Author: throwitthefuckaway30

The next month goes by in a blur of phone calls and dirty text and picture messages. B and I discuss everything from fantasies to fetish’s and general day to day grind. A few times throughout this period I’d been even more distressed in my home life than usual. Each time I’d thought I wanted to leave, B would calm me down and talk me out of it telling me to wait a little longer, that maybe it would get better.

One day B called me practically bursting with excitement. He knew of a surprise that he swore was good but he couldn’t tell me about. I am not a fan of surprises if I know that something is coming. Im an over thinker and instead of being excited and relaxed I instantly kick into anxiety mode, stressing about what it could be and how unprepared I am.
After two days of me being a total nutcase B finally caves and says he’ll tell me what it is but I have to swear to act surprised when it’s finally revealed to me by my husband. Read more »

I spend the rest of the afternoon laying on my bed trying desperately to make myself cum, but I just couldn’t quite get there. His little game had gotten to me too well. Every time I’d get close I’d think about that phone call and the feeling that over took me when I heard him say stop. It was incredibly frustrating but I also loved it, I decided that this was very much a game I was ok with playing.

I sent text after text to B asking him to call me again and tell me I could cum. He completely ignored me for 2 whole hrs, it was actually the longest we’d not spoken other than when we were asleep. Eventually I decide it’s hopeless and I try to distract myself with other tasks.

Finally around 4pm he face time calls me. He always knocks off an hour before my husband or his wife so we spend that hour on the phone.

I flop onto my back on my bed and hold the phone above myself

‘You’re a prick you know’ I say as his face comes into view, my snappy remark is met with a deep rumbling laughter and a wicked glint in his clear blue eyes. Read more »

Now that we’d finally fucked we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. Cheating is a risky game anyway but the way we were playing, we were playing with fucking fire.

The next morning when my husband showered (wife again, at work) he took me into their bedroom, pushed me onto my back on their bed quickly flicking my skirt up over me. He grabbed me by the thighs, which I’d instinctively spread open for him and he hauled my ass right to the edge of the bed. He roughly pulled my panties to the side bent down and gave my pussy a couple of long slow sweeps of his tongue before he took out his cock and slid it right in. I know you lot are probably thinking ‘where’s the foreplay?!?’ But to be honest, if he was around I was always hot, wet and ready to go… I didn’t mind in the slightest. Read more »

So for the next week he sends me shirtless pics after his workout at gym and I send him pics of the pretty dresses I wear everyday. After a few days he asks to see what knickers I’m hiding under there so I oblige and send him some cheeky snaps. This becomes a daily habit, I have to show him my outfit and show him my undergarments. In return I get sweaty gym pics and the occasional sneak peek of his cock. My favourite dirty pic to this day is still him shirtless with his thumb hooked in this shorts pulling them down just enough that I can see the swollen base of his cock peeking out. Hot as fuck.

One day I feel spicy and playful so I send a pic of my ass to my husband… he immediately forwards it on to B to brag!!!! Too bad B has already seen it cos I actually took it for him. ?
B starts begging to see me topless. He’s obsessed with big breasts and well… mine don’t disappoint. They’re massive and for boobs that big, they’re actually pretty good. Nice and full, not at all flat with rosy pink nipples! Read more »

So my husband and I had this couple we were really good friends with. We live interstate so they’d come and visit us and we’d go visit them every few months over the course of a couple of years. The husband (let’s call him B, we’ll call me S) came to our state for a business trip and stayed with us while he was here. Things were perfectly normal and platonic until he went back home…. he’d left some stuff behind so I text him about it, which was suprisingly our first one-on-one contact.

To paint you a picture he’s a good looking guy but not *my* textbook ‘type’ blonde hair and clear blue eyes, whereas I usually like dark and brooding, he’s only slightly taller than me but his body is ripped from long hours in the gym and he oozes charisma. He’s a fun guy and super easy to be around. I’m 5’5, and I’ve got huge boobs and curves. I’m not pretending I’m curvy when I’m actually fat, I’m CURVY as in 14 inches between my bust and waist and 12 between my waist and hips. I’ve got a pretty face and we’re both in our late twenties (at the time) Read more »