We met a few years ago, G was my boss’ boss. I’m in my 20s, petite lean-curvy Asian female. He’s in his 40s, tall athletic white male, married. We started texting, then sexting, then “friend” with benefits. I’m not sure we were really friends but the sex was amazing. At some point, I got too emotionally invested, and I realise I’m not happy, not getting what I want in return. So I stopped seeing him.
Years later, we reconnected. Him still married. Me in a relationship. Long story short – I have a shoulder injury, and he offered sports massage. I can’t say no to a free massage! I was also at the time in a relationship where the sex is failing (non-existent). I had a beautiful sexy purple lingerie that’s been collecting dust because my boyfriend has no interest in me in lingerie. G felt sorry and said he would love to admire the lingerie. We agreed massage, lingerie and no sex…
We met at a hotel. He texted his room number. He also said it’s ok if I change my mind. I was nervous! I was wearing my sports bra and a t-shirt, thongs and yoga tights. In my bag is a lavender massage oil and my purple lace lingerie set. I sat in the car knowing tonight I’m cheating on my boyfriend.
Knocked on the door. “Hello” he greeted me with a smile, with just his shorts on. I forgot how cute his smile is. his tattoos fill out most of his back. Another tattoo, a smaller one on his thigh just visible where his shorts end. Seeing that friendly face, I instantly felt at ease. I missed him.
“What would you like to do first?” he asked.
“Lingerie” I answered. I knew all along I wanted to turn him on, before the massage.
My plan to get him turned on is turning me on. I can feel my clit swelling and getting wet. I changed out of my soaking wet thongs. It took a while to put the lingerie on, with the intricate clasps and hooks.
One final deep breath to steady myself, checked myself in the mirror, and I walked out of the bathroom.
“whoa” I think is what he said. His eyes devour every inch of me. “You look amazing” I can feel the lust from his gaze.
The lingerie bralet hugs my 34C breasts nicely, you can just see my dark nipples. Straps that wrap around the waist draw your eyes to the knickers that highlight his favourite – “my perfect ass” he calls them.
I feel slightly embarrassed standing there, not sure where to look, but at the same time so happy to finally be admired.
I sneak a glance at his lower half, and just about see the shape of his cock swelling under his loose shorts. And I’m having flashbacks on how good his cock feels in my mouth.. I had to hold those thoughts back. We said no sex…
He walked towards me. To admire my curves. I can feel his breath quicken. I can see how hard he’s holding himself back, being respectful, trying not to just reach out and touch me.
I know we said no sex. But at this point, I decided sex will happen. I just need to figure out when… Now? Or after a massage…
Part 2 to follow. ;)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/u86ng2/reconnecting_with_a_fwb_lingerie_massage_cheating