(M)eeting my Internet (F)antasy Girl

This really happened. If you don’t want to read about adultery, skip this. M/F Adults, Consensual.

My wife and I went on vacation to the East Coast in July. No more details are necessary about the location, to keep this anonymous. I arranged to meet a Redditor while we were there. She and I have been flirting and sexting since last October. We have really clicked. I call her my Internet Fantasy Girl. She’s in an open marriage. I am not. We had every intention of keeping things innocent. We failed.

We met in person, and all of the anticipation of the chemistry was, frankly, underestimated. I saw her, and her smile, and I melted. While all of us were together, stolen glances and discreet touches stoked the fires. I was certain that we wouldn’t have any time alone. I was wrong. At one point over the weekend, some of our plans fell apart. My wife was feeling a little under the weather and decided to stay at the hotel and read. I said I was going to run a few errands, grab some groceries since we were staying in, etc. My Internet Fantasy Girl messaged me and said she was home alone, and that I really should come over and fuck her. I couldn’t resist.

During the drive over, I rationalized my behavior in every way possible. My wife doesn’t desire me anymore. We have had sex twice this year, six times in eighteen months. I wasn’t going to have sex today. I just wanted to be alone with her for a few minutes. And besides, I had already emotionally cheated, hadn’t I?

When I arrived, she met me at the door, fully clothed. She was trying not to make my decisions any more difficult. I appreciated that. We kissed. That spark turned into an inferno. I hadn’t felt passion like this in years. I pulled away long enough to look into her eyes and see that she felt the same. The kissing continued – tongue dancing, lip biting, hands entwined in her hair. We separated after a short time. I was flustered and complimented her foyer. She blushed and offered to give me the tour of the house. I said, “Sure. Show me the bedroom.” She said, “Are you sure?” I just nodded.

She led the way to the bedroom, her hand holding mine. I felt like a teenager for a minute. When we got upstairs to her bedroom, I recognized it instantly. I had seen it so many times in the pictures she had posted on Reddit, the private pics she had sent me, the times we had video chatted. But here I was. Here we were. Alone. Together. We started kissing again. I began to squeeze her breasts through her shirt and bra. She grabbed at my stiffening cock through my pants. We separated long enough for me to pull her t-shirt over her head. I kissed her again as I reached behind her to unhook her bra. I pulled away as I pulled it away, freeing her magnificent Triple D tits with her beautiful pierced nipples. I squeezed and caressed them, eliciting moans from her. She went for my zipper, and freed my cock. She began to stroke it, while I squeezed. More kissing until I broke away again, and dropped to my knees. I unbuttoned her jeans, eliciting another gasp. I looked up at her and she nodded. I unzipped her jeans and pulled them down, along with her thong. She stepped out, and my Internet Fantasy Girl was naked before me. I kissed her belly as I squeezed her ass. I moved my hands around to the front, and slid my fingers along her waxed slit. She was soaking wet. I dipped my middle finger inside and she gasped. She was so tight, so warm, so wet. I grabbed her ass with one hand while I fingered her with the other. Her knees buckled as she moaned. I spanked her once. She sighed. I spanked her again. She moaned. I stopped and stood up. She looked worried, expecting me to leave. I couldn’t. I led her to the bed and laid her down. I fully intended to tell her to pleasure herself for me, but I couldn’t resist. I spread her legs, snapped a quick pic with my phone, and climbed between. I so wanted to taste her, but I worried that my wife might smell her on my lips later. So I used my hands. I focused on her clitoral jewelry. I rubbed, flicked, and teased it, then dipped my fingers back inside. In and out, then back to the clit. She writhed and moaned. I needed to make her cum. I rubbed her harder, remembering how she rubbed herself for me in her videos. She got close, but not quite there. I snapped another pic of her face in ecstasy, then tossed my phone to the side so I could use both hands. With my right hand, I slipped two fingers inside of her tight pussy and went for her g-spot. My left hand took over on her clit, rubbing that piercing faster and harder every second. Within a minute, her moans turned to a scream of “Yes, yes Sir! Oh God Yes!” and then she giggled, as she does after a very good orgasm. I kept rubbing as she came down.

And then I stood up, fully intent on leaving. But my hands were suddenly removing my pants. Then I was climbing back between her legs, my cock parting her lips. I looked at her. I asked, “Are you sure?” She nodded. I sank my cock balls deep into her in one stroke, then fell onto her to kiss her deeply as I ground my hips against her. She wrapped her legs around me to hold me tight. I bit her neck, grabbed her shoulders for a thrust, then got back up on my knees. I whipped my t-shirt off. I grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. Then I fucked her, hard. I loved watching her jiggle for me. Her breasts bouncing. Her skin flushed. Our bodies slapping together. My belly rubbing her sensitive clit. I knew I wouldn’t last long. I told her so, “I am going to cum inside of you, Pet.” Breathlessly, she replied, “Please Sir. I need your cum.” That was all it took. I emptied my balls deep inside of her. We held still for a long moment, lost in each other’s eyes. I reluctantly withdrew, and went to clean myself up. When I came back I held her close. I told her that this could never happen again. She agreed. I kissed her again and left.

We saw each other the next day and things were a little tense, but everything worked out ok. I assured her that things were ok with us, but that it was a onetime thing. But I knew that if given the chance my desire for her would overpower my strength and I would succumb again.

And then my wife invited her to come visit us. She’ll be here in October. And we will be alone for quite a bit during her stay. I am already planning to be weak.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/520uam/meeting_my_internet_fantasy_girl