Author's note:
I love my husband, and no one else. He is not my cuck, my wimp or whatever you want to call him.
But this is a story of "Loving wives" or women having sex with men other than their husband. If this is not for you, please stop here. Constructive criticism is always appreciated.
And in case you are wondering, yes this is a true story ... ;) I've divided into multiple parts since it is a pretty long story. Anyway, he is part one. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did reliving my experience while writing this down.
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Part 1: The hook-up
I've always had an interest in technology. Ever since I was still a little girl I would work on my commodore, Amiga, x86, ... It is no surprise that when I arrived at the decision point in school I choose in that line. I work now in the technology sector for about 10 years, as one of very few women. It sure is a big plus since the men pay extra attention to me and I get to flirt constantly. I call it a plus because when I first started my studies I didn't have a high sex drive. That only started in my last year of studies, so since then I am extra glad with the direction I choose ... :)
This story starts on a normal midweek evening. It's about 7 pm and I'm sitting alone in my office at home. My husband Bart is still at work as it occasionally happens. Not that I'm bored though. I'm keeping myself busy with one of my favorite past time: chatting online and seeing if I don't meet someone interesting to do who knows what with ... Unlike what you might expect, more often and not I don't seem to run into someone I like. I don't like macho's, so I stay away from traditional chat rooms and only chat on some local (non sex) sites.
This evening though, I run into a guy with screen name "Saas" in a chat room about Belgian politics. (in case you guys follow internal news: Belgium is now the country that has gone the longest EVER to form a government: fucking bonehead politicians here!)
In any case, our mutual hatred in the local politics links us and we wind up chatting for about 30 minutes before I started to notice "Saas" has got the same british dry humor that I like.
The chat turns more personal and we chat about our lives: our names (as you already know, mine is Veronique. His name is Gregory) where we live, what we do, living situation, ... when we come to hobbies.
The past hour I've been getting to know Gregory for a little bit and his style had me turned on. Since he was a perfect gentleman I decided I would try something and see where it got me.
"I've got one really big hobby: sex!" I write him in response to his question.
It stayed silent on the other side for a lot longer than before and I was starting to think I scared him away when I finally saw his reply come in "Euh ... mine too."
I chuckled at his clumsy reply "Lol, well that's something we have in common then. So tell me, what do you like about it?"
Another short silence before he asked me "Aren't you married?"
"Yes, I am. But this is just some innocent fun and what my husband doesn't know, he doesn't have to care about," I lied to him.
His reply was much quicker this time "Oh, ok, I got ya," before he continued "I love oral sex."
"God me too, as much giving as receiving."
"And I love women's legs with their cute feet wrapped around my body as I fuck them," he replied getting clearly much more comfortable and bolder.
He struck a sensitive spot of mine with that line. I think my long legs and feet are one of my best assets and I love wrapping them around a man while having sex. Hell, I love playing footsie under the table, rubbing my feet over his legs, pushing my legs in between his when we dance, ...
I quickly opened up my jeans and ran my left hand under my panties over my bald pussy lips while I typed with my right hand "Oh, you do, do you?"
"Oh yeah, that is so sexy. I just can't control myself."
"You are getting my all wet and bothered," I answered him honestly.
"Well then, kick off your pants and masturbate for me!"
"Only if you take out that beautiful fat cock of yours and stroke it for me," I replied with lust.
We only just started our cyber chat and I was sitting at my desk naked from the waist down, with my legs spread and my tits hanging out over the collar of my shirt when I heard the front door open.
I heard my hubby call for me but I didn't answer. Bart knows exactly where I am when I don't answer and walks up to the office. He sees me sitting there but he doesn't walk in. He knows that when I cyber I get to bed more horny than I was to begin with.
I had an incredible sensual and graphically amazing cyber chat session with Gregory. I must have cum 4 times before he shot his sperm over his hand. And we never even turned on the camera.
"My god Gregory, you are a gifted writer," I said when we were done, my hands still sticking with my juices and my chair ready for a shampooing.
"I'm just describing what I do in real life," he replied.
I melted immediately and sank completely into my chair. "I must have him!!" is all that went through my mind!
Of course I couldn't ask him, he had to ask me, I told him I was only into innocent fun online. So I decided to avoid his remark and asked: "So what are your other hobbies?"
He proceeded to tell me about his passion for surfing and hiking before he asked me about mine.
"I've got two other big passions: first bikes and secondly clothes, makeup, shoes (you know women stuff)," I tell him.
"Tomorrow I have another class on eye make-up. Always good fun: gossiping with my friends and in the mean time learning how to accentuate my features."
"That must be fun," he replied and then continued softly "I wish I could actually see your face ..."
"Hhhmmm, this is going good," I thought.
Before I could reply he added "Do you have a webcam?"
"Yes, sure I do, but I'm not sure I want to use it now. I'm not wearing any make-up now," I teased him.
"Oh please, I'm sure you look great!" he begs me.
I let him hang in there a few more minutes before I agree to turn my webcam on if he does the same.
When we finally turn on our webcam I see him sitting there: short blond hair, broad chest, friendly smile. I actually see his eyes light up when I turn on my webcam and he sees me for the first time.
"You are stunning!" he compliments me.
I blush and tell him he doesn't look so bad himself.
"Can we hook up sometime soon? We live only 15 minutes apart," he asks me.
"FINALLY!" I think. I got him.
I smile and act all shy: "I don't know if I should. I mean, this has been fun, but it is just harmless, I'm married ..."
"Just for a cup of coffee, nothing more," he begs.
I let him squirm for a few minutes longer before I agree to meet him at a local coffee shop.
Then we log off, it is already 9:30 pm.
I run into the front room naked, leap towards Bart, kiss him quickly and say "Come, let's go to bed, I'm tired ..."
He follows me up the stairs as his hand is cupping my ass and trying to slip his finger into my cunt from behind. I playfully bat it away.
When we reach the bed I fall down on my back and 10 seconds later Bart joins me, his cock sticking straight out towards me. He mounts me and immediately sinks his 8 inches into my burning pussy.
He fucks me like crazy while I tell him all about my chat session and how well Gregory can sex me up.
Bart fills me up as I honestly tell him I had the best cyber chat experience ever and that Gregory made me cum multiple times before he came.
I deliberately leave out the fact that I'll be meeting him tomorrow for a good 'cup of coffee'.
The next day I take half a day off and drive back home to get ready for my date.
I took a nice relaxing bath, painted my toe and finger nails black, brushed my long black hair and walked into my wardrobe to decide what I was going to wear.
Now I was going to dress sexy but conservatively as I had insisted I was a proper married wife that was only going to have a friendly cup of coffee. So what to wear? I decided on a loose skirt with a flower print that came just over my knee and a blouse without too much cleavage but still had some form to it. Underneath I wore a pantyhose, or so I wanted him to believe. He couldn't know I was just wearing some stockings that were held up with a garter belt. And a pair of black, open-toed pumps on my feet. I put a pair of panties in my purse as I knew I would need them later to surprise my hubby.
Next I put on a little make-up and did my hair up in a loose knot. Nothing much or extravagant, just highlighting my facial features.
When I looked at the clock it said 4:15 pm. Time to head out. We had agreed on 4:30 pm at a coffee shop in the city center 15 minutes away. I should make it there right on time, I thought as I closed the door behind me.
I didn't leave a note for Bart as I knew he would wonder where I was when he came home and I was not there. I've done that before on his request. The anticipation, the unknown, what am I doing, where am I, makes him wild, he claims. I can only agree.
When I arrived and parked my BMW on the square I saw Gregory already sitting down at a table looking around nervously and smiled to myself. I will make you work for this, I thought as I checked myself in the mirror and got out. I planned on giving him a whole lot, but before that he had to chase me. And come on guys, you all know the chase is just as good as the catch (at least I think so).
When he saw me approaching the coffee shop he got up and walked towards me to greet me and shake my hand. I noticed immediately how tall he was. He was still a few inches taller than me, and I come up to a 6'2 when I have my heels on. My pussy immediately got wet when I imagined having him fuck me.
Still I think I managed to act all shy: "Hello, I'm Veronique."
"Nice to meet you Veronique, I'm Gregory," he replied as we walked back to his table.
He didn't sit across from me at the round table but on my left side "What do you want to drink?"
I decided on an Irish coffee and he called over a waiter and gave him my order.
Over the next 15 minutes we were talking small talk and he would look deep into my eyes. I shyly turned them away but every time stared into his just a bit longer than the time before. It wasn't before long he placed his strong hand on my knee and said he really enjoyed himself yesterday.
I placed my hand on top of his so he wasn't able to push it further up my leg as I said "Me too. I don't think I've ever had so much fun cybering with someone."
