A Letter From My (now ex) Wife
A few months after I first saw her with Michael
"Dear Bobbi,
I must write to you and confess my feelings. I am in love with Michael. He has made me realize how much I need a masculine, aggressive, controlling man to direct and guide me. I have known that I loved him from that first time we met him at the Oasis. I could not take my eyes off of him. It was all I could do to keep from kissing him in front of you and everyone in the lounge. You never saw or suspected that, beneath the table, I kept touching his ankle and leg with the toe of my shoe. It was obvious to him and I that we would become lovers, with or without your inclusion. When you went to the restroom, I handed him my office number and, as I stared into his eyes, whispered, “Call me, tomorrow.” Our fingers touched much longer than was necessary.
The next day, he did indeed call. He would not stop telling me how sexy I was, how hot I made him, and, in his wonderfully bold manner, how much he wanted to kiss my pussy until I screamed. Bobbi, he soaked my pantyhose with just his words. I responded to him with equal intensity. “Michael, I need to be with you as soon as you can arrange it.” He agreed to meet me for lunch the following day.
That night, I was so aroused, I made sure that you wanted me. You may remember, I asked to read one of your fantasies about Michael and you and me. I knew that it would excite you and result in you fucking me. The whole time you licked me, the entire time your cock was inside me, I had my thoughts on Michael and how I wanted your cock to be HIS. I was fantasizing that by that time tomorrow, it would have been.
Bobbi, I left work just before lunch the next day, telling everyone that I had some errands to run concerning the upcoming training class. I drove to Sharonville and met Michael at the Holiday Inn. We had lunch, flirting, touching, laughing. I was dripping from wanting this man. I would occasionally reach over and rub his erect cock thru his suit pants. Several times he leaned over and gave me a tender kiss, staring into my eyes as he did so.
Paying the bill, he took my hand and led me to the lobby. Beverly, I have a room. Shall we?”
“Yes, Michael, we should.”
When the doors of the elevator closed, I turned to Michael, put my arms around his neck, ground my pussy against him, feeling his hard cock, and pushed my tongue in his mouth as we kissed. My nipples ached for him. My pussy was on fire. He pawed my braless tits and pushed his hand under my skirt. I parted my thighs and moaned as he pawed my cunt through the thin pantyhose.
As soon as we got to the room, he pulled me to him, pinched my nipple thru my blouse and whispered, “Beverly, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I am going to shove my cock so far into your cunt that you will not be able to walk right for days. You are going to suck my cock and I am going to cover your tits with my cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered in return. “I want you to do all that and more, Michael.”
“Then, get on your knees, take out my cock, and suck it like the beautiful whore I want you to be.”
I slid to the floor, feeling so hot, so “bad” so good. I undid his belt, he unfastened his pants, I pulled his zipper down and pressed my face against his boxers, which were tented from his erection. Fishing his hard cock thru the fly, I held him and looked up into his stare. He looked so handsome, so strong, he smelled so good. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips.
“Suck my cock, Beverly. Suck it, you beautiful, sexy, red-lipped, big-titted whore.”
His words thrilled me like I couldn’t believe. I was ready to cum and he hadn’t even touched me.
“Take off your blouse, Beverly, but do not stop sucking me,” he commanded.
Leaning forward, straining to keep his cock in my mouth, I began to unbutton my top. As I unbuttoned the cuffs, he leaned over and pulled the blouse from my shoulders. My tits were exposed to him now. As he bent to cup one of them, his cock slid deeper into my mouth, nearly causing me to gag.
“Now your skirt, Beverly. And again, don’t stop sucking me.”
I was breathing so roughly from the excitement at this point, that spit was leaking from my lips as I sucked his hard cock and tasted his precum.
Awkwardly, I undid my skirt, and wriggled it to me knees. Lifting one knee at a time I managed to pull the skirt away, leaving me only in black pantyhose and my heels. I put my hands back on Michael’s thighs and sucked him even more savagely, moaning and panting.
“From now on, when we meet, I want you in stockings or thi-hi’s, no more pantyhose, Beverly. Understand,” he said sternly as he held my face in his hands.
“Mmmmmmm Hmmmmmmm,” I replied as my blowjob continued.
“Now, get up.”
I rose and he kissed me again, briefly, before lowering his mouth to my left tit and sucking the nipple between his lips. His sucking quickly changed to biting, hard enough to cause a little pain but not enough to make me wish he would stop.
His hand went between my legs, cupping my pussy and feeling my wetness. He rubbed my lips and pushed the nylon up inside me, opening my cunt to him. He rubbed the top of my pussy, finding my clitoris and sensed that I was becoming even more aroused.
He ceased his sucking, kissing, biting of my breast, dropped to HIS knees and yanked my pantyhose down to my ankles. I steadied myself on his shoulders. He pulled the hose and my shoes from each leg and foot. Then, he placed his thumbs on my pussy, spread my lips and leaned forward, swiping his tongue between. He immediately found my clit with his tongue, licked me, and pushed two fingers into my wetness. At that point, Bobbi, with my hands on the back of his head, I came.
We fucked for over an hour and then he dressed and left to go home to his frigid wife, Mary. I took several minutes to dress (though my pantyhose were torn so I went without), fix my makeup, and comb my hair as best as I could. I had what you like to call the FFL (Freshly Fucked Look). I got in my car and came home early. There I undressed and collapsed in our bed, where you found me when you got home.
I knew that I now had the lover of whom I had only dreamed."
"Dear Bobbi,
I must write to you and confess my feelings. I am in love with Michael. He has made me realize how much I need a masculine, aggressive, controlling man to direct and guide me. I have known that I loved him from that first time we met him at the Oasis. I could not take my eyes off of him. It was all I could do to keep from kissing him in front of you and everyone in the lounge. You never saw or suspected that, beneath the table, I kept touching his ankle and leg with the toe of my shoe. It was obvious to him and I that we would become lovers, with or without your inclusion. When you went to the restroom, I handed him my office number and, as I stared into his eyes, whispered, “Call me, tomorrow.” Our fingers touched much longer than was necessary.
The next day, he did indeed call. He would not stop telling me how sexy I was, how hot I made him, and, in his wonderfully bold manner, how much he wanted to kiss my pussy until I screamed. Bobbi, he soaked my pantyhose with just his words. I responded to him with equal intensity. “Michael, I need to be with you as soon as you can arrange it.” He agreed to meet me for lunch the following day.
That night, I was so aroused, I made sure that you wanted me. You may remember, I asked to read one of your fantasies about Michael and you and me. I knew that it would excite you and result in you fucking me. The whole time you licked me, the entire time your cock was inside me, I had my thoughts on Michael and how I wanted your cock to be HIS. I was fantasizing that by that time tomorrow, it would have been.
Bobbi, I left work just before lunch the next day, telling everyone that I had some errands to run concerning the upcoming training class. I drove to Sharonville and met Michael at the Holiday Inn. We had lunch, flirting, touching, laughing. I was dripping from wanting this man. I would occasionally reach over and rub his erect cock thru his suit pants. Several times he leaned over and gave me a tender kiss, staring into my eyes as he did so.
Paying the bill, he took my hand and led me to the lobby. Beverly, I have a room. Shall we?”
“Yes, Michael, we should.”
When the doors of the elevator closed, I turned to Michael, put my arms around his neck, ground my pussy against him, feeling his hard cock, and pushed my tongue in his mouth as we kissed. My nipples ached for him. My pussy was on fire. He pawed my braless tits and pushed his hand under my skirt. I parted my thighs and moaned as he pawed my cunt through the thin pantyhose.
As soon as we got to the room, he pulled me to him, pinched my nipple thru my blouse and whispered, “Beverly, I am going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before. I am going to shove my cock so far into your cunt that you will not be able to walk right for days. You are going to suck my cock and I am going to cover your tits with my cum.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I whispered in return. “I want you to do all that and more, Michael.”
“Then, get on your knees, take out my cock, and suck it like the beautiful whore I want you to be.”
I slid to the floor, feeling so hot, so “bad” so good. I undid his belt, he unfastened his pants, I pulled his zipper down and pressed my face against his boxers, which were tented from his erection. Fishing his hard cock thru the fly, I held him and looked up into his stare. He looked so handsome, so strong, he smelled so good. I opened my mouth and took him between my lips.
“Suck my cock, Beverly. Suck it, you beautiful, sexy, red-lipped, big-titted whore.”
His words thrilled me like I couldn’t believe. I was ready to cum and he hadn’t even touched me.
“Take off your blouse, Beverly, but do not stop sucking me,” he commanded.
Leaning forward, straining to keep his cock in my mouth, I began to unbutton my top. As I unbuttoned the cuffs, he leaned over and pulled the blouse from my shoulders. My tits were exposed to him now. As he bent to cup one of them, his cock slid deeper into my mouth, nearly causing me to gag.
“Now your skirt, Beverly. And again, don’t stop sucking me.”
I was breathing so roughly from the excitement at this point, that spit was leaking from my lips as I sucked his hard cock and tasted his precum.
Awkwardly, I undid my skirt, and wriggled it to me knees. Lifting one knee at a time I managed to pull the skirt away, leaving me only in black pantyhose and my heels. I put my hands back on Michael’s thighs and sucked him even more savagely, moaning and panting.
“From now on, when we meet, I want you in stockings or thi-hi’s, no more pantyhose, Beverly. Understand,” he said sternly as he held my face in his hands.
“Mmmmmmm Hmmmmmmm,” I replied as my blowjob continued.
“Now, get up.”
I rose and he kissed me again, briefly, before lowering his mouth to my left tit and sucking the nipple between his lips. His sucking quickly changed to biting, hard enough to cause a little pain but not enough to make me wish he would stop.
His hand went between my legs, cupping my pussy and feeling my wetness. He rubbed my lips and pushed the nylon up inside me, opening my cunt to him. He rubbed the top of my pussy, finding my clitoris and sensed that I was becoming even more aroused.
He ceased his sucking, kissing, biting of my breast, dropped to HIS knees and yanked my pantyhose down to my ankles. I steadied myself on his shoulders. He pulled the hose and my shoes from each leg and foot. Then, he placed his thumbs on my pussy, spread my lips and leaned forward, swiping his tongue between. He immediately found my clit with his tongue, licked me, and pushed two fingers into my wetness. At that point, Bobbi, with my hands on the back of his head, I came.
We fucked for over an hour and then he dressed and left to go home to his frigid wife, Mary. I took several minutes to dress (though my pantyhose were torn so I went without), fix my makeup, and comb my hair as best as I could. I had what you like to call the FFL (Freshly Fucked Look). I got in my car and came home early. There I undressed and collapsed in our bed, where you found me when you got home.
I knew that I now had the lover of whom I had only dreamed."
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