote a lot, but he knew which of his pieces most pushed the envelope. Those were the pieces he had been discussing with the bartender, the conversation she overheard. He didn’t want to shock her, so he decided to send one piece. Maybe that would be it, she might say thank you or even share something of her own. Why was he doing this, he didn’t have a good answer to that question, but he went ahead and pulled up his email.

*******​

Dear Beth,

I am actually only assuming that is your name from your email address, as we have not actually introduced ourselves. Seems ironic given the intimacy of what I
am about to share with you.

You requested a piece of my writing with the woman I described to the bartender. I will warn you, some of the things we do here are outrageous, but this is purely erotic fantasy. Two people using their imaginations to push buttons, test boundaries and kinks, none of this is real. I hope you enjoy, here is the link to our writing…

http://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=1474305

Best regards,
Rick

*******​

He hesitated, and then hit send and shut his PC

 

[wickedpen]

Beth awoke the next morning to see her husband in his golfing finest.
"Hey baby" she sighed erotically, still sleepy with images of dreams she wished were real.
"Playing 36 today with clients. Won't be home till after dark." he said and kissed her on the head oblivious to the fact she was beautiful, horny and feeling incredibly neglected.
"Great" she sighed and fell back into the thick pillows and deliciously soft white sheets. She closed her eyes and tried to get back into the obscene dream she was enjoying but could not.

She got up and pulled on a robe around her as she walked downstairs and made a cup of coffee. She sat looking out the window as the coffee dripped and steamed and filled the kitchen with it's wonderful aroma.

She picked up her phone to look at the weather and news and saw her rarely used email app had a red "1" on it. She smiled as the evenings events suddenly ran through her mind and body. It felt so good to have a man interested in her. Not that men did not look at her lustfully at the gym or club but this was different. This was mental. It is what drew her to her husband back in the day. Unfortunately that had fizzled as making money became more exciting than fucking.

"Who are you?" she asked as the coffee finished and she poured a cup. She knew the email was from him as that was the only time she had ever given it to anyone. She locked her phone and grabbed her laptop and coffee and went to her bath. She ran a tub of warm water, set up her laptop and coffee. Dropped her robe and panties and slid into the water.

"Who are you Richard Harris?" she said to herself as she opened her laptop and googled him. She was soon looking at his house address and office. Corporate board seats and his smiling face at many events. There was his wife and children. Within half an hour Beth felt she knew everything about this man short of his touch.

"Now what did you send me?" she said as she went to the email.

She read the email and then followed the link. Her eyes nearly popped from her head as she saw one of her subscribed threads. "Holy shit, you are Homerun2611!" she said with a laugh. Her heart raced and she was giddy as a school girl. The smile never left her face as she read through the full thread. Her hands were wet as she touched herself reliving some of their hottest scenes with the real him in mind.

"wow" she sighed as she leaned back in the now cool tub of water. "What am I gonna do with you Homerun? Or should I call you Richard? Better yet, Dick." She hurried and got out of the tub and dried off. She then did not go to her desk as usual but got back into bed. She first ran to get more coffee, naked through the house like she was as teenager and her parents were away.

"It's fucking him! What are the odds?" she said as she settled back into bed with her laptop and her coffee. Then it hit her. "How will this ever work? How do I respond? Would he think I would do all the things I write about? Run off to BDSM rooms or LA on a whim? Even though I would love too." she said blowing on her coffee and looking at the email.

"Dear Rick,

I enjoyed the event last night. Thanks for the email."

This was much harder than writing pure fiction. This was complicated. This was almost real life.

"I like your writing. Your co-author is something else!"

"Too much?" she asked herself as her hands could not help but rub her body trying to exercise some of the tension in her.

"You two have some chemistry. I can see you put a lot of yourself into your characters. It gives this girl quite a bit to think about...." she continued typing.

Beth put the laptop to the side and thought of him at the bar. So tall and confident and yet talking about how she was what he thought about. Her legs were wide under the pillowy comforter and she wished he was there with his broad shoulders and narrow hips driving into her. "Yes Rick! Yes!" she sighed as her orgasm came on quickly. She laid smiling feeling that wonderful feeling of orgasm.

She continued the email, "I have always had a soft spot for erotica and maybe we can try something together."

She was conflicted. She wanted to sign it "WickedPen" but she couldn't. There would be little reason to not let the pages flow off into hotel rooms and afternoon trysts in secret apartments. She fantasized of it but then thought of her husband.

She finished the email "how does this site work? Would you be interested in trying? -Beth"

She looked at the email and thought, "OK I can send this. It is anonymous and I can always tell him who I am later." the thought sending a shiver or fear and arousal through her naked body.

She decided to continue one of their threads and after an hour of writing and another orgasm she showered and put on jeans, a tee shirt and a hoodie and went to drive by Rick's house.

As she pulled her black BMW convertible onto the Interstate, as he lived in a slightly better zip code west of Chicago she realized she should have worn a skirt. This was making her incredibly horny.

 

[Homerun2611]

He woke up terrified. His dreams had not been erotic, they had been nightmares. The SEC wondering about some ponzi scheme he had written about, followed by his wife’s divorce attorney, wondering where this 20-year-old secretary had come from he was fucking in his conference room, apparently along with one of his wife’s younger friends. How had he screwed this up. It had been safe, no one knew who he was and really no way to track back to the business leader often quoted in the Wall Street Journal and Chicago Tribune. And he had risked it all, for what, because some attractive woman at a bar had asked him for a sampling of his work and he had been as he almost always was, horny and frustrated.

Not a normal morning, he woke up in a cold sweat, not the hard on that WickedPen had trained his body to have. He could get erect in a nanosecond with the right stimulation, hard as steel and ready to go. He always had. He was in good shape, good cardio, and all the blood went to al the right places as needed. But morning wood had become a rare occurrence the last few years, primarily due to lack of motivation, probably. However, that was before, before he began his WP ritual.

He slept with his phone on the bedside table. Four months ago, he hadn’t done this. Now he wouldn’t dream of not. She had conditioned his body to wake up hard and ready, expecting her words to arouse him. He would enjoy them and let them take him over the edge. The routine was almost always the same, about 7:30, he would check his phone. There was often nothing there yet, but odds are she was up and writing. He would go downstairs, pour a nice mug of hot coffee, and glance through the headlines, making sure none of his clients had bad news waiting. His erection would go down slightly. He poured a second cup and watched his wife take off for charity work, or a run or walk with the other stay at home women of their neighborhood.

Now it was 7:45, you could almost guarantee she had posted, at least for one of their stories. Just seeing, Wicked Pen posted, even if it was one of her other stories, made him know that the syren was about ready to sing. He would grab his coffee and head back up stairs, getting ready to enjoy. Doors closed to the master suite, he would begin to read what her naughty little mind had for him that day. He would turn on the shower, and let the hot water pour. He would get comfy in the huge bed, shorts off, cock hard. It usually only took one post. As he read, his hand would find his cock, he often reread her best lines. The question wasn’t if, but where, would he just enjoy her lying there or hop into the shower and rewind her post in his mind. He tried to post back that morning. If he didn’t post by noon, he assumed she was gone for the day. However, her routine was recently changing, after a brief fear she had left for good, she had come back stronger than ever. He always tried to give her something to wake up to.

However, this was Sunday, there would be no Wicked post, and there wasn’t anything from this Beth woman either. Oh well, he got up and showered, and left his wife to enjoy the day at the hotel spa having a mani peti, mud bath and whatever else she and the women on her committee had planned. He drove his black Audi A8L home and his boys were already there. It was the start of the football season, and they always played a touch football game. He played quarterback, going back to his high school days, and they would play the most physical game of touch you could find. They played out on their expansive front lawn. It was the third time the BMW convertible drove by that one of the boys noticed. The two oldest were teasing each other, which one of them had the MILF admirer. Little did they know who she had come to see, although the young, shirtless twenty somethings with their 6 pack abs, was a very nice bonus.

It was almost game time and they all went in to shower before kickoff. Jane would be home late afternoon, and they would cook steaks and shrimp on the grill for a family dinner, maybe play bags and enjoy cocktails by the pool. It was a tradition and a fun one.

Rick went into his study, and saw that Beth had sent him an email:

Dear Rick,

I enjoyed the event last night. Thanks for the email. I like your writing. Your co-author is something else. You two have some chemistry. I can see you put a lot of yourself into your characters. It gives this girl quite a bit to think about. I have always had a soft spot for erotica and maybe we can try something together, how does this site work? Would you be interested in trying?

-Beth


Hmmm, he had taken on more stories lately than he should. The only new ones he had taken on were with her, and that was only because he loved writing them. She made him work, pushed his imagination, helped him sharpen his craft as it were.

Yes, she was something else, an excellent writer. But in all humility, he thought they brought out the best in each other. Chemistry, yes a good descriptor. He had also never done a RP, where he knew who the women was exactly. Hell, some of his cowriters might be catfishing. It was a cool thing about LIT. He imagined he had made connections with women, he probably might have never known, found attractive. He lived in an incredibly superficial society, it was neat to meet and become attracted to women purely intellectually. There was something very pure and cool about that.

He remembered when he began writing with Wicked, he was a complete newbie, and she put him through his paces, he had to justify a story to her. God forbid it was something too cliché, but it was good. She made him work, stretched his creativity and sexual boundaries. What the hell, somehow, he could always do one more, so he responded.

*******​

Beth,

Thank you! Yes, she is very good, outstanding, actually. Don’t be intimidated by that. Everyone starts somewhere.

I am a bit over subscribed, but I would be happy to try to write something with you. Do you have some specific fantasy you would like to play out? I will say, she has taught me some element of reality makes things much hotter. If there is some man you have always fantasized about, but feels untouchable, that might be a good start.

The way it works is you get registered on the site, something anonymous as a pen name. You and I agree on a storyline, and one of us posts the concept and we start going back and forth. I have a lot of flexibility as you might guess professionally, so I am usually quite responsive.

Let me know your ideas and we can figure it out.

- Homerun2611 aka Richard Harris

 

[wickedpen]

Beth's alarm went off at six as usual on Sunday. Mass was at eight and she wanted to look her best. Her husband had dragged himself in at eight last night after too much scotch and in a cab.
Beth showered as her mind was full of two things, my husband sucks and I want to get to know more about Rick. God was she really thinking that?
She slipped into a light yellow sun dress and let her chestnut brown hair fall down her back freely today. She did her makeup and walked out to make her sleeping prince.
"Wake up honey, church in an hour. I will make coffee" she said with her soft gentle hand on his shoulder, rocking him awake as her perfume would have brought most men to full attention for some pre-sermon festivities. He growled and rolled away from her.
"I am leaving in forty five" she said and walked out.
Downstairs she grabbed her laptop knowing she had time to check her mail. Nothing,
She made toast and pulled out the jam and poured coffee. She tried not to read any more of their RPs but had to channel her anger at her husband somewhere and that was a place it just disappeared.
She was lost in flight to LA with Cindy when she heard the man of her dreams coming down stairs. She snapped the laptop closed and poured another cup for him turning away in case he somehow paid enough attention to notice her braless nipples hard as rocks under the dress.
He said nothing and she turned off the coffee and they headed to church.
After church he pulled into the driveway and said "you have keys? I have a game at the club." As expected she got out, walked up the driveway and let herself into the house mumbling every name you can imagine at him in his absence.
Another cup of coffee and she remembered she had Rick's address. Although yesterday was fruitless, "I have nothing better to do." she beamed.
She grabbed a big hat and sunglasses and pulled out headed west. She was on the interstate and her dress was pulled up into her lap as she was thirty thousand feet up in the back of the plain with Darrin on the desk.
A trucker well above her convertible blasted his horn as she rubbed herself clear for him to see. He smiled and tried to signal for her to pull over or something. Her foot went to the floor as the red line surged as did the embarrassment on her face.
"What the fuck Elizabeth?" she chided herself for such a display. "What are you sixteen?" she said to herself as her hand returned to her lap, this time a little more covertly and away from the truckers as she pulled off into the quiet suburb.
Winding through the impressively beautiful homes she pondered just pulling over and satisfying herself but periodic joggers and dog walkers made her rethink it. Finally she reached his street and there they were. Rick and his sons playing football. She was prompted at the stop sign as she nearly drooled over the younger versions of Rick with their shirts off, slamming into each other. She drove on slowly past trying to be subtle as she watched from behind her sunglasses and hat. Her hand well below their view as she circled her stiff button.
She drove on and suddenly the gear shift was hard and throbbing in her hand. She wanted to use two hands like Cindy would.
She drove on finding a dead end and turning back. She drove back by and watched Rick, as athletic as the boys and clearly the alpha among the young wolves.
She drove on as her panties became increasingly annoying.
"one more time" she thought as she turned around.
This time her fingers slid under her panties and sent a tremor though her as she watched the hard bodies struggle against each other.
"God I would love to be between all of them" she thought as she nearly drove onto the curb. She came back to reality and drove off knowing there was no way out. She would have to drive by again. She paused at the dead end as the sun shined down and she leaned forward trying to hide her hand circling like made between her open legs.
Her mind was filled with naked hard twenty something bodies using her, and letting her use them as Rick watched, waiting for him turn. She managed to cum quietly and seemingly unnoticed by the occupants of this cul-de-sac.
She took a deep breath and leaned back. She brought her fingers to her mouth and cleaned them tasting her orgasm on them.
Her logical mind returned and she blushed. "Elizabeth you are out of your mind!" she heard herself think. "This is so wrong!"
Then she heard her dead mother "God is watching!"
"God could watch me fuck them if he wanted"s he said dropping the car into gear and pulling around. She headed out a little faster this time and looking at the game as a woman on the porch was now calling them in. One of the boys slapped his brother and pointed at her as they laughed. She was horrified and drove home.

 

[Homerun2611]

He sat at his desk,and closed his PC. Why was he letting this progress, he hadn’t in the past. Neither in his personal or literary lives. Sure, he had fun with one woman, they even written somewhat exclusively for a while. He had refused to give up his current coauthors, WP key amongst those, but he had not taken on others. She had suggested a game where they be virtually married or at least committed. She would fill his inbox with private stories, many very taboo. She had been fun and had opened him to her BDSM desires in ways that he actually, enjoyed, even though he had no interest in nonconsensual sex. Why would anyone want nonconsensual, when there were so many beautiful women, more than willing to consent? He knew for the men, it was about some bizarre power need, but he had power, tons of it, more than he actually, wanted. It was exhausting at times having so many people relying on you, depending on you. Anyway, her husband must have found out, she went away poof, and it had been freeing. He had taken on several more RP’s and enjoyed the variety it allowed in his writing style.

But he always came back to her. WP wrote like a woman who was either having or had once had amazing sex. Her writing so vivid, so accurate, he could literally feel her touch, and he well knew what great sex felt like. He guessed they shared that, they didn’t write from want to or aspirational desire, they rewrote history, deep sexual experience, experience they both sorely missed. Early on, he had worked as an assistant golf pro and bartender in college. He had enjoyed many rich daughters and older well kept society women where he was their dirty little secret. He had learned how to feel a woman out, understand what she wanted, whether that be affirmation of her aging beauty or the thrill of being thoroughly fucked by the handsome young toy. That was early, then he met the girl of his dreams midway through he sophomore year.

He had married his wife on somewhat of a rebound. He had been badly hurt by his college girlfriend, and so he married a woman nothing like her. The girlfriend was a debutante from Dallas, a high society girl. They had spent much of college living together, and she had introduced him to the lifestyle of the very wealthy. He took classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so he could travel with her. How many college kids are jetting off to Paris and Monaco on select weekends. Her mother hated him, not for anything he was, but for the blue blood that was not in his veins. A Midwest kid, high school star, and National Merit scholar, he had always been the mother’s wet dream of the girls he dated. For her mother, he was white trash. When nearing the end of their junior years, they had talked engagement, Mom had enough. She went home to Dallas, and never returned, her remaining semesters were completed in Paris. She had married another blue blood six months after they graduated, and was now divorced.

Her mother though had kicked his ass and put a chip on his shoulder. It was a competition solely within himself, but he made sure by the time he hit his mid 30’s he had more money than the Mother had ever dreamed of. By the time he was 40 he could have bought and sold the man who married the “one who got away”. Now in his mid 40’s he had won the money game, all he had to do was not screw up and momentum took care of the rest. Now he found himself wanting to rekindle that thrill. The college girl had been a wildcat. Gorgeous, sexy, looked a bit like Jacqueline Smith. She was amazing in public and absolutely, filthy in the sack. For some reason, when he wrote with Wicked that girl ran through his mind. Then again, this Beth. He had avoided all the temptations and overtures of the woman flirting at the club or various events. He was a consummate flirt, but he left it there, never embarrassing himself, his wife, his children or his professional standing.

He didn’t know this Beth at all, and to put her to the same standard as WP was unfair, but that was the fantasy. His imagination had always put her as the sexy, frustrated, woman behind the keyboard. She wanted a man to take her, like she used to be taken, make love to her, like a beautiful woman should be made love to. Reaffirm how beautiful she was and should be treasured. How all the work she put in to keeping her body buff was appreciated and coveted. Just treat her like the beautiful woman she was and sexual tigress she was capable of being.

His heart pounding, he got up from his desk and adjusted himself to try to hide his hard on. Luckily each of the boys were up showering in their bathrooms, so he slipped into his room and turned on the hot water. He wondered, if he would hear from Beth again…he hoped so.

 

[wickedpen]

Beth got home feeling happy and excited to be alive for the first time in a long time. She was happy to see her husband's car was not in the garage as she pulled in. It was five o'clock and he should be done playing but I guess drinks and dinner possibly without even giving her a call.

She went to her room and put away her hat and took off her dress. She had to wash it as, well you can imagine. She stripped off her panties for a similar reason. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was tall and slender with perky b cup breasts. She turned sideways and her abs were flat and her ass still firm and high.

"He should want this?" she said to herself. "Rick wants this" she said shocking herself with her obscene confession. Like God or someone was listening. She slowly brought her hands from inspecting to stimulating herself. She stood facing the mirror with her legs slightly spread. Her thin brown patch well groomed as her hand slid over it.

"God they were hot" she sighs as she reaches under herself and feels the pleasure of the body.

"Hi Rick, I am WickedPen and I want to make every fantasy you have come true" she said pretending to talk to the mirror. "We don't have to touch and can just pleasure ourselves" she said as her hand quickened, "or we can touch each other" she groaned as she reached down and slid two fingers into her neglected lips. "we can fuck each other" she grunted as her anger grew as did her desire. Her gorgeous angular face framed by her long dark hair looked almost sad as he shook trying to feel something.

Suddenly she stopped.
"Perfect timing as usual" she said with a tone of acceptance.
The garage door could be heard opening as she turned and after grabbing a pair of panties went to the shower.

 

[Homerun2611]

He showered and put on a swimsuit and t-shirt. Soon the masses would ascend on his house. He naively checked his phone, hoping, nothing. She probably hadn't seen it, but there was an odd insecurity when he wrote, one he never felt in real life, a fear of being rejected. Not the real him, not the package he was, but having his intellect, stripped of all his shiny attributes. When he wrote, even though many characters were exaggerated forms of himself, he was no longer the 30 under 30, 40 under 40 man people admired and coveted. He was just homerun2611, letting his imagination, and sense of humor, as best as he could articulate it in his writing, take women to places they wanted to go.

He liked the vulnerability it created, the chance of not being lauded with hangers on and wantabes, like real life. Nobody on line had to kiss his ass, if they responded, it was because he had mentally stimulated them, and they had no real way of knowing who he was.

He heard the crowd of young people by the pool, his boys friends, he looked out the window at all the young Katie lites. That had been an interesting twist in their last RP, suddenly he felt a bit dirtier around these young ladies who splashed with him in the pool, or lounged out on the deck and furniture. Their house was a gathering spot. There was always burgers or chicken gilling, and cold beers on ice on Sunday. His family was busy Monday through Friday, Saturday was usually some kind of event, Sunday they played and the wealthy community played with them.

He did a different RP, the first RP he ever started actually, with another amazing woman. The character Karen she played, existed quite accurately in his neighbor Stephanie. While not a former stripper, she was certainly sexual and overtly flirted. His wife had asked more than once if there was anything she should know, and the answer had truthfully been no. Oh Stephanie had whispered in his ear that did he know that her husband would be gone for the week, etc. And his wife hated to dance, and Stephanie was his frequent partner and she liked to put on a show of her skills as much as he did. But she was harmless. As he looked around the pool he realized how many people he had brought to life in different ways in his writing.

Fantasy was fun, it had always been harmless, but then he thought of Beth, would it stay harmless?

 

[wickedpen]

Beth showered in relative sadness and combed her long brown hair and looked at the mirror. She was still here, married to the same guy, her wishes as a younger woman had come true but like the guy who should have wished for three more wishes hers left her empty. When you are young being safe and cared for is all you really want. But after years of solitude and having the necessities of life handled wishes change. When she was young guys who loved her and sex were in such abundant supply she could never imagine it going away. She was not the town slut but more the girl next door happy to get on her knees or back if you wanted to.
She combs her hair reminiscing as she hears him "you gonna be long?"
She sighs and then pulls her panties on and walks into the bedroom.
"Hey" she says in a soft way to gauge his interest.
He had not looked at her as he is fumbling with his belt.
"Drinks after gold?" she asks knowing his hyper fumbling routine.
"So what?" he hisses looking up red faced. "How do you think I pay all the bills around here?" he hisses angrily "and why don;t you put something on for Christ sake."
"OK Honey" she says submissively half hoping it angers him into punishing her. At least she could feel that but she knows he is all blather and no stick.
He slams the door to the bathroom.
Beth pulls on onl grey sweat pants and a red Adidas tee shirt. She walked downstairs and poured herself a white wine. He follows always in a hurry.
"Did you eat?" she asks ignoring their earlier interaction.
"Yeah, I have this proposal I have to get out so I will be working tonight" he said again not making eye contact and disappearing into his office.
She once fantasized that he was Richard and they had both been venting frustration but that was too over the top to believe. He was probably working or drinking or both.
Beth took a handful of cashews and her wine and went into the living room with her laptop.
She saw Rick's email and smiled. "Time to respond" she said softly glancing at the closed office door. She took along drink of her wine and started typing.

"Dear Rick,

OK I will create an account soon but first lets talk about what we should write about. I don't know if this is appropriate but there is this family down the street and they have" she stopped and thought, should she make it so close to home. She continued typing " three sons, all in their twenties. I have watched them grow up into the men they are today. They are sexy as hell when they play football in the front yard. I wonder if you would be interested in something like this? Maybe I am one of their girlfriends or the woman down the street who they recruit into the game. A rough game, lots of grabbing and bumping.
Or is there a story you would like to play out? I mean one that that WickedPen person has not already satisfied?"

She stopped beaming with mischief. She took another drink. Her body ached for some caressing but she resisted.

"Have you ever met her? The way you two write is like you sit across a table from each other bouncing ideas and then going higher, or deeper or whatever the analogy should be. She does seem like a very sexy woman."

She stops and wonders "too much?"
Beth puts down the laptop and goes to refill her wine.
"Hey babe" her husband startles her having come out of the office now standing a few feet from her unlocked open laptop.
"Hey what are you doing? I thought you had a lot of work?" she asks nervously trying to keep from drawing his natural curiosity to what she is doing on the laptop. He had caught her her once a few weeks back and it was not pretty. If he saw she was writing men directly he would probably lose it completely.
He came home one weekday early and she was in the bathroom and when she came out he was seated reading her 'Tink' episode. She assured it was nothing and he did not poke around enough to realize how much she writes. She promised him she was done and it had just been a fantasy and was now gone. She even went to confessional, at least she told him she did. Well she did but she did not confess her impure thoughts to Father Connelly, just a few minor infringements.
"Can I get you something?" she said stepping towards him.
"Well yeah a beer would be great. this proposal is a killer" he said sounding as though he actually wanted to make up with her. She quickly went to he fridge and returned with the beer.
She snapped off the top and handed it to him. She then with a sexy look asked "is there anything else you might want?"
He took a drink and looked her up and down and said "No, thanks" and went back into his office.
She thanked God and ran to her laptop and finished the email.

Feeling a need to finish the email and close things that could lead to massive change she typed.

"Have you ever thought that you might already know her? She could be someone you know already?"

She ran her hand over her breast trying to just get through this email. So much tension and she got off on tension and almost getting caught.

"Food for thought.
So four boys on the front lawn or something closer to your home?"
She smiled at this and signed it.

"Your secret friend - Beth"

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick is a night owl, and this is his time to write. It is the safe time. He had been careless not more than a week ago and his wife had seen he was posting on LIT, she had seen the avatar of WP over his shoulder, but not well. It was enough that she could tell the woman looked attractive, toned, slim brown hair, smaller breasts, in summary, his type. He had been honest and said it was a literature site where he could anonymously post erotic literature. He enjoyed writing and found it to be a great stress reliever. He was responding to something from another author. Jane knows his mind likes to go places she doesn't care to, and he was far more sexual before they were married than she was. She did not want to know more.

It had been a hard conversation, and he knew it hurt her. He hated that, but he also knew he didn't want to give it up, this writing filled something very real that was otherwise missing in his life. However he also knew that if she actually saw the types of things he exchanged, particularly with Wicked, it would devastate her. Fortunately, she did not want to know the details, and that was best for everyone. There was a bit of a sense of relief, she knew he wrote, just no idea to what degree or the extremely pornographic nature of the content.

Tonight, he had hopped on LIT and quickly written a few posts that were waiting for his input. Last he was planning to write to Wicked. Their stories always take time, he envies how quickly she can sometimes reply, he needs to be thoughtful, even though he's sure that the result is not indicative of the effort that went into it. He will often look back and cannot believe some of the typos and grammatical errors he makes. For God's sake, he is a University of Chicago MBA, and it often appears he can't spell or has any sense of grammar and punctuation. The truth is, he is terrible typist, and gets caught up in the story and just submits. He knows he should proof his work better.

He reads the last few posts from one of their RP's and smiles, in just the last few posts we have had multiple bouts of incest, and her character appears to now be a homicidal arsenist, who hypnotized our son to have nonconsensual sex with our daughter and is now using the same approach to turn him into a gigolo. Yes, his Wicked is quite a girl, and he can't get enough of her. He loves her filthy imagination. He starts to think through his next response, how he will push the envelope further, and he sees it on the upper corner of his PC. There is an email...his heart skips a beat and he goes into his email...it has to be Beth.

Good, she does want to write something together. My apprehension has changed to intrigue, the allure of knowing who your writing partner is crossing a line, but too compelling to avoid. But the topic she suggests hits frighteningly close to home, almost as if I am being stalked. Of course she knows who I am, has seen a couple of my sons, that must be it. He thinks of the BMW, could that possibly have been her? Of course not, she is not from his town, he would know. Stop being paranoid. He writes his response:

*******​

Dear Beth,

So I guess we progress down this path. I have to say, I thought long and had before responding to you initially, but I couldn't not. I am glad you are interested in moving forward. Your scenario is really close to home. Just today I was playing touch football in our yard. Our neighbor teased, “who do you guys think you are, the Kennedy’s”. But I guess we can do something that strikes close to home, as I told you, it does make is very sexy.

No, I have never met Wicked. It would be hard for any woman to live up to the fantasy I have of her, although somehow I think she would. I also made a pledge to myself, when I started this, that this was an outlet so I wouldn’t cheat. Honestly, I am not sure I could live up to that with her.

We do seem to crawl into each other’s minds, but I will say, it is often the least evolved part of me. I also love slow seduction, romance. For instance, I think of you in that dress at the event. I love a woman dressed like that, your figure is perfect. I imagine having dinner with her, looking into her eyes over candlelight, sharing a fine bottle of wine. Watching her tongue and lips on the crystal as she drinks. I enjoy rubbing the back of my hand softly up and down her arm, giving goosebumps, feeling her breath on my neck before she kisses me. I love the idea of us undressing each other with our eyes all through dinner, perhaps dancing feeling your body through the dress and wanting more. It not mattering how many times we have done it before, recreating that want, the tease, with the knowledge of what will come.

I love unwrapping a beautiful woman when we get home. Coming up behind her, unfastening her dress, or sliding the spaghetti straps off her shoulders. Kissing her neck, and feeling her arm reach up and back around my neck, as I caress her small but perfect, perky breasts, tease her nipples. Sliding her dress over her narrow hips, kissing it down her body.

I am not sure that Wicked enjoys that, our scenes are pretty hot and fairly direct. I love that, but I also love slow, mutual seduction. She and I don’t really talk much outside of our scenes, we tend to just naturally play off each other, so perhaps I am wrong.

Given your fantasy of the being manhandled by the boys, that type of seduction and more romantic situations may not be you either. I can obviously write either way. I do tend to find in what I write with her, I am more the romantic, but again it may just be situational.

I have rambled, apologies, I got lost in the scene in my mind, you will find that happens. Close to home, reality based should work, I just would prefer it not being exact, god help me, if anyone ever figured out this was me, or us.

I am already enjoying our secret friendship,
Rick

 

[wickedpen]

The last few mornings Beth had risen with a renewed energy. She did not let on to her husband who had left early this morning, again. Beth sat up and immediately wanted her laptop. Had Rick written back? Was he interested? She ran her hands over her body laying under the comforter and thought back to driving by and the rush she had both seeing him and sneaking around. Her body was well down that road when she threw the covers back and bounced out of bed, rand downstairs, grabbed her laptop and was back in bed in her tee shirt and panties.

Opening her laptop had become almost erotic as Rick and she had begun their role plays but now it was even more so. Was there an email? Where did he take the stories? Did he suspect it was me yesterday.

She logged into her email first. "Yes!" she hissed seeing a new message. As she read his imagery and romantic ideals set her aflame. She could imagine giggling, sipping wine across the table from someone so laser focused on her. She could imagine the fine silk dress on her naked body sitting in some posh dinning room. Her stocking foot sliding up his calf and between his knees. Two happy people free for the moment to laugh and be touched and feel that mental chemistry knowing somewhere above them in the hotel was a space, a bed, an escape where they would satisfy fantasies and desires they had written together.

Her fingers were busy between her legs as she laid back and closed her eyes. His fingers sliding down her back until he cupped her ass in the elevator. She was again the focus or a man's laser desire as she, the prism would split that beam and spray a rainbow of colors across him. Her manicured, unknown hand brushing over his slacks, feeling his strange hardness. Looking up into his eyes...

Beth shook herself out of the dream to continue reading.

" a bit more direct..? Yeah!" she said seeing Jaime lost in pure lust on top of her, on top of Katie wanting nothing more than to satisfy the desire she had brought up in him, and her. Her hand was back under her panties.

"Beth stop it or you will never write a word!" she said to herself pushing pillows behind her and sitting up with the laptop on her thighs.

She hit reply and started typing.

"Dear Rick,

Sorry if I was a but, forward with my suggestion. I just get carried away sometimes. Sounds like I may have that in common with your Wicked co-writer. I love your romantic dinner suggestion, almost too much. Forget the boys, for now at least.

We would have to go somewhere far away, in the story of course. Maybe Minneapolis or Atlanta where no one would recognize us and we could be free. We would check into a fancy hotel and then dress for dinner. Would we have two rooms or act the married couple for the night? Do we really need more back story?

I am enjoying our correspondence too.

Beth"

She almost signed it "Love" or something else inappropriate forgetting she was supposed to only know what she knows of him from last Friday and these emails. Not all the role plays they had done. Not all the dark glances into his imagination. Not that he would imagine eating sushi off his assistant in the board room of his company.

An idea exploded in her head. She sent the email and then began searching for Rick and his investment business. She looked at the clock, 8:00. She dialed the number and asked for "Rick Harris please." Her heart raced as the thought that they might actually direct her too him.

"This is Mr Harris' assistant, how may I help you?" the voice of a young woman said into the phone with elegant formality.

"Hello, my name is.... Penn, Ms Elizabeth Penn and a friend recommend Rick as someone who would know what to do with some money my charity has recently come into." Beth said into the phone with her best, old money accent. She was shaking she was so nervous. She nearly hung up when the woman said "Yes man, I am sure Mr Harris would be able to help you. When would be a good time for you to come to the office?"

Elizabeth had really not thought this through at all. "Meet?" she thought. "How about two o'clock?" she said without thinking.

"Yes, he is available at two o'clock today" the woman said.

Beth freaked out "TODAY!" her mind screamed as she said calmly. "Thank you, see you then. bye" and hung up rather abruptly.

Beth laid back as though she had just run a race or had mind blowing sex. The phone fell out of her hand. "What have I gotten myself into?" she said as the idea of going to his office, scene of intense debauchery they had shared in their heads.

"I will cancel" she decided after a minute as her hand brushed her breast and she felt the excitement stiff in her nipple as visions of Diane braced against the glass wall over looking the city flashed into Beth's head.

"Let's see about the stories first" she smiled and logged into LIT.

 

[Homerun2611]

Mondays were, well...Mondays. Ever since he had begun writing with her, he both looked forward to, yet was frustrated by Mondays. Sometimes, like today, she was a little later. Sometimes, maybe it was a long weekend, and she might not post at all, or not until later in the day. Like a young boy, he would wake up hard and excited for what hopefully lay ahead. He would do his Wicked routine and prepare to enjoy. But today, his wife was out of town, so with his coffee next to him, his hand ready to control the joystick, he again opened LIT, and....nothing. Oh, there were things, fun stories to reply to, and he truly enjoyed them all, but no Wicked. He gave himself a pat, “down boy”, and the gun reluctantly returned to the holster.

“Oh well”, that was the thing about LIT, there were no scheduled meetings or obligations. You wrote when you can. When you saw your partner had posted, you read it and then replied based on your schedule. You got used to people’s routines. He thought he was used to Wicked’s, but then she changed. All of a sudden, she hopped on at the end of the day sometimes, even weekend’s. He hated when he saw that and hadn’t posted, given her something to enjoy, as he enjoyed her. He found it comical, how much he looked forward to, and enjoyed her posts. When he saw it was a long one, he would sit back and smile, hopefully in a spot his hands could roam and enjoy it to completion. Stroking his engorged cock in appreciation to her vivid imagery and wickedly descriptive articulation.

The final issue with Mondays was how hard it was to respond to her and enjoy their back and forth. His meetings started earlier, and he needed to be in the office. He ran his firm, he had excellent Colonels. But Colonels need orders and strategy to execute. He was the General, and Mondays were spent first with the Colonels, reviewing the prior week’s campaigns. They would discuss victories, losses, assess the casualties and resource the coming weeks initiatives and synchronize priorities. The battle plan in place, they would gather and rally the troops and then deploy.

Sometimes this took an hour or two, sometimes it ran into the afternoon. Today it had taken all day. They were raising $120 million to bridge a company to their IPO scheduled for mid 2019. He was on the phone with attorneys and bankers from across the country, but what was he thinking about? How he would respond to Wicked regarding a new story they were writing that had completely captured him. That is why he tried to so enjoy those first posts, as they were likely the only ones they might exchange, and today that was, the case.

For now, he was still in bed, but checking his secret email was not yet part of his routine. Little did he know that soon it would be, taking priority over even the Wicked routine. He checked, and smiled, “No Wicked today yet, but there was a Beth”. He was very excited, this communication was much more lascivious. He was crossing a line, and he knew it. She was real, and when they eventually wrote together, he would know who she was, and he would imagine her in their scenes, picture her specifically. He thought back on how he had first been attracted to Wickedpen. Her avatar had caught his eye. The woman pictured was his type, an older version of his college love. He guessed somewhere around five foot six or seven, chestnut hair, thin toned body, perfect smallish breasts, the type of woman clothes hang perfectly on and look better off. Then he read some of her work, and he was hooked.

He smiled as he read Beth’s response, she loved the romance. For him, the fantasy was her. He wanted to enjoy that beautiful brunette, wine her, dine her, seduce her, and have a torrid affair. The only thing that bothered him, is he wasn’t sure he was only talking about the story. Interestingly she had back burnered the younger men. She could ultimately have that too, but he was glad she was willing to wait. He wanted to enjoy them, he really wanted to enjoy them. If Beth wanted the young Turks later in her story, he could do that. It this ever completely crossed the line in real life, NO. “Jesus, what was he saying”.

His mind started racing, he wanted to be clever, but not over the top, he was definitely flirting with this woman, and he was kidding himself if he thought it was innocent. His response was brief, he was short on time.

*******​

Beth,

I love that you liked the idea of being romanced. Is there a better feeling in the world than goosebumps from the touch of a lover, when you know it is just the promise of the true passion to come?

I will be happy to have my character travel to Minneapolis, Atlanta, Barcelona or Paris, you just name the place, and we can take Darrin’s jet.

To say I am enjoying your correspondence would be a tremendous understatement. I can’t wait to write with you, I believe we can have a lot of fun. If you ever need inspiration of a woman capable of driving me crazy with desire, read wicked, but my guess is you will not need any help.

Here is to future goosebumps,

Rick

The day was long, but he had a brief window. He saw the appointment on his schedule and called in his assistant. “Candy, what is this appointment with an Elizabeth Penn?”

 

[wickedpen]

"She said a friend of hers recommend you to manage some assets of hers" Candy's voice came through the speaker. "I can cancel or give it to the new guy as a bone" she said with her usual callus tone of no nonsense she had developed having scratched and clawed her way from the literal mail room to confident to the boss.

* * *

Beth fell into her comfortable WickedPen mode and pushed her RP's forward enjoying a few hours of fun. The clock ticked and in the back of her head was the meeting.

"I can't do that. I can't come out to him. That would be fucking crazy!" she thought as she chewed on her hair like she did as a nervous teen. She was alone as all her RPers seemed to be offline today. She went back to Mutual Assistance and got lost in Lilly's world. Looking up from her post orgasmic haze she saw "11:30" on the alarm clock next to the bed.

She dialed Rick's office and the woman answered again.

"Oh hi, this is Elizabeth Penn and I am sorry but something had come up and I won't be able to make it today" she said trying to sound sophisticated. The woman on the other end of the phone asked if she would like to reschedule and Beth said "I will have to call you back" and hung up. Her heart was racing as she envisioned coming out to Rick as naughty co-writer.

She opened her email and there was one. She beamed as she sat up in bed and pulled her laptop into her lap. Her naked chest uncovered as she read the email. The air conditioning tightening her nipples as she grew more excited with even the act of opening the email.

"goosebumps" she sighed as her hands ran up her arms and felt the goosebumps he was already giving her. "Characters fly? I want to go on Rick's jet and let him live his fantasies out on me"s he said to herself as her hands caressed her breasts and teased her lower.

She hit reply to his email.

"Dear Rick,

I don't know if I am really able to do a public role play. I am not much of a writer. I do like the idea of 'goosebumps'. I have some now reading your email."

She stopped and asked herself 'too much?" She smiled and continued typing.

"Perhaps we should keep it to email. I am not very tech literate and the last thing I need is my husband discovering I have been writing my dreams and fantasies with another man. Especially a rich good looking one like yourself. Maybe you can give me some tips of keeping things private.

I have been reading some of your stuff with that WickedPen woman and it seems you are a little more interested in someone younger than myself. Perhaps my college self? I had a lot more fun back then too. Like Lilly from Mutual Assistance? She sounds a lot like me, except I did not work as hard. It was easier to get married than work. I do regret that sometimes.

But enough about me. I am not sure how to even begin. Hopefully you can give me some direction. From listening to you explain to the bar tender the other night, your experience with WickedPen seems to be something intense? What is it about her, I mean her writing is hot and her imagination off the chart but is there something else about her that strikes you, that makes her posts hotter than others? I just want to be able to give you that reaction too.

We can do the middle age escapist fantasy if you would like, just want to be sure it is something that excites you too.

Leaving me with goosebumps,

Beth"

She pressed send and watched it disappear.

She began to imagine if she kept her appointment. "Hi Rick, I am wicked, let me go down on you right here in your office." she thought to herself as her fingers began their dance again.

 

[Homerun2611]

Candy came into his office, “Rick, you won’t need to worry about Miss Penn, she just cancelled. Frankly, she seemed a little frantic, she may not be quite what she described. I will try to qualify that she is legitimate before I schedule her again…assuming she calls back”.

Miss Penn, he hadn’t thought of it when she had said it the first time, but he chuckled, “Yes Sir, a Mrs. Pen to see you, a Mrs. Wicked Pen”. What a fun and interesting meeting that could be, hosting her in the conference room where she had let Tink and Lilly play out Darrin’s/his fantasies. He watched Candy leave and thought about Lilly. Candy was blonde, but otherwise her figure was Lilly. She had a body designed by Playboy, the old, fun, Playboy, and an exceedingly good month at that. The resemblance stopped there. She was very professional as was Rick. But he couldn’t remember if he had ever mentioned her to Wicked, as it was uncanny how Lilly’s description had matched hers.

The rest of the day was long. The day finished just as frustrating as a problem with the trains made him walk out of the station and grab an Uber to make it home by 8. By the time he got home, he knew he needed to write. He was way behind on his RP’s, he was usually very responsive, but he had not responded to any all day. He had created a monster, that he was struggling to keep up with. Thank God his wife was away, and he had spent hours going back and forth on some of his shorter RP’s while continually drafting his responses to hers. He had written the new one on and off all day, but as he got home and read it one more time, he hated it. Too long, too much information, too many themes. He focused it down, but it was still probably too lengthy. He finally posted it and his other responses to her, around midnight or even a bit later.

Satisfied he had fulfilled his obligations he checked his email and his heart pounded as he saw Beth’s reply. She asked some good questions, and he needed to think of his answers, be thoughtful before replying. His head hit the sack and he was done.

Tuesdays are the antithesis of Monday’s, he tries to work out of his home office and other than a couple of standing Board calls has great flexibility in his schedule. He had been exhausted, woke up early, and responded to a few roleplays that were a fun format, generally three to five lines, no more, succinct but as compelling as you could move the story along. He liked writing in different styles, some he had greatly enjoyed, like that one, certainly what he wrote with wicked, others had been more difficult, but he liked the challenge tailoring his writings to different co writers styles presented.

When he finally rolled back over, she had posted “The Family…”, and she was at her nasty, filthy best. Instant hard on, and fully gratifying. Then he read MA and they went back and forth. He had made his character try to be a bit romantic, sweet, and he had pushed back hard. She almost always did, it was like she wanted no part of a man showing emotion or caring for a woman. Any carnal lust terrific, but an emotional bond…OH NO. That was where they didn’t synch, for Rick the very best sex had both, raw carnal desire and some emotional connection that took it even higher. Wicked, virtually never expressed that, it was desire, lust, over the top lust, unbelievably sexy, but limited to that, or so it seemed, great sex and be all end all physical reactions was as far as she wanted the characters to go. And along those dimensions, there seemed to be no limit.

He finally had time and thought he had the answers to Beth:

*******​

Dear Beth,

I am happy to hear I am already creating goosebumps, I hope to build on that shortly and take you far beyond. I understand your trepidation and private is fine. I have done a couple of role plays that way, and they are a good start. If we are going to make this realistic, it may well be the best way.

So, you were a Lilly when younger, be still my beating heart, and throbbing ….LOL

I would prefer the middle aged fantasy, however, described that way, it doesn’t sound like you find it very appealing?

I may be crossing a line here, but as we have written, my mind has pictured you and I, and letting the charity event play out differently. I realize you are happily married, so this is still a fantasy. But imagine that weren’t the case. Instead of leaving, you and I had danced, the electricity clear from the first touch…we had both resisted, but found ways we kept bumping into each other, perhaps accidental, perhaps not. We are both exploring, is there something more…even if there is, can we go there? I think that search just builds the sexual tension and the reveal could be amazing. Combine that with some of the awkwardness and conflicts the proximity of our lives can create. Maybe you or I have a big secret, and that either makes it all the more compelling or completely blows it up…the fun is as much the dance, as the reveal…and I would love to dance with you…your character that is.

As for question on Wicked. There are several aspects, almost all positive. You will find, if you do more or read more of these roleplays, that many start very strong, a really sexy idea, but once played out, where do you go. I love how she and I go back and forth, but honestly, she has, more often than not, taken the lead in creating new wrinkles, making the plot turn or at least evolve. You don’t stagnate with her. Also, and I may have said this, she writes sex like a woman with experience. I can read it in her writing, her detail, she knows what it feels like, and wants to feel it again. It comes through in her writing. There she and I are very similar. I long to feel that feeling again, and with her, I do, if only in my mind. I think in real life she is a woman I would be very attracted to, I can’t tell you exactly why, but my gut is quite sure of it and I trust my gut. Where we differ is emotion. I think feelings, real emotions enhance sex. They can kill it, but if you combine the two, it can be amazing. My attempts to have my characters feel emotional angst, human decency, perhaps more than lust, even love, have been rebuked. Maybe not completely, but I think she thinks it will make them boring, domesticated. Maybe she is right, I do love our stories and I don’t think a single of our characters have ever fallen in love.

But what if we wrote a story where we did feel more, could we keep it hot, keep being adventurous, push that sexual envelope. I don’t know, but I guess I would like to think so…

Let me turn the tide. You have now read a decent selection of my pieces with her it sounds. What do you like about my writing, my writing with her, what turns you on, what elements would you like to feel. When I write, I want to make you hot. That is not necessarily the only emotion, but it is the primary. This is called sexual role play for a reason…so let’s be sexual. Who is the secret Beth and how do we scratch her deepest, darkest itches?

If I missed anything let me know, and if you would prefer to go young, I guess we can, but if what I wrote appeals to you, let’s see how we expand that concept?

To what lies beyond goosebumps,
Rick

 

[wickedpen]

After a hot afternoon tennis match with her old friend Jenn, who also lived a similar existence with a workaholic husband and no kids Beth settled in with her laptop still wet from her shower wrapped in a towel. She read the email from Rick and sat back thinking. Was she avoiding romance and love on LIT or was she being the woman she knew men wanted? She also knew she got off being that devil may care free spirit who would take your husband in your shower while you were out looking after his ailing mother. She smiled at this. But his email had touched her deeper than that. She went to LIT to fantasize and sure she fantasized the sex, a lot. But she had forgotten how fun it was to be with someone who laughed at your jokes and wanted nothing but to spend time with you and you wanted to hear what they thought. She fantasized of sitting on the street in Paris drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes like she was twenty again and tomorrow didn't matter, because you had not seen enough of them and they had all been good. To feel a man watch you walk and know by his smile you were of value.

"This is a real downer" she said clicking on Mutual Assistance and taking to her knees as Lilly and making Darrin forget Robin with her talented mouth.

"Dear Rick,

Sounds like this Wicked Pen has some unsatisfied desires. She may just be playing a part to get men to want her. You certainly seem to be interested in her? Maybe she has forgotten what it feels like to be loved and have a mental connection and knows a physical one is quick and easy, like a junky getting a fix. Maybe she doesn't want or need anything more than the physical. Maybe she was hurt and won't risk it again?

I don't know about her but I can imagine writing something more emotional.

My character Juliette Silva would be a single woman who has worked her whole life and never made time for marriage or kids. She is tall 5'10" with a rounded figure, hips and breasts but hour glass and long toned legs from hours on her bike. She worked in finance but now manages her own money as her "job". She keeps an office in the financial district and has lunch with friends and goes out to happy hour where the traders go. Usually eats out and lives with a view of the water in a luxury apartment high above the sound of the streets. But she is lonely but few can fly in her strata. Sure, she takes a pretty young guy to Jamaica for a week and has an incredible time but it is light, shallow and meaningless. She has started to drink more than she should and stays in listening to Billy Holiday more and more these days.

What do you think? Like her? More importantly does your character?

Gotta run.
Beth"

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick opened Beth's email, and immediately realized, she had misunderstood. She had taken as criticism or a personal affront, his statements regarding Wicked. "You certainly seem to be interested in her?" Oh my god, he thought, interested, hell he was completely captivated by her. Despite being around beautiful and reasonably attainable women all day long, it was Wicked that most often captured his fantasies and imagination. She had become the composite of all of her characters, some of the most appealing and sexually stimulating women and situations he had ever seen described. But it was what was behind that. He assumed she was beautiful or at least beautiful enough. It was her mind, the mind that came up with her wicked thoughts, showed the insights into human nature, men's dark desires, that even more intrigued him. How often had he thought after reading her stories, "Who are you WickedPen? And how do I meet the real you." He wanted to see/hear her sense of humor, was she as quick witted there as she was in picking up sexual innuendo? What would she feel like dancing, at dinner, would he be as mesmerized as she had him on paper? She said she was a mouse in public, but a tiger behind closed doors. He wanted to hear that mouse, he was sure she had interesting things to say, observations, insights that deserved to be listened to, enjoyed, contemplated and responded to.

No, he wasn't dissing what she was and what she had presented, he was stating, how that had created this incredible yearning to find out, what else? Had she been hurt, maybe, the man was probably a fool. God knows there were no shortage of those. Did she only want sex? Maybe, and if so, he could adjust, on paper she was the sexiest woman he could ever imagine. But if you can have more, take it. He wanted to scream out, Wicked, I am not most men, take a chance, just trust me a little, see if you aren't rewarded, maybe then trust me more, let me show you how a man can value a woman. His mind full of thoughts, he responded to Beth, her tone had changed, he hoped it was temporary...

*******​

Beth,

I believe I have given you the wrong impression. I am not criticizing Wicked, I am just greedy and think there is more. You heard me with the bartender, she has monopolized my thoughts. Made me crave her, and in a way that Darrin or Jamie in our stories is incapable. I want the opportunity to just peel the onion a bit, because I think there is a fascinating woman in there, every bet as capable of capturing me, and making me lust after her mind, as I would her beauty and more obvious sexual charms. I want it all, and believe that it is there to be had, and if it is a function of prior bad experiences or having been hurt, show that she can have the sex she craves, and have a man who wants to hear her jokes, listen to her thoughts and enjoy her mind as well.

I agree, she also writes in a way that most men want to hear, including me. Her carnal lust and obscene descriptions completely got me, aroused me to no end and have provided hours and hours of pleasure. And if that is what we are, I would never want to give it up, but if we can be more, I want to go for that too. I am a professional risk taker, I don't just take the safe way, I have always risked what I had to have more. I probably wouldn't be writing with you now, if I wasn't like that.

I like your story, I think we could make that very sexy. She sounds beautiful and my character would love to put meaning and great sex back into her life. However, I want to be honest, I want you, the woman I met in the bar. Writing a fantasy where we are both risking it all to grab that brass ring, see if we can have it. I guess, I am getting it is more my fantasy than yours. You must have a happy satisfied marriage, and you don't find the concept of potentially cheating to get to a new level, satisfy unmet desires appealing. I am happy to write yours, but would like your reaction to mine. Could we just be us, obviously only on paper, but with the lingering thought always that this real person isn't that far away. I think that aspect would make this story very sexy, always that tension of crossing the line?

Lastly, I asked you before, what is it about my writing that most turns you on, or are there aspects you would like me to avoid, do different with us? I am sorry if I flirted too much in our last email, I found it hard not to. I would still like to see what can lie behind the goosebumps.

Your secret friend,
Rick

 

[wickedpen]

Rick,
I find the raw testosterone red blooded American male tempered with time like a fine wine the attraction. The desire to reach the peaks but not alone. You want the finest piece of meat properly prepared then an accompaniment of props to go along. You words and situations send a shiver through me like I am there. I can read into you through your characters and know you are a decent human being simply exploring, like a mental exercise. The fact you make your characters three dimensional means you are not a simple person. This is what I find attractive in your work.
I was only proposing ideas about what this Wicked woman may motivate and drive her characters. You can get a whole lot more men to pay attention with a low cut blouse than a perfect power point or well craft sonnet.
It is interesting how you feel so close to this woman. As though you know her. She may be a seventy year old widower enjoying the fantasy life she wished she had. Or a twenty something student imagining her future. Maybe she is fat or ugly or handicapped. Would any of that change your attitude? If so, perhaps she is better off keeping things physical and raw so she can hide her true self?
So you want to write a story about us? We escape, take a chance, and leave it all behind? Ignore the people we hurt. It is only a story right? Would we leave town? Or would we sneak around? Hard to have a romantic dinner at the Four Seasons without someone possibly seeing you smitten with me across the table, no?
How would this work?

Beth

 

[Homerun2611]

Beth,

Thank you for your words, I would always welcome input as to what doesn't work as well, but like anyone, I do appreciate the compliments. You pose interesting questions, and I am not sure I can honestly answer that it wouldn't matter. On paper no, but in real life, probably yes. I like attractive things, surround myself with them, it would be hard to say this would be any different.

Wicked and I have not exchanged much privately, she is not a real private message person, but the few things that she has shared make me think she is none of the things you describe. I maybe naively believe that she has been as honest with me, as I have her. However, the very basis of LIT is she could be any of those things you describe, or a man disguised as a woman. And if it were real life, would I be attracted to those in a lover, No. In real life the mental and the physical combine for me, don't they for you as well? I find may different types of women attractive, so she would not have to be specifically what she has described, and I would still be attracted to the mental, but to make a real connection, become lovers in real life, no I would need the physical too. Perhaps that is superficial, I prefer to think of it as reality.

As for our story, we have many avenues that I can introduce you to. However, part of the fun, probably is sneaking around, the offchance you might get caught. There are private clubs that I belong to and can take you to, restaurants with private access and dining, five star hotel chains that I have on account and do not require check in to access my room, just a private code. Travel would be fun and we can do that to, the jet is shared, not mine, but discretion is paramount there too. I have to deal with many sensitive issues and situations requiring the highest levels of discretion in what I do professionally, leveraging that network of options, solely for the purposes of a tryst with a beautiful woman would be no issue.

Do I take it from your question that my suggestion is gathering your interest? I do not want to hurt anyone, this is a fantasy to have something different, satisfy unmet needs and desires.

Rick

 

[wickedpen]

Rick,
I started a RP for us. Might as well try.
Beth

She posted a link to a story called "Random Chance"

Liz a thirty five year old housewife has decided to make a change in her stable upper middle class secure life. She had begun a relationship with a man online where they share their inner most fantasies and now she is going to take it to the next step.
Liz was wearing a light blue sundress with diamond studs and a string of pearls. She packed a small over night bag, went to the bank and withdraws $8,000 cash and then heads her convertible black BMW westward. Towards the home of the man.
On the drive she calls her husband and says "Robert, I am leaving. I took eight grand and the BMW. Thanks" and hung up. She knew this would crush his idealized view of his life but she did not care. It was done and now she sped towards her destiny.
It was 3pm on a Friday and she knew he worked from home on Fridays usually writing obscene stories with her.
She pulled into the driveway of the mansion and drove to the front door like she owned the place. She got out and went to the door and rang the doorbell.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick hadn't heard from Beth in a day or two, and wondered if she still wanted to move ahead. It had been a tough couple of days, but Beth’s message reenergized him.

*******​

Dear Beth,

I couldn’t find the link, so I have written my response below. I really like what you did though, it is very sexy. I see you basically made yourself Wicked, describing your looks and situation and combining that with hers and my history. That is sexier to me than you can imagine, and really brings this fantasy to life. You are a beautiful woman, but if I am playing me, I would never leave my wife or my life for a woman who is just beautiful. No, it the combination of a woman who I find very attractive physically, with the mental connection of the fantasies we have shared in our stories that would tempt me to put everything I had at risk. The temptation would be incredible live that fantasy, and run away with the woman of my dreams.

Here is my response, we can edit it in to your link when I can access it...

- Rick

Rick was 46, he had just gotten home. He normally enjoyed relatively free Fridays, but with the holiday weekend coming up he had to go into the office to meet with a new employee. He had missed not writing stories to her, but she had not posted the last few days on their stories, and he feared something was wrong. Little did he know, she was contemplating changes, that he might have fantasized about, but never dreamed could be reality.

He had let the office start Labor Day weekend early, closing the office at lunch, but he had things to finish. He was home at two o'clock, the house was empty and he had just opened a beer to begin to enjoy the holiday. Friends would be coming over later.

He was looking out the Window when he saw the Black BMW drive in quickly, driving up his large circular drive and stopping at their entrance. The woman was stunning, but at first, he didn’t recognize her…”Liz?” He had met her briefly at a recent charity event, the proverbial “beautiful woman alone at a bar”.

She had overheard him talking about his other secret life, the woman he shared fantasies with, the woman he fantasized about…she had given him her email with the thought they might write together, roleplaying sounded fun, they had discussed potential concepts…Hmmm, what was she doing here?

He heard the doorbell opened the door to his home, she was smiling at him, but it was a wicked grin. “Liz, what a pleasure to see you in person again, you look fabulous, is there something I can help you with?”

 

[wickedpen]

Liz had waited years for this moment. The moment when imagination and flesh met.
"I am WickedPen!" she blurted out. Her body had been seething with desire all afternoon. She was giving it all away for something unknown.
She watched Rick's face as the words took a few moments to register.
"I am running away. Come with me and we can live the stories." she said as the reality of his commitment to this idea she had generated like a crazy person began to settle on her.
She stepped forward and grabbed his big masculine hand, just as she imagined it on her neck. "Do it Darrin, take me, run away with me" she said gently pulling at his hand.
"I let my husband and everything behind. Come let me model for you on Rodeo drive or just lay naked with you in a cheap Mexican hotel on the beach. I promise fantasy will become real." she says as her last attempt, feeling the dream of escaping her real life slipping through her thin pale fingers like the sand on that Mexican beach. She looked down as tears began to well in her eyes.

 

[Homerun2611]

Rick read her post, and a million fantasies ran through his head, hadn't he wanted this very moment? When she had first handed him the note, and he had looked at her lean, spectacular figure. Growing up, one of his favorite movies was Risky Business, one of Tom Cruise first movies. He played a kid in the wealthy norther suburbs of Chicago, not unlike where Rick lived now. He is put in a variety of sexually compromising situations, where ultimately he is told, "Joel, sometimes you just have to say, what the fuck? And go for it." This was his what the fuck? moment, and his character would know what he wanted to do...

*******​

He opened the door, and before she even entered, ignoring his greeting completely, "I am WickedPen!" She spoke after that, but he didn't really hear her. Your WickedPen! The woman I had fantasized about ever since meeting her in the bar, is the actual woman I have been fantasizing about for months. That is crazy, is she crazy, did she read our stories and decide she was WickedPen, my WickedPen? Liz had weeks to think about this moment, the big reveal, Rick had seconds. He had just been hit with a Mike Tyson punch, and he was reeling. All the implications of her statement came crashing down on him. Be careful what you wish for as you just might get it.

But then he thought, he had wished for this, hadn't he, despite all the disclaimers of respecting his wife and loving his children, hadn't this been his fantasy, his dream. But was it really her, he had to know. He suddenly grabbed her around the waist, the door still open, anyone walking by could see. He took her and he kissed her, not like a first kiss, getting to know each other, tender and probing. No, he kissed her like a woman you have made love with in virtually every way possible. Her mouth opened her tongue found his and welcomed him in, he felt her firm slim waist and he was suddenly as hard as Darrin or Jamie had ever been.

He broke the kiss, and this time he gently held her check in his palm, holding her face so he could look directly into those beautiful eyes, "It is you, isn't it?" She looked up, the tears still in her eyes, but she gently nodded, and looked at him. All he could do was smile, "Why the tears, did you think I could ever say no to you?"

 

[wickedpen]

"You drive" she said as she ran to the car pulling his hand. She threw him the keys and he was next to her in the car and pulling away. She smiled over at hm and reached for what she had written about so much, his cock was rock hard. She had his pants open and cock out before we reached the interstate and be the time we were at the speed limit she was bobbing up and down on it.

Snapping back to reality she said "you will come, right now with me?"

 

[Homerun2611]

FUUUUCK, it was better than he thought, he had grabbed a bag and packed a few things. In a blur without thinking, he pressed the accelerator on the BMW and took off with his fantasy woman. He hadn't thought about tomorrow, he hadn't thought about five minutes from now. He just felt so hard, so alive, just like she had made him feel so often. She smiled, but then was all action, my raging hard cock out of my pants and in her gorgeous mouth. "Mmmmm', he groaned as he ran his fingers through his tightly trimmed brown hair.

"you will come, right now with me?" At first he thought cum, yes that was inevitable, he couldn't remember being this horny, then he realized what she was asking. Only one thought came to his mind, the rest he would figure out later, "where do you want to go, just tell me where?"