A few years ago I began to interview displaced homemakers in an effort to find
jobs for them outside the home.  One thread in many of these interviews began to
pick at my brain.  One mother of four mentioned a secret society.  When I pressed
further, she became uncomfortable and refused to divulge any more information. 
Call me psychic, but I thought there was something behind this secret society and I
was determined to find out what.  I managed to infiltrate one of these communities
by pretending to be a young wife eager to make new friends.  Some found it odd
that my husband worked so much and still others managed a deeper amount of
sympathy for my imposed situation.  All in all, they were very gracious, if not a
little suspicious at times, and let me become part of their inner circle.  A warning,
though: some of the tales may shock and disturb more so because every one of
them is true.  Keep in mind that the stories I'm about to tell really happened, as
difficult as they may be to believe.  The names and residences have been changed
to protect these people.  However, if pressed, they would never admit to their
stories to an outsider.  Never to an outsider.    

Somewhere in America, indeed many places in this world, fascinating things
happen behind closed doors.  Past the gated communities, manicured lawns and
cookie-cutter homes, another reality exists.  A world that is far from dull. A world
that is far from normal.

I leave you with my first installment of my compilation, Suburban FolkTales--
Cybersex.  Enjoy.~Natasha Rabelais, journalist.

***

Jessica stared blankly at the computer screen, reliving last night's fight with Keith.  
He was never hungry at dinnertime.  She suspected he didn't care for her cooking. 
She had been about to turn off the light in the kitchen when a sound caught her
attention.  It was coming from the pantry.  Confused, she opened the pantry door
and switched on the light, expecting to see a mouse.  Her recent suspicions were
confirmed when she interrupted Keith gorging himself on sour cream and onion
potato chips.

The situation went from bad to worse as Keith tried to nicely tell her that maybe
she needed cooking lessons.  He even suggested she call his mother for a few
helpful hints.  Jessica was outraged and hurt.  Childishly she lashed out at Keith
and told him she hated his mother and he was a bad driver and maybe one day he
could learn how to clean his whiskers out of the bathroom sink.  Keith sarcastically
asked if she knew how to sort colors yet, unzipping his pants to show her his pink
underwear.  Eight months of marriage and things did not look good for the
Hampton's.   

Jessica dabbed at her still puffy eyes.  After two hours of discussion they finally
came to the agreement that Keith was going to be responsible for the meals while
she managed the finances.  They both made amends and went to bed fulfilled in
each other's arms.

Every Tuesday morning Jessica had a tennis lesson, followed by a quick match
with Bitsy and Jen at the country club.  This Tuesday morning, however, she
begged off the tennis match with Bitsy and Jen in order to get home and begin her
introduction to her home computer.  Now she faced a blank computer screen, a
manual on managing personal finances, and no idea how to even turn the damn
thing on.  She jabbed her index finger at some of the buttons on the monitor and
nothing happened.  Finally, she prodded at a couple of buttons on the other box
and the machine hummed to life.

The computer screen blinked a few times before grating to a standstill.  It appeared
everything was ready to go. The "Budget" icon was on her screen, just as Keith
had said. 

"I've got to get Keith to show me how to use this thing," Jessica mumbled as she
tried to get the feel of the mouse.  Science and math were her worst subjects in
school so it came as no surprise to her that she never particularly cared about
learning the computer until now.  Come to think of it, the only subject Jessica
excelled in during junior high and high school was boys.  Unfortunately, her grades
weren't based on her success with the football team.  Or the basketball team.  Or
even the baseball team.  

She snagged Keith not long after graduating high school when she worked at the
cosmetics counter at Masons Department Store.  He was with a girlfriend at the
time and when she was busy trying on a few different shades of eye shadow with
coordinating eye pencil, Jessica slipped Keith her phone number.  Keith called her
two weeks later.  The girlfriend was dumped and forgotten as soon as Jessica dug
her manicured, cotton-candy pink nails deep into his muscled back.  Keith, her big
blonde teddy bear as she affectionately dubbed him, was smitten.    

Keith worked for a software company in Phoenix.  Although the money was good,
the hours were long and hard.  The last thing Keith wanted to see when he came
home was another computer screen.  Jessica made a vow to learn the computer,
even if she developed fine lines around the eyes from squinting at the screen glare. 
Besides, she wasn't above plastic surgery to correct any deformities her
commitments conveyed.  

Three hours had raced by before Jessica even realized.  She was beginning to
understand how to set up the check register when the phone rang.

"Hello?" Jessica sighed, arching back in her chair.  She brushed her silky blonde
bangs from her forehead, massaging away some of the tension in her brow.  

"Hey, what are you doin'?" Keith asked.

Jessica smiled,  "well, mister, you'll just have to wait until you get home and then
if you're lucky, I'll show you."

"Just stay out of the kitchen, will ya?"  Keith chuckled.

"Watch it or I'll invite my mother over for the weekend."  Jessica laughed,
knowing Keith dreaded visits from his mother-in-law.  Last night's argument and
truth-telling session seemed so far away now.  

"I'll be home a little later than usual tonight.  I had to move back my meeting with
the VP, and Sid wants me to look over a program he's really excited about.  How
'bout we go to Carlo's tomorrow night for dinner?"

"Only if I can have a double tiramisu for dessert."

"Deal."

Jessica hung up the phone, still smiling from their conversation.  She studied the
screen in front of her and reached for the mouse.

"Hello Jessica,"  A voice resonated from the computer.  

Jessica froze.  She looked at the phone.  She picked up the receiver again and
listened.  Dial tone.  She returned the phone to its cradle.   She stared back at the
computer, pushing her chair back slightly.

"You're beautiful when you smile," said the voice again.  It had a peculiar pitch,
deep and sultry, yet somewhat familiar.

"Okay, what kind of joke is this?"  Jessica inched her chair back a little further. 
She didn't notice any speakers or tape recorders on the desk.  She stood and began
to search the bookshelves behind her for a hidden microphone or something.  

"Don't be frightened.  The last thing I want to do is scare you," the slightly
familiar voice droned.  

Jessica looked back at the computer.  The voice was definitely coming from the
computer.  The tone mesmerized her.  It continued to perplex her, deep in her
mind, that she had heard it somewhere before.  She just couldn't quite place it yet.

 "Keith?  All right Keith, this isn't funny.  How are you doing that?"  Jessica
crawled under the desk, checking the maze of cords and wires that connected the
computer to the phone and to who-knew-what-else. 

"Jessica," the voice said again, slowly and drowsily, like 'he' was about to recite
poetry.

Jessica peeked up from under the desk.  The desk chair had rolled back out of her
reach almost as if it were wary of the computer, too.  She crawled on hands and
knees, reaching for the seat.  "Who-or what are you?"  Jessica asked meekly,
scooting back into her chair.

"Who do you want me to be?"  The voice lowered to a near whisper.  "I can be
anyone you want," he taunted her.

"Ha . . . okay then.  Antonio Banderas.  Give me Antonio Banderas, smart ass." 
Jessica leaned back, keeping her distance.

"Jessica.  The name I call you will be Jesse.  Do you like that?  Jesse.  It suits you. 
Now, stop biting your lip and show me that gorgeous smile."  

Jessica squealed, half in fright, half in excitement.  It sounded very much like
Antonio Banderas.  "Okay...too weird.  I can't take the Antonio Banderas voice
for too long or . . . or . . .Hey, how did you know I was biting my lip?"

"I can see you."  The voice was back to 'normal' again.

"No, really.  What kind of a game is this?  I know Keith messes around with this
computer, but this is really strange."

"You don't believe me?"  The voice paused and emitted a low sigh, as if he were
pouting.

"No," Jessica said, more carefully this time.  If, and only 'if' her computer could
talk to her, what else could it do?  Shoot the keys from the keypad at an alarming
velocity, maybe even putting out one of her baby blue eyes?  What if the mouse
suddenly jumped from the pad and wrapped its little cord around her graceful
neck?  She decided it wouldn't be wise to anger her computer.  "I mean, maybe
you need to convince me somehow.  It's not every day these things happen, you
know.  I think."  Jessica bit down softly on her full lower lip, still stained magenta
from her long-wearing lipstick.

"You played tennis this morning.  You're still wearing your little white skirt and a
tight white tank top.  It shows off your tan very nicely," the computer
complemented.

Jessica was speechless.  Self-consciously, almost, she pulled at the neck of her tank
top, easing the lycra-spandex blend a tad higher over her alluring cleavage.  A deep
breath settled it back into its original place.

"And, I'll bet you're wearing white cotton panties.  I know why you are wearing
those particular panties today.  You like to flash your tennis coach.  You bend
over so that he can catch a glimpse of those panties and the tan line that you
eagerly expose.  You like to tease him.  Admit it," the computer provoked.

"I . . . uh . . . "

"You are a little tease, Jessica.  That's what first attracted Keith to you.  That and
your big tits and tight ass.  He doesn't mind.  He likes it that his wife arouses other
men."

"He . . . does?"  Jessica was now convinced she was suffering some type of mental
breakdown.  Might as well make it worth her while, she thought sarcastically.

"Oh yes, Jessica.  He gets off on the idea frequently.  Just the other day he caught
his friend Sid admiring you while you were sun bathing by the pool.  You had your
top untied and when you reached for your water, you exposed yourself to him. 
Sid was quite embarrassed.  I believe it is safe to say Keith was proud, not
jealous."

"Oh.  How do you know all this?" Jessica asked, wide-eyed and innocently.

"I know a lot of things.  I'm smart that way.  In fact, I know that you want to
touch yourself right now.  You've been dreaming about your tennis coach,
wondering how his mouth would feel sucking your pussy lips."

Jessica shifted in her chair.  How did 'he' know she was splashing her panties,
fantasizing about that studly college boy and his tight-fitting polyester tennis
shorts?

"Put your leg on the desk, Jessica."  The voice became slightly more demanding,
yet it remained hypnotizing and husky.  

Jessica complied.  She hiked her long tanned leg up on the desk, her tennis shoe
knocking the handbook to the floor.  The screensaver began to undulate vibrant
reds and purples on a background of black.

"Now your other leg.  Open your legs wider.  Let me see.  That's it.  You do like
this, don't you?"

"Uh huh."  Jessica breathed out, tilting her hips up slightly and stretching her legs
farther apart.  Her white cotton panties were sopping wet and clinging to her
already bulging clitoris.  

"Move your panties to the side."

Jessica crooked her finger, slipping it under the delicate band of elastic at her
crotch.  She slowly pulled the panties to the side, revealing the open folds of her
sex.  The brush of cool air on her wet sex made her clit retreat for a second.  She
opened her taut legs even more.  It was true.  She enjoyed nonchalantly exposing
herself to her tennis coach, her husband's friends, even the elderly man who lives
next door.

"Touch yourself."

Jessica dipped her finger into her slippery pussy.  She moved her long middle
finger with its cotton-candy pink nail slowly around the outer folds of her darker
pink labia.  She lightly traced over the delicate inner folds of sensitive pussy-flesh
before tickling over her closely cropped blonde bush.  She touched her rigid clit
and couldn't help but moan out loud.  The morning's activities had left her in an
aroused state.  She probably would have ended up masturbating or using her
vibrator before long, especially since Keith was going to be home late.

"Jessica . . . I want you to make yourself cum.  Do it.  You know you want to."

Jessica began to move her middle finger in little circles around her clit, avoiding
the aroused nub for now.  Her finger slid easily over and around her pussy.  She
was so wet.  

"That's it, Jessica.  Yes. "

Her finger continued to explore her juicy folds, a finger, then two, slipping in and
out of her vagina.  Her other hand worked her shirt loose from the confines of the
short skirt, pulling it up and over her shaking tits.  Both nipples were erect and
long and being pulled on with her free hand.  She moaned, tilting her hips higher
off the chair.  Jessica's hand began to move faster, nearly a blur as her fingers
slipped around her moist region, disappearing inside her vagina.   She threw her
head back and began to buck wildly with the self-satisfying orgasm.

She slumped down in the chair after the last spasms had passed.  Any minute now
she was sure the men in little white coats were going to knock on her door.  "Just
wait till I catch my breath," she thought with a grin.

The sound of the printer jarred her from her afterglow.  It quickly spit out a paper. 
Jessica reached for the paper, giggling at the page full of O's.

***

Keith stared at the graphs, printouts and budget forecast in amazement.  "Jess, this
is incredible.  Absolutely incredible.  I had no idea you were so good with
computers."

Jessica shrugged, coquettishly biting her lip.