Mary took a deep breath as she checked her reflection in the mirror, trying to calm her nerves. Despite the sting of guilt she felt as the light caught her wedding ring, the wetness growing between her legs was impossible to ignore. She looked good. The months of training at the gym had paid off. And if her husband didn’t notice…was it her fault that other men had?
It all really started the night of their anniversary. Mary was tired of the silent neglect, tired of the lack of romance, of the lack of passion. So, she had tried to do something about it. She went to the mall during her lunch break and bought a new slutty lingerie set. She spared no expense. Black high heels, fishnet stockings. A black thong that was barely thicker than a string of floss. A corset style bralette that was just a tad too small for her, causing her breasts to practically spill out. She had even done her hair in pigtails for him, had spent an hour getting her makeup just right. She was so full of confidence, so sure this would work.
When she stepped into his home office, he didn’t even turn around from his desk. She coughed, trying to get his attention. He sighed in that annoyed way of his, and turned to look at her.
“What do you…oh…” he saw her, but she could tell he didn’t really see her. Barely letting his gaze linger on her for more than a second, he turned back to his laptop.
“Not tonight, Mary,” he told her. “Mr. Simmons said he needed this report ASAP.”
And that was that. Mary fought back tears as she made her way to the bedroom, suddenly feeling so foolish for even having tried. She poured herself a glass of wine and opened her phone.
She knew that Reddit had a sinister reputation. One of her friends had caught her husband cheating on the app, and had shown Mary all of the nasty filth she found on his profile, all of the smut hiding just under the surface on the platform if you knew to go to your settings and allow NSFW content. While Mary’s friend was horrified…Mary herself was just intrigued.
She had lurked on the app for a while, never daring to actually post. That all changed the night. She downed her wine for courage, and took a few photos in her lingerie.
“Hubby didn’t seem interested tonight…” she captioned her picture, before taking a deep breath and hitting “post.”
The reaction was instantaneous. Comment after comment, message after message. The sudden rush of attention was like a drug for her. She didn’t realize how pent up her husband’s neglect had made her. She started chatting with a few strangers, downing more and more wine as she toyed with her body, letting random perverts say the filthiest things they could think of to her. She found herself encouraging them, agreeing with them. She found herself turned on by things that she knew would shock her friends, things she knew her husband could never dream up in his darkest dreams. She lost track of how many times she came that night.
The next morning, she told herself that it was a “one and done” experience. She even deleted her Reddit account. But as the days went by and her husband continued to ignore her, she couldn’t get that night out of her mind. So she made a new account. Made new posts. Made new friends.
Mary looked at herself in the mirror again, wearing the same lingerie set she had put on for her husband that night, and slowly started to touch herself as she remembered her first time connecting with…Him.
At this point, she had been posting and chatting with strangers for months. Most of the men she connected with were the same. Same fantasizes, same average cocks, same neediness. And then, one day as she was leaving the gym, a new chat request came in.
Mary could tell immediately that he was different. He was so intelligent, so creative, so depraved. His cock was a monster. So thick it looked like she would need both hands to properly wrap around it. So long that is stretched far past his belly button. The things he said to her, the way he said them…his attention was a drug. Mary found her sexuality being dragged to depths of perversion that she didn’t even know were possible just a few months ago.
She was so under his spell that she even broke the most important rule of Reddit safety for him: never show your face. She pulled her thong to the side, admiring her freshly waxed pussy, and slipped a finger insider herself slowly as she recalled that night.
He had worn her down. He was inside her head. When he told her he wanted to see her face (as many men had unsuccessfully tried before) she didn’t even bother trying to tell him no. She bent over her bathroom sink, pulled out her tits for him, and smiled for the camera. She sent the picture and then…nothing. No response. A million thoughts ran through her head. Did he think she was ugly? Did he not want her as his cheating little pet anymore? The truth was more…complicated.
While frantically refreshing her Reddit app, Mary’s phone dinged with the notification of a text message. It was Mr. Simmons, her husband’s boss. They had exchanged numbers at the company holiday party last year, but he had never texted her before.
“Hello, Mrs. Johnson. I have a quick question for you, if that is alright”
Mary was puzzled. Perplexed. Distracted.
“Hello Mr. Simmons…what can I do for you? Is this about Dave?”
“Well…yes and no. I’m just curious how he would react if he knew what a filthy, cheating little slut his wife has been behind his back”
Mary stared at the phone in stunned silence, not sure if what she was reading was real, or a nightmare come to life. Then he started sending the screenshots.
Pictures she had posted and then deleted the next morning after coming to her senses. Comments she had made on other people’s posts. And the picture she had just taken, the chat log of her interactions with him.
“It was you this whole time?!” She texted him, her hands shaking in fear and sudden arousal.
“I had a feeling it was you on the other end,” he responded, “but it wasn’t until tonight that I was certain. I knew Dave was pathetic, but knowing he is neglecting a perfect, depraved little whore like you is just unacceptable.”
She was used to this from him, the delirious mix of degradation and praise. But somehow, it coming in through a text to her actual number…the barriers between her secret online life and the real world were crumbling around her. The rush of fear, of arousal, hit her like a freight train. She began typing back to him like a woman possessed. She felt like she was outside of herself watching as some new person…some new slut, had taken control of her body.
“You’re right, sir. He is pathetic. He doesn’t even know what to do with me. He couldn’t keep up with the slut I am now, couldn’t keep up with the slut you turned me into.” She leaned back in her bed, spread her legs and started to rub her clit through her panties, creating a visible wet spot as she hit send, holding back her moans as she saw the indication that he had read it.
“And here I was worried you’d try to lie, try to tell me that it wasn’t really you behind that profile. That it wasn’t you getting off to my fantasies, showing off your perfect cheating body for me, saying all of those filthy things to make me and all those other perverts on Reddit cum.”
Mary moaned as she rubbed herself faster, her secret shame staring her in the face. She typed back with one hand, her other too occupied.
“I can’t deny what I am for you, sir. Your perfect, deranged little cheating slut. Although…I can pretend to fight back if you like. To resist. I haven’t forgotten your dirty little blackmail fantasy…”
She fought against the urge to cum right then and there as she hit send…but she never came without his permission on Reddit, and she wasn’t about to start now. Mary moved her hands up from between her legs, and pulled out her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples as he texted her back.
“Listen here, you little slut. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, or else your husband is going to receive and email with all of this evidence attached to it. If you don’t want him to see what his innocent wife has been up to behind his back, then you’re going to follow orders.”
Mary smirked as she texted back, playing along.
“No no no! Please, Mr. Simmons, please Sir. I’ll do anything, I swear. Just please don’t tell my husband anything! It would ruin my life, my family, my marriage. I’ll do…I’ll do whatever you want to buy your silence.”
The most fucked up part about all of this, Mary thought, was that what she said wasn’t a lie. Her husband’s boss could ruin her life now if he wanted to. The thought alone threatened to push her over the edge.
“I suppose we can come to some sort of arrangement…”
That was just a few days ago. Mary came back to the present, her dirty reverie melting away as she pulled her thong back into place. She slipped into the black dress, concealing the filthy lingerie she was wearing underneath, the lingerie she originally purchased for her husband, and now was wearing eagerly for his boss. She checked her reflection one more time, satisfied, as the doorbell rang.
“I think your boss is here, baby,” she called to her husband down the hall. “Time for our little dinner party.”
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