When my wife asked me to write a story about my desires

>I met this girl named Hope online. She was so flirty, a great conversation, sweet, and intelligent. She liked to listen to me ramble on about things. Her husband didn’t talk to her much. I couldn’t believe that I found a girl like Hope. She actually values a quality conversation over quantity! It was terrific. We chatted quite often and eventually had incredible cyber sex. I told my wife, Jane, all about it. She thought it was cute that her nice husband was having a cyber affair. A few months ago, I told her I enjoyed having cyber conversations with woman online. She didn’t understand it at first, but we talked through it. Then that conversation led to some fetishes that I have that I have never told anyone before. She couldn’t believe it. You see my wife is not sexual like me, or like most woman, but she worked on understanding me because she loves me. So then when I told her that Hope can satisfy my thirst for this fetish she was actually happy for me. It turned her on actually.
I told Jane that Hope was just 30 minutes away, and that we talked about having lunch together, but only if I got her approval. Hope’s husband has no idea. So when Jane said that I could go I couldn’t believe it! The only thing she asked was that I take a picture of her enjoying me. I was certainly OK with that, and I was fairly certain Hope would be OK with that too since Jane was allowing this. Jane felt like it was important she at least see her and get an idea of what we were doing. What an incredible adventure! I spent too much of our time hiding my desires and I wish I would have been more open to her in the beginning. While Jane doesn’t have any desires or fetishes like I do, I am working with her to be more open and free. Easier said than done. It’s a work in progress but I want her to explore her sexuality.
The day of the lunch I stared at my closet. I dressed carefully that day, and by carefully, I mean, Jane dressed me. I couldn’t decide on what to wear so Jane came to the rescue. I didn’t want to seem too formal or look uncomfortable. Jane is very fashionable so she likes dressing me up. This was the first date I have been on in over 8 years so without Jane I don’t know if I could have left the house! She picked out a blazer and a collard shirt. She ironed my jeans and wiped down my shoes. I looked real sharp. My blue eyes were popping. As I was heading for the door Jane stopped me so she could kiss me. We kissed like we have never kissed before. She stroked my cock outside of my jeans and moaned. She loved my cock. She apologized that she can’t do what Hope can do for me. I said she was being silly, and by her allowing me to go says more about her than any fleeting sexual desire I want. I also reminded her that if something like this happens to you then I will support it. I hugged and kissed her one last time before I embarked on this crazy adventure. How did I pull this off I thought to myself?

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>The closer I got to lunch the faster my heart beat. We’ve never met! This is crazy I thought to myself. Hope loves a confident man so I have to be in control. I sat there waiting for Hope to come out of her office building and I wondering if she was really as cute as her pictures were. Her voice though was so sexy so she had to be just as cute. My breath was coming in gasps and my palms were sweating. Be confident I thought. I couldn’t believe that I was doing this. I was raised to have a normal family! I am always doing the right thing. I never hit on woman or flirt with them. I treat woman with respect because I am married. Maybe that’s why Jane is letting me do this? I’ve earned her trust.
As soon as she stepped out of the building I saw her. I thought my heart would beat out of my chest. She smiled as she recognized me. I stopped breathing. Confidence I told myself! No one likes a pussy. I began to breathe again and I was able to say with a smile, “Hello.” We stared at each other for a couple seconds. Hope wore a black skirt that was short enough to be sexy, but not short enough to seem slutty. She screamed class. At 5’2 she had a presence about her that was much larger. Her black blouse accentuated her nice, perky tits. A colorful scarf at her neck and 3 inch heels completed the outfit. 
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>I felt confident. I grinned at her and said, “Hi, babes.” She looked at me, and I wondering if she was able to speak or not. She finally was able to breathe almost normally and said, “This is crazy. Jane isn’t here with a gun is she?” We both giggled. “No she’s happy for me. She does have one rule that I will tell you about later.”
We turned to walk to the restuarant. As soon as she started talking, I relaxed. This was like chatting online. She was so easy to talk to. Her husband is an idiot! None of my business, I thought.
We went to a quiet and dark restaurant. Hope had fears that she would be recognized in public with someone that was not her husband. We made sure to sit in the far corner. We ordered and then chatted over lunch. It was such a relaxing time. All my nervousness seemed to melt away over the meal. Occasionally, throughout lunch, I would reach over and place my hand on her knee or touch the back of her hand. I wanted her to know I lusted for her. Every time I would touch her I would burn. My heart raced and I was hoping she was feeling the same. I wanted her so badly.
When lunch was over, we walked back to my car and I would put the back of my hand on her ass gently. When we got to the car I looked at her. I saw the desire in her eyes and I hope she saw my lust. I leaned toward her and put my hot lips on hers. I felt her accept my kiss and we both explored each others tongues softly. She melted into me as I felt her tongue caress my lips. Wow. Crazy how people kiss differently I thought.
We got into the car and then we sat there and continued kissing. My hand was on Hope’s knee and I began to move upward. I could feel her warmth. I was so excited, my cock was pushing against my jeans. Am I really doing this? This is not me. I don’t do things like this… but I like it.
Gently, I eased her legs apart. Then I said, “You wouldn’t mind if I took a couple of pictures, would you?… This is what Jane wants. She wants to see evidence that I pleased you”. Hope’s eyes widened, “Well, how could I say no?! I shrugged so I pointed my phone up her skirt. Hope was so wet. This is my fetish. The wetter the better. Jane wanted to see what I crave. I went back to kissing Hope. You could smell her sex in the car. My cock was bulging into my jeans and I felt precum dripping.
Our kisses were so warm and wet and inviting. And my hand moved to the inside of her thigh. I love how easy it is to make Hope get wet.
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> She put her hand on my knee, thinking about the fact that it wasn’t Janes hand made me feel a bit weird. But before I knew it, her hand was on my cock. I let out a small moan. She could feel how hard I was through my pants.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I moved my hand in between her thighs and pulled her thong to the side. My god her thong is ruined it’s so wet! This is so different to me. As I did this my hand kept her legs spread wide. I took my phone and took more pictures. I spread her legs further and leaned into her ear, “please show my wife how much you are enjoying me. Give her what I like. I grabbed my phone and took more pictures. Hope reached down and fingered herself slightly. Her juices were sticking to her fore finger and middle finger. I took the picture. My god her wet and shaved pussy was too much for me. I could cum right there! I put the phone away and leaned her into ear, “I want to worship your pussy. I want to love your pussy so much that i remember this day forever.” Hope turned to me and kissed me on the lips, looked right at me and said, “always keep those pictures and never forget me.”
Her hot mouth covered mine. I couldn’t utter a word. She was kissing me so hard and so deep. My hand couldn’t resist it anymore and it went right back up her thigh. I pushed my entire hand on the outside of her pussy, pulled it back and licked it all off. “worship this pussy” i said to myself. Hope loved the lust I had for her. She needed to be desired. We were satisfying each other in the most perfect way
Before I knew what was happening, my fingers were circling her clit… slipping inside her. She moaned and continue to stroke me cock harrder. I needed to unzip my pants. Hope beat me to it. Her hands found their way inside my pants and pulled my cock out, stroking it. She looked at me and said, “My husbands cock is bigger you know, but he cant me cum. Are you going to make me cum? Make me cum for Jane. Live your fantasy baby. Let me be your fetish.”My fingers were still circling her clit and when she said let me be your fetish i slipped two fingers inside of her. She moaned and sighed and slipped her tongue in my ear.
I stopped the action of my fingers and took her hand in mine. We moved quickly to the back of my suburban. As soon as we were in the back seat, my hands ran up the back of her thighs, pushed her skirt up and grabbed her ass.
She continued to stroke my cock as my hands ran up and down her thighs and ass. Suddenly, I pushed my fingers inside her hot, wet pussy. She couldn’t control her body as it shuddered and bucked against my fingers. Her pussy was so tight. It needed release. How could her husband deny this pussy. She felt so good. She stroked my cock faster. The thought that we were masturbating each other was too much for me. I almost came. I moaned. Hope told me how much she wanted to feel my cock inside her.
Before I knew what was happening, I was on top of her with her thong pulled to the side, slipping my hard cock inside her. It just glided in. I pushed her walls apart.
It felt so much better than I ever imagined! Her hips rocked up to meet mine. Her pussy dripped with desire for my cock. She was feeling my flexed arms holding myself up. She wanted me to do her faster and harder and deeper. I was happy to oblige. I could feel her juices hitting my thigh. “Squirt for me! Dammit Hope let yourself go and fucking squirt!” I pumped her so hard my balls hitting her so hard.
She asked me to roll over. She climbed on top of my drenched cock. The lust in Hope’s eyes were someting I have never seen. She slowly slid down on it. “Tell me who has a better pussy?” “You do baby, I said.” She elevated her pussy to the tip of my cock. “Why is my pussy better?” I looked down at my twitching cock. I am going to cum I thought to myself. “Because you’re pussy deserves to be worshipped everyday.” As I said that, she slammed her pussy down on my cock. I moaned so loud. I felt her juices on my stomach. “Squirt for me you slut!” She loved it when I would say that on the phone because she knew I lost all control of who I am. She smiled and leaned back and rode it in circles. I reached my hand up and rubbed her clit back and forth and within a couple seconds she sprayed all over me. Her body trembeled. I couldn’t believe it. I made her squirt. My wiped my mouth. She fulfilled my fantasy! Hope  definitely had an orgasm I thought. Then she regained composure and kept fucking me just because it felt so good coming down. I started to moan and grabbed her ass. And she moved faster and harder and faster.

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>”You know what I want” Hope said to me. She was going crazy on my cock. I knew what she wanted. “Is Jane here or is your little slut here?” Our hips moved faster and faster as she whispered in me ear… “Fuck me, baby! I want your cum in me!” She lost control I thought. This is what we both wanted. Like a crazed animal Hope got off my cock and put her pussy on my mouth. She literally screamed on the top of her lungs and grinded her hips back and forth over my rapid tongue. She was squirting more all over my face. I loved her taste. My god! I was soaked.

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>She gets her composure and slides her pussy on my cock. She was possessed I tell you. Faster. Harder. Hope was whispering now “do it”. She was looking up to the sky as I grunted. My cum is spurting all over her pussy. “Oh God, baby” Hope was moving up and down as I slowly got soft. She grabbed my chin and told me to look at her. “You OK?” I paused for a second. that was so intense. “I don’t think Jane gave me any rules about cumming in you.” I stared at Hopes chest going up and down.”Hope?” ” Before you get dressed can you sit on my face again? I need to say goodbye to your pussy.”

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