FabSwingers.com forum: For a fussy lady...

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I met Mandy on fab after I'd been on the site about six months. I hadn't had much luck, I'd met some nice people, I even got blown by a cute blonde in my car. Then I saw her. £&@&£ was her name, I noticed her profile picture, cut off above the mouth, her lips were classically beautiful. We exchanged some messages and then she sent me a picture, I was driving home when I saw the message, when I noticed the little paper clip symbol on my phone I could feel my heart beat increase and I felt flushed. Then I saw her face, Christ. I nearly crashed the car. Mandy was beautiful, like a cross between Samantha Janus and Michelle Pfeifer. Wearing black Lycra gym clothes and her short straight blonde hair tied up, there was no doubt, she is b e a uuuutiful and sexy as hell. It was lust at first sight, I knew immediately I would do anything to have her, or even just kiss her. We chatted for a few weeks and I made it pretty clear how much I wanted her. Unfortunately, most women on Fab receive so many flattering messages that Mandy didn't fully appreciate how much I fancied her. She did add me as a friend too, I loved every picture, her wonderful natural breasts, I memorised every curve, and that face, etched into my mind, I could only think of her whenever I masturbated, even when I tried to think of someone else.

Then she deleted me, she said she'd lost interest with the site, but I think my constant flattery had become boring to her too. My ego dented I came up with a plan to win her back... Now, I must be honest, Mandy and I are both already married, my life is complicated. I didn't want to marry Mandy, or live together, or even date her. I just wanted to have her, I wanted to kiss her pretty mouth. To feel her warm naked skin on mine. To feel her hot and wet, to taste her. And yes; to fuck her with raw animal passion; hair pulling, butt spanking passionate fucking.

If you want to know more just ask x

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I knew that Mandy liked manly men, she likes muscles and tattoos, I don't have any tattoos and I'm no muscle man either. I decided to use what I do have and write this story. I also knew that Mandy has a crush on her postman, something that turned me on and made me jealous with equal measure; the thought of her watching him, lusting for him, her pussy throbbing hot and wet for him. I'd find myself face burning with arousal and shame at the hardness in my trousers. I imagined him having her; doing everything I could only dream of. I'd be almost in tears; but my swollen prick betraying me at how massive a turn on I found it.

Still I longed to meet her. I wanted to kiss those lips and hold her pretty face gently in my hands as we kiss, softly, slowly, sensually. Teasing each other's lips with the promise of what may come next.

As I finished my last story Mandy read it and said she was flattered, my plan was beginning to work..

I started checking my emails constantly, every time seeing the 'unread' mail sign my tummy doing somersaults and my hands shaking.

I longed for a new picture, a message with that little paper clip attachment sign, that pretty face looking back at me, knowing stunning eyes, pristine hair and make up screaming out class and beauty. I could eat her up, literally.

Then it happened; she'd sent me another picture; and this one blew me away. It was....