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Why I just had to fuck your husband again:
I know you're mad at him and me. I know you saw that hes been messaging me again.
The first time you caught him messaging me was right after you got married. I was timid about being caught for the first time. He told me to tell you that we had never met in person. It was all an online fantasy RP. I did that. Said I had met him online and just messaged back and forth. Little did you know the marks on his body on your wedding day were from me.
I dated him while I was in highschool. He was older than me by a few years. I wasnt quite legal yet when he slept with my best friend. I was young and stupid then. I didnt understand the strategy to the game yet. I figured it out when my friend came clean about them. I put her on mute on a 3way call and dialed him in. I made him tell me every last reason why I was the perfect woman for him and why nothing else mattered. He went into details on his own. I took her off mute and told the two of them they had a lot to talk about. He called me two days later, angry and embarrassed as could be but begging me to fuck him how he needs it. The game started right then.
He told me when he started dating you. And messaged me constantly how much he missed my smooth perfect legs wrapped around his face.
I didnt keep him waiting for it for long. I figured hes a big boy and could make his own decisions on relationships.
He tried to say he was happy with you, but couldn't give me up.
Right before your wedding he called me. Said he needed someone he could actually talk to. I met him immediately and let him pour his heart out to me of all the reasons he didnt want to take the step. I convinced him that you actually love him. Unlike me. I fucked him in the backseat of his car and left my handprints on him. Then I told him to marry you. I bet this is the first time you're hearing about this. You're welcome.
It wasnt until a couple years later that you caught him again. He was moaning my name on the phone for me. Telling me why his boring, stupid wife couldnt compete with the girl of his dreams. He sounded so good telling me how you kept trying to give him head but he missed my mouth so badly he couldnt even cum for you. It's one of my favourite things to do, looking up at him with a mouthful of his cock. He always plays with my hair and tells me how perfect it feels with my lips wrapped around him. How I give the best head hes ever had.
You texted me to stop. You asked a million questions about me. I was the whore ruining your perfect marriage. I was the whore making your husband choose jerking off for me over the phone instead of fucking your face.
See, this is where the game changed. You started in on some points that I had been painfully aware of from the moment you met him. We don't look alike. You're a relatively petite, girl next door type. You're older than me by at least 7 years. You have a cute little mousey face. I've always been just a bit too thick. Curves for days. Maybe a bit fat, you could say. I also have a relatively in your face, punk attitude. I'm quirky. You're typical. Maybe I was mad that you brought up my weight, maybe I was frustrated that you were messaging me instead of being the mild mannered boring person I expected you to be, but I told you point blank that you could say whatever you wanted because your husband would always choose my fat ass sitting on his face than anything you could give him. It was a confidence booster for me when he agreed.
A year later you read through his messages again and caught us. Again. You read every detailed message about how he'd beg to kiss my feet, and how he couldn't wait to hold me again.
You messaged me so quickly to tell me how I don't mean anything to him. Im just some online fantasy. I'm not timid about being caught anymore. He and I have spent years conditioning his sex drive around my pleasure. I'm fully comfortable saying I know I own his cum. I told you that I've been in your bedroom several times. I love your mattress-its better than mine when im on my knees riding him. I told you, you're fighting over your sweet caring hubby, I'm amusing myself with my favourite fuck toy. I don't want him to love me. I want him to shut the fuck up while I make myself cum on his dick. I want him to show me exactly how much he missed me in between visits. I want him to give me the satisfaction of filling me with cum when I tell him to. We are not the same, sweetheart.
You quickly changed the topic to how this is the last time I'll ever talk to him. You decided you were going to lay a ground rule that hes yours and therefore he'll "choose" you and stop talking to me. You still thought I was lying about being in your bedroom. You thought a couple mean texts about my weight would be off putting. But your husband has been loving my big tits and fat ass from the day he met me. Years before you came along. Your husband has been licking my younger, wetter, tighter, cunt every chance hes had since before you came along. Hes been telling me how gorgeous I am since the day I met him. Hes been filling me with cum every time I'm on top of him. You still dont understand the game.
See, the point of it is to take what you want. And you're not very good at it. We are not the same. If I want your husband, I'll have him. On his knees begging to taste my wet little pussy with your pillow under my ass while he does it. When I want your husband I take him. I owned him long before you tried to make a claim.
So you see, with such a point to prove about my ability to get what I want, of course I went over to your place last night while you were out of town. This time I recorded a bit for you. Well, he held the camera and told me all about how he wishes you could fuck him like I do. I made him cum all over my big tits while he moaned my name. Its all there in the video, I recommend the volume up.
Babe, you can have your husband, he does love you, he just loves fucking me more than that.
I know you're mad at him and me. I know you saw that hes been messaging me again.
The first time you caught him messaging me was right after you got married. I was timid about being caught for the first time. He told me to tell you that we had never met in person. It was all an online fantasy RP. I did that. Said I had met him online and just messaged back and forth. Little did you know the marks on his body on your wedding day were from me.
I dated him while I was in highschool. He was older than me by a few years. I wasnt quite legal yet when he slept with my best friend. I was young and stupid then. I didnt understand the strategy to the game yet. I figured it out when my friend came clean about them. I put her on mute on a 3way call and dialed him in. I made him tell me every last reason why I was the perfect woman for him and why nothing else mattered. He went into details on his own. I took her off mute and told the two of them they had a lot to talk about. He called me two days later, angry and embarrassed as could be but begging me to fuck him how he needs it. The game started right then.
He told me when he started dating you. And messaged me constantly how much he missed my smooth perfect legs wrapped around his face.
I didnt keep him waiting for it for long. I figured hes a big boy and could make his own decisions on relationships.
He tried to say he was happy with you, but couldn't give me up.
Right before your wedding he called me. Said he needed someone he could actually talk to. I met him immediately and let him pour his heart out to me of all the reasons he didnt want to take the step. I convinced him that you actually love him. Unlike me. I fucked him in the backseat of his car and left my handprints on him. Then I told him to marry you. I bet this is the first time you're hearing about this. You're welcome.
It wasnt until a couple years later that you caught him again. He was moaning my name on the phone for me. Telling me why his boring, stupid wife couldnt compete with the girl of his dreams. He sounded so good telling me how you kept trying to give him head but he missed my mouth so badly he couldnt even cum for you. It's one of my favourite things to do, looking up at him with a mouthful of his cock. He always plays with my hair and tells me how perfect it feels with my lips wrapped around him. How I give the best head hes ever had.
You texted me to stop. You asked a million questions about me. I was the whore ruining your perfect marriage. I was the whore making your husband choose jerking off for me over the phone instead of fucking your face.
See, this is where the game changed. You started in on some points that I had been painfully aware of from the moment you met him. We don't look alike. You're a relatively petite, girl next door type. You're older than me by at least 7 years. You have a cute little mousey face. I've always been just a bit too thick. Curves for days. Maybe a bit fat, you could say. I also have a relatively in your face, punk attitude. I'm quirky. You're typical. Maybe I was mad that you brought up my weight, maybe I was frustrated that you were messaging me instead of being the mild mannered boring person I expected you to be, but I told you point blank that you could say whatever you wanted because your husband would always choose my fat ass sitting on his face than anything you could give him. It was a confidence booster for me when he agreed.
A year later you read through his messages again and caught us. Again. You read every detailed message about how he'd beg to kiss my feet, and how he couldn't wait to hold me again.
You messaged me so quickly to tell me how I don't mean anything to him. Im just some online fantasy. I'm not timid about being caught anymore. He and I have spent years conditioning his sex drive around my pleasure. I'm fully comfortable saying I know I own his cum. I told you that I've been in your bedroom several times. I love your mattress-its better than mine when im on my knees riding him. I told you, you're fighting over your sweet caring hubby, I'm amusing myself with my favourite fuck toy. I don't want him to love me. I want him to shut the fuck up while I make myself cum on his dick. I want him to show me exactly how much he missed me in between visits. I want him to give me the satisfaction of filling me with cum when I tell him to. We are not the same, sweetheart.
You quickly changed the topic to how this is the last time I'll ever talk to him. You decided you were going to lay a ground rule that hes yours and therefore he'll "choose" you and stop talking to me. You still thought I was lying about being in your bedroom. You thought a couple mean texts about my weight would be off putting. But your husband has been loving my big tits and fat ass from the day he met me. Years before you came along. Your husband has been licking my younger, wetter, tighter, cunt every chance hes had since before you came along. Hes been telling me how gorgeous I am since the day I met him. Hes been filling me with cum every time I'm on top of him. You still dont understand the game.
See, the point of it is to take what you want. And you're not very good at it. We are not the same. If I want your husband, I'll have him. On his knees begging to taste my wet little pussy with your pillow under my ass while he does it. When I want your husband I take him. I owned him long before you tried to make a claim.
So you see, with such a point to prove about my ability to get what I want, of course I went over to your place last night while you were out of town. This time I recorded a bit for you. Well, he held the camera and told me all about how he wishes you could fuck him like I do. I made him cum all over my big tits while he moaned my name. Its all there in the video, I recommend the volume up.
Babe, you can have your husband, he does love you, he just loves fucking me more than that.
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