A little hump day reminder to keep an eye out for the curves around you.
The woman in your office who is distracted today may very well be reading sexy messages from women on Reddit and sending them to her husband and their FWB looking for mischief.
You never know for sure.
It's been a while since I've written, mostly because I have found that when one finds herself thrust deep into an unexpected fantasy turned actual reality, writing about it is a bit like pinching yourself in a dream.
The clandestine nights with the two of them, my husband and my playmate, alternating touching my knee while the other pulls me in for a deep kiss as the table next to us stares with curiosity and envy.
The way his hands found their way up my skirt as I stood in the kitchen, my own hands covered with soap and his beard against my ear, my husband whispering let me make you cum as he slid into me.
A moment when on a day we planned for nothing but sex, my husband was called away for a moment and while we waited for him to return, his tongue danced on my mouth pulling me in for a seductive kiss as his forefinger and thumb drew together and apart up and down my yearning and dripping pussy.
All those moments and about a hundred dozen more ricochet through all of our minds these days in an unexpected erotic movie we are living in.
But this morning, I felt compelled to write to the both of them retelling the story of the night before.
Here's a little morning story/memory for you two.
So last night ...
My husband held me against his body and played with my pussy, exploring different ways of touching me, making me edge, gentle barely there strokes on my clit, pressure when I begged for it, pushing fingers into me as I rocked my hips at different angles wishing I could have both my clit teased and my pussy filled,
Bringing me to several sorts of orgasms whispering in my ear when it was time to relax or tighten, his hand feeling my pussy convulse and cum, feeling like my body was calling his name through the rhythm of my pulse.
He brought me to the moment of whimpering orgasmic exhaustion all the while I was both present and in my memories, thinking of the way the two of you led my body through an erotic dance of different kinds of orgasms on that massage table.
I imagined the way it felt to have been utterly leveled by my husband's tongue and fingers while you played with my nipples, licking, sucking, biting giving me yet another source of tantric pleasure,
And only a moment to catch a breath when my husband's orchestration of my moans was complete only to feel another tongue exploring my clit in a different way. From behind the blindfold I listened to your murmurs of affirmation when I asked if you were going to make me cum too.
I was reminded of how much I wanted to beg for you both to fill me but trying to be patient. I came again and again with his beard brushing my cheek and ear until I couldn't anymore.
Sadly, last night he was still at the tail end of a cold and I assumed we would not play more, he was more than willing to gentle trace my skin while I wandered from an erotic otherworld back into our bedroom, the soaking wet pussy he kept finding reason to touch again pulsed with expectation.
And then, cold be damned,
He couldn't resist putting me on my side and sliding in, curving up into sides of my pussy that trembled with pressure. My body choosing to squeeze and let go all at once. Begging for his hot cum to shoot against my gspot and cumming three or four more times before he finally relented and filled me groaning, grunting, and releasing in a way that seemed to even surprise him.
We lay there, breath heavy, bodies intertwined and skin sweaty and sensitive, and then he began snoring, his own lions purr and I drifted off to dream of the way it felt to have you both inside of me moving together in a rhythm that brought us all to simultaneous release and basking in the glow of this amazing erotic sensual chapter.