At 5:26 am, Grace realized she just wasn’t going to get back to sleep. All night long she’d been tossing and turning, and could never find a good, restful sleep. The previous day she’d been using the “Hot Datez” app to surf guys’ profiles. It was completely harmless, just a good way to get her in the mood for her big anniversary weekend with her husband Greg. Using the app was a ton of fun, and super arousing. Every guy in the app was a freaking stud. Her plan had been to check out the sexy profiles of guys on the app, get herself off to some eye candy, and when she was done with a guy she could just swipe left and never have to worry about crossing the line.Grace was proudly, decidedly, and unabashedly faithful. She knew she’d never cheat on her husband, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun. Fantasizing and getting off to pictures of some stacked dudes that she’d never meet (even if some of them were close enough to be living in her neighborhood) was totally harmless. Obviously, meeting up with someone from the app in person was absolutely crossing the line. That may as well be cheating in her book, even if they didn’t lay hands on each other. What she was less sure about was all the ground in between. What if a guy messaged her? What if they wanted to talk on the phone, or even video chat? That all seemed so much more ambiguous. Part of her reasoned that it was totally harmless. I mean, it wasn’t like she was meeting up with these guys, so what’s the problem with some steamy texts? Another part of her felt like it was a dangerous next step. The internal debate led to a miserable, sleepless night.Climbing from bed and making her way to the master bath, Grace looked in the mirror and realized she was a wreck. Her hair Acıbadem Escort Bayan was all over, she had bags under her eyes, and it was pretty obvious that she was exhausted. She cleaned herself up as best she could, then went out to start picking up the house. At least she could catch up on some of the chores she skipped in her lust-fueled Tuesday. It was definitely back to toaster pastries for breakfast, though.The rest of the morning was fairly uneventful. Once Greg and the kids were all out the door for the day, Grace sat down on the living room sofa, staring at her phone. A voice in her head was screaming to just delete the app and be done with it. Greg was her everything, and she didn’t want to mess that up by accidentally crossing a line. The more she thought about the app and its beautiful loading screens though, the more she realized that she really liked it. She didn’t want to quit using it, and it was pretty fun. Just thinking about her string of orgasms yesterday afternoon – more than she ever had in a row her whole life – was already getting her turned on again. She just had to make sure that she was careful, Grace reasoned with herself. If she matched with a guy, that wasn’t really a big deal. She would just ignore the app’s inbox. And if she started getting too many message notifications, she could close the app and be done with it. Either way, she was faithful to Greg and wasn’t going to respond to them. With her plan in place, she decided it would be harmless fun, and there was nothing wrong with using the app again.Realizing that it was so easy to lose time in this app, Grace opened the alarm on her phone and set a timer for twenty minutes before her kids got home. Escort Kaynarca With that set, she found and clicked on the “Hot Datez” app. As usual, clicking on the app brought up a loading screen full of vibrant colors splashing around like waves coming ashore on a beach. It was odd, but Grace felt like she enjoyed these loading screens nearly as much as she liked the boys in the app. Finally the app loaded, and a lot had changed from last night.“You’ve got eleven new matches and four new messages! Click to view your messages,” read the notification. The only option was to click on the notification to load the messages. This frustrated Grace. She didn’t want to view the messages or chat with anyone in the app. Why couldn’t the developers have allowed her to just ignore them and get on to the profiles? Grace sighed in resignation. Fine, she could go to the message inbox if she had to. It’s not like she’d have to open any of the messages, and even if she did she definitely wouldn’t reply to them. Grace clicked on the notification, bringing up yet another loading screen. Grace found herself getting lost in the splashing colors. As she watched color after color splash up and over the last one, she started thinking about the situation. It wouldn’t hurt to read the messages. Maybe a few of these guys thought she was hot. God, hearing a guy tell her how hard she made him would be so sexy. As the minutes clicked by, the colorful splashes on the screen made Grace feel better and better as she realized that reading messages on the app was completely harmless, and even the idea of chatting with guys on the app felt hotter and hotter. Flirting up some guy online wasn’t cheating. It was harmless fun, and Aydınlı Escort Grace could have a little naughty fun while still being completely faithful. Sure, Greg wouldn’t understand, but it’s not like he has to know. They had kept secrets from each other before. This whole romantic weekend she’d been planning was a shining example. What’s one more? The idea of having such a sexy secret only made her wetter.Finally, almost an hour after, the loading page vanished and Grace’s inbox popped open. By now Grace was so turned on that she just wanted to dive into her playtime, and she happily scanned through all four messages in her inbox.The first three messages were easy enough to ignore. They were all bluntly asking to fuck. While Grace was definitely turned on by the fact that these guys wanted to fuck her she knew that would be crossing the line. Flirting with some hot stranger wasn’t a big deal. Hell, maybe it’d even be okay to do a video chat, Grace thought, shuddering at that sexy idea. But meeting was out of the question and she definitely couldn’t get physical with them.The fourth message in her inbox was much more tame than the others. It came from a guy named Andy, who was 28 and located one mile from her. “Hi, Cum2Grace!” it started. “I saw your profile, and wow. I mean seriously wow. I know you must get this a lot, but you’re fucking hot! I’d love to talk to you. What do you do for a living?”Under Andy’s message was a button to review his profile. Grace clicked it, and after a couple more minutes of staring at their beautiful loading screen, she was met by a photo that made her just about drool. Unlike most everyone else in the app, Andy wasn’t a porn star-esque wall of pure muscle. Even so, something about him was just so unbelievably hot in a “guy next door” sorta way. Beneath his photo was an icon indicating the two had matched, an “online now” icon, and a button to return to the chat screen. Grace clicked to go back to the chat screen, and after a brief loading screen, she found herself back at Andy’s original message.