Never Too Late to Play: The Profile 5

Chapter 5

“What about this one?” Stephen said. They were in bed. He was on his phone, she was reading her book. “‘Just read your profile. And by read, I mean I jer—’”

“No thank you.”

“He attached a photo. Want to see? Wow!”

“Didn’t we specify no dick pics?” Julianna set her book down. “Let me see your phone.”

The profile had been live for less than a week, and already they’d been flooded with comments and messages. The first few, they’d read together. That lasted about ten minutes. When it became clear what the sheer volume of messages was, coupled with the low quality of those messages, Julianna had delegated the screening of men to Stephen, who’d happily taken on the task.

He passed the phone to her. She took one look at the man’s erection and laughed. “Why do men send stuff like this? Is that supposed to make me excited?”

“Maybe he intends it to be flattering? Like, ‘look how hard you make me.’”

“A penis isn’t really inherently sexy, though. It’s not all that pleasant to look at, like a pair of boobs—”

“You like looking at boobs, do you?”

Julianna rolled her eyes. “I appreciate the beauty of the female form. And the man’s form, for that matter. If this guy had sent me a pic of his chiseled chest and eight pack abs, maybe I’d respond.”

“Really?”

“Plus something more thoughtful than…” She glanced at the message and read the rest of it aloud. “‘And by read, I mean I jerked off all over the phone onto that hot bod of yours.’” She snorted. “Also, no way this guy has an eight pack.”

She handed the phone back to her husband and went back to her book.

There were a lot of messages to sort—like a fire hose of them, too many to truly parse. Stephen set himself the task, but even he found himself scrolling through and rejecting almost all of them without a second’s thought.

Then there was the problem with how to direct them to Julianna. The app had a messaging platform, but even with all the pre-screening, he knew it would just be too much for Julianna. They were so close to a breakthrough, he didn’t want to spook her off with a tsunami of dick pics.

“How about a Kik account?” he suggested one day.

“What’s that?”

“An encrypted messaging app. I could connect you and pre-screened guys on there to chat with.”

He held his breath, waiting for the inevitable, You really are serious? question that came from her. But this time, after a moment of pause, she simply said, “Okay, that sounds like a good idea. Seems safe.”

The relief that Stephen felt was sweet and uplifting.

“I’ll need to come up with a fake name.”

“Definitely,” he said, encouraged that she was thinking this through. “What about ‘Julia’?”

“Yeah. They’ll never suspect that.”

“‘Jules’?”

She laughed.

“‘Anna’?”

“How about just ‘Ana,’” she said, as in aww-na. “You think I look like an Ana?”

Stephen set the phone down and rolled onto his side. Reaching out, he ran his hand along her body, feeling the heat of her skin beneath the thin cotton of her pajama top.

“Ana,” he said, weighing the name as he spoke. “It’s sophisticated, vaguely Eastern European. I think of darker hair…” He reached out and threaded his fingers through her locks, the reddish hue shimmering in the lamplight amidst her otherwise dark waves. He touched her neck. “I think of soft skin and a lean, slender body….” He shimmied closer to her, until her body grazed his. “Yes, I do think that you could pull off ‘Ana’. Better than ‘Julia’, honestly.”

“My mom called me Julia.”

“Exactly.”

Julianna laughed.

Stephen kissed her, already thinking about what this meant—what “Ana” meant. Ana wore slinky dresses on dates with attractive strangers. She was interested in no-strings-attached encounters. She had a flair for the mysterious and was drawn to the illicit.

When Julianna kissed him back with the same passion that he was feeling, Stephen knew that she was thinking about it too. When she reached down between his legs and found him hard, it was game on.

They tugged at their pajamas, kissing and caressing, momentum growing with each touch, with each new expanse of skin exposed. Julianna was wet, her smooth skin glistening with excitement as he ran his fingers down her landing strip and across her bare lips. He pressed two inside, and she bucked against his wrist. Her eyes, he noted, were closed.

“Ana, I’m so happy you met up with me,” he whispered. It felt awkward to say at first, but when she moaned softly, he was encouraged. “You’re even more beautiful than your photos.”

She groaned. He kissed her neck and moved down, working on her breasts. Her nipples were hard, thickening as he tongued them. Her fingers worked across his bare scalp and rubbed his ears, the way she always did when she was excited.

But he wanted to push this fantasy further. Rather than go down on her, then climbing over her for a quick fuck, he rolled her onto her stomach, and pulled her hips up. He loved Julianna’s ass, caressing her round cheeks as she got her knees under her and spread her thighs.

“Fuck, Ana, you’re so hot,” he groaned.

She really was, and his hard dick was proof. Moving forward, he slid into her with ease, her pussy silky and snug around his shaft.

“Uh,” she groaned, quickly swallowing her moan to stay quiet—a habit from all the years with Garrett living in the house.

“Let it out, Ana,” he said, lowering his voice, edging it with a rough growl. He wasn’t her husband. He was the Other Man now. “You don’t have to hold back with me.”

Stephen held his breath, ready for her to laugh at him. A laugh did emerge, but it quickly broke into a cry of ecstasy. He clutched her hips, digging his fingers into her skin, and began to fuck her.

Her fingers grabbed the bedsheets as she began to moan, heaving in short, tight gasps. Stephen took her harder, driving forward, their skin slapping wetly.

He pounded into her mercilessly, his cock stretching her tight pussy with every brutal thrust. Julianna cried out, the illicit pleasure of being ravaged by another man overwhelming her senses. Their skin slapped. She wasn’t trying to stay quiet anymore.

“That’s it, Ana. Scream for my cock.” It wasn’t a thing that he’d ever said to her, but he wasn’t himself. And when he did say it, he felt her pussy clench around him involuntarily, spurring on his own dirty talk.

“Yes, oh god, yes! Fuck me harder!” Julianna screamed, throwing her ass back to meet Stephen's thrusts. The bed shook violently beneath them as he rammed into her again and again, his balls slapping against her clit with each forceful stroke. Sweat slicked their bodies, their labored breathing and lewd grunts filling the room.

“That’s it, Jul—Ana! Scream for it. Take it!”

“Uh, yes!”

He felt her fingers between her legs, playing with her clit. It spurred him on. He rocked into her, fighting for control of her hips as he took her. She was definitely fully bought in. There was no doubt that right then and there, she was with someone new.

It sent a wave of jealous excitement through his whole body. He hesitated a moment before giving in to the urge to grab her, to punish her. He reached out, his fingers tangled in Julianna’s thick hair, gripping tightly near the roots. With a firm tug, he arched her back, eliciting a gasp that morphed into a moan. “That’s it, give yourself over to me completely,” he found himself ordering.

Amazingly, she went with it, throwing her head back and screaming.

Stephen’'s grip on Julianna’s hair tightened as he felt his climax approaching. His hips moved faster, pistoning in and out of her slick heat with increasing urgency. Julianna’s cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath him.

“I’m close,” he grunted. “I want you to come with me, Ana. Touch yourself, make yourself come all over my cock.”

Julianna’s hand worked her clit harder between her legs, rubbing frantically. Her inner muscles began to spasm around him, milking his length. Stephen threw his head back with a roar as his orgasm crashed over him. He slammed deep inside her one last time, pulsing jets of hot cum painting her insides. They collapsed onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, chests heaving as they rode out the aftershocks of their mutual release.

Stephen spooned up behind Julianna as she came down from the high of their intense sex. In the aftermath, he started to worry that he’d gone too far, and as he always did, started to compose an apology.

Before he could, though, Julianna said, “That was fun.”

She twisted around so that she was face to face with him. She was smiling, his own apprehension reflected back in her beautiful features. He brushed her hair off of her sweaty brow. “I’m sorry I pulled your hair.”

“You’ve never done that before,” she said. “I… I didn’t hate it.”

“Really?”

Julianna glanced away, flushed, before forcing her to meet his eyes again. “It’s not something I would have asked for, but yeah, I kind of liked the roughness. More than I expected.” She winced. “Is that terrible?”

“It’s beautiful,” he said, knowing that was completely the wrong word to describe it, but his brain was all tied up. “I love that.”

“What?”

“That you’re still discovering new things about your own desires.” He licked his lips, hesitating before moving the conversation back to the hotwife fantasy. “You think maybe the profile, and those guys, have something to do with it?”

“The guys you’ve shown me? No.” She laughed. Stephen felt disappointment settle over him before she added, “But the idea that maybe someone’s out there kind of, maybe, sort of is exciting?”

“‘Kind of, maybe, sort of’? I’ll take it.”

Julianna giggled. “I don’t want to get your hopes up or anything, Stephen, but I am having fun with this. Even if it seems like I’m not. It just goes against everything that I’ve ever believed in. When we got married, that was it. That was the end of the line when it came to romantic relationships.”

“Time out. I’m not a ‘romantic relationship’ anymore?”

She knew that he was just kidding around. “You’re so much more than that, Stephen. You know that.”

“You know there’s a difference between ‘romantic’ and ‘no strings’ kinds of relationships, right?”

She ran a finger along his chest. “Oh, I remember…”

Stephen shivered, his cock twitching back to life. Aiden, the photographer, jumped to mind. He wondered how many others there had been.

“Anyway,” she went on, refocusing them. “After we got married, I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. Not just ready, but excited. Thrilled. I still am. I’ve found my one.”

“I know.”

“But I won’t lie, just the possibility that the door isn’t entirely closed is pretty… stimulating.”

Her confession got him going even more, but he kept his mouth shut, nodding for her to continue.

“So let’s just say that I’ve got an open mind, alright? Just… find me someone more interesting than a hairy dick pic.”

“That’s quite a task, but I’m up for it.”

She caressed his face. “Oh, I know you are.”