Adultery WiFi WIFEY

[NightOwl]

UPDATE 9

                                                                            TRISHA



I start making dinner earlier than usual. Around 6 O'clock, I was done.

Ah, the task of choosing the prettiest nightie is more arduous than I imagined. I shift my gaze lazily and observe each one hanging in my wardrobe. My many choices reflect who I was--free and unafraid, and the rest reflect who I became-- dull and unimaginative.

My anonymous stalker and his instructions are spooking me and pushing me to embrace a self I have forgotten for my marriage.

He felt like my own personal rebellion against the mundane expectations of marriage. He is making me feel alive in a way that my husband couldn't. He is everything I was not allowed to do, say, or feel within the confines of my own marriage, and I found it extremely attractive.

My arrangement with my stalker felt fresh and exciting compared to my predictable marital life.

 Free & Unafraid it is, then. I decide.

The first option is a sleeveless satin gown, pink in colour and wispy in fabric. It looks luxurious and seductive, and I remember another night spent wearing it years ago.

I cannot help but smile as I imagine how my stalker would feel seeing me in this and whether it would lead to another such night.


*No, I am just playing this game cause it's fun. I will stop as soon as I know the identity of my stalker* I scold myself.


My second choice is a bronze and black chemise that is light as a feather. Bringing the fabric to my face, I can almost smell the promise of romance and passion I hold in my hands. Its smaller size and lacy details evoke an ease and intimacy that I crave.

My stalker has suddenly made me aware of how dull my life has become with my husband. We live a comfortable but mundane life with little surprises or thrills. I wanted this life, but I find myself wishing things were more exciting and that I could get that same rush of anticipated excitement from our relationship.

Next up is a white and red chiffon lace nightgown. I feel a tingling sensation in my heart as I run my hands over it. I know just how passionate and wild this gown can make me feel, and I can imagine my mysterious stalker's eyebrows raising in admiration.

I liked the fantasy of it, the idea that someone was out there watching and wanting me. He is a mysterious stalker, someone I couldn't know or understand, making him even more attractive.He is filling the space in me that had been missing for so long. 

Finally, I spot a sleeveless lavender chemise, and it's the clear winner. Its sheer lightness captures the moonlight's reflection in my mind, and I imagine this combination of my mystery man and an enchanted evening. I know that wearing this will make my heart throb with desire and my admirer's eyes glisten with pleasure.

I decide to take a shower before slipping into my chosen nightwear.

In the Shower, my mind drifts again.

There are things my secret stalker asked me to do that my husband would never think of; I am surprised, even shocked, but that only added to my exponentially growing excitement. His unpredictable requests and suggestive commands stirred something within me that I didn't even know existed, and I loved it - I felt alive.

I step out of the Shower and dry myself.

My heart race as I make my way to the full-length mirror. I can feel the anticipation in the air - it is my secret stalker's turn to watch me tonight. The thought reddens my cheeks. 
I delicately step out of my bedroom bathrobe and let it drizzle down my body onto the bedroom floor. My body is still bursting with heat as I graze my fingertips over the beautiful, delicate nightie that I have laid out for the occasion.

The nightie is a soft, lavender hue that perfectly complements my fair skin. It is made of intricate lace that glimmers and shines against the light, and I can feel the comforting fabric hug my curves perfectly as I put it on. 

Fitted in all the right places, the nightie perfectly showcases my figure.I note the hint of cleavage peeking delicately out from the sweetheart neckline and how the soft lace kisses my legs as it stops just above the knee.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking my time gazing at my reflection. I felt sexy and desirable - and like I could do anything - as I looked at myself in that nightie.
I stare at the sheer curtains. Is he out there? Has he returned from work? Is he watching me now?



It was a thrill to imagine my secret stalker lurking in the shadows, watching me but unable to touch me.Playing this game brought a certain empowerment to me, an adrenaline rush that only increased the chemistry of the wifi game.

Standing before the mirror, I glance over my reflected image adoringly. Mesmerized by my own beauty. The way the silk gently sways like a wave around me, invitingly whispering to all who wish to listen, never fails to spark excitement through my veins. 

I stare into the mirror, my eyes tracing admiringly over my figure, my hourglass frame and the soft swell of my breasts, pushing against the delicate fabric of the nightie. 
I can just about make out the outline of my erect nipples through the lace, and I can feel the blush start to heat up my cheeks.

As I sway my hips, I feel a naughty thrill course through me. I desperately imagine my secret admirer is out there somewhere, watching me.
My nightie may be a gift for my husband, but I can’t help but fantasize about the possibilities of how it could bring my stalker pleasure.

A smirk creeps onto my face as I turn away from the mirror with a secret. Believing my secret admirer is out there, watching and desiring me, sends electric sparks of pleasure and joy through my body.

I can't help but feel emboldened and empowered by his unseen gaze, feeling the full potential of my alluring self.

Arun will come home soon. I put on a housecoat over my nightie. I don't want to draw Arun's attention to myself.

Arun came home and said he had spoken to Cheeku about the old man. Cheeku apparently never saw the old man in Green Valley.

Arun is still interested in those eggs and has found a marking in one of them. He thinks it is a symbol. Now he is trying to match that symbol to ancient symbols worldwide on the internet. He tries to convience me that that symbol he found he is a clue and I don't discourage him. I felt guilt but did not tell him the truth about those eggs.

Instead, my eyes stay glued to my phone, waiting for my secret stalker's cryptic wifi update.



Finally, he changes his wifi name - 'Jasmine Vase.'


It took me a while to work it out. We have a small flower garden at the back of our house, and only one Jasmine pot is there.


My heart thuds under my breast. I go to the backside of our house and find out my guess is accurate.


There is a note under the Jasmine pot.


The paper is still warm. Freshly printed.


I read it quickly -# I bet you smell like Lavender now.#


Blood rushes to my cheeks, knowing he watched me before I put on my housecoat.


I read further #Come to the building which is under construction. You will see a car. Get in the front seat. Before leaving your house, lose that housecoat and bring the blindfold#

Very specific set of instructions. I am trembling in anticipation. I know which house he meant. There is only one new house being constructed inside our gated community.


I get up and stare outwards. The streets are lit by lamps amidst the darkness. I swallow hard. Would it be wise to follow a stalker's instruction to an abandoned under-construction site at this hour? One toe is dipped in fear and another in curiosity. The wise thing would be to inform Arun and put an end to this game at once.