hitthefairway70, Author at NSFW story

[M4F] It Started With A Text

I noticed you. All men do, and you don’t even realize it. You’re the wife of the HOA president, who just happens to be exactly what all HOA presidents are: a fucking asshole. At the last meeting, you sat behind him…where you always sit.

He put up a PowerPoint, because he’s the HOA president and they love PowerPoints. His number was on it. The architectural committee chair’s number, and yours as the social committee lead. As he mentioned your name he gave one of those officious directional nods in your direction without actually acknowledging you.

I was amused. I watched for your reaction and there was none. Your number was on the screen. My wife was babbling to the woman next to her. Your hair was in a bun, one of those messy buns. A strand fell across your left temple. You were wearing a sundress and I had my phone out.

“You need to pay attention to what your husband is saying. He’s. Very. Important.”

Send.

I waited. Watched you. You glanced at your lap and the corner of your mouth curled upward. Your hands moved. The little dots in the text box did their thing. Read more »

It Started With A Text (cont)

[M4F] The typically irrelevant HOA meeting ended and transitioned into a social in the clubhouse, which is the only reason anyone attended. We didn’t take our eyes off one another. At one ppint you texted me two words (three of you include the contraction): “I’m wet.” I needed to be closer to you. I required your presence. I craved it. I found a way to stand in front of you, a crowd around us. You moved close behind me and gripped my wrist. My hand found your pussy through your sundress. Fingers caressed, pressed, probed. For about five seconds.

There was no turning back.

Things accelerated and it started late that evening. I texted you from
my couch. You were in your den. Playfulness turned to discovery. Within moments we were mutually masturbating. It became clear you craved my direction. I told you which hand to use to caress your nipples. As you moaned I’d move your hands across your body.

The first time you came for me your leg was on the arm of the couch and you rubbed your clit slowly then more ferociously. You asked me to cum. You asked for permission and we have never waivered from that. You’ve always asked. Or begged. Read more »