She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She was, after all, happily married, and she took her responsibilities in that line seriously. There was no way she was ever going to do anything that could damage her family. However, everyone needed a bit of excitement now and again, and one day she’d stumbled across a site on the Internet where people could find friends. Sexy friends.

She’d thought about it for a few days, going back to have a look, see what was going on. She wasn’t unhappy with her sex life, but there was a feeling that there must be more that what she had. Many people on the site were after sex, pure and simple, with men, women and couples, and they weren’t shy about advertising the fact. That wasn’t what she wanted however. She just wanted someone to talk to. Someone with an imagination. And after a few months of weeding out the dickheads and dick pics, she’d found someone. Someone who could listen to her, and write for her in a way that made her tingly in all the right places. A sexy friend, in fact. And oh, could he write – she’d had to become adept at using the computer with one hand between her legs, teasing herself until she shuddered to a climax. And she was sure that he was doing something similar on the other end of the network connection…

And now she had agreed to meet. Not for sex. Oh no. That would never happen. But, having spent months getting to know each other, it seemed silly not to meet, to take the chance to sit opposite him and look into his eyes, to laugh with him. As a friend. A friend who knew nearly all of her sexy secrets, sure, but just a friend...