This is a letter I wrote to a close friend of ours, who has helped us live out many of our fantasies. We miss her dearly and hope to see her again soon. Thank you, K4, for your love.
Dearest Karen,
My wife recently wrote you about our night together. Tonight it is my turn, this is the follow-up to her letter, this is what happened the next night. Thank you, babe, you mean so much to us!
My wife was crawling into the bed as I turned the TV off. She had just gotten done talking to you, and was now tired and ready for sleep. I lean over to give her a kiss on the cheek and she says, "That's all you'll be getting, mister! This chick is tired and ready for sleep." I chuckled, not arguing with her over it. It was already 10:30 at night, I knew she needed her rest. We snuggle in close to each other and just talk about things.
Ss it has happened nearly every night for the last three or four weeks, you came up as a topic of discussion. We talked about you wanting to move here again, about how much fun we could all have with you being closer. I don't know what it is about you, but my wife just gets this look in her eyes when we talk about you. She spaces just a little. But she didn't want to have this conversation now, she wanted to go to sleep!
She rolled over on her stomach and lifted her ass in the air, trying to stretch her back out and settle in. I was getting out of the bed to use the bathroom when she did this, so I took the opportunity to playfully swat her on the rear. As I expected, she wasn't wearing any panties under her nightgown, which only encouraged me to do more. I moved around and kissed her on the rear, then I quickly moved down to kiss her right on the twat. She started to complain about how she wasn't in the mood to play like this, she just wanted to sleep, but her body was telling me differently. She was already very wet, I could taste her sweetness on my lips. I stuck out my tongue and probed her slick lovehole some more. "Noo!" she tried to complain, but I wasn't hearing it. I flicked my tongue over her clit several times, then traced the outside of her labia.
"You mean you want me to stop doing this?" I mockingly asked her.
Her mood changed. "I guess not. You can do whatever ..."
She started to drift off as I resumed her proper licking. I spread her open from behind and pressed my whole face in, my mouth opened wide, sucking everything, my tongue making laps around her clit.
"You owe me anyhow," she said.
"Oh? I do? For what?" I replied back.
"I let you get off last night without me!" she whined.
"But didn't I finger-fuck you earlier that night, and didn't I tell you to e-mail that to Karen?"
"Mmmmmmmm", was all she could reply back with.
She was now getting more wet just thinking about that incident. I stopped what I'm doing, and I moved back up to the headboard.
"Come snuggle next to me," I whispered out, "and drop your pussy right back on my fingers, just like we did for Karen."
My wife moved over without saying a word. I looked up into her face and she had the look of a well-fucked woman, looking to get fucked even more. We've had a lot of sex over the last couple of weeks. Ever since she started flirting with you, and since we went out on our lunch date, she's been very passionate in bed, very willing to make love, even when she really wanted to sleep.
"So, did you and Karen have fun netsexing each other last night while I was out with the boys?"
I teased her. Yes, I checked the IM logs when I found out you two were online when I got home Saturday night. Remember, I'm not worried at all - but she was going off to bed and I didn't want to bug her about it right then.
"We wern't netsexing!" she squealed as I slid one finger along her clit and back into her slit.