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I woke up crying again this morning. I had another dream about Ben. The man I was with for almost two years. The man I planned on spending my life with. It wasn't an ordinary relationship. I met him online and we became fast friends. Talking day after day about anything and everything.The main problem with this relationship was that I am married. Ben lived in a different country so there was never a real physical relationship, but after talking about what we liked sexually and we really got to know each other he talked me into adding Skype to my computer."I just want to see your beautiful face and really get to talk to you," he said. I finally gave in and we started having "dates". Needless to say we did a lot more than talk. At first, I was very shy. We talked for about ten minutes before he finally asked me to see my tits."Please baby, I love them. I really want to see more than the pictures you sent me." He could talk me into anything, so I slowly slid my shirt off, showing him my bra. He smiled and said, "Oh baby, please take that off, you are so beautiful." Of course, thinking I was totally in love I smiled at him and pulled my bra off. Ben smiled really big and told me to touch them for him. "Make your nipples hard for me." I took my fingers and started rolling my nipples, making sure he was enjoying every minute of it. My nipples were rock hard. I was so turned on by doing this for him."Please baby, I know you are shy, but I want to see you naked." I was very unsure. I have always been shy about my body, and I didn't want to lose Ben by showing him my body."Ben, I'm not sure about that. I'm no skinny girl.""You are beautiful sweetheart, please show me your body." Those words and that smile were all it took. I pulled my shorts and panties down slowly, watching his face as I did. All the fear I had left as I seen the lust in his eyes. I know he wanted me as bad as I wanted him. I lay back on the bed and smiled at him. My pussy was starting to get wet just thinking about what I was doing. Ben stood up and pulled his pants down. kocaeli escort His hard cock stuck out, pointing straight at me. He started rubbing it telling me what he wanted to do to me."I want to suck your beautiful tits while I slide a finger in that wet pussy baby.""Oh Ben, I want you so much." "I want you too baby. Take your toy and slide it deep in there. Show me what you want me to do, please."I did as he asked. I pulled my toy out and rubbed the head against my clit, slowly working back and forth from my hole to my clit. It felt so good I almost forgot Ben was watching."Slide it in there baby, fuck that pussy." I slid it in deep and started fucking myself. Ben was stroking his cock fast now."Cum for me baby, cover that toy with your juice." I was close, but I wasn't ready. I took my other hand and started rubbing my clit. I was moaning as I felt my orgasm building. "That's it baby, cum for me," Ben moaned as I seen the first shots of cum rocket out of his beautiful cock. Seeing that was all it took and I started cumming too. My legs spread open for a man I had never met, tightening around my toy my body shaking hard as I cum. When we finished, all we could do was smile at each other. I looked into his eyes and knew for sure I was deeply in love. It made no sense but I had never felt such a connection to any man before, not even my husband."I love you, Lily," Ben said with a smile."I love you too Ben, so much." I wanted to get on a plane at that moment and fly to him right then, but it wasn't meant to be.About a year later, I found out that Ben had lied to me about so many things. He was married and had five other girlfriends besides me. Of course, I didn't find out from him. One of the girlfriends contacted me and let me know what was going on. I never heard from Ben again. He deleted his accounts and never answered any of my emails. My heart was broken. I didn't even get to say goodbye.That is why I keep having dreams and why I have spent the last two months crying."You have to get over this," my best kocaeli escort bayan friend Jean told me. She is the only one who knew about Ben and wanted to go kill him. "That asshole isn't worth your tears!""I know but I can't figure out how. I was so stupid to believe all his lies. What was I thinking?""You weren't sweetie, your husband hasn't paid attention to you in fifteen years. You were lonely and he picked up on that. The problem is you deserve better than either of them.""Thanks Jean, but I give up. I will just hang out at home and forget about what I need.""No, what you need is a night out with me! Tell your husband we are having a girls night out Friday night. We are going to have some fun.""Thanks Jean, but I don't think I would be much fun.""Shut up and get a babysitter. Your ass is going out with me."All I could do was laugh and tell her okay. Jean isn't a pushover for anything. I sent a text to my husband who I knew had plans for poker that night anyway and asked him if he thought his mom would babysit. "You know she would love that. You need to get out honey, you have been so down lately. Go have fun, but don't let Jean get you into any trouble."I kept trying to find excuses, but when Friday night rolled around Jean was knocking at my door. "Ready to go?""Not really, but lets go." I climbed into Jean's little sports car wondering what the hell I was doing. We stopped at a little diner not far from my house and ate. Jean was so excited."What are you up to?" I asked her."Who, me?" she asked back with a big grin on her face. "Nothing my friend, just excited for some fun. It has been way to long since we went out.""I know, we will have to change that." We climbed back in the car and headed down the street to the local country bar. "Take a drink of this," Jean handed me the flask she had in center console. "Why not, I am going to let loose and enjoy this." I took a big drink and almost choked. It was strong! "What the hell is that?""Just some homemade moonshine," Jean replied. I could feel the burn izmit escort all the way down my body. We pulled into the parking lot and made our way to the door. I was starting to loosen up by the time we made it to the bar and got ourselves another drink. We found a table close to the dance floor and started people watching, well I guess I should say man watching."Damn, he is fucking hot!" Jean said a lot louder than she should have. The guy turned and grinned at her. The next thing I know she is up there dancing with him. I finished my drink and started to head to the bar for another one. About the same time, the waitress put a drink on my table."This is from the guy over there." I turned to see who had sent it. There was a man on the far side of the bar. I couldn't see his face, just his outline. "Please tell him thank you." She walked over to him and said something to him. About that time I received a text from my husband. "Hope you are having fun! Love you!""I am, thank you and love you too!" I text him back. Sometimes he can act so sweet, but he is so clueless. He has no idea how he makes me feel sometimes. Like I am just another piece of furniture in the house. I was finishing my drink when the waitress came back. "He asked me to give you this." A folded up napkin was dropped in front of me. I opened it to find a small note "You are beautiful, please text me." His number was underneath.I guess the drinks were kicking in, because I pulled out my phone and said, "Hi, thank you for the drink.""You are welcome,""I am married, just out with my friend for a fun night.""It's okay, so am I. I have a wonderful wife, I just stopped in for a drink. When I seen you I couldn't resist sending you a drink.""I appreciate that, but if you have a wonderful wife, shouldn't you get home to her?" I asked."She is out with her friends tonight having a girls night of her own. I'm not ready to go home just yet.""I understand that. This is silly to text, would you like to come over here and sit so we can talk?" I thought he had left it took so long for him to answer me back."I can't, not yet." I thought that was a weird answer, but I was half way drunk and didn't care that much anyway. Jean came over to get a drink. "What are you doing playing on your phone instead of dancing?" I handed her the napkin.