Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[NightOwl]

UPDATE - 4 

                                                                                  
                                                                                                          The Dreamer


I saw Trisha and Arun taking strolling inside the walls of our gated community. I marked them, keeping my distance. Trisha's ever-searching eyes didn't escape my keen attention. Trisha was visibly intrigued and eager to locate her anonymous stalker. It is like searching for a needle in a haystack for now.

Eventually, I witnessed her giving up this futile idea of determining my identity by roaming around.

She returned to her house, and after a while, she updated the wifi name to 'if what?'

I stare at the screen for a while. Previously I had a plan for how to play her, but now I am a little hesitant since I saw her tagging Arun around. I didn't expect this. I thought she would hide our unusual method of communication from her husband, but she didn't. She is using him as her bodyguard, and that is a bit of a problem.

Clearly, she is trying to outsmart me.

I did not choose this method of communication out of the blue. I remember Trisha from that party. I remember how she was enjoying male attention there. She liked to be seen and admired. If I am not wrong, she like a bit of risqué touch. That's why I decided to tease her through the wifi name. Something very Public, something raunchy going on in front of everyone but in a way that nobody can stop. Maybe Trisha is using her husband as a shield to protect herself from harm,afterall I am a stranger, but my gut tells me she very much likes this out-in-the-open communication.

My digits gallop on my laptop's deck. I am thinking of a way to complicate the situation but not irk the unwanted presence of the husband.

*Why does Arun exist?* I roll my eyes groaning inside.

I can see her house from here. I know in which bedroom she sleeps. I also have an idea when the couple go to sleep.

So I wait. I wait for bedtime. I wait for them to lose interest and give in to their boredom.

Once I saw the bedroom light extinguish, I waited some more.

When I was satisfied, I changed the wifi name - 'Sheer Curtains.'

The reply came almost immediately as Trisha from the other side changed her wifi name - 'No way.'

I get cocky and update my wifi name -' Way.'

I need to know the whereabouts of Arun when I am playing this game, and sheer curtains will help me. Sheer curtains have other perks too. Lewd perks.

I hope Arun is asleep right now.

The advantage of communicating this way is that there are no traces of previous chats. It is happening in public, but if anybody misses one 'wifi name update', that person would not understand what is happening. I wish Arun was asleep now and not privy to the erased 'curtain' chat.

No wifi update came from Trisha that night, and I went to sleep.


I had a dream that night :

Behind a sheer curtain, a nude woman was dancing. Her curves silhouetted against the sheer curtain that hung in the doorway. She swayed and danced, her movements graceful and sensual. Her hair was a wild tangle of brown curls that cascaded down her back. She was completely nude, her pale skin shimmering in the dim light that filtered through the curtain. 

There was music. The music was slow and sweet, a haunting melody that drew the woman in. She moved her body with the rhythm, her hips swaying, her arms stretching out like wings.

Her hips moved in a slow, sultry waltz, her breasts bouncing with each step. The woman swayed her hips seductively as she danced behind the sheer curtain. Her breasts were on full display, her nipples visible through the thin fabric. 

She leaned forward, her ass thrusting out as if in invitation, and her nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her dress. As the music built to a crescendo, she moved her hips in a circular motion, her hands tracing circles around her pussy. I was mesmerized, entranced by the woman's movements, and the sheer curtain only served to heighten the mystery. She was like a siren, calling out to me, and I was powerless to resist her. I know that woman. Yes, I do.