Care 2 Chat?

By Sidney S. Livingston

Iris Fillmore, a married career woman, felt her marriage had become somewhat stale, so she decided to go into the world of cyberspace. She had heard a lot about chat rooms but never thought they were for her, but now she felt like she needed something different in her life. So she began frequenting adult chat rooms and joined Chat World. She was very popular and in demand lol. But was she looking for love? Shes married! After all, did she even know what she was really looking for?
One thing for sure, she loves the uninhibited atmosphere of the adult chat rooms, so much so that she keeps going back for more and more ahhhhhhh! Guys were always asking her, Care 2 chat? Well, she was always ready for a chat c2c! LMAO
But as per Iris, she said, Feel free to explore the chat rooms, but do not make it home. Do not let the chat room take you away from your significant other. Always know if you are sitting at the dining room table with the laptop chatting, that you are in the house, but ask yourself: Am I home?
Take it from Iris and know you are home. Make your house a home . . . filled with sweet love!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 6, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503530331

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PROLOGUE

I RIS WAS THE first of six children—and of course, being the first to a virgin mother was no easy task. Her mother often reminded her of the pain she endured giving birth, probably because she did not want her to become pregnant at an early age. But little did her mother know, she had decided at an early age that although she loved children, she was not going to have any of her own. She would do her best to help other children who were less fortunate to study hard and follow the right path: that was her plan.

Her parents were married very young—probably because that was the thing to do in order to be together. They were good parents who did the best they could for their children. She also had no plans for an early marriage. Iris felt that there was a lot of living to do before settling down for life with one person; getting married at an early age was for others, not Iris Fillmore. She was somewhat more of an enigma than her namesake. A very bright person and therefore very inquisitive, she always had a need to know who, what, how, and most of all why.

Iris Fillmore, now in her midsixties, has aged beautifully. Her skin looks as if it were touched lightly with spun honey. She is an impeccable dresser, very intelligent and articulate as well.

Iris chose a career path that few women of her time would dare choose. She always loved chemistry and physics—and of course, math was the love of her life. Numbers … yes, yes! So she became a pharmaceutical scientist, a job that would give her the career she so wanted, money to spend on the big houses and fancy cars she so loved.

But Iris never forgot her roots. Of course, she was an A student who had little time for anything else. After high school, she attended one of Georgia’s most prestigious universities where she obtained her degree in pharmacology research and was able to land a great job at a research hospital in Pennsylvania. She was happy about that because she had spent summers in Pennsylvania with cousins as a teenager. Iris loved her job, but she felt there was something missing in her life. She had traveled the world—or at least she thought she had seen it all (lol) after traveling to Canada, Europe, and Asia, as well as Mexico. She had no desire to take cruises: too long of a journey for Iris. She felt like a seagull because she too loved to fly.

On one of her trips to Spain, she met Wolfgang Schlosser. They fell in love immediately. And of course, he asked her to marry him, and she said yes. It was like no other love she had ever experienced, and Iris had experienced lots of love (or thought she had). She had been married before briefly.

Wolfgang was from Germany, so Iris transferred to work for a US pharmaceutical company based in Germany, and just felt like she had reached heaven with the entertaining in their lavish home as well as at local restaurants or gasthauses. After five years of sheer bliss, their marriage came apart at the seams. Iris picked up the pieces of her broken heart and moved back to the States. She decided she needed sun after many cold European winters, so she moved to Florida—to Fort Myers Beach, Florida.

After having been there just eight months, she met Hans Pierre. Hans was from Geneva, Switzerland—a beautiful country that looks like a painting only an old Impressionist could have painted. Hans and Iris had an immediate connection as well. When it came to love, Iris was all in. She and Hans had a lot in common, seemingly. One thing for sure: Hans adored Iris, and she adored him as well. Their adoration was apparent to all who knew them, so it wasn’t surprising to anyone when he flew her to St. Croix for their wedding.

Now Iris knew, unequivocably, that she had reached the gates of heaven as she walked through to meet her knight standing there dressed in white tux and tails. For this time, Iris had found the man of her dreams, and she couldn’t have been happier!

Iris and Hans had no desire to start a family because Hans had children from a previous marriage—which was fine for Iris, since kids weren’t part of her equation. Hans Pierre was a hotel executive who owned hotels from Fort Myers Beach to Miami Beach. He did not want Iris to work, but there was no way she was going to give up her career, so she continued her two-hour commute to Tampa where she worked as a pharmaceutical scientist for one of the pharmaceutical companies there. Hans did not like her driving to Tampa daily, so he brought a smaller plane than his Lear jet—a Cessna Skyhawk—so one of his pilots could fly her to Tampa daily. Her coworkers were so envious of her seemingly good fairy-tale life.

Iris was always convinced people who used computers outside of work were nerds. She never needed one or wanted one, but the hubby convinced her to get a PC for their home use. Being behind a computer screen at work had always been enough computer for her, but she reluctantly agreed with Hans to buy a PC. She had heard a lot about cyberspace, so she thought she would attempt to go there, so to speak. Her first few nights were oh so foreign, trying to adjust to cyberspace. Finally, one night, an ad popped up: Meet new people, have fun chat world, join now for free.

Hmmm … couldn’t be so bad, she thought. After all, she wouldn’t share her life—just her created life, something to help her unwind after a long workday. She’s Iris, over sixty, and still working a nine to five. The life of a pharmaceutical scientist is all work and no play. She craved something different; she needed it. Hell, her marriage was beyond stale, so a little chat world seemed like just the pick-me-up she so desperately needed.

She logged on to the website and quickly created an account. It’s quite silly, she thought, yet a bit intriguing. Iris was ready for trouble … the fun type of trouble.

Ahh, my first chat. The anticipation of it was overwhelming. She had visited Luxembourg, Korea, France, Japan, Hong Kong, Spain, and England—just to name a few places she had traveled to—so it shouldn’t be too difficult to carry on a conversation. This was a curtain call.

Iris thought, Am I really ready for this? After all, she was a married woman with a good career. So what was she expecting to find there that was so uniquely different from the real world? Possibly excitement and, of course, anonymity. And that alone was very appealing to her. She could be herself or anyone she cared to be. Wow, what a life.

But Iris had a good life, and like so many people, she felt the grass had to be much greener on the other side. Well, she was about to find out what the chat room and chatting was all about. She never thought that world could be filled with so many people … Wow, was she in for the surprise of her life! She looked very good for her age, but still wondered if she would be well received. Really, what was there to worry about? She was home, so what did she care about the thoughts of the people in the chat room (lol)? What she did want to see and do was the question …

Okay, with the account created, all that was left to do was log in to the chat room. Once there, she was bombarded with pm’s (personal message requests) right away. Somehow they knew she was there. Care to chat plz, some asked. Others asked, Wanna chat plz. She just wanted to look around the room per se.

There were webcams of males and females, some nude and some half-nude—and of course, others were fully clothed. It was kind of overwhelming for her with all of the pm’s; she could not answer them all. But of course, she wanted to be nice since they were kind enough to say hello. All of the guys wanted to know her real age, but no one believed it when she told them. But she held fast and did not lie about her age. Of course, she did not really tell them her marital status.

She was very surprised that so many young guys in their late twenties and thirties wanted to see her breasts and pussy. Now really, she wasn’t too sure about showing it all. But who knows, she thought—she was in another world with few rules. So she poured a glass of red wine and continued her journey. Some of the guys wanted her to watch them in the personal message window because they were too shy to cam up in the chat room. Well, she always believed that a man had either a cock or a wiener—but whichever it was, they should know that was theirs and theirs alone. No changing that.

One guy sent her a pm several times wanting her to view him, so finally, she said okay. So here goes her first chat. He called himself Stallion 555, so Iris wanted to hear what he had to say and, of course, see what he wanted her to see (lol).

Stallion555: Hi, Iris, care 2 chat plz?

Iris: Sure, Stallion, asl plz.

Stallion: m/46/ Arkansas.

Iris: Okay, nice. I am sure u saw my profile, therefore u know my age.

Stallion: Yes, I saw your profile, but not sure if the age is correct, because u don’t look no 65. No way, lady.

Iris: Well, the age is correct. But thx for the compliment.

Stallion: Want 2 c my cam. I … . want u 2 c my … u know. My rod.

Iris: Sure, would luv 2 c ur cam. I mean … . your rod.

Stallion: Okay, it ain’t big.

Iris: Nice cam.

Stallion: U like?

Iris: Sure, it’s nice. And more importantly, it’s yours, so you have no need to apologize for the size of your cock, or your wiener, lol.

Stallion: Thx, Iris, that’s kind of you to say. What would you like me to do?

Iris: Whatever you care 2 do lol.

Stallion: It’s not hard yet, but maybe if you show me your nice breasts … hehe that would help.

Iris: Wow, u wanna c my breasts, just like that?

Stallion: Sure, u r a pretty lady, and I like your style.

Iris: What’s my style?

Stallion: U look very sophisticated, but down to earth hehe.

Iris: Well, down to earth is the only way I know how to be, lol.

Stallion: I surely would like to please you. Would love to caress your nice breasts and suck on them too—if you would let me, if we were together. Would u like that, Iris?

Iris: Ahhhh, sure I would love that, Stallion.

Stallion: U r making me hard now. Would like to finger your pussy while I suck on your breasts too, get u all hot.

Iris: Yes, sounds gr8, getting me all hot just thinking about you fingering my hot pussy. I bet u could really work that wiener of yours … and believe me, it’s a cute wiener. It would feel nice between my buns lol. Do you like anal?

Stallion: I sure do … u r a woman after my heart now, talking like that. I think we could really make beautiful music, cuz I would luv to fuck your ass, and I know u have nice buns.

Iris: I would love to feel your hard cock in my ass, as u r fingering my pussy.

Stallion: U have me so hot now, Iris. I am dripping pre cum, can u see it?

Iris: Yes, I can see it, and would love to lick it.

Stallion: I would luv for u 2 lick it. Ahhhh, I am getting ready to cum now, Iris. Where do u want it?

Iris: Ahhhhhh, baby, I would like to suck that nice little weenie until you explode in my mouth.

Stallion: Ahhhhhh yes, I am going toooooooo let uuuuuu have it alll right now!

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm I am cummingggggggg, Iris!

Iris: Wow, Stallion, that was gr8. How long had u been saving that whoopee?

Stallion: For quite a while. Most women don’t want to watch me when they see my small rod, so I am kinda shy about camming up in the chat room. Thx so much for watching me.

Iris: U r very welcome. And please don’t be shy in the chat room, just be yourself.

Stallion: Can I add u to my chat list?

Iris: Sure, u can add me to your chat list, and plz say hello whenever you see me here in the chat room. And listen to what I just told you, plz learn not to be shy about camming up in the chat room. I am new here, but not shy about camming up. I am over sixty and a few pounds overweight, but here I am. We only pass this way once and tomorrow is not promised, so let’s live for today. We are not hurting anyone here, are we?

Stallion: Thx a lot, Iris. No, we are not hurting anyone, and we don’t have to worry about STDs nor HIV, getting anyone pregnant, or buying dinner, lol. But I would gladly buy u dinner, if we were really 2gether, Iris.

Iris: Oh, so u would take me out 2 dinner. Wow, thx u r a nice guy.

Stallion: Again, I just gotta say thanks too. U are such a nice lady and all. Sure I would take u out 2 dinner. Oh, by the way, I am married. My wife works third shift at a local mill and I work during the day, so I am home alone at night. We have one son who is going to a local community college, but he has his own apartment. He is a good kid, so we do what we can to give him a good life, and u know college is expensive. However, it’s a must in order 2 have a chance at getting a good job these days. I want him to have a better start than I had.

Iris: Good for you, Stallion. And thx for telling me that u r married. I am married 2, but no kids. We have been married for over twenty years, and he is a lot older than I. We are both still working, trying to take care of things. As u know, it takes two incomes to make ends meet nicely. We live in Fort Myers, but I work in Tampa.

Stallion: Wow, that sounds like a long commute every day.

Iris: Well, yes it is, but we manage to make it work.

Stallion: Good for you and your husband that u can make it work. What does your husband do?

Iris: He does work for several hotels around the area.

Stallion: Oh okay. I work as a telemarketer outgoing calls, so u know how it is when people don’t wanna talk. They hang up on us, and the boss doesn’t understand that people don’t wanna be bothered, especially some of those rich people.

Iris: Yes, I know what you mean. I get a lot of calls myself from telemarketers, lol, but I try not to be rude, cuz I am not like some of those rich people.

Stallion: Lol, thx, well I gotta get 2 bed now, hope 2 c u again. Good night.

Iris: Okay, have a good night, and c u again soon. Sleep well.

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