So a few weeks back I started a chat with another guy in response to an email he had sent. After a few replies back and forth, he sent me a picture of his cock.
Not the biggest I have seen or experienced, he certainly wasn't toned and buff like some of the guys I have had sex with in the past. He wasn't black with a huge thick dick, but there was something about his attitude that attracted me.
It was a nice, seemingly thick, cock with a beautiful head that I found myself imagining licking with my tongue and engulfing with my mouth.
He had obviously read at least a couple of my postings, so when I told him I was married he didn't seem fazed by my marital status. It may have been bravado, but he had already hatched a scenario where I would make myself available to him so he could fuck me. My husband could wait, or watch and jerk off while he pleasured himself fucking me.
Men.
I told him that I didn't give out my location, I didn't send "selfies," and that if we ever did connect it would be with my husband and at our discretion and time table. We might meet, but if for any reason things didn't click between him and me, and with my husband's approval, they we wouldn't be going any further.
His cock was beautiful, and I could imagine how loud he would be moaning as I slowly stroked his cock to full attention and sucked him eagerly. He would not last long during my attention to his cock and balls.
We kept chatting on a regular basis, he was more and more insistent on wanting to meet me alone. I kept telling him that that is not how my husband and I work these sorts of things. He was persistent with his requests, often times sending me the picture of his cock and various erotic gifs from the internet.
I was apprehensive because of his insistence, but also quite turned on by his boldness and the erotic chat we engaged in over a number of days.
Finally in a moment of weakness and being way too turned on my the thought of the things he was proposing, I gave in and gave him my address and we came up with a mutual time that he was available and that I knew my husband would be at work.
On the day we had planned, I was tingling with anticipation. I didn't even know this man's name and in a couple of hours he would be at my home with the sole expectation of fucking me. Had I gone too far, was I in any sort of danger, would he be a man that totally repulsed me when I saw him?
As I saw my husband off to work, I think there was something in my demeanor that he picked up on. "You seem a bit nervous this morning," he said "Anything bothering you?"
"No," I lied, "just wish that I didn't have to start thinking about going back to school quite so soon. Summer vacation is too short."
"Well, don't think about it and enjoy your day," he said as he kissed me goodbye.
"Oh, I am very much planning on it," I thought to myself as he drove away from the house.
I showered and powdered myself and found my sexiest bra and panties and put them on with a killer set of 5" spike heeled stilettoes in anticipation of his arrival. My heart pounded every time I passed a mirror and got a glimpse of myself. The bra accentuated my large, full breasts. The panties, well they weren't really panties, but a very small, sheer black thong that matched the color and material of the bra, barely covered my labia.
I paced nervously around the house feeling my excitement grow. Several times I go to the back door of the house to make sure the door is unlocked.
Our plan was for him to drive through the neighborhood at around 9 to make sure my husband's car isn't in the driveway. When he is sure the car is gone, he is supposed to call my cell phone and let it ring only twice.
I continue to pace as the clock moves slower than I can ever recall. I am excited, nervous, a bit scared, but want it to be 9 so badly.
As my mind races, I recall that he had made some mention of having me nude of the bed in the master bedroom. He specifically told me he was "going to fuck you on the bed you share with your husband."
Realizing he may be nearby, I stripped off my bra and panties and left a trail from the backdoor to the stairs leading upstairs.
I clutched my cell phone in my hand and went upstairs to wait.
I pull off the coverlet on the bed and get into bed with a sheet loosely over my body. The alarm clock on the nightstand reads 9:10. As I watch a few minutes tick by I think to myself, "Great Emily, this guy is going to stand you up. All that anticipation and sexual texting is leading to a major disappointment."
As I lay there the phone suddenly rings. Once, twice, then it stops. He is somewhere nearby.
I wonder, does he know that I am about to be his? For his pleasure I will present myself to him as a married woman giving myself willingly to him to use as he finds pleasurable. He can have me and take me any way he wants.
As my heart pounds with excitement, I hear a car on the street outside. I listen intently as it passes slowly by.
Minutes later I hear the sound of a door opening and closing. I am excited but I am not sure if it is him or my husband returning for some reason. I listen intently for the sound of my husband's voice calling me, but hear nothing.