part 3
I lied there in bed waiting for my hubby to enter the bedroom. He was doing his usual routine of locking the doors and letting the dog out before bed. The anniversary had gone predictably well, aside from the young guy who caught my eye and the secret admirer text.
The text message, I stared at my phone wondering who could have sent it? “Oh I’m sorry I forgot tonight was your anniversary…”. How did this guy know tonight was my anniversary? Clearly it was somebody who knew me. I scrolled up a bit more “ready to try out this young cock yet?”. Young cock, hmm who do I know that is “younger” than I? I was trying to think of everyone I knew who could possibly be younger than I and sexting me in this way. But nobody came to mind.
The mystery had my mind so occupied that it took me a few minutes to realize what I was doing. My left hand holding my phone reading these texts from earlier tonight and a week ago from this supposed “younger cock”. I kept repeating younger cock to myself over and over in my head and that’s when I finally realized what my other hand was doing.
The tip of my middle finger had gotten too moist to go unnoticed. I’d been sitting here staring at my phone for several minutes and I just now realized that my middle finger was gently sliding along my pussy lips. My index finger was slowly and gently circling around my clitoris. I was wet; wet and ready to fuck. That’s when he walked in the room.
I looked up from my phone to see my husband standing in the door way. I quickly sat my phone down but my hand under the blanket continued what it was doing. I locked eyes with him and my legs began to wiggle. I’m not sure if he could tell what I was doing or not but part of me wanted to pull the covers back and show him.
I wanted to let him see that my dress was hiked up above my hips and my hand was rubbing my wet pussy. I wanted him to see that I could be the naughty little wife with a high sex drive that he seemed to so desperately desire.
But I didn’t, instead I continued quietly and secretly pleasuring myself until he made a move. I know he was probably hoping I’d roll over and slide his shorts down and just start sucking his cock. I used to do that sort of thing almost every night when we first started dating. But for whatever reason that girl just isn’t in me anymore.
I was on my left side looking at the end table and enjoying fondling my pussy when I felt his hand on my back. The slow long motion of his hand sliding up and down my spine felt so nice. I knew what it meant, as did he when I let out a soft moan. That was sort of my way of always telling him “ok, we can fuck tonight” without having to say the words. I would just begin to moan softly, and then he’d scoot closer, pressing his cock against my ass.
Just as his hand moved from my back to the side of my torso I moved my arm and stopped touching my own pussy. I knew it wouldn’t be long before his hand made its way there anyway. His gentle but strong touch felt so good on my belly, I could feel the entire surface of his hand sliding up from my belly button to my chest. Then he switched to just the finger tips softly touching my skin as he got closer to my breasts.
The hair on my neck stood up as his finger tips sent a tickle through my breasts. He started circling his middle finger around my large aureola on my left breast. I could feel him breathing heavier against my neck as he pinched my nipple. Mmmm my nipples have always been so sensitive. By this point my panties were practically soaking wet in anticipation of having his cock inside me.
He whispers in my ear “someone’s texting you”. What?!? I thought to myself. How did he know? How much did he know, why did he wait until now to mention it? My heart was pounding, I was so horny and ready to fuck but also scared. I didn’t want to lose him, didn’t want him to think I’ve been doing something behind his back.
I said nothing in reply, just pushed my ass further into his already stiff cock and moaned louder. I thought to myself, why am I worried? I really have done nothing wrong, I barely ever even replied to the texter. I probably should have told my hubby about the texts so maybe he would be mad about that. I just kept thinking all of these thoughts when I finally came to realize that his hand was now rubbing my clit.
I’ve always been a clitoris girl. Most of my sexual pleasure comes from having my clit stimulated and I was breathing heavy and damn near close to orgasm before I had even realized he was touching it. Maybe I was just so worried about what he’d said to me, maybe I was still drunk from dinner, maybe a little bit of both.
That’s when he said it again. “Someone’s texting you”. I looked at my phone and saw the screen lit up. Oh my gosh, how stupid of me. That’s what he meant, somebody is texting me right now. He probably knew nothing about the guy trying to talk dirty to me.
I didn’t even bother to look at who was texting me, I just rolled over to face him and replied “I don’t care, I just want to suck your cock right now”.
Part 4
The next morning I woke up in his arms. We hadn’t slept that close to each other in quite some time. It felt nice to feel his arms wrapped firmly around my torso as I had my back into his chest. His right hand was holding my right breast, softly enough that I knew he was still asleep but firmly enough that my nipple immediately began to stiffen.
I slowly reached for my phone, no new texts; not surprising, it was 6:30 a.m. after all. We both had today off work and our children stayed at my parents for the night so I pondered rolling over and waking him up by caressing his cock. I thought that desire inside of me was gone. I still loved sex but being a wife had gotten me to become rather complacent with just having sex once or twice a week and always initiated by my husband. Was that girl who once desired his cock still deep down inside of the woman I had become though?
That’s when I had begun feeling naughty. Lying next to my sleeping husband wanting his cock. Because I knew that for some reason those random messages may have helped to make me feel this way. I didn’t want to be the “naughty wife”, but suddenly it all made sense. Those messages must have come from him.
I’m not a very tech savvy woman so I didn’t understand how my own husband could be texting me from a number I didn’t recognize. Had he bought a second phone? That would be too hard for him to hide from me, but it must have been him; I just knew it was him.
The thought of my own hubby trying to get me to talk dirty to a “stranger” was kind of a turn on. My nipple was now firmly poking out between his index and middle knuckles. I resisted the urge to rub my pussy and began to do some research on my phone.
When the messages first started I tried to look up who the number belonged to but it turned up nothing. But this time I discovered that there are texting apps that provide phone numbers for texting someone. That must have been how he was doing it. But why? Was he trying to test my fidelity? Or just wanting to spice things up.
I began to assume that he just wanted to add a little excitement and pretend like he was texting a married woman. He always had a higher sex drive than me, I could definitely see him doing something dirty like this. “I guess it’s better than having him text another woman for real”, I thought to myself.
I set my phone back on the end table and began to play with my left nipple while I still was in his chest with his hand on my right breast. I began to moan softly, both nipples hard, my pussy began to moisten. I then began stimulating my clit with my right hand, I could feel my hubbys fingers begin to move around my hard nipple. He must have been close to waking up, my pussy got even more wet anticipating having his cock inside of it. That’s when it happened. *buzz
I looked at my phone and saw a picture notification. I quickly opened up the message and a very large very hard cock was staring back at me. I’m not good with sizes but I’d estimate it must have been a good 9-10 inches, rock hard and a thick vein running down the shaft. Mmmm the head of the cock was very similar to my husbands, that mushroom head that felt so good when it would penetrate me. Just the head of my husbands cock sliding in always feels soooo good. But this cock is…way bigger, definitely not his.
I turned my head to see that he was still sleeping. How could this be? The texter was him, it must have been; I just knew it was him. Wasn’t it?
Obviously it was not. I then realized I was still staring at this hard cock on my phone when I saw the familiar sign that someone is typing …
I licked my lips while shifting my eyes back and forth between the beautiful head of the massive cock and the dots indicating he was typing. Oh no… here I am, nipples hard, pussy wet, lying in my husbands sleeping arms and staring at someone else’s cock. What’s worse than that is I was waiting to read what they were about to say, secretly hoping to myself that it would be some dirty words.
-Tell me you don’t want this massive young cock? What 35 year old woman wouldn’t want this 19 year old cock deep inside of her dirty little married pussy?
Oh my, 19 years old? My “dirty little married pussy”. Perhaps he was right, maybe I was a dirty woman. Why else would I be looking at this cock while rubbing my clit harder and faster. I was close to orgasm now, hubby still asleep but starting to move a bit more. His fingers were pinching my nipple harder now.
I wanted to respond, I wanted to say “please stop, I’m married. LEAVE ME ALONE”. Another part of me wanted to say “it certainly looks like a nice cock ?”. Instead I just continued masturbating, not replying at all.
I now had my middle finger inside of my pussy, rubbing against my vaginal walls while my index finger rubbed my clitoris in a circle. …
Fuck, he’s texting something else. What will it be? Does he really know who I am? Does he really want to fuck me? How could some young guy with a cock that large want to fuck a thick married woman like me. Surely he could have any sexy girl he wanted judging by the size of his cock and what looked to be a muscular mid drift. ….
He was still typing. I wanted to see what he was going to say, needed to see it. I was so close to orgasm. I needed him to tell me what a dirty slut I really was. I felt it, this was so wrong, so dirty. And it felt soooo good
That’s when it came through. Another picture message. But this one was of an ass. Not a man’s ass, but a woman’s ass. “It couldn’t be” I thought in confusion. Staring closer, inspecting those familiar pants. It couldn’t be, but it was. I recognized those pants, I wore them often. And the ass, it was…wide and full…just like my ass. I stopped fingering myself, feeling confused, frightened, perhaps just a bit excited.
The picture was a very close cropped photo of my backside. From knee up to the middle of my back. How did he get this picture? It was too cropped too closely to really recognize where it was taken. I had never seen this picture before but it was absolutely MY ASS!
-last night I laid in my bed thinking about you. I looked at this picture the whole time I was jerking off
This young guy was jerking off to pictures of me? Wtf?!? Where did he get it, where was it taken? I had so many questions.
-I would love to see more. Your thighs are so thick and juicy in those pants. Every time I look at them I just want to grab them so firmly and pull your sexy milf body into my cock. Would you like that?
Again, I didn’t reply. Turned to make sure hubby was still asleep. He was, so I got out of bed. I definitely didn’t want him waking up and seeing these messages on my screen.
-maybe we should see how that big wide ass looks with these pants pulled down huh? What do you think? Would you like to see what your wide hips and big thick ass look like when you’re standing there in panties, not even knowing you’re being watched?
Wtf is he talking about? How could he have a pic of me in panties? That’s not possible. I had to reply now.
-wtf dude? Where did you get this?
-what’s wrong? Afraid Markwill find out?
-maybe I should send this pic to his phone and see what he thinks
-I bet he’d wonder why his thick ass wife has been getting messages from somebody and not told him.
My heart raced, I should have told him long ago. I knew I should have. At this point anything I had done wrong had only taken place in my head. I never replied in a sexual way or anything. But I didn’t know how he was going to react to any of this. Especially if it came from a stranger telling him about it.
-I’ll make you a deal. Send me a pic in panties and I won’t tell your hubby any of this. It’ll be our secret ?
Phew, he must not have had a pic of me in panties already. I was relieved to realize that but terrified at the proposition I had just received.
I sat in the bathroom contemplating my next move. Send him a simple pic of my ass in panties or just come clean to my hubby. Obviously the easy answer was come clean. Which is why I couldn’t believe what I was doing. I stood in the mirror, hands sliding the waste of my sweat pants past my hips. Ugh my wide hips, I hated them. I turned towards the door and watched my hands continue to slowly pull my pants paste the crack of my ass. “What the fuck am I doing? I’m not a slut” I said to myself as they continued half way down my thigh. That’s when he knocked on the door
“Honey are you done?”
“Just a second sweetie” I replied
Fuck, I have to tell him. I can’t go through with this.
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