*This little story is a prelude to SoozieLaQ's story "Is It Cheating If I Join In Too?" It is something I wrote back to her in response to the story she sent to me. I hope everyone enjoys our little back and forth bit of writing.*
I was looking out the picture window watching the pouring rain, something I find pleasure in. The puddles forming on the grass and the walk of our front garden, the big drops splashing and rippling in small pools. Meanwhile my knowing fingers casually tease my clit as I stood there naked before the glass, betraying my distracted thoughts. Not of the rain, or storms or clouds but of sex, of fucking and being wet in a different way, something the rain does not understand.
You are gone, off shopping in the rain, having taken the car. My first thought is on your wellbeing since the storm started after you left and you are not quite dressed for this. My mind lingers on that thought, of you wet in that short green dress. The material clinging to your pale skin, showing your ass and breasts, as I try to remember if you wore underwear. Creating images in my mind of the people that would be staring at you, the want and desire they would have for my voluptuous lover. Wondering if you will bring home something extra with your shopping, a nice cock for us to share? Would you be able to keep your hands off of him while driving on the way home?
My second thought is of that time we went shopping for a dress and by the end of the adventure you had me naked on that table, several women touching my pussy, fingering me as a big cock was in my mouth, the fellow holding my head and trying to fuck my throat. I jump a little as I feel saliva dripping from the corner of my mouth, I suck back and then feel wetness along my inner thighs, my lips are quite moist.
Brooding on that image and muttering, "fuck that was hot", as I dwell there for a moment.
And then nodding to myself, "it is going to be one of those days."
I walk into the kitchen and grab my phone off the island, start searching through the list of recently added numbers, finding the one I am looking for, thinking yes that will do. Musing to myself with a smirk of how I only seriously flirt up guys now that are your type, there is no sense in wasting time on anyone else. Handsome, muscled, younger and a long cock. I have been playing up my MILF status recently when teasing guys, a MILF looking to cheat I hint to them. (And how do I know his cock is long, well that is a story for another time.)
I send a few quick texts and wait for a reply. While doing that I grab a large towel from the bathroom and lay it down over the floor just inside of the front door. My mind lingers though and ponders, is this enough? What could I do to push things more, what would drive you wild; what do I want? Besides getting gangbanged but finding three or four competent guys all at the same time is quite difficult, like chasing fucking unicorns. An idea hits me.