My marriage was mainly a disaster we had a few good years, had some wonderful children, but in the main over forty years of being married to a manipulative bullying alchaholic had left me a little fragile to say the least. I became friends through an fb site with a man, who change my attitude a lot, or maybe reawakened somed desires long buried. For some reason I had told him a lot of very personal stuff that happened years ago some nice, some not, strange really it was easier talking about some hang ups to some bloke I didn't really know than talk face to face with someone. It was a Sunday I remember texting him over some very trivial thing , and his reply was so unexpected it still makes me blush to think. "I am am very busy " he said, I remember thinking, oh dear, he's obviously not happy with me texting. He continued " and if you are going to carry on disturbing me, I'm going to have to put you across my knee" I couldn't quite believe what I was hearing, can't quite remember word for word but it sort of went like this "I'm gonna put you over my knee and Spank you, and as you told me that you got spanked in Salcey Forest you know what to expect" I tried to sound in control and shocked and came back with some answer about him not having had sex recently and was being silly , he said "and for not doing as you are told I'm gonna put you across my knee, pull your pants down and slap your bare arse till it's red" he didn't stop there but suddenly he said, that'll give you something to think about and went. The after shock became an afterglow, I had such a strange feeling of goodness knows what and carried on getting Sunday dinner. Being a fair bit older than him, I had a distinct feeling he was taking the mick, I wasn't really sure what to make of it, but goodness it livened me up. Well I got to know more of how his mind worked over the next few months, sometimes I was quite shocked by his talk of wanking, oral sex, he soon realised the talk of spanking turned me on big time, I found myself admitting how it made me feel, sort of sexed up, in a big way. When he suggested meeting up so he could carry out giving me a spanking, I sort of went along with it, half thinking he is having a laugh at my expense, but not really minding, it was quite funny, and adventuress. I remember saying I thought he was having me on, he got quite defensive and spoke as if he was doing me a favour. He said, "you know it will make you cry, either from pain or pleasure or both, " I said I won't cry, I'm hard, I've had kids, then he said "I'm so going to enjoy spanking your ass" part of me thought, hell does he really mean that,maybe it won't be that much fun, but still I carried on, getting more and more turned on by the thought. I did really think we would meet, at that point. I was convinced he was going to be totally horrified when we met and totally sexually deflated. Talking in a more normal way, I found his sharp wit, hilarious and sometimes I could match his wit with my own. I really liked chatting to him. After weeks and months of different often sexually motivated talk, he began mentioning threesomes and the fact that he had desires for men and women, I found that fact quite refreshing really, I'm not sure why, but his tale of a threesome, which he really enjoyed and would like to repeat, was interesting, but I thought, no that's not for me, I wouldn't even think of that, oral sex was still quite shocking, but somehow talking about it was more interesting than shocking, my initial sort of , yuk that's discusting thought changed to actually that doesn't sound so bad. He was interested in my brief but fun affair, with my childhood boyfriend, who I had been recently reunited with, where as at 14 /15 we were totally innocent at our grand age we had sex, many years later after not seeing each other for decades. This man, this internet friend said, we should arrange a threesome, and he would spank me, while my ex watched or the other way around, this is even now a complete no no, I would not want an audience, no way. One weekend after a real housework session, he came on and mentioned a photo for some strange reason I took a reflection photo of myself in just a bra but my iPad covered everything, I was teasing really, " I said, is this what you had in mind" to my surprise he seemed quite happy with it, just said "sort of" Occasionally he would be really busy, and one day he said he would have to ignore me to get some work done, and to my horror he did completely I hated it, it frustrated me so much, I got cross and wrote messages of complaint, suddenly from out of knowhere he popped up and said "stop moaning or you'll get a good hiding" well that was it I went to jelly inside. How absolutely silly this was. I once said I'm not sure really what you think of me, he said something about not being taken in by my talk, and said that he was sure that I was sweet but didn't believe the innocent bit at all, never ever talked so frankly about sexual things and desires before I enjoyed it more and more, Time went on, eventually, I sent him a picture, a proper one in my underwear, from there to a full picture of my boobs, he said they were very suckable and said lovely things about my body, which for years I had thought was totally unattractive and thought myself totally unattractive and pretty awful really, it made me feel quite alive inside, and gave me more confidence so strange. Never ever was there any thought of a real relationship I was still hung up about the age difference for one thing, But I found chatting comforting and god, it turned me on. From being reluctant to talk sex I sudddenly found myself saying I was totally naked and feeling horny, it was all quite sort of intense and yet light hearted. On the occasions we had both been out drinking I sent full photos and he returned by sending me photos of his cock, from the initial OMG I began to quite enjoy having a close look,. The meeting never took place, so I never got spanked lol x. He still surprises me, but he has actually revealed a gentle side, how ever can a picture of my cunt be gorgeous, how can that part of me be attractive, how can any part of me be sexually attractive . One day at a friends he texted and said something about spanking me, I blushed just as my friend came in the room and she became briefly part of a very small threesome chat, he really didn't know if he was being had or not, it was very funny , after she said 'steer clear he seems a right perve, which of course he is, he likes the thought of a mans Cock up his arse, and talks of licking my cunt for hours, and cumming all over my tits. Handcuffing me, he talks of breaking sticks of a tree and whipping my ass saying a few stripes on my bottom will show me whose boss . He also likes the idea of me handcuffing him, and sucking his cock , and sitting on his face, which I still find odd, one minute I am completely in charge in our talk have him trussed up in stocks, and then he says "when I'm out of these stocks I'll give your arse such a thrashing, you won't sit down for weeks" I never thought I would like all thenaughty talk, and get so turned on by it, and smile at his to the point questions about how many times I have pleasured myself, and when did I last have a wank, he never fails to surprise me, I find I'm totally enjoyoing myself . He has an annoying habit of falling asleep or suddenly very abruptly saying he is tired and going to bed, but I can accept that now as part of his strange character., there have been times when I actually thought I had said something to offend him, he has disappeared so quickly. I have no idea who this person is I have become, she is certainly not the person most people see, sometimes I am horrified at myself. But what the hell, this pervey friend of mine on the internet has opened my eyes and in my mind my legs, it's fun, oh I forgot to mention the vibrator he seems to think I need, and also the fact he thinks I need to go out and pull and have a good shag and report back to him, he would seriously enjoy that. Oh and there are the videos . Another thing I found not to my liking was is talk of stripping me totally naked, after spanking me and making me stand in the corner wanking, while he took pictures of my spanked arse, nah, I'd need to wear something like a basque or I'd probably be emotionally void of any feeling of desire . Hell im very bad .