It was the third date of the week. After creating the account, the matches had flooded in. You had written "not looking for a serious relationship" in your profile. The guys had clearly loved that. You had felt slutty writing it, but then again, the goal was to fuck a man while your husband watched. You were behaving like a slut. You had never wanted to be one, but now it excited you.
The first two dates had been with guys with whom the chemistry you shared over text had evaporated when we met up in person. You had been married for so long that you weren't used to dating. You kept waiting for the awkwardness to fade, but it never did. You thought it was the guys' responsibility to make it go away but they never did anything about it. I had been good though; at the first semblance of conversation, I silently excused myself to go to the bathroom to give you some privacy. It didn't work; the conversation died just as quickly as it had started and by the time I was back the awkwardness still clung to the air around the table like a contraceptive bubble. We said our goodbyes and we went home, and I licked your pussy while you made plans with the next guy.
Z was different though. He was date number three. He immediately made you feel comfortable. Unlike the others, he hadn't asked for nudes before meeting. The conversation flowed naturally; he made sure to include me, which we both appreciated. Z might be the next man to fuck you, but I was still your husband. You wondered if the waitress was trying to figure out your relationship to the men on either side of you; you had entered with me, but after Z had made you laugh you touched his arm suggestively.
When it was time to say goodbye, you hugged Z. As you were parting, you kissed his cheek. You wanted to make sure that he knew you had a good time. I had asked for no kissing yet (and you had made this clear to your dates), but a kiss on the cheek was probably fine, you reasoned. I shook his hand and you and I returned home. This time, you didn't go back on the app.
"I think you won't have to wait much longer," you said as you lightly traced a finger along my penis. I hadn't been allowed to cum since had set up your profile. We had decided that way we'd both get a reward when you finally got fucked. You made my cock twitch with desire before giggling and straddling my face. "Just tease me. I want to save myself for him." I licked you while you asked me if you should text him now. My answer didn't matter, but I appreciated that you asked anyway.
You reached for your phone while I continued to lap away at you. Suddenly you had a stroke of inspiration. You held the phone high above your head and took a picture of yourself from the neck down. Only my forehead was visible between your legs. You sent it to Z with the message "Thinking of you..." You showed me the text.
"You never send me nudes."
"You get to see me naked every day. Get back to licking." You lowered yourself on my face so that my mouth had no choice but to lick incoherently around your vagina. Just as you had about enough, your phone buzzed. Z had already responded. A few emojis followed by a question.
"Can I show you what that did to me?"
He was asking for permission to send you a dick pic. He behaved like a perfect gentleman after you had just done the sluttiest thing you had ever done in your life. Your pussy tingled.
"No. I want to be surprised when I see it for the first time."
That was the text that confirmed that you would be fucking another man. You felt your heart jump out of your chest when you hit send. A jolt went straight to your pussy. I was the only man you had ever had inside of you. Now there would be another one.
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Plans were made for the weekend. I could barely sleep from how horny I was. You came up to me once to show me how soaked you were just from exchanging flirty texts with him. You ground against my fingers but had the composure to stop yourself from getting too close. My erection hurt, but you soothed it with the back of your hand as you whispered into my ear how badly you wanted to fuck Z. You let me dry hump your leg like a dog in heat and every night I licked your pussy to reach a steady strum of arousal while you texted Z. You teased me about how much you loved my mouth but that the only dick that was allowed in your pussy in the foreseeable future was Z's. Once you looked down and saw some precum on the tip of my penis. You scooped it up and shoved it into my mouth. You told me to suck your finger like a cock while you licked my ear. You liked me horny and obedient.
