Himura BattousaiChapter 55 the Request of Okubo Toshimichi
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My husband and I have been sharing fantasies for months now. Our marriage counselor told us to share fantasies and thoughts to rekindle our relationship. The truth is I just want to get fucked again.
But for the first three days after we were told to do it, we didn’t. Then my husband suggested that we write them down and leave them for the other to read. But Sam isn’t much of a writer. We were stuck. Finally he decided to send me emails with a link each day of a fantasy movie from a porn site he visited a lot. After a couple days he started to write little notes along with them. I’m a writer, so it was easy for me to write, but fantasies? I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t have them, I just don’t want to share them.
For example, I would really like to eat my best friends pussy. Maybe have her put a finger up my ass as she eats me. I would never say it to her. But I like her body and I love that she’s not shy. She comes over to go bike riding and then showers in the master bedroom as I tidy up. I always get an eyeful. This is not my first girl crush mind you. I have appreciated the female form all my life. God, high school was the best four years of my life. I didn’t miss a day in gym. I loved showering with all those naked girls and imagining doing things with several of them. But I digress, this is not a story about my sorry ass lip stick lesbian fantasies.
I didn’t write about those because I got the distinct notion that the fantasy was supposed to include my husband. So I sat and pondered. As friday approached I still had my fantasy writer block. Until one day after our bike ride.
“So how’s marriage counseling?”
“Oh. Ok. I guess. I’m not sure it’s doing much,” I told Wendy. Fuck she was hot and she was 50. I have never in my life had a body like hers, ever.
“Remind me again why you went?”
“The spark thing. After the k**s all went we just sat and watched TV. One day we went to a sexy toy shop for fun and realized we were completely sexually dead. I think it freaked us both out.”
“So? Fuck!”
“It’s not that simple. We did try that but sex isn’t like it was when we were dating. Back then I had goosebumps just thinking about his dick inside me,” I told her. Man, those were the days.
“So what do they have you doing at the marriage counselor? Maybe I’ll take Gerard. Our sex life is a little stale too. I’m getting to the point where I fantasize. I think Gerard might have the urge too. We are right on the seven year itch margin.
“Seven? Try almost thirty,” I said in feigned outrage over her short marriage.
“Well, I knew I loved to fuck. So I didn’t get married until late. Of course the trade off was no k**s so…”
“You think Gerard is thinking about an affair? Do you think he misses not having k**s?”
“I’m sure he misses having a k**, I do. Do I think he would cheat on me? Well, I have to say, after I started with the hot flashes. I haven’t been putting out so much lately. I probably wouldn’t blame him. Intellectually that is. But emotionally, I’d have to kill him.”
She smiled as she dried off.
“So you didn’t say, what do you do in the marriage counseling?” She asked now drying her hair. Which I love because I can just stare at her sexiness in a hard core way.
“We have to talk about our fantasies.”
“Brutal. I don’t think I have any that involve my husband,” she said. “What did you tell him.”
“Actually I’m stuck. Sam has decided to send me movies and texts with them. But I can’t get off the ground.”
“What movies does he send you?”
“I don’t know. Married women fucking black guys. It has been an education seeing his porn I will say.”
“Let me see,” she said and came over. She sat down on the bed with me naked as the day she was born. I was overcome with her clean scent of ivory soap. If she had moved on me right then I would not have stopped her.
I showed her a movies in the text. “Wow, cuck. This one here is wife sharing, this is a dogging one. I am sensing a theme.”
“What theme?”
“He gets off on guys that watch thier wives fuck other guys and date other men dummy.”
“OK. So what?”
“So? Write some fantasy story of how your out at the park, and the guy comes on to you and you just can’t stand it so you let the guy fuck you. Or whatever. I bet you could go people watch and come up with a dozen ideas. Oh, Oh. I have one. You go to the park and there are four guys playing basketball.”
“Let me guess, I fuck the two that win.”
“That and then suck off the two that don’t. Like the winner gets his choice of ass and puss. The losers get to fuck your mouth and come on your face.”
“Eww.”
“OK, whatever. It’s your assignment. You decide. I have given you my genius,” She said and got up, went to her bag, bent over to show off that nice slit. Taking her time to rummage around for her clothes.
But she got me thinking. Maybe I can write about the things Sam is sending me. Like I am doing it. Would that be cheating? I don’t really have sex fantasies like that. Would it be fair to write about stuff just to wind him up though.
So that was six months ago. And it worked. I wrote cuckold stories and even started publishing a few on some web sites where guys can jerk off to them and comment. Sam get’s into the comments. It’s been fun to write but it’s also gotten to be an obsession with me now. I thought I just wasn’t sexual, but thinking about the stories all day has a way of getting you hot. It’s started me wondering. Could I actually cuckold Sam? Who would do anything with me and my old mom bod?
Then came the really dangerous moment. The other day I started thinking, whats the difference, you know, If I tell Sam I am fucking other men or really doing it. It started me down a road of rationalizing cheating on my husband. I started to set up an Ashley Madison account. Just to see if guys would approach me. But I chickened out the moment I got three or four messages fifteen minutes later.
No. Too much temptation. This was wrong. I know that because I didn’t want Sam to know and with this damn COVID lockdown my husband is constantly around and over my shoulder. I have no intention of ruining my marriage. So I masturbated to the videos my husband sends me, imagine, and keep writing.
Finally the lockdown was over. Well, for like a week before California locked down again. But that was enough. We had decided to invite Wendy and Gerald over for lunch and grill some hot dogs. Our backyard isn’t huge but Gerald wanted to see my garden.
“You’re into gardening?” I asked Gerard. He’s about 52 I guess. Trim, he rides a road bike all the time and he has green eyes, thats the part that makes me hot, eyes. The rest does not matter to me.
“Well, not before this pandemic, but I started one this year to keep busy. I’m making a mess of it. I have no idea what I am doing.”
“I can show you a few things. If you want.”
“Sure. I could use the help,” He said with a smile like you would have if your up to something.
So I showed him my garden. We talked about plants and what it would really take to grow enough food to feed yourself. Then I showed him the potting bench around back and that’s when it happened. He put his hand on my hip as he was looking at the bag I was showing him. He was so close. I could smell his aftershave.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were so close,” I turned my head to excused myself and imagined he would move his hand off my hip. I told myself that he had just had it there to prevent me bumping into him. But it didn’t move. Instead he kissed me gently.
A thousand thoughts ran through my head. I could not tell you what they were. But as I stood there not reacting, he kept it up and kissed my cheek, my neck, and then his other hand came up under my breast and caressed me. When his hand brushed my nipple I became aware that they had stiffened up and gotten very sensitive. He kept kissing my neck, my kryptonite. Fuck. I put my hand up to touch his head as his kisses sent electric sensations right to my pussy.
“Your so sexy,” He said.
“This is wrong. Wendy is just inside and she’s my best friend,” I told him as his grip on me strengthened. This man was making all the moves to let me know he wanted me.
“I’ve read your stories.”
“So you think I do all that stuff? They are just stories.” How the hell did he find those stories I thought. But I recalled telling Wendy about them.
“You could. Right now,” he whispered and now both his hands were on my tits. He pressed himself to my back.
“No. Please. Don’t do this.”
“If I don’t stop? Will you stop me.”
I couldn’t breath now. My heart was pounding and I felt an old feeling inside me. That feelings when I first dated Sam. When I could not wait to be with him and I let go of myself.
I let out a moan and I slowly bunched up my dress with both hands lifting it up. I don’t wear underwear. I wasn’t going to touch his cock I told myself. I was just lifting my dress up around my waist. He would be the one to betray Wendy. I wasn’t going to say yes or ask him to do anything. After all, I told him it was wrong.
He touched me in ways I had not been touched in years. With an insistence and passion of that first time. He really wanted it and it made me feel so sexy. When he pushed gently I bent toward the potting bench, let go of my dress, and put my hands on it. He caressed my ass. Quickly finding the wet spot of my pussy and for the first time in decades a new man was fingering my hole. I gasped and looked back at him. He was just as on fire as I was. I should have said sop. I didn’t.
He unzipped his blue jeans and pulled out a very hard cock. The head was straining to the sky and deep purple. He wasn’t long, but big around. Then he started to position himself.
It was a shock when I felt him at my entrance. I was amazed how easily I had let him go this far. How natural it felt to be giving myself to him. But we fumbled to get a good position and the whole thing became very awkward for the both of us. I’m not going to help, I’m not going to help, I told myself even as I put one foot up on a box and stood on my tiptoe to give him access.
And then I felt him. I felt that new, hard, sexy cock inside me. He pushed in as far as he could. Like he was starving for me. Gently pushing until I felt his balls against me. Pressing against my cervix and I shuddered and got goosebumps.
“Are you OK?” he asked concerned.
“Yes.”
“We can …”
“No. Don’t. Just. Don’t”
And like that I was fucking another man. At this point, I was cheating. This wasn’t love, I was cheating, and it felt so good to just get fucked. My clit was hard and I was so wet. He was so deep inside me. I reached down and felt myself. Spreading my fingers so his cock was sliding between them a I felt him stretch my hole.
The sensation of getting fucked by Gerald was so much different than my husband and I having sex. More intense and hitting places I never felt before. I wasn’t thinking about Wendy, or Sam ,or even Gerald really. I was thinking about how good that cock felt. I bit my lip and came. It was small, but surprising, how easy and fast it was. I don’t do this. I don’t fuck standing up, I don’t fuck outside and I don’t come this fast. Sam and I always use a toy to get me off. But here I was with Gerald inside me and I was having an orgasm.
“Oh god. I’m coming. Your making me come.”
He kept fucking me and my legs quivered as he used my pussy for his pleasure. A few minutes later I felt another small orgasm. This time I felt my pussy squeeze his cock almost gripping it. Either my pussy was getting tighter or his cock was getting bigger. The small orgasm kept rolling and I relaxed. I was sure I would pee myself but it felt to good to stop. He was close too.
“I’m going to come,” he said. I grabbed his belt loop with one hand. He knew instinctively I wanted it inside me and his pace increased. I closed my eyes as my orgasm built and throbbed and then with one last thrust he grunted his juice into me. He was an a****l in that moment, breeding me, and that sent me over the edge. I came hard and I felt my fluids explode down my legs. I thought I might pass out with joy. I have never come at the same time with my husband. But Gerald played me like a fiddle. He was a god of fucking.
“Fuck I made a mess. Sorry,” I told him. My pussy juice everywhere. “I should have pee’d first I think.”
He kissed my neck. “You just squirted. I have this way with a G-spot.”
“I what?”
“Squirted. Wendy does it every once in a while when I put her legs on my shoulders and really grind in. But she has to be really horny. I guess you were really horny.”
I had heard of the term but never thought I could ever squirt. Now what? I let my dress drop and he pulled himself together. We didn’t embrace or kiss. I didn’t want to. I didn’t love him. I loved Sam. Good as the sex was the reality was sinking in now. I was a filthy cheating slut.
“Hey, you really are very sexy,” Gerald said and gave me a smile. “I loved making you come. Thanks for letting me.”
“Yeah. OK. Well, thanks for fucking me I guess.”
He left to join my husband at the grill and I went the other way to go back inside and pout about what I had just done to my husband and best friend. Those stupid fucking fantasies and stories had driven me to it. I felt a little sick. But then Wendy found me in my office and I could not look at her.
“Hey, why are you holed up in here. Come out so we can hang.”
Before I could answer Gerard came up behind her and gave her a kiss. “I have to run to the store to get some beer. You guys coming out?”
“Yeah. I am pulling Mrs. grumpy pants out of her office.”
“Ok, see you in a minute.”
“Hey?”
“What?” He asked as they kissed.
“Make sure I get a taste before you hop in the shower tonight.”
“OK,” He said and smiled at me and then left. I thought it was a weird thing to say.
“A taste?” I asked. She just smiled and blushed. “Never mind. Not my business.”
“I guess it kind of is. But if I tell you, You have to promise not to judge me. OK?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Well, I have had this fantasy. Gerald goes to work and he comes up behind this hot sexy little eighteen year old secretary, you know, he really gets into it.” This was starting to sound familiar.
“So, she's letting him feel her up and gets hot so she gives it up to him. Right there in the office bent over his desk,” she said as I started squirming in my chair.
“Later that night he comes home and confesses the whole thing, he’s sorry and tells me how won’t do it again. Then I get on my knees, I pull out his cock and I smell her on his cock, and then I taste her on his dick. Turns out I am pretty twisted.”
“I guess so,” I said swallowing hard. We fell into silence, she just smiled and looked down at my desk. I didn’t know what to say.
“Want to hear another one?” Wendy asked looking back up at me.”It’s about girls on a track team, in the shower, after a run.”
“Is it good?” I said and smiled back.
“It gets me off. If your good I’ll tell it to you tomorrow.”
She pulled me out of the chair and we went outside. My husband was burning shit on the grill so I pushed him aside and took over. He didn’t argue and just gave me a kiss. he had a hard-on I was sure of it. Weird. I looked at Wendy.
“Don’t tell Sam. Please.”
“I don’t think I have to. You weren’t all that quiet at the potting bench.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Check your messages lately?” Wendy asked.
“Watch the grill,” I told her and went to get my phone. There was a new message. From Sam. The text said, ‘The hottest porn I have ever seen. The actress is so hot and sexy. I love the way she fucks.’
The attached movie was of me getting fucked at the bench. It went back and forth to him jerking off. He shot a huge load all over the place about the same time I came hard in the movie.
I guess my husband and I have come together after all. What will happen tonight? Well see. What will happen tomorrow when Wendy and I get together? That I am going to keep just for myself.
But for the first three days after we were told to do it, we didn’t. Then my husband suggested that we write them down and leave them for the other to read. But Sam isn’t much of a writer. We were stuck. Finally he decided to send me emails with a link each day of a fantasy movie from a porn site he visited a lot. After a couple days he started to write little notes along with them. I’m a writer, so it was easy for me to write, but fantasies? I don’t know. It’s not that I don’t have them, I just don’t want to share them.
For example, I would really like to eat my best friends pussy. Maybe have her put a finger up my ass as she eats me. I would never say it to her. But I like her body and I love that she’s not shy. She comes over to go bike riding and then showers in the master bedroom as I tidy up. I always get an eyeful. This is not my first girl crush mind you. I have appreciated the female form all my life. God, high school was the best four years of my life. I didn’t miss a day in gym. I loved showering with all those naked girls and imagining doing things with several of them. But I digress, this is not a story about my sorry ass lip stick lesbian fantasies.
I didn’t write about those because I got the distinct notion that the fantasy was supposed to include my husband. So I sat and pondered. As friday approached I still had my fantasy writer block. Until one day after our bike ride.
“So how’s marriage counseling?”
“Oh. Ok. I guess. I’m not sure it’s doing much,” I told Wendy. Fuck she was hot and she was 50. I have never in my life had a body like hers, ever.
“Remind me again why you went?”
“The spark thing. After the k**s all went we just sat and watched TV. One day we went to a sexy toy shop for fun and realized we were completely sexually dead. I think it freaked us both out.”
“So? Fuck!”
“It’s not that simple. We did try that but sex isn’t like it was when we were dating. Back then I had goosebumps just thinking about his dick inside me,” I told her. Man, those were the days.
“So what do they have you doing at the marriage counselor? Maybe I’ll take Gerard. Our sex life is a little stale too. I’m getting to the point where I fantasize. I think Gerard might have the urge too. We are right on the seven year itch margin.
“Seven? Try almost thirty,” I said in feigned outrage over her short marriage.
“Well, I knew I loved to fuck. So I didn’t get married until late. Of course the trade off was no k**s so…”
“You think Gerard is thinking about an affair? Do you think he misses not having k**s?”
“I’m sure he misses having a k**, I do. Do I think he would cheat on me? Well, I have to say, after I started with the hot flashes. I haven’t been putting out so much lately. I probably wouldn’t blame him. Intellectually that is. But emotionally, I’d have to kill him.”
She smiled as she dried off.
“So you didn’t say, what do you do in the marriage counseling?” She asked now drying her hair. Which I love because I can just stare at her sexiness in a hard core way.
“We have to talk about our fantasies.”
“Brutal. I don’t think I have any that involve my husband,” she said. “What did you tell him.”
“Actually I’m stuck. Sam has decided to send me movies and texts with them. But I can’t get off the ground.”
“What movies does he send you?”
“I don’t know. Married women fucking black guys. It has been an education seeing his porn I will say.”
“Let me see,” she said and came over. She sat down on the bed with me naked as the day she was born. I was overcome with her clean scent of ivory soap. If she had moved on me right then I would not have stopped her.
I showed her a movies in the text. “Wow, cuck. This one here is wife sharing, this is a dogging one. I am sensing a theme.”
“What theme?”
“He gets off on guys that watch thier wives fuck other guys and date other men dummy.”
“OK. So what?”
“So? Write some fantasy story of how your out at the park, and the guy comes on to you and you just can’t stand it so you let the guy fuck you. Or whatever. I bet you could go people watch and come up with a dozen ideas. Oh, Oh. I have one. You go to the park and there are four guys playing basketball.”
“Let me guess, I fuck the two that win.”
“That and then suck off the two that don’t. Like the winner gets his choice of ass and puss. The losers get to fuck your mouth and come on your face.”
“Eww.”
“OK, whatever. It’s your assignment. You decide. I have given you my genius,” She said and got up, went to her bag, bent over to show off that nice slit. Taking her time to rummage around for her clothes.
But she got me thinking. Maybe I can write about the things Sam is sending me. Like I am doing it. Would that be cheating? I don’t really have sex fantasies like that. Would it be fair to write about stuff just to wind him up though.
So that was six months ago. And it worked. I wrote cuckold stories and even started publishing a few on some web sites where guys can jerk off to them and comment. Sam get’s into the comments. It’s been fun to write but it’s also gotten to be an obsession with me now. I thought I just wasn’t sexual, but thinking about the stories all day has a way of getting you hot. It’s started me wondering. Could I actually cuckold Sam? Who would do anything with me and my old mom bod?
Then came the really dangerous moment. The other day I started thinking, whats the difference, you know, If I tell Sam I am fucking other men or really doing it. It started me down a road of rationalizing cheating on my husband. I started to set up an Ashley Madison account. Just to see if guys would approach me. But I chickened out the moment I got three or four messages fifteen minutes later.
No. Too much temptation. This was wrong. I know that because I didn’t want Sam to know and with this damn COVID lockdown my husband is constantly around and over my shoulder. I have no intention of ruining my marriage. So I masturbated to the videos my husband sends me, imagine, and keep writing.
Finally the lockdown was over. Well, for like a week before California locked down again. But that was enough. We had decided to invite Wendy and Gerald over for lunch and grill some hot dogs. Our backyard isn’t huge but Gerald wanted to see my garden.
“You’re into gardening?” I asked Gerard. He’s about 52 I guess. Trim, he rides a road bike all the time and he has green eyes, thats the part that makes me hot, eyes. The rest does not matter to me.
“Well, not before this pandemic, but I started one this year to keep busy. I’m making a mess of it. I have no idea what I am doing.”
“I can show you a few things. If you want.”
“Sure. I could use the help,” He said with a smile like you would have if your up to something.
So I showed him my garden. We talked about plants and what it would really take to grow enough food to feed yourself. Then I showed him the potting bench around back and that’s when it happened. He put his hand on my hip as he was looking at the bag I was showing him. He was so close. I could smell his aftershave.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were so close,” I turned my head to excused myself and imagined he would move his hand off my hip. I told myself that he had just had it there to prevent me bumping into him. But it didn’t move. Instead he kissed me gently.
A thousand thoughts ran through my head. I could not tell you what they were. But as I stood there not reacting, he kept it up and kissed my cheek, my neck, and then his other hand came up under my breast and caressed me. When his hand brushed my nipple I became aware that they had stiffened up and gotten very sensitive. He kept kissing my neck, my kryptonite. Fuck. I put my hand up to touch his head as his kisses sent electric sensations right to my pussy.
“Your so sexy,” He said.
“This is wrong. Wendy is just inside and she’s my best friend,” I told him as his grip on me strengthened. This man was making all the moves to let me know he wanted me.
“I’ve read your stories.”
“So you think I do all that stuff? They are just stories.” How the hell did he find those stories I thought. But I recalled telling Wendy about them.
“You could. Right now,” he whispered and now both his hands were on my tits. He pressed himself to my back.
“No. Please. Don’t do this.”
“If I don’t stop? Will you stop me.”
I couldn’t breath now. My heart was pounding and I felt an old feeling inside me. That feelings when I first dated Sam. When I could not wait to be with him and I let go of myself.
I let out a moan and I slowly bunched up my dress with both hands lifting it up. I don’t wear underwear. I wasn’t going to touch his cock I told myself. I was just lifting my dress up around my waist. He would be the one to betray Wendy. I wasn’t going to say yes or ask him to do anything. After all, I told him it was wrong.
He touched me in ways I had not been touched in years. With an insistence and passion of that first time. He really wanted it and it made me feel so sexy. When he pushed gently I bent toward the potting bench, let go of my dress, and put my hands on it. He caressed my ass. Quickly finding the wet spot of my pussy and for the first time in decades a new man was fingering my hole. I gasped and looked back at him. He was just as on fire as I was. I should have said sop. I didn’t.
He unzipped his blue jeans and pulled out a very hard cock. The head was straining to the sky and deep purple. He wasn’t long, but big around. Then he started to position himself.
It was a shock when I felt him at my entrance. I was amazed how easily I had let him go this far. How natural it felt to be giving myself to him. But we fumbled to get a good position and the whole thing became very awkward for the both of us. I’m not going to help, I’m not going to help, I told myself even as I put one foot up on a box and stood on my tiptoe to give him access.
And then I felt him. I felt that new, hard, sexy cock inside me. He pushed in as far as he could. Like he was starving for me. Gently pushing until I felt his balls against me. Pressing against my cervix and I shuddered and got goosebumps.
“Are you OK?” he asked concerned.
“Yes.”
“We can …”
“No. Don’t. Just. Don’t”
And like that I was fucking another man. At this point, I was cheating. This wasn’t love, I was cheating, and it felt so good to just get fucked. My clit was hard and I was so wet. He was so deep inside me. I reached down and felt myself. Spreading my fingers so his cock was sliding between them a I felt him stretch my hole.
The sensation of getting fucked by Gerald was so much different than my husband and I having sex. More intense and hitting places I never felt before. I wasn’t thinking about Wendy, or Sam ,or even Gerald really. I was thinking about how good that cock felt. I bit my lip and came. It was small, but surprising, how easy and fast it was. I don’t do this. I don’t fuck standing up, I don’t fuck outside and I don’t come this fast. Sam and I always use a toy to get me off. But here I was with Gerald inside me and I was having an orgasm.
“Oh god. I’m coming. Your making me come.”
He kept fucking me and my legs quivered as he used my pussy for his pleasure. A few minutes later I felt another small orgasm. This time I felt my pussy squeeze his cock almost gripping it. Either my pussy was getting tighter or his cock was getting bigger. The small orgasm kept rolling and I relaxed. I was sure I would pee myself but it felt to good to stop. He was close too.
“I’m going to come,” he said. I grabbed his belt loop with one hand. He knew instinctively I wanted it inside me and his pace increased. I closed my eyes as my orgasm built and throbbed and then with one last thrust he grunted his juice into me. He was an a****l in that moment, breeding me, and that sent me over the edge. I came hard and I felt my fluids explode down my legs. I thought I might pass out with joy. I have never come at the same time with my husband. But Gerald played me like a fiddle. He was a god of fucking.
“Fuck I made a mess. Sorry,” I told him. My pussy juice everywhere. “I should have pee’d first I think.”
He kissed my neck. “You just squirted. I have this way with a G-spot.”
“I what?”
“Squirted. Wendy does it every once in a while when I put her legs on my shoulders and really grind in. But she has to be really horny. I guess you were really horny.”
I had heard of the term but never thought I could ever squirt. Now what? I let my dress drop and he pulled himself together. We didn’t embrace or kiss. I didn’t want to. I didn’t love him. I loved Sam. Good as the sex was the reality was sinking in now. I was a filthy cheating slut.
“Hey, you really are very sexy,” Gerald said and gave me a smile. “I loved making you come. Thanks for letting me.”
“Yeah. OK. Well, thanks for fucking me I guess.”
He left to join my husband at the grill and I went the other way to go back inside and pout about what I had just done to my husband and best friend. Those stupid fucking fantasies and stories had driven me to it. I felt a little sick. But then Wendy found me in my office and I could not look at her.
“Hey, why are you holed up in here. Come out so we can hang.”
Before I could answer Gerard came up behind her and gave her a kiss. “I have to run to the store to get some beer. You guys coming out?”
“Yeah. I am pulling Mrs. grumpy pants out of her office.”
“Ok, see you in a minute.”
“Hey?”
“What?” He asked as they kissed.
“Make sure I get a taste before you hop in the shower tonight.”
“OK,” He said and smiled at me and then left. I thought it was a weird thing to say.
“A taste?” I asked. She just smiled and blushed. “Never mind. Not my business.”
“I guess it kind of is. But if I tell you, You have to promise not to judge me. OK?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Well, I have had this fantasy. Gerald goes to work and he comes up behind this hot sexy little eighteen year old secretary, you know, he really gets into it.” This was starting to sound familiar.
“So, she's letting him feel her up and gets hot so she gives it up to him. Right there in the office bent over his desk,” she said as I started squirming in my chair.
“Later that night he comes home and confesses the whole thing, he’s sorry and tells me how won’t do it again. Then I get on my knees, I pull out his cock and I smell her on his cock, and then I taste her on his dick. Turns out I am pretty twisted.”
“I guess so,” I said swallowing hard. We fell into silence, she just smiled and looked down at my desk. I didn’t know what to say.
“Want to hear another one?” Wendy asked looking back up at me.”It’s about girls on a track team, in the shower, after a run.”
“Is it good?” I said and smiled back.
“It gets me off. If your good I’ll tell it to you tomorrow.”
She pulled me out of the chair and we went outside. My husband was burning shit on the grill so I pushed him aside and took over. He didn’t argue and just gave me a kiss. he had a hard-on I was sure of it. Weird. I looked at Wendy.
“Don’t tell Sam. Please.”
“I don’t think I have to. You weren’t all that quiet at the potting bench.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Check your messages lately?” Wendy asked.
“Watch the grill,” I told her and went to get my phone. There was a new message. From Sam. The text said, ‘The hottest porn I have ever seen. The actress is so hot and sexy. I love the way she fucks.’
The attached movie was of me getting fucked at the bench. It went back and forth to him jerking off. He shot a huge load all over the place about the same time I came hard in the movie.
I guess my husband and I have come together after all. What will happen tonight? Well see. What will happen tomorrow when Wendy and I get together? That I am going to keep just for myself.
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