I messaged you after I had read a comment you left on a post I was following. We've been chatting for days. It started with flirty banter and the chemistry was immediately apparent. That was followed by a cautious exchange of pictures. You told me I was gorgeous. I told you that I thought you were handsome. Things only intensified from there.
You think all of this is by happenstance. Just fate stepping in and doing you a solid after years without any sort of real intimacy. To be fair I most definitely lead you to believe that narrative. I know your wife.
Let's get this straight: I am neither her friend nor her enemy. We are coworkers. She talks about you often. Scratch that. She complains about you all of the time. You never seem to meet her demanding standards. She's extremely proud of how she's "trained" you. Sure, she'll give you her body but only if you're a good boy. It's a game you don't even know you're playing.
It was during happy hour last Friday when I'd decided to hunt you down. She was talking about how she'd given you a list of things to get done by tonight and in exchange she promised to be in the mood. It was clear she had no intention of holding up her end of the deal. Every text you sent she'd roll her eyes and sneer. Passing her phone around.
When the phone got to me I saw the picture you sent her. My mouth watered at the sight of your dick. I could immediately tell that you'd leave me sore in the best way possible. I don't even know if I could explain how much I wanted you in that moment.
It took me a few days to find your profile. But once we started talking things happened faster than I expected. I didn't mention our connection but you were upfront about being married. We agreed to meet for a drink and see where the night took us.
