Names have been changed for discretion.
Part 1
It all began about 2 years ago. I was 35 at the time; 10 years into marriage with my husband of the same age. We had a fairly healthy relationship minus the same arguments on a semi regular basis.
I found myself often irritated with his lack of help in household chores, and his constant spending habits. For him the complaint was always the same; sex, or a lack there of. To be fair I did turn down sexual advances from him more often than a wife should. It wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in him or that he didn’t satisfy me, I just found myself so mentally and physically drained that sex was not a priority to me like it was for him.
It had gotten to the point where I felt like all he wanted me for was sex, and I was never going to be able to satisfy his desire for pussy. Then something happened that was a complete paradigm shift for me. I began getting strange random text messages and although I ignored them quite often at first eventually they got me to enjoy the very thing that I resented my husband for making me feel; that feeling that somebody out there wanted me for nothing more than my wet pussy.
I remember the first text vividly, like it was yesterday. It was around 7pm, my text alert sounded off and I immediately looked at my phone assuming it was my hubby checking in from work.
-Hey there sexy. Are you feeling lonely tonight?
Assuming it was just some random spam bs I ignored the message and deleted it but 5 minutes later..
-What’s the matter? Afraid hubby will find out? It’s ok, I won’t tell ?
-I think you have the wrong
number
-Oh this isn’t Lisa?
I was now confused, how does this person know my name? I again ignored the message just hoping the creep would leave me alone but 5 minutes later…
-You have the sexiest hips I’ve ever seen. And that ass mmmm I want to squeeze my arms around you from behind and push my cock up against that big sexy ass of yours soooo bad
-I could stare at that ass for days. It makes me rock hard right now just thinking about it
-who is this? Is this some
kind of joke?
-your secret admirer
I decided to ignore the message. Surely I didn’t actually have a secret admirer. As a 35 year old married mother of 2 simply doesn’t have the time to even get to know someone enough that they would be attracted to me.
Part 2
The texts had stopped for about a week now. I never mentioned it to my hubby, I really didn’t even know what I would have said; “hey Mark, I got these weird texts from some guy who claims he loves my big ass”. Mark would probably just laugh it off as some weird random internet stranger as I did. Although, he probably would have agreed with how sexy my ass is.
My husband has always said he loved the size of my ass but if I’m being honest with myself, I hate it. It’s so hard to find a good pair of pants that don’t make my ass look even bigger than it already is. And then there’s the underwear issue…
That probably sounds weird, “the underwear issue” , but if you’re a thicker girl like me with some meat on your bones you know what I’m talking about. I love sexy panties, have always loved them but I can’t wear them. Wearing a thong with an ass this size just isn’t practical. It gets old wearing the same ole size 9 “granny panties” every day. Sometimes a woman needs to feel sexy under her outter layer but for me, skimpy underwear just doesn’t look attractive.
That’s why I decided to not wear any underwear at all on this day. I wanted to feel sexy, I wanted him to be turned on when he lifted up my dress to find out there were no panties to remove. It was our anniversary and we were going to have a simple night out at a restaurant probably followed by a boring night at home capped off with sex. I guess I just needed something a little extra that night, something to make me feel sexy or even naughty…
So there we are at the dinner table, he’s looking at me in a way I haven’t seen for quite some time to be honest. It was that desire in his eye, the same look he used to give me in our 20’s when we’d end up going home and I’d suck his cock before taking it into my dripping wet pussy.
That’s one thing I can say for Mark, despite my lack of “wanting it” like I used to, whenever we did have sex he still got me just as wet as he always had. He always made sure I orgasmed before him, and he to this day pleases me very passionately. But tonight, something was different…something in me.
What was it that had me feeling so fucking horny there at dinner? Was it the desire in his eye, my naughty decision to not wear panties? Or was it…him?
I’ve never had much of a wandering eye but at the bar near where our table was sat a young man. I’d guess he was in his early 20’s, no older than 23. I felt like I saw him looking at me sexually a few times out of the corner of his eye. But surely he wasn’t looking at my thick 35 year old body. He was so handsome, I don’t even remember if he was there with a female but surely he had no need to be looking at me. And then it happened…a text message.
I looked at my phone
-hey, how’s my thick ass milf doing tonight? Ready to try out this young Cock yet?
My heart raced, my face probably turned flush red and my pussy definitely moistened a little bit. Wait, what? I’m not that kind of woman I thought to myself, why did I have a sudden moment of arousal from this? It must be the situation, just the anticipation of knowing hubby and I are going to go home and fuck, knowing I’m not wearing any panties for him and then the guy at the bar. It was just like this perfect storm of naughtiness all converged with that one simple text.
Of course I ignored it, I was at dinner for my 11th wedding anniversary after all. We finished our meals and again *buzz* I look at my phone again
-oh I’m sorry, I forgot tonight was your anniversary. Perhaps we can chat another night?
At this point I was tempted to tell my husband about all of these strange messages. But I didn’t. Why you ask? I’m not really sure, maybe because all I could think about at that moment was going home and having his cock inside of me. I needed it, I wanted it. For the first time in a couple years; I fucking wanted my husbands cock RIGHT NOW, I needed it.
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