Capital P platonic

Maria had, what she personally considered to be, a rather perfect life. She had found her fairytale romance eleven years ago when she was only eighteen. She had what so many people could only dream of having: the perfect love story. Right out of high school, she had married her high school sweetheart. Thomas was the perfect man too. He was a kind, caring, and gentle soul. It was as if he had made it his life's ambition to always shower her with affection and love. She couldn't possibly ask for more. She had it all.

A wonderful and loving husband who worked all day while making sure she could relax at home, a marvelous house that had everything she dreamed of having when she was a child, he even understood her wishes not to have children and had gotten a vasectomy when he was only 22. She knew then that Thomas was serious about spending his entire life with her and only her.

So it made it so much more difficult for her when she started to realize that she was feeling unhappy.

Why?

Am I just being ungrateful?

Or just full of shit?

She would constantly ask herself that over and over again, and each time she would hope the conclusion she came to was wrong.

"Hey, love, I'm home," she heard Thomas call out as he entered the house, snapping her out of her thoughts.

"Oh, hey, babe, how was work?" she asked him. She shook all the doubt out of her mind and buried it as best she could.

"Oh, you know, same old, same old. We may have possibly landed a brand new client," Thomas answered as he dropped his bag down on the table and fell onto the couch.

Thomas was a software developer for a global tech empire. He absolutely loved his job and was able to have utilized his incredible intelligence to have his dream turned into a reality. However, his job was also very demanding and often left him drained mentally. Sometimes he would have to work fifteen or more hours per day, and that had begun to tear a rift in the relationship between him and Maria.

More and more, Thomas found himself coming home later. More and more, he found himself unable to hold the long, all-night conversations that he and Maria used to have when they were younger. Worst of all, he had found himself way too drained and exhausted for sex.

Maria would always try her best, but sometimes Thomas couldn't even get it up. Thomas knew the impact that his low sex drive must have been having on Maria, as he had often heard the vibrations in the middle of the night and he had caught her in the act quite a few times. He truly missed those days when they were indulging in toys together. Those where, if he found her pleasuring herself, his head would have been between her thighs in a manner of seconds. However, at that point, he found himself feeling relieved rather, because he knew that he wouldn't have to participate.

"Oh, really? May I ask who it is?" Maria sat herself down next to her husband and handed him a warm plate. She had made his favorite for dinner, hoping to at least spark some joy in him.

"Oh, thank you, love." He smiled and pecked her cheek softly. Maria felt so deprived at that point that the little bit of physical intimacy she received from his kiss had her knees feeling weak.

"Unfortunately, we had to sign a non-disclosure as it is a rather prominent and influential business. It involves some patents for some extremely futuristic ideas involving AI," Thomas said in between bites. Maria watched and listened carefully. She felt herself becoming envious of the lines of code he would get so excited about.

Why can't he get that excited about me? Maybe if I painted a bunch of 1s and 0s on my body, maybe he'd fuck me then.

"I'm going to pretend to understand what you're saying." Maria giggled softly and traced her soft fingertips along the skin of his arm in hopes of eliciting some kind of reaction. Unfortunately, it was as if he had gone numb. He either didn't notice her efforts or he simply didn't care. At least, that's how she felt.

"Oh, it's actually pretty interesting. See, Artificial Intelligence has come a really long way in recent years. And, without spilling the beans too much, what this company wants is a self-learning AI that can analyze any user's talking patterns and will be able to figure out if something is off if they start texting or typing differently. You see, what they want is-" Thomas started to drone on, but all his words became white noise in the background as Maria faded into the depths of her mind.

Why was the sex such an issue for her? So many people had gone much longer than a few months without it, yet the fact that her husband wasn't willing to sleep with her anymore caused her such feelings of grief. She felt so unwated, she felt so ugly.

Why, Thomas? Why?

She remembered when they first started sleeping together. She was eighteen, he was nineteen. At first, they were both incredibly nervous and it ended up being more awkward than pleasurable, yet she still loved it. And once they became more experienced with each other's bodies, the sex became the greatest thing that she had ever discovered. Thomas was always a really shy person, very withdrawn from everything else that was happening around him. So when she discovered that he had a sex drive that matched her's, she was ecstatic. She remembered how some nights they didn't even sleep or talk, just fucked each other senseless. For years, everything was perfect.

She remembered how Thomas usually came home from work, and the very moment the door closed, she was on her knees right in front of him. It was a daily ritual for them. There wouldn't even be any exchange of formalities or greetings, no "Hey, honey, I'm home," nothing. He would walk in, and before he could even set his bag down, she would have him in her mouth. Yet, when she tried it again a few weeks prior, all that she got was, "I'm sorry, love, I've just really had an incredibly long day."

When he first told her about his promotion, she was through the roof with joy for him. Thomas had been working harder than anyone else at the firm and deserved it. However, if she knew then what she had come to realize at the point of her life she was at now, she would've begged for him to decline the offer. Silently, in the back of her mind, she selfishly cursed Thomas' dreams for outweighing her in terms of importance. She hated that she felt that way, but she couldn't help it. She wanted to be his priority again for once.

"Thanks for the delicious dinner, hon. Amazing as ever." Thomas smiled and gave her a soft peck on the lips, bringing her back to reality.

"Oh. Right. It's a pleasure, babe. I'm really glad you enjoyed it." She smiled, feeling herself tingle from his kiss.

Thomas stood up to go wash his plate out. After some soul searching, Maria stood up and followed him.

I still know how to seduce. Thomas Carling, I'm having you tonight.

Maria approached her husband from behind and wrapped her arms around him, her hand immediately going to his groin. She started to fondle his manhood through the fabric of his jeans.

"Oh, don't be so quick, Tommy. You haven't had you desert yet, baby," she said, unzipping his jeans. She thought Thomas seemed better that day than others, and what kind of man would say no to a blowjob? Unfortunately for her, her guesses were wrong.

She felt her hand being moved away from his pants with a sigh escaping his lips.

"Not tonight, honey. I'm honestly too tired," he told her softly.

"Oh. All right then. Well, I'm done embarressing myself for the night. I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight," she coldly stated before making her way to their bedroom.

"Oh, come on, Maria, don't be like that," Thomas shouted out at her.

"Save it," she replied, a cold tinge to her voice. She didn't want to seem harsh or not understanding, but she had needs too and those needs weren't beIng met. She felt fuming with an anger at herself, mostly because of the anger she felt towards her unwilling husband.

Thomas just softly sighed and watched his wife walk up the stairs.

It was around 2 a.m. when Maria awoke. For what felt like hours, she tossed and turned next to her sleeping husband, hoping to fall asleep again.

Goddammit. She finally admitted defeat. Sleep just was not about to happen again for her. She silently scolded herself. She should have known herself better. Whenever she went to sleep before 8 p.m., she always found herself up in the early hours of the morning.

"Well, guess I'll make coffee or something." She sighed under her breath and stood up. The warm summer air infuriated her for some reason. All that it made her think was how much more comfortable she would be without her nightgown on. Without anything on. It made her think how much more comfortable she would have been wearing just her husband's sweat as it dripped down onto her.

I'm worse than a fucking teenager.

Maria shook her head and refilled the coffee pot. She scanned the open space of the kitchen. It seemed as if Thomas already cleaned up the place. Usually, she would have been happy; however, that meant that she had even less to occupy her mind with at that moment.

Maria stood and sipped at her coffee, thinking of whatever she could have done to kill some time. Back in the day, she would simply have woken Thomas up and mounted him, but she feared those days were far gone at that point.

"Desperate times and all that, I guess," Maria told herself as she walked towards her laptop. She had moved her personal laptop to the living room area exactly for nights like the one she was experiencing at that moment. For those nights where she couldn't sleep, and there wasn't anything on television for her to watch.

Funny videos? Nah, not in the mood for that to be honest. Maybe binging a series? No... What to do, what to do...

Maria was focused more on her thoughts than what was actually going on on the screen. Suddenly, she noticed the little icon of a man holding an emoji.

It was from the new instant messaging application that Thomas helped to develop. He had installed it for her the day it launched and told her that it would help her in those moments that she felt lonely. Well, she was definitely lonely. And she was also beyond bored.

What the hell, let's try it.

"Pick a user name, hey? Hmmm." Maria was thinking hard on a proper username. She hadn't ever really gotten into the whole "social media" craze, so she had to come up with something original.

"Why am I putting so much effort into this? Ugh," Maria softly said to herself. Screw it.

She put in the first thing to pop into her mind.

AveMaria.

"Hopefully somebody will catch the joke." She chuckled to herself. It may not have shown the full depths of her creativity, but it should have been good enough. It wasn't like she was going on to make long-term friends or anything anyways. She just needed a good distraction to keep her busy until she could either sleep again or until she found something else to do.

"Welcome to InstaDom, the randomized instant messaging application," she read to herself as she logged in. "Do you have any friends you'd like to add or would you like to be connected to a random user?" She chuckled softly. Well, if I had friends, then I certainly wouldn't be doing this right now.

She clicked on the button that said "randomized user" and waited, staring at the little spinning circle. It had an almost hypnotic effect on her, she nearly didn't even notice the notification.

"You have been connected to user bigdaddy69," she read out loud, raising her eyebrow at the username. "So creative."

Bigdaddy69: hi u f?

"F? Really? That's all the effort he's willing to put in?" she asked herself with a sigh.

AveMaria: By "f" I assume you're asking if I'm female?

Bigdaddy69: yeah r u m or f

AveMaria: How exactly is that of importance? What does the state of my genitalia have to do with anything?

Bigdaddy69: so ur not f? U have a dick?

AveMaria: I don't feel like what's between my legs is of any importance to you.

"I'm desperate, buddy, but not that desperate," she said to herself in disgust.

Bigdaddy69: Fuk u den

The user has disconnected... Connect to a different user?

Maria chuckled to herself softly.

"That was... Something. Screw it, let's try it again." Maria clicked and stared at the little spinning circle once again.

You have been connected to user kawaiiboi98. Say, "Hi!"

kawaiiboi98: *nervously plays with fingers* H-hi m-ma'am *digs my feet into the floor and stares down at the ground*

AveMaria: What is this? What are you doing?

Kawaiiboi98: Y-you don't like it? *Feels my face redden in embarrassment* *says to self, "Come on, you idiot. You're gonna ruin your chances."* Uh, I c-can fix it! *smiles as I get a great idea*

AveMaria: ...........

AveMaria: I still have absolutely no idea what you're doing.

kawaiiboi98: *starts to fondle ur breasts*

AveMaria: Um. No. This isn't going to happen.

kawaiiboi98: Fine. Fuck you then, bitch. Thinking ur so much better than me.

AveMaria: Well, considering I've touched more tits than you have, I think I am.

The user has disconnected... Connect to a different user?

"Well, that was definitely... Interesting." Maria laughed softly to herself. "So is this all there is? Horny guys and weirdos?" she asked, staring at the little circle. She was about to give up when the notification sound came.

You have been connected to user FreudianNipSlip. Say, "Hi!"

FreudianNipSlip: Oh no, time to say goodbye already?

Maria was impressed. She didn't think anybody she would talk to would get her little joke.

AveMaria: Depending on what you say next, it might not be.

FreudianNipSlip: On what I say next? Well, that is certainly a lot of pressure.... Let me think.

FreudianNipSlip: WAIT! I GOT IT!

FreudianNipSlip: Barnacle. That's what I'll say.

Maria couldn't help but to chuckle softly. Finally, it seemed as if she found somebody interesting to talk to. And that didn't just want to "fondle her breasts" or try to make sure she was actually a female.

AveMaria: You have my interest, Mr. Barnacle. Or should I rather call you "Mr. Slip?"

FreudianNipSlip: Well, it's about 3 in the morning, so I'd personally appreciate it you not calling me right now. You might wake up the dogs.

AveMaria: Oh, my deepest apologies, good sir, I shan't disturb thy sleeping puppers.

FreudianNipSlip: Whoa, you're from the past? I gotta ask, were the dragons really that big? And does everyone own a pet boar? Please tell me everyone owns a pet boar. I really want a pet boar.

Maria found herself laughing more than she had in months. His jokes were awful, but just the simple fact that somebody was putting effort into a conversation with her made them seem like comedy gold. She found herself enjoying the little conversation more and more.

AveMaria: Alas, the dragons are but mere snakes these days, and all the boars are now have been turned into delicious sausages.

FreudianNipSlip: Sausages? Well, would you look at that, the Freudian Slip strikes again! :p

AveMaria: You seem to have quite the thing for Freudian Slips lol. Should I be worried???

FreudianNipSlip: Oh no, don't worry. I just have a fascination around the culture of sex that we have here in the West. Not that I'm trying to be a creep or anything by bringing up sex. I'm just really intrigued by it.

Maria couldn't believe that she was actually about to engage in an intelligent conversation with somebody she met online a mere few minutes ago. She felt more awake than before. Her eyes were glued to the screen of the laptop as her hands moved to find the right keys.

AveMaria: Don't worry, I'm not a teenager anymore lol. I'm not shy about sex, I quite love it, actually.

She couldn't believe she just said that. Her heart was racing. Was it a form of cheating? To discuss sex with somebody else? No, it couldn't be. All she did was tell the person that she enjoyed sex, as most people do. It wasn't like she asked him for it or anything.

FreudianNipSlip: And that's exactly what I mean! We all love sex. And I mean, it shows. We use sex for everything. We use it to sell music, to sell movies, to sell cars, to sell electronics, to sell everything. Clothing is based around being attractive enough to be wanted for sex. Even food gets compared to sex, right?

AveMaria: I never really thought of it that way... but you're right, I must say.

FreudianNipSlip: Right? But when is the only time that we don't love sex?

AveMaria: I don't know, at a funeral?? Lol

Maria had become so intrigued by the discussion she was having with this stranger, but all his talk of sex was waking up something within herself. She could feel herself starting to get turned on again and she found it to be quite worrisome.

FreudianNipSlip: Bahahaha! While I love the way you think and you're technically right, I meant something else.

AveMaria: Oh? What did you mean?

FreudianNipSlip: The only time we, as a society, don't like sex is when we actually need to talk about it. It's something that should apparently be shown to everyone and be everywhere we look, but it should never be discussed. I find it so perplexing.

AveMaria: I honestly didn't expect to be having such a deep discussion with a complete stranger so early in the morning lol. But I like it. You seem like a really smart person.

FreudianNipSlip: Haha, I'm sorry, I suck at casual conversation I guess. At least I'm not boring.

AveMaria: That you definitely are not, but alas, I must go. Must prepare breakfast and whatnot. It was great meeting you, Mr. Barnacle.

FreudianNipSlip: Wait, please, before you go. I highly doubt I'm going to meet anyone else as interesting as you tonight. Can I add you perhaps? Then we can talk again later.

Maria felt her heart start to race. She knew she shouldn't. After all, she only went on the application for some quick and casual conversation to help her with killing time. Moreover, the man's open-minded attitude about sex and all the times that word was mentioned was having quite the effect on her lower regions. She knew that was a red flag. What if Thomas saw the messages and thought she was stepping out?

I'm overthinking this. It's just some casual conversation with somebody I'll never meet. And it's not like we're actually gonna do anything.

AveMaria: Sure, I don't see why not. I'll see you later then!

She accepted the request and logged off, closing the laptop.

Chapter 3

Maria found herself tossing and turning again, the flame that had been awoken between her thighs. She turned around and stared at her sleeping husband. She sighed deeply, wishing he would wake up and quench her immeasurable thirst.

As if that's going to happen.

Maria started to slide her hand down under the duvet, gently prodding at herself through the damp spot on her underwear.

She moaned softly at her touch. She had become so accustomed to masturbation at that point. It was never really enough to sate her burning desire, but she still welcomed any orgasm she could muster.

Slowly, she slid her hand inside her underwear and parted her swollen lips, prodding gently at her aching clit. She bit her lip to keep herself from moaning out too loudly.

Softly, she massaged herself, feeling herself wettening more and more. Maria bit her lip and slowly inserted a finger inside of herself. A loud gasp escaped her lips as her body was set on fire by an ineffible desire. She moved her free hand towards her ample breasts, gently tugging at her erect nipples.

She felt her back arch as pleasure overwhelmed her. She had started moaning at that point, all reverence for her sleeping husband had vanished.

Let him hear me. Let him wake up and see what he's missing.

Maria had always considered herself a very lucky woman because of how quickly she was able to reach orgasm. So many times in the past she was the first to cum, much to her husband's delight. And she could tell she was closing in on her orgasm. The familiar jolts of electricity were running up and down her spine, her nerves were on fire from delight.

Suddenly, she felt a hand cover hers through the fabric of her underwear. She turned her head and opened her eyes to see her husband staring back at her with a grin plastered on his face.

"Why not let me help you with that?" he asked and kissed her softly as he rolled himself on top of her.

Maria was surprised by his actions, for sure, but she wasn't about to question him or his sudden desire for her. Instead, she pulled her hand out from her underwear and wrapped her arms around his neck. Maria embraced her husband in a tight, passionate kiss as her tongue danced with his.

She gasped softly as she felt his hand rubbing against her mound, the thin fabric of her underwear completely damp from her overwhelming desire.

Suddenly, he moved his lips to her neck, sucking at her soft skin softly. Every fiber of her being was overcome with a burning want, as well as a sense of passion that she hadn't felt in ages.

She felt her underwear being pulled down as her husband began to kiss down her trembling body. Each gentle kiss elicited a soft moan from her supple lips. She could barely see her husband in the dark, but she certainly felt him. She gasped loudly as she suddenly felt his flattened tongue on her swollen clit. Her heart began to race, her mouth drying out from her heavy breathing. Instinctively, she clutched at her husband's head and entwined her fingers through his dark curls.

"Oh God, Thomas, yesssssss," she hissed under her breath, grinding herself into his face.

Maria moaned out loudly as she felt his lips close around her button, the stimulation of his sucking motions as well as how he twirled his tongue around her clit was bringing feelings to life that she thought were completely forgotten.

Maria felt more alive than she had in months, she felt so wanted at that moment. She eagerly bucked her hips and pushed her husband's head tightly against her soaking cunt. She was eager for every sensation that his sudden change of character brought.

"Oh, Thomas, don't stop, please. Oh God," she moaned out loudly.

"I wouldn't dream of it, my love," she heard him whisper, the movements of his lips against her swollen labia causing tremors through her body.

"After all, don't we humans just love sex too much to stop?" she heard Thomas ask. She looked down as her stomach started to sink. However, she couldn't make his face out anymore.

There was definitely something there, some kind of image, but it was as if her mind refused to register it.

"Thomas... What's going on?" she asked, starting to panic.

"I think this is the part where you should probably wake up," came the reply, in a voice she had never heard before.

Chapter 4

Maria jolted upright from the sleeper couch as she awoke from her dream.

"GODDAMNIT!" she screamed out. Maria took the pillow and covered her face with it as she screamed loudly into the pillow. She fell backwards onto the couch, feeling the wet patches of her sweat on her back. She felt almost as if she was about to cry. Maria sat up and threw the pillow across the room in frustration with an audible sigh.

"Of course! The first action I get in fucking months and it's a fucking dream. And of course it would turn weird right before I could cum. Ugh," Maria said out loud to herself, almost disgusted with her situation.

She stood up, feeling sticky from the sweat her dream caused. She moved towards the shower before the laptop caught her eye.

Wouldn't hurt, I guess.

She walked over and sat down in front of the rectangular device. She felt that she needed some good conversation to distract herself from the awful yet magnificent dream she just had. And her new friend was great at both conversing and distracting her, so why shouldn't she? She was just a bored housewife, after all. Also, wasn't that the exact reason her husband installed the application in the first place? For when she was feeling lonely?

Ugh. Why am I overthinking this again?

She opened up the laptop and pressed the power button, impatiently waiting as the thing seemed to take longer than ever to reach the home screen.

"Finally," she exclaimed as the laptop fully booted up. She immediately double clicked on the instant messaging application.

Welcome back, AveMaria. You have 1 Friend (username: FreudianNipSlip) currently online and ready to chat. Would you like to talk to your friend privately or chat with a randomized user?

Maria couldn't click on the "Chat Privately with Friend" icon quick enough. She was brought to a screen where she finally saw the display picture of the man she was talking to. For some reason, she checked over her shoulders as if somebody was watching her when she enlarged his display picture.

"Holy shit," she whispered underneath her breath as she inspected the picture. It was just him standing in front of his motorcycle, but he was one of the most attractive men she had ever laid eyes on. Short, blonde hair along with the deepest blue eyes she had ever seen. He was incredibly muscular too, with tattoos running down both of his veiny and immaculately defined arms.

F: Well, hello there, stranger. :p

She was snapped out of her investigation by the sudden pop up. Apparently, he had seen she was online and that she wasn't messaging him quite quickly enough.

"A man who takes charge? Sign me the fuck up." She laughed to herself and cracked her knuckles.

You: Hi to you too, stranger. :p

F: I was wondering when I would get the opportunity to talk to you again.

You: Oh well, you know, I like to be mysterious. Like to keep the men guessing.

F: Well, I do love solving mysteries. Even have my own van and Great Dane.

You: Well, if you're ever going to get me into a van all alone, a dog is most certainly the way to do so.

F: Pffffffft. You underestimate how alluring my homemade gingersnaps are. Women just throw themselves at me whenever they smell them.

You: Ahahahahaha. Men doing whatever it takes for the nookie, women giving it up for the cookie.

Maria sat and laughed at her own little joke. She already felt much better just talking to the stranger. It was the most ineffible effect that he had on her, it filled her with quite the sense of trepidation, but also, a burning excitement.

F: Oh! That's a great one! I'm gonna steal that, put it on a t-shirt. :p :D

You: Not if I trademark it first though. ;)

F: We could always just be business partners. ;) Think of all the great cramming sessions. We could drill each other all night long... With great ideas for improving the state of our business and capitilizing on recent market trends.

You: Ahahahaha! That's clever. Definitely living up to your display name with that one! Lol.

Maria actually did "laugh out loud" at her friend's word play. Then, her mind began to wander. Images of him cramming her with what she assumed to be an impressive cock that would only have been befitting of such an impressive man. She tried to shake the invasive thoughts out of her head, but they kept coming back every single time she stared at his display picture.

F: Oh, I figured you'd like that one lol. :p Can I ask you something though? Not to be weird or anything.

Maria's heart began to race again. What was he about to ask her?

You: Um, sure??? Lol. Ask ahead.

F: I just wanted to know if I could maybe ask for your name? If that's all right. It's gonna feel weird referring to you as the "Goodbye Lady" lol.

You: Oh, haha, of course. The name is, well, right there in the name lol. My name is Maria. How about you, Mr. Barnacle?

F: Okay, that makes the little joke so much better haha. Nice to virtually meet you, Maria. My name is Michael. :p

You: Very nice to "virtually" meet you too, Michael! Guess now we're a proper M&M!

F: Well, to be fair, we'd only be that if we were together, so if we meet someday, that can be our moniker haha.

Maria felt taken aback by his sudden comment. Was he really hinting at them meeting up? She knew that it should have been seen as a red flag, that she should have told him that she's married, that she should have told him she wasn't looking for anything. However, her body moved as if thinking on its own. Before she could register completely what she was doing, she had already sent him a message.

You: Well, then I can't wait.