I flew into Omaha, Nebraska to meet a friend I've been chatting with for the past year. She's a 48 year old divorced mother of 2.
I've always been attracted to older women. They know what they want and don't play games. I met Sandy in Colorado where I was guiding, I took her rafting and ended up fucking her after the trip. After that encounter we exchanged information and I honestly didn't talk to her for over two years.
I was single and horny one day, rummaging through my guide log and found her email. I emailed Sandy to see what she's been up to. She tells me that she's been thinking of our time in Colorado every time she masturbates and has been waiting for me to reach out.
We start exchanging dirty stories with each other. We lived out our secret desires through our story exchanges, which often times included exchanging pictures. It got to the point to where I would tell her what to do and she would do it in real life.
Like wearing no panties to work. She would send me a picture of her pussy at work to prove she was following directions, it always looked wet and ready to fuck. I had her buy a butt-plug and wear it for me when she left the house, this always followed with pictures to prove her obedience.
One day, I open my email and see that Sandy had sent me a new message. She was distraught in her email. Turns out Sandy was married and her husband had found our email exchanges and pictures. She was sure this would end her marriage.
I can only imagine what must have been going through her husbands head. I know what we had written to each other and what she had been doing for me. Damn! Must be tough to read that shit about your wife.
Sandy and her husband end up divorcing because of this. However, his misfortune was my good fortune. Sandy insisted I come see her in Omaha and that she needs me now more than ever. I agree, she buys my ticket and the trip was set.
I tell her that I would agree to come, but she's not allowed to masturbate for the next week, which is when I was to arrive in Omaha. She pleads that it would be too difficult and that I should let her play with herself. I'm firm with my order and threaten not to come if she disobeys. She reluctantly agrees.
The whole week leading up I was sending her messages of what I wanted to do to her and pictures of me masturbating. She objected and told me it wasn't fair that I teased her like this. She told me that at work she couldn't focus and her pussy was constantly wet. I liked hearing that and it sounded like she was still obeying.
The day of my trip I messaged her that I wanted her to pick me up at the airport in a short dress and no panties. She hesitated and said that she wouldn't feel comfortable walking around at the airport like that. I told her she had no choice about the matter. Again, she reluctantly agreed.
My flight finally lands and I'm so excited to see Sandy. I can't wait to fuck this woman again. I'm almost out of the airport and I still don't see her anywhere, when my phone suddenly rings. It's Sandy. "Hello Sandy! Where are you?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry sir! The dress was too short and I was dripping down my leg with excitement. I couldn't get the nerve to walk in to the airport like that. I'm waiting for you in the car outside," she said nervously.
"No problem, but Sandy you do know that you'll have to be punished for your disobedience, right?" I replied.
"Yes sir! I know," She said in way that made me think she disobeyed on purpose.
When I get in the car I inspect Sandy. She's wearing a tight leopard print dress that stopped just above mid thigh, but has ridden higher because of the way she's sitting. Her legs were parted to give me a view of her pussy. She was freshly shaved and her pussy glistened with moisture. Her big tits were mashed, nipples trying to tear holes in her dress.
