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Erin walked out of their bathroom in the new lingerie Landon had bought for her and thought back over the course of the evening. She hadn’t planned on tonight being like this, but then again she often never did. Landon usually was the one to come up with these nights, it seemed like his brain worked overtime to come up with different scenarios to seduce his wife.

The evening before they had made love slowly and gently, nothing wild at all; as was usually the case during the week. Erin had so much to concentrate on with work that it was hard for her to let go of that and turn in to the wild sexual goddess that she sometimes became. Landon was always very understanding about it and never pushed her for more when he knew that her mind was occupied. Erin had just wanted to be close with her husband the night before, and so they had made love slowly with Landon on top of Erin pumping slowly within her. Landon went slow and softly kissed Erin’s neck and whispered how much he loved her into her ear.

It had been just what Erin wanted and she had a couple of satisfying orgasms. Not ones that woke the neighbors with her moans of pleasure or anything, but ones that definitely felt good. A few moments after he last one Landon caught his breath and pumped his cum deep within Erin’s womb. Her fertile time for the month had passed and she loved having the feel of just him deep within her when she could.

After they made love Landon drew Erin a bath and then they went to sleep holding each other. Tonight had been totally different, and Erin was loving it.

Landon had mentioned that since it was Friday evening they should go out to dinner as they had breakfast earlier that morning. Erin had agreed and told him to choose a place for the evening. Erin was then out the door and off to school where she had yet another full day.

Landon didn’t go to work until sometime later and it always left him time to plan things more carefully. As he finished his coffee and read the morning paper his thoughts drifted towards the evening. Where should they go? Probably someplace they had been before, on Friday nights everywhere was busy, but one of their regular places could find them a table without much difficulty.

But Landon’s mind was on other things as well. He loved any type of sexual activity with Erin, but she knew that he loved to see her cutting loose and letting that sexual goddess emerge from its cocoon. He didn’t try to force the issue during the school year because Erin was usually so occupied with work and he didn’t want her to feel guilty. But every now and then he needed to make her cut loose and feel how incredibly sexy she truly was. So Landon put down his paper and went about making plans. He knew that this evening would be one where Erin definitely enjoyed herself.

Erin hadn’t given too much thought to the note that she found on the coffee table when she got home that afternoon. Landon was always leaving her notes and often wanted to see her wearing skirts since he loved her legs so much. The note had said: “My love, Rest for awhile this afternoon, I know that it’s been a hard week. I’ve made a reservation at out favorite little tapas place for 7:00. I was thinking we should make this a date night, I got dressed up for dinner before I left for work and I’d like for you too as well. I’ll be home around 6:15 or so and I cannot wait to see you. Love, Landon.”

Erin had folded the note over and went to their bedroom. She stretched out on the bed and thought about what she might wear that evening. She had plenty of time before she needed to get dressed so she drifted off to sleep, thinking about her nice quiet dinner with her husband.

Erin woke with a start well over an hour later. It was almost 5:45 now and Landon would be home soon. She figured that she should get ready and went off to have a quick shower. As the water cascaded down over her she reached for her razor and shaved her legs and trimmed up her pubic region. She liked having just a small tuft of pubic hair she knew that Landon did as well. He had been so excited when she showed it to him for the first time.

She toweled off and wandered to their closet to figure out something for the evening. She knew that she would wear a skirt to make Landon happy, hence why she shaved her legs. She pulled a few options out and held them up to her in the mirror but nothing seemed quite right. She then grabbed her trusty black skirt with the slit in the back and knew that it would be fine for the evening. She decided to dress a little more feminine tonight and paired two camisoles together, a teal and baby blue which seemed to go great together. She put on some cute little black heels and went to go put on a little make-up.

It was about that time that she heard the door open. She called out to Landon that she was in the bedroom finishing getting ready. She didn’t hear him respond but did hear crossing the room towards where she was at. She continued applying her make-up and looked up when he came in the room.

Erin’s first thought was “Wow!” when Landon came in the room. He was wearing a pinstriped pair of navy blue pants with a maroon button-up shirt and a powder blue t-shirt underneath. The pants fit very snugly and since he had lost weight Landon looked more rugged and handsome than he ever had before. She walked over to say to hug him hello but Landon motioned for her to sit down on the bed instead. After she settled down on the mattress she looked up and Landon had a devilish grin on his face.

“What are you up to you gorgeous man?” Erin smiled and looked him up and down again. Yes, they would certainly make love again tonight after they got home from dinner; her pussy was growing moist just thinking about it.

“I have an idea for the evening. I went shopping this afternoon after cutting out of work a little bit early and I wanted to give you some presents if you wouldn’t mind.” Landon had a bag in his hand, but Erin hadn’t really noticed it before. But she was all for getting presents. She nodded okay and Landon continued.

“This is something I’ve been wanting to get you for awhile. I’ve seen it online a few times and this morning I thought why not? I went by the store and bought it, and I’d like for you to wear it tonight.” And with that Landon opened the bag and pulled out a plastic package. Erin hadn’t been sure what it would be until she caught a glimpse of it.

It was a sex toy, something that was not unusual at all with Landon and Erin. Some men were threatened by plastic toys; Landon found that it only turned him on more to see his wife with something like it. He was always the one pushing the envelope with the toys and Erin was always a bit hesitant until she tried them and wondered how she could have lived without it before.

This was a harness, and in the middle it had what looked like a purple butterfly. Erin looked at it more closely as Landon approached the bed and he explained what it was.

“It’s a vibrator that you can wear under your clothes. It had the straps so you can wear it like a normal pair of panties, and the butterfly’s head nestles around your clit. There’s a little tail on the end that you can see that goes inside you as well. Both things vibrate right there under your clothes.” Erin had the butterfly in her hands now feeling of it and looked at Landon who was grinning broadly again.

“I don’t see any controls on it, where do I turn it on and off at?” Erin knew that she would wear it to dinner and would be fine leaving it on when they were in the car, but once they got to the restaurant she would need to turn it off.

“It’s right here in my hand.” Landon held up a remote control and pressed the button to turn it on. The butterfly began to buzz in Erin’s hand. It was very powerful, but extremely quiet; she probably couldn’t even hear it when she would be wearing it. Now this was exciting her more, she was nervous people could hear it if it was on, but Landon had clearly planned for that. Dinner was going to be very interesting now she thought.

“Here, let me help you get it on.” Landon walked over and darted his hands under Erin’s skirt and in seemingly no time at all her panties had slipped off her body and were in Landon’s hand. Erin stood and began to step into the harness straps and pulled the toy up her body. It took her a few moments to adjust everything. She placed the tip inside her first, which felt divine, it stretched almost an inch in which would really just give her that feeling of wanting more later on that evening, and then adjusted the wings of the butterfly so that they were surrounding her clit.

After it was in place she dropped her skirt back down and looked up at Landon. He had the remote in his hand and she could see him pressing the button, and a split-second later the buzzing began for Erin. The feelings were overwhelming, her clit felt the rhythm of the wings fluttering and the little bit that was in her was buzzing as well. She closed her eyes and soaked up the feeling for a moment and then as suddenly as it began, it stopped.

Erin looked up and saw Landon’s smiling face. She was getting close to an orgasm and he could tell it. The way he was smiling she knew that he was going to tease her mercilessly before letting her release. Her pussy walls spasmed at the thought of the toy turning on and off repeatedly before she would be allowed to cum.

“One more thing before we head to dinner.” Landon said and went over to her dresser. He still had Erin’s panties in his hand and she wondered when he would give them back. Or maybe he didn’t intend to. That would be okay with Erin, she had gone panty-less a time or two before to make Landon hot. Landon opened the drawer and rummaged through for a moment before pulling out something.

“Here, put these on as well, it will make you feel even sexier than you do right now.” Landon said as he handed Erin a pair of thigh-high black stockings. This would more for him than for her she thought, but she did like the feel of nylon swishing together as they walked together, it did make her feel sexy mainly because she knew how hot Landon thought it was.

“Are you going to give me back my panties or do I need to get another pair?” Erin asked as she slid the first stocking up her leg.

“I guess so, if for no other reason than to help hold the vibrator in place. I don’t really want to give them back, but I will.” Landon smiled, sniffed the crotch of the panties and tossed them back to Erin.

Erin’s eyes got big as Landon inhaled her scent and felt herself get even wetter if that was possible, and then began to pull the second stocking up her leg when the buzzing began again. She dropped her leg almost immediately and her hands gripped the bed in anticipation. It didn’t take Erin much to cum, and tonight it would take even less more than likely. She silently prayed for the release of an orgasm, but all too quickly the buzzing died and she was left trying to catch her breath again.

It took her a moment to regain her composure; she didn’t even look up at Landon to give him the satisfaction of seeing how needy she really was and then set about putting on the stocking. As soon as it was adjusted she stepped back into her heels and looked at Landon.

“You look absolutely gorgeous my love. You’ve great color in your cheeks too, like you’ve been flushed a little bit.” Landon laughed as he teased her for a moment and Erin smiled at him before making a grab for the remote control.

Landon was too quick and pulled away before she could grab it though. “Naughty girl, we each get to play a part here, I work the controls and you wear the toy and cum over and over for me, okay?” Landon slid the remote in his pocket and wrapped his arm around his wife, kissing her on the cheek. Erin didn’t respond, she wanted the buzzing to start again, and knew that it would soon enough. They gathered their things and walked out the door to head off to dinner.

Halfway down the steps towards the car the buzzing started again and Erin had to grip the staircase as her body convulsed with pleasure. It was on a higher setting than before, which blew Erin’s mind. Her breath became very shallow and quick and her eyes were closed tightly. She knew people could walk out of their apartments right now, but she didn’t care she needed to cum. But Landon turned it off again before the moment could come and Erin was left soaking with anticipation. Landon helped her down the steps as she regained her composure and soon they were in the car.

They pulled out and started off for the restaurant. Erin looked over at Landon and pleaded, “Turn that thing on and let me come at least once or else I won’t be in a good mood the rest of the night.” Her eyes were serious and she meant what she was saying. Teasing felt great, but she needed that first orgasm to wash over her and then she could a lot more teasing, anymore of this without an orgasm and she was liable to become grouchy.

Landon knew the look when he saw it and had been planning on letting Erin cum in the car anyway, so he hit the button again and let Erin go into another world.

The buzzing began again, on high like last time and Erin shut her eyes and gripped the door handle and rode the wave. In barely anytime at all her orgasm crested over her, flooding her with waves of pleasure over and over. She might have cried out, she wasn’t sure, she lost control of her physical self for a moment, all that mattered was what was happening between her legs. She felt that waves die down and she eased her back against the seat again and slowly let herself return to normal. Her eyes opened and looked over at Landon and she realized that the buzzing was still going and she saw him grin before the next orgasm overtook her and sent her reeling once again.

Landon was glad he was at a stop sign now. When the first orgasm came he was trying to look at Erin and drive at the same time. But now at a stop sign he could sit for a moment and watch the pleasure wash over her face as she came again. As she began to come down again Landon accelerated and continued his driving, and was glad that his wife was enjoying so much. She needed this release, to let herself drift off into a purely selfish world of pleasure for awhile. He decided to let the buzzing continue until they reached the restaurant and let her have her fun for awhile.

Erin’s mind was overloaded with sensations when the buzzing continued. Her breathing was ragged and orgasms kept crashing over her; some were so intense she thought she might pass out. She had no control over herself. She was gripping the door handle tightly and her other hand pushed against the dashboard. She pushed against both as yet another orgasm overtook her. She thought she might be moaning, but she couldn’t be sure, she wasn’t sure of anything outside of her crotch at the moment.

But she was indeed being very vocal, and Landon was loving every minute of hearing it. He had turned the radio off after a few moments, when Erin’s moans had drowned out all of the music in the background. Now he was simply listening to the symphony that his wife was creating for him. Her moans would crescendo until the moment she would hit her orgasm and then they would reach their peak with her crying out so loud Landon wondered if other cars could hear.

Landon drove along, and found a parking spot a block or so from the restaurant, pulled against the curve and put the car in park. Erin did not notice any of this as her body was still convulsing in pleasure. Her moans were loud, and if anyone was on the sidewalk, they would have surely seen or heard what was going on.

And just like that, Landon shut down the power to the little piece of heaven. Erin could feel it go dormant, but still rode the last remnants of the vibration to one more crashing orgasm and cried in relief that she could think for a moment, and anguish that she had to stop.

“Come on my love, we’re here.” Landon said after he had given her a few moments to collect her bearings. Erin had resumed a more lady-like position as she had come down from her time in heaven. Her legs were no longer splayed openly in the car, but were pulled close together, and she was checking herself in the vanity mirror, making sure her clothes were smoothed out and her make-up was not too smeared.

“Okay, let’s go, but let’s leave him alone for a little bit, I don’t want to make a fool out of myself as we’re walking down the sidewalk.” Erin said as she opened the car door. Landon only smiled and walked around and gave her his arm.

Their walk was mostly uneventful. Erin’s legs were a little wobbly as she got out of the car and Landon was worried what might happen if he turned on the toy again as they were walking. So he did as she asked and they chatted a little.

“That was incredible, I don’t remember almost any part of the drive itself, all I could feel was how hot I was.” Erin whispered in Landon’s ear as they walked.

“You were hot; I will definitely tell you that. I turned off the radio; your moans were all the music I needed.” Landon said which caused Erin to flush even more if that was possible.

They arrived at the restaurant and were shown to their table. Landon had asked for a specific table, one not right up against another table, but against a wall. Erin immediately breathed a sigh of relief at seeing their table. She was scared with how close the other tables were together that if Landon turned on the toy that the other patrons might hear something.

They ordered and got some wine and as they talked some about their week, Erin lost track of what was actually in and around her glistening honey pot. That is until it sprang to life again, and Erin bumped the table with her knee as she jumped in shock.

“Oh god, that feels so good, but you have to stop please babe.” Erin hissed across the table, feeling her body reacting to the vibrations and wanting to betray her in the middle of the restaurant. Erin tried to keep a straight face, but her mouth slowly formed an o-shape and she could tell she was on the verge of losing control.

And as suddenly as it started, it ended again and Erin was left with the wanting feeling of needing the release of an orgasm, no matter where it was. She stuck her tongue out at Landon, who laughed a little bit and hit the control for just a few more seconds to tease her even more.

Landon mostly left the remote alone as their tapas came out. Landon thought there would be no better way to spoil the evening than to turn on the toy when Erin had a bite of food in her mouth and she spit it out or something to that effect in surprise. So not wanting to make his wife upset he left the remote alone until the last dish was taken away and they waited for their dessert.

Then Landon began again in earnest. Erin gripped the sides of the table and uncrossed and spread her legs a bit underneath the table as Landon let the toy do his thing. Erin’s breathing was shallow and she could tell an orgasm was fast-approaching her. Landon leaned in and began whispering how hot she looked and she tried to giggle a bit to mask what was really happening. And at that moment the orgasm overtook her and she didn’t care where she was. She did not moan or cry out, but her eyes fluttered close and she rode the waves of pleasure for what seemed like forever.

Erin could hear Landon laughing a bit as she came down off of her cloud and wondered what for, she hoped she hadn’t looked that funny as she came. But Landon was saying something about what a funny joke she told and she knew that he was covering their tracks a little bit.

Relieved Erin relaxed a bit as the vibrator went dormant again. The little guy stayed dormant throughout the rest of the meal, Erin had orgasmed in the middle of a busy restaurant, Landon figured that she couldn’t have anything more intense than that happen at the moment.

Selena was sure that Angela was right, but she was uncomfortable talking about the real world. She probably wouldn’t like Angela if she ever met her outside cyberspace. Not that it was very likely. It could be she was a mining engineer on the Moon. Or a shop assistant in Wellington. Or a customer services clerk in Denver. But she was sure she wouldn’t be the sort to hang about with Chemistry professors.

“At least Delia’s got a bed!” she said, jumping onto the huge mattress just by the window and with a view on the garden and a distant orchard. “And a pretty firm one, too!”

“It needs to be fucking firm when you’re on it!” laughed Angela, crawling onto the bed: a pale, slender, sinuous figure. “The size of your fucking boobs!” She placed a hand on Selena’s shoulder and her other cupped one of Selena’s breasts while her lips pursed on Selena’s nipple. The sensation rippled through Selena’s body, heightened as always by the preset parameters, electrifying her nerves and making her gasp. However, unlike the avatars of her own creation, Angela’s avatar had a mind of her own. It was always so much more delicious to have Angela make love to her, rather than an avatar. You never quite knew what she was going to do.

And in this case, Angela was feeling a little brutal. She bit quite hard on Selena’s huge nipple, which would nearly have choked a corporeal mouth, while her hand first stroked, then fingered and, so soon, fisted her large welcoming vagina. However, Selena was not a sub by nature, although she quite enjoyed the femme role. She liked to give quite as much as she liked to take. In real life, of course, she mostly just took when her husband ever remembered that a woman had needs too which had to be satisfied. Which wasn’t very often. But in cyberspace, as now, Selena reciprocated Angela’s passion with as much force as her cyber lover. Her fingers gripped the inside of Angela’s smooth vagina, so wet and sticky inside, and already giving off that strange musky perfume that her lover preferred around her groin. Her thumb slid into Angela’s anus, which easily opened to take the violation, and was just as slippery and wet as her cunt, with none of that slightly unpleasant smell that Selena associated with her few real-life anal intrusions. She licked Selena’s body from her long neck to her smooth vagina travelling over the flat terrain of her chest, the nipples the merest mounds on her childlike body.

All the while, she could feel Angela’s tongue, teeth and fingers caress, cajole and worry her own virtual flesh. Tugging and pulling at her huge nipples. Soaking her clitoris in saliva. Probing deep inside her vagina. She knew that Angela had the whole of her fist inside her cunt. This was her friend’s favourite activity, and she was glad that her avatar had the ability to take the strain, whilst the sensation of her pleasuring was transmitted risk-free to her corporeal senses. Her vagina was bubbling with liquid passion, which dripped down the inside of her large thighs and eased Angela’s digital penetration. She twisted around to face Angela, whose perfect, blemish-free expression beamed at her, lost in the ecstasy of their lovemaking. At that moment, she felt a flush of emotion, almost of love, but she knew better than to express this to Angela. Her virtual lover was not someone who could be described as being at all romantic. In fact, she mostly sneered at any expression of passion that was not for pure physical gratification.

But that didn’t prevent her from bursting out in cries of ecstasy that thankfully would not be audible to anyone near her in the real world. But they were certainly loud enough to anyone in the virtual world to hear, and they were mingled with Angela’s own rather less full-throated and slightly wheezy cries of passion. And the vocal accompaniment reinforced the passion and pushed the two of them to liquid ecstasy, wet and sticky and urgent, shivering and trembling with the heightened, sharpened sensitivity of their virtual selves, somehow more real than reality itself.

And then Selena became aware that she and Angela were no longer the only ones in Delia’s cottage. At first, Selena thought it was one of her avatars. Or even one of Angela’s. But as her vision recovered from her passion, and the bits and bytes reorganised themselves with clarity, she could see that it was Delia, standing rather nervously by a leather armchair, her long golden tresses flowing down over her white gown, and a face expressive of so much where in cyberspace a face normally expressed so little.

Angela also became aware of Delia’s presence, but she kept a fist inside Selena’s vagina, and placed her weight on her elbow, as she turned round to face the mistress of the home site they had entered.

“What are you doing here?” Delia asked, her dialect-free voice expressing all too well as complicated a set of emotions as those on her face.

“What does it look like, Delia?” smiled Angela. “We took advantage of your kind invitation and came to visit your home site.”

“And very nice it is too!” agreed Selena, putting a comforting arm around Angela’s sharp angular shoulders. “A very pious tribute. I just love the music.”

“That’s not the point,” Delia struggled to say. “It’s not that you’ve visited my site. And, yes, when I gave Angela my address, I was quite happy for her to visit. And you too, Selena. It’s what you’re doing here. This is my home site. I didn’t expect you to desecrate it with your… your… your…”

“‘Fucking’?” Angela remarked. “Is that what you’re trying to say, Delia? ‘Fucking’. Or is it beyond your tight-assed prudishness to use words like that? I’ve been ‘fisting’ Delia’s ‘cunt’. And it’s been fucking great! If there’s nothing I don’t like more, it’s fucking. Do you want to join in? Is that what you want to do?”

“Mary Mother of God! What do you think I am? I didn’t ask you over here so that you could insult my site. I know it’s not very professional. And I’m sure it’s not wholly to your taste. But I didn’t expect you to come here and behave in such a… such a… disrespectful manner.”

“‘Disrespectful’? You hear that, Selena?”

“Yes. I heard it.”

“If it’s so fucking disrespectful two women making love with each other. Enjoying each other’s company. Expressing the love they feel for each other.” Angela kissed Selena tenderly on her cheek. “If it’s such a ‘disrespectful’ thing, then why do you visit dyke chat rooms? What do you think dykes do when they’re not chatting? Praising the lord? Singing hymns? Reading the fucking bible?”

“Really!” exclaimed Delia. “This is too much! I can’t allow you to visit my site and behave like this. I’ll just have to ask you to leave and I’ll revoke your visiting rights. This isn’t right. You shouldn’t come into my site and talk to me like this and force me to question my values.”

“But, Delia,” remarked Selena, in a soft reassuring tone, “you surely understand that when you visit a lesbian chat room that you are advertising yourself as sort of being available to other women. That’s what they’re there for. This may not be what you’ve consciously asked for, but it must be what you secretly want. After all, why do you visit lesbian chat rooms?”

“Yeah, why?” chipped in Angela. “You some kind of peeking perv, Delia?”

Delia looked a little subdued as she regarded the naked bodies of her two visitors. “I don’t know why I have to answer questions like that.”

“But you do understand that it’s a legitimate view,” continued Selena who, despite herself was rather enjoying the discomfort she was inflicting on Delia. Would she have been so bold if she were talking to this nun in the real world? Very unlikely. But here in cyberspace, normal rules of etiquette could be so easily circumvented or ignored. Anonymity was such a wonderful thing. “You could visit plenty of chat rooms. There are very very many that do not concern themselves with lesbians or permit lesbians to meet each other. There are many more where women can meet men and men can meet women…”

Delia made a face: an expression that was curiously almost mirrored by the intensity of its disgust and aversion by that on Angela’s face. Not for the first time, Selena felt sure that the Angela in the real world was just as much a lesbian as the Angela in cyberspace. Delia shook her head. “I couldn’t go there. Not as a nun. My vows.”

“What fucking difference is there in fucking women rather than men?” Angela spat out. “Your vows aren’t that fucking gender-specific are they?”

Selena chose to ignore Angela’s outburst. “But Delia. That’s not the point. There are many chat rooms that have nothing to do with sex.” Selena knew this was true. She’d even visited a few. But they weren’t as popular as the sex or erotic chat rooms. And, as far as she was concerned, not nearly as much fun. And when she went to a chemistry or pedagogical chat room she had to select an avatar that wasn’t as sexually explicit or freakish as the one she normally adopted. That would just be inappropriate. “You could have chosen to visit a religious chat room. Or a musical one. Or one for nuns. But you choose to visit lesbian chat rooms…”

“Yeah,” agreed Angela. “Not just ‘Women Who Love Women’. I’ve heard about the other ones.”

“The other ones?” gasped Delia, with an expression akin to fright.

“Yeah, the others. You know the ones I mean.”

“Honestly, I’ve only been to that one and ‘Sapphic Literature’ and…”

“And ‘Radclyffe Hall’ and ‘Femme Fête’ and God Knows what else! You can’t shit us, Delia. You’re a fucking whore for chat rooms!”

At this, Delia suddenly burst into tears. She leaned back against the armchair, supporting her weight by the length of her arm, while her face fractured into a look of total misery. This sight fascinated Selena. She’d never seen an avatar cry before. Well, not one that was guided by Real rather than Artificial Intelligence. When Angela’s latex-dressed avatars burst into tears, Selena couldn’t really feel sorry for them. They only existed for Angela’s pleasure. And if suffering was part of her pleasure, then so be it. But here was Delia, crying and weeping in cyberspace.

Selena stood up and strode over to Delia. She put her arm around Delia’s shoulder and let her tears drip onto her still hot and sweaty flesh. A lachrymal trickle made its way down her chest and flowed over the massively contorted contours of her bosom. It felt warm and strangely pleasant. But Selena wasn’t just comforting Delia for the benefit of feeling the trickle of her tears on her flesh. She was also genuinely anxious to console her.

“Lay off, Angela!” Selena admonished her cyber lover. “You can see that Delia’s upset.”

Delia sobbed. “I guess you’re right. I have been to other lesbian chat rooms. And I’ve watched the films. And watched other women. But honestly, I just haven’t… I thought, it’s one thing to watch and another thing to…”

“Don’t worry, Delia,” said Selena softly. “We’ve all had to start somewhere. It wasn’t easy for me to begin with, you know.” She looked at Angela whom she could see was about to contradict her, but she frowned at her to indicate that she should be silent. “But after a while, the watching isn’t enough. Nor is the flirting. Then it’s time to follow your feelings. And as you know, in cyberspace nobody can hear you scream in pleasure. It’s all totally free of consequence. And therefore it’s free of guilt.”

“More’s the pity!” Angela mumbled.

Delia put her head on Selena’s shoulder. Clearly she was enjoying the heightened feelings that were available in the virtual world. Just as Selena could feel the enhanced warmth and passion of Delia’s firm soft body rather better than had they met in reality. Who was to know what the real Delia was like? Nuns weren’t necessarily pretty, but her avatar certainly was. And she was pleased to see Delia’s resistance dissolve so very quickly as she slowly undressed the woman under Angela’s prurient gaze. She watched her friend finger herself, her crotch already dripping with the juice of her earlier passion, while she let the gown fall off Delia’s body to drop gently onto the thick rug. Delia was wearing no underwear, but in cyberspace this was the sort of detail that often didn’t occur to people when they were designing their avatars. Especially when they weren’t expecting to take their clothes off very often. But Selena wasn’t convinced that in Delia’s case this was simply to do with forgetfulness as Delia had taken some care in other aspects of her body design. No exaggerated contours like Selena’s own, but rather the soft delicate lines of a Victorian nude. She had clearly enjoyed some pleasure in planning her body design. But just as clearly had no further agenda to pursue in taking the design to the extremes that Angela and Selena had with their bodies.

Selena pressed her lips on Delia’s lips, which opened quite unresistingly but nervously, uncertain as to how wide she should open her jaws, while Selena’s tongue gained access and slid across the perfect white ivories of her virtual teeth. Selena was almost disappointed to discover that Delia’s body had the default smells and tastes of avatar design: very much like the real thing but heightened ever so slightly and also a little too pure. Not like Angela and Selena, who’d manipulated so many of their tastes and smells to fit the fantasies and desires they wanted to project. But Delia was quite innocent of the further refinements available to her.

Delia responded by running her hands down Selena’s voluptuous frame, both wanting to, and frightened to, investigate Selena’s crotch; but happy to explore Selena’s nipples and breasts. Selena was delighted that Delia had so quickly cracked, but then it had almost certainly been something like this she’d been hoping for when she’d granted Angela permission to enter her site. And it was Angela now, seeing that all was going well, who appeared behind Delia and began licking her neck and shoulders with that oh! so flexible tongue of hers. Delia gasped with delight. And it was with even more delight she let the two friends guide her back onto her own bed, so firm and comfortable and large, and lay beside her, busy keeping her senses clouded with kisses, cuddles and caresses.

And it was Angela who first breached the crotch. Delia had already been emboldened by the two women’s directions to run the palm of her hand over their crotches, so smooth and hot, and even tweaked the clitoris, with a sense of wonder and nervousness, while guided by Selena’s own hand. Selena loved the feel of fingers on her clitoris, and Delia’s were deliciously long and slender. If only her husband had ever shown as much attention to her real clitoris as her cyber lovers did to her virtual one. But Delia was clearly somewhat alarmed by the reciprocation, as Angela’s tongue and fingers explored the contours and shape of Delia’s own bare crotch. Selena wondered whether Delia had left her crotch bare because it was the default for the Victorian nude model that she had adopted. Or whether, like Angela and herself, she rather liked the sensitivity of a perfectly hairless vagina. Either way, her initial response to Angela’s attentions was to sit up straight and pull herself away from Angela’s grasp.

“This isn’t right. This is a step too far. This is not only contravening my vows, but is also contravening the natural law of relations. Can the Lord God forgive me?”

Selena was startled by Delia’s sudden change. She was also worried that Delia might suddenly choose to disconnect from cyberspace and at the same time throw Angela and her out of her site. This could be very disconcerting. She had several times been dumped in this very abrupt way, suddenly dropping into her default home site with none of the comforting intermediaries as a telephone kiosk portal. This was one of the hazards of cyber-seduction. If the other person changed her mind, it was much easier to disengage than in the real world. It took some skill to prevent this happening.

However, Angela had just that skill. Whatever she thought of Delia, she would be damned if she wasn’t going to get what she thought were her just deserts after all the energy she’d put in to this endeavour.

“You have a very beautiful clitoris, you know,” Angela said kindly, turning her face towards Delia, smiling in such a sweet angelic way that no one would ever suspect the way she maltreated her avatars. “My desire for you just got to be too much. I should have asked first. In my selfishness I was thinking only of my desire and not yours. Have I your permission to at least touch your clitoris?”

Delia relented, as Angela knew she would. “Just touch it. Nothing else. And then I really must be going. It must surely be time for matins.”

‘Matins’? Selena wondered in which time zone the real Delia must be. She watched as Angela returned to her duties. Her tongue lashed and inveigled itself on Delia’s labia and clitoris. And soon Selena’s lips and tongue were there too. And soon their fingers were in. And pushing. And stroking. And scratching. And all the while, as more and more barriers were broken, Selena wondered whether Delia would realise how far she was being taken. But clearly passion was getting a hold of her. She was slippery and sweaty and sticky, as the two lovers probed and insinuated and lubricated and incited her.

And not just in the bed. As the passion took hold, they moved about the room. They made love on the rug. On the sofa. In the bathroom. In the kitchen. Under a portrait of the Virgin Mary who looked down on the three lovers with her quiet gaze of spiritual peace. Angela studied the picture, while Delia licked the smoothness of her chest and Selena’s fist pushed deeper into her anus.

“That Mary bitch set a piss poor example didn’t she?”

Delia paused in her licking, while Selena’s other hand pinched the labial folds of her crotch. “What do you mean? About the Blessed Virgin?”

Angela looked at Delia pityingly. She was about to pursue her argument further, as she’d often done when she had argued with Selena about anything which in any way differed from her view of the world, but Selena could see that this wouldn’t be a very good time to push the issue further. Selena still wasn’t done. And in any case, she wanted to see whether she’d be able to persuade Delia to open her arse as wide as she had already done her vagina.

“The Blessed Virgin Mary gives help and succour to those who need it,” Selena argued. “Just as you do, Angela, in your own very different way.”

Angela nodded. This was the sort of answer she liked. “Yeah,” she said to Selena, kissing her affectionately on her cheek. “I guess in this world we’re like Gods, aren’t we? We can do what we like. And we can enjoy ourselves however we choose.”

And just like Gods, Selena thought to herself, as she put her lips on one of Delia’s pale pink nipples, we have responsibilities and duties to our creations and the others who inhabit this world. She glanced at Angela with a slight frown. Virtual space might be empowering, but it still doesn’t absolve us of our moral and ethical liability.

“Yeah, mine too. Fried,” he said with half a laugh, still not sure if all that had happened had been real, or some imagined fantasy brought about by the likes of the eerie violent storm.

“No one would ever believe us,” Chris finally responded after a few shared moments of silence.

“Not in a million years!” Steve agreed. “Hell Chris, I’m not sure that even I believe it, and yet…you experienced it right along with me. Unless I’m sitting here dreaming all this of course.”

“But then I’d have to be dreaming it along with you,” she said laughing into the receiver. “And yet…how could it have?” she wondered, the awe in her voice clearly heard.

“I don’t know, perhaps we’ll never know. Never understand what it was that happened, or how it happened, or why. Only that it did. And that we shared something uniquely special that perhaps no one else ever has, or ever will.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Just make sure that next time it starts to thunder or lightning again, you get a hold of me immediately!” she giggled on her end of the line.

Outside, the freak violent storm was already retreating across the horizon. The winds no longer blew, the rains no longer pouring. Only the calm peaceful silence of a summer’s refreshment remained, that, and a golden glowing rainbow of spectacular color splitting the night’s setting sun.