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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a fantasy I started writing out one horny morning. It is dedicated to all the married people who are here, looking on lustfully from the sidelines but would never go on and cheat.
My friend is one of them. I will never bring this fantasy to reality under the present circumstances, I have too much respect for him and his wife. But the desire is there, and I am posting it on here because it's so much fun to see him squirm!
Thank you for reading, comments welcome! (Please post in the thread rather than inbox - I'll be checking from my couples account, my single account has to go).
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You were in Brighton for business in the summer and you finally agreed to meet with me. We had never met in person, even though I have been wanting this for a long time, years.
You would always tell me you wanted to meet, but the opportunities came and passed, time and again. I wasn't sure whether you didn't dare or didn't care, either way I resigned to it. I am not sure what had changed this time for you to agree to meet and make it happen, perhaps simply desperation piling up.
We had coffee in two different coffee shops and talked like the old friends we are, unconventional though it is that we'd only known each other online. We walked across the seafront and talked about our childhoods, we flirted, paid compliments and teased each other. I know you admire me and you should know I admire you, I know you would insist on denying it. It was lovely to see you. I got a kick out of distracting you from the day's business, and making you late for your appointment. We kept it all above board, nearly no touching. Yet a secret encounter is morally objectionable even though nothing untoward happened during it.
Next time you come down to Brighton though, you won't get away with it so easily. You're lulled in a false sense of security, you will easily agree to meet again. But this time I will insist on coming up to your hotel room. Not just to have a look, I will come up to have sex with you. You'll be doing your usual self-effacing routine, try to discharge the situation... But I'll ignore your little innocence act. We will go up the stairs, take the elevator, whatever - I am not nervous, I know what I am doing; but you will be shaking in your boots.
In the room there is no point in waiting. I ask you to strip, though I don't feel obliged to do the same. My dress is tight against my killer curves, my ample cleavage is bursting out as I saunter around the room - there's enough for you to see. I take pity on your discomfort, so I'll tie your arms above your head, secure them to the headboard if possible. This is just to give you a break, with the suggestion that this is being done against your will. It is not - you are gagging for it and we both know it. But the pretext will help.
So you're naked and tied up, I know you like feeling this vulnerability. You often complain that you don't like women's critical eye, but I think you complain a little too much. For all your moaning you are such a fine specimen of a man, I fancy you a lot. Whatever - I enjoy seeing you all laid out for me, your impossibly white skin, your muscly legs, your pleading eyes... why are they always pleading? Never known anyone else with permanent puppydog eyes.
But this is not romance, I will be using you for sex. You know what I think of your tacit pleading, I am repeating myself: today we are doing what I say. I hope you're already hard by this point cos if you're not it would be a disappointment. I want to suck on that juicy cock. Not because I want the sex, or because I want to use you, but because I want to force you to deal with your conflicting desires. What a head fuck eh! Ok, I'll admit that I do want sex with you, as well. I've watched you fuck your hot wife, I've watched you wank... I want to taste some of you for myself.
It gives me pleasure to watch you squirm under my breath & touch. I can stroke, kiss, lick your body, nibble, tickle you even, and just enjoy your reactions. I want to do it for long enough to get you worked up. I'll be careful with my sucking your dick though, because I enjoy it too much and I don't want us to get too carried away. It would be terrible if you shot your load early... Though now that I think of it it is so highly likely. Oh well. If you do blow, I'll just have to stroke, kiss and tease you until you get another erection.
Besides things always escalate. I wouldn't manage to play with your body without getting worked up myself. How long before I'm taking my clothes off too, to rub my naked body against yours. I love being naked! And I also love your lustful looks of appreciation as I am stripping down. It doesn't matter if I am a fat middle-aged nobody, as I stand beside your supine figure you look up to me with worship, as would be fit for a goddess.
Yet I am all flesh, and will soon get to dangle this flesh all over you. Starting from low down, I will let my soft, heavy breasts drag against your skin, all the way up until I am up against your face. I can now stare eye to eye, I am intense just like you like it. I won't break this eye contact. I can hear your words now. Speak, if you can! What do you have to say now?
Nah, too much. Better shut you up well and good, by plunging my tits on your face. I'll ask you to suckle my nipples, I love this done to me and it turns me on - the hungrier you are for it the better. You are so cute! More so when you are wanting me, your beautiful eyes glazing over. I am already in the right position to straddle you, grind against you. You must be feeling my sopping cunt on your skin now.
Is it frustrating for you to only be allowed to do so little? Or is it liberating? Are you racked with guilt already, or are you lost in the sensations so much that regret is delayed until later. I am taking the responsibility and will shoulder the blame too, if your wife ever found out. That's what it means to be the other woman. But no thought of that right now. My cunt is already open for you, and I'll be lowering it all around your hard penis unless you vehemently object.
I hear you gasp and mumble, I lower my torso onto you and lean in for a kiss. A kiss on the lips! We could have tried that and left it there! Rather than this point-of-no-return of "full intercourse". This is where it gets more complicated for you, my dear. I am a lazy fucker! I can only bounce so long, now we're both worked up and I need some pounding please. I will untie your arms, it is time for you to do some thrusting.
I know you have good stamina. I will let it up to you to ejaculate when you like. I will just enjoy the ride. I know you'll want to please me but the more you do the more my moans of pleasure will be pushing you closer to your own orgasm. Here you are! Balls deep in another woman. It wasn't so hard, was it?
I hope this fuck has got you unstuck, I hope it gives you a different perspective. What happens after? Text me, I'll be online to help you with your cognitive dissonance. You are a good guy! You just need a good fuck every now and again, it's not a crime. Good luck.
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