This is a day dream fantasy my wife had and shared with me. I found it hot and thought I'd share with you.
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Dana was surprised when her phone chirped indicating she had a text. "Hey, baby. It's Kevin. Got time soon for a meet?"
Kevin was my Dana's "friend with benefits." He'd stop by every couple of months, after texting her to schedule it, for a suck-n-fuck session. She always enjoyed the meets and her husband loved hearing about it after the fact. In fact, her husband loved it anytime she embraced her more promiscuous side. It turned her on knowing that it turned her husband on and she certainly had no complaints about being able to play with other men. Variety is, to some extent, the spice of life and it made her feel good to know that she made other men so hard and excited. When she saw the text from Kevin she smiled and thought, "Cool. I was just thinking it was about time."
Typing on her phone she responded, "Sure. When?"
"What're your days off?" Kevin asked. She replied. With a little back and forth they decided to meet the following Wednesday during his lunch break. "I'm looking forward to your pussy being filled up," Kevin sent after they'd settled on the day and time.
"Me too!" Dana texted back with a smile Kevin couldn't see. She was at work but her pussy was already getting a little slick just thinking about Kevin coming over. Before going back to work duties she quickly texted her husband. "Kevin is coming over Wednesday at lunch. You going to be home?"
After a few minutes of delay, her husband replied, "Yes, but I'll stay in the office. You enjoy."
Dana was both disappointed and appreciative at the same time. While she enjoyed the rare treat of playing with two men together, she found it easier - for whatever reason - to let go a bit more if her husband wasn't there. He had never been judgmental of her, but for whatever reason she seemed to be afraid that he would someday. For her, it was just easier to let go to the pleasures of sex if he wasn't around. There was absolutely no implication of love or emotional attachment with Kevin. It was just a good recreational sex session. Kevin was a good lover who knew how to eat her, loved how wet and relaxed she got, had a decent sized dick and managed to always push her past some limit she'd set. Thinking about it made her remember their last session. She'd always made him wear a condom but the last time they were together he said he wanted to cum in her... and she let him. She was almost ashamed of how she'd asked him to. "Yes," she'd hissed as he announced his pending orgasm. "Give it to me. Fill my pussy." Afterward, when Kevin was gone and she was telling her husband about it, she'd left out how she had taken Kevin bareback and begged for him to cum in her. It made her feel so naughty... so... slutty. But she hated that word and was ashamed anytime she acted in a manner she thought would be labeled such. Still... it had felt so good when Kevin's cock throbbed and spit and came as deep up in her as he could reach and her husband reacted with delight anytime she acted in a way she would classify as "slutty." The more wanton she was; the more cock hungry she was; the more "just fuck me!" she was... the more her husband seemed to like and be turned on by it.
Another few days passed and her phone chirped again; this time while she was home. "Hey, sexy. Kevin here. Doing anything fun?"
"Not really," she sent back. "Relaxing on the sofa." It was still relatively early in the day and she was still in her pajamas. She slept naked so her 'pajamas' were sweats that she put on when she got up to move around the house.
"Sounds nice," Kevin replied. "Wish I was. Working here." There seemed no reply necessary for that, so she didn't send one. A few minutes went by and another text came in from him. "Wanna brighten my day?"
"Sure," she replied. "How?" She thought she knew but...
"Send me a picture of your delicious pussy," he sent back.
It felt deliciously naughty. Dana wasn't one to send many selfies, much less erotic ones. She had sent very few to her husband but she knew how much he enjoyed them, and it wasn't like Kevin hadn't already seen (and enjoyed) what he was asking her to send a picture of. Without replying to him, she took off her sweat pants, made sure her sweatshirt was well up out of the way, positioned herself on the sofa so her legs were spread wide and took the picture he requested. It took three tries before she got one she was happy to send him. The one she sent showed her pussy nicely spread but not gaping open. Her labia were just a little slick with her juices and laid out nicely to either side of her hot opening. She had just recently trimmed so her pussy looked neat. Her clit was just starting to erect under its hood.
She sent Kevin that picture and didn't bother putting her pants back on. Instead, holding her phone in one hand and waiting for his reply, she let the fingers of her other hand idly rub her pussy... dragging one finger up between her lips, over her clit and back down after circling it once or twice. As much as it felt good she always preferred for someone else to do it. Being married, that "someone" was always supposed to be her husband but she really got excited when it was someone else - new or otherwise. It was one of the reasons she enjoyed Kevin so much. He didn't want anything from her except a good fuck session now and then - but when he showed up, he was all about pleasuring and using her and leaving her until the next time.
"Nice," came his reply. "Looks tasty. Is it?"
Dana almost sneered at the text. She wasn't big on kissing a lover after he'd eaten her and she'd rarely tasted herself off a hard cock that had already been in her or off her fingers or those of a lover. It wasn't so much that she didn't like the taste of her pussy as much as she just didn't see the need to ever taste it. She would sometimes in the flow of a play session, but it was a rare occasion she actually looked forward to it. Now here Kevin was asking if her pussy was sweet. She could send back, "it is," and not even have tasted. He wouldn't know the difference. But that somehow felt more dishonest than not telling her husband if she played with someone.