Subject: Thinking of Kelly While Fucking My Wife (MF, oral)
Written by: Dexter Green <dexgreen@mindless.com>
Posted by: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
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Dear Kelly,
I've been thinking about you. When you emailed me before you asked if I wanted
to fuck you or if I thought about fucking you while doing my wife. Perhaps not
an exact quote. You really kind of caught me off guard as I guess when you are
in my happy spot I'm thinking of you as this nice girl from church who I kind of
know and like but want to do naughty things to. Then you say, "do you want to
fuck me?" My response to the nice church girl who did that so many years ago was
say no I can't do that really, it wouldn't be right, and then end up almost
doing it and making a bit of a complicated mess of things. I am being true to
form.
I was setting in church this morning listening to the Pastor working his way
into a boring sermon and I walked out. My wife was home with a "headache" and so
I went back home. I had a vision of you in my head the whole way. (The brunette
version which I saw once in a google cache before it all went away.) Now, I must
say I have not gotten sex in a long time. She doesn't feel like it or whatever
stupid reason.
But I had a plan. I knew she was faking the headache and I really just didn't
want to deal with her this morning anyway. Our child is at a friend's house so
that wasn't a problem. I was so frustrated I almost checked out a craigslist
escort I've been researching. But, I just can't see my name in the newspaper in
a hooker bust.
So, I picked up some Chinese food and a bottle of wine. I walked in the door and
told her how much I missed her. (I was picturing your eyes when I was looking at
her.) I gave her a little kiss on her forehead and started to massage her back.
I wondered how you would feel and smell. How I would feel about you when I was
touching you. How your skin would feel, how your muscles would feel to my
fingers. As I felt her t-shirt slide across her back I thought about touching
you for the first time. Would you look me in the eyes as you leaned towards we
to give me that first permission. Would there be just a hint of a smirk, just a
tiny hint at one corner of your mouth, cause you know and I know where we are
going. I led her to the bedroom, poured a little wine for her and made her lay
down on the bed. Well, to tell the truth her ass is a touch larger now then it
was the first time I saw in when she was 20 years old but I didn't see it. I saw
yours. Now I have not seen yours in real life but in my happy spot it is just
the right size and shape. I gently massaged her shoulders, or should I say
yours... I really took my time and told her how beautiful she was and how I just
couldn't set there in church missing her so much. I figured a couple glasses of
wine on an empty stomach and she would be putty in my hands.
It didn't take quite as long as I thought. (I've been to a few of those men's
seminars on honesty and a man's role in a christian household. What a bunch of
crap. Now I refuse to hug other men on command. Especially those sincere 40
something morons who wear short pants in the winter. I was the only man not
hugging another in the last Promise Keepers BS I got roped into a couple years
ago. It is not that I am afraid of hugging guys it is just that I resent the
psychological manipulation.)
But, I'm off subject. I'm not really writing porn I'm telling you my story.
So my wife says, now let me take care of you. She fishes Mr. Happy out of my
pants pushes me back on the bed and starts going down on me. Now I have not had
a blowjob in I think a year but she was always good at it. This is one of the
best I've had. It was straight out of Cosmo. She even got the move right where
she wraps her hand around my dick and keeps sucking so if feels like she has it
all the way down her throat. It was amazing. The best part of it was that it was
really you doing it to me. I got so carried away I reached up to brush your long
hair away so I could see your face and it wasn't you. Wife wanted to know what
was wrong and I told her I was about to come and didn't want to surprise her.
She said she wanted me inside her and rolled off me. I did have some suspicions
from the perfect blowjob but when I saw she had not shaved in awhile I am pretty
sure she is not having an affair. She guided me inside her. She was hot and wet
and I'm thinking all that time at the gym has been paying off because she felt
pretty good. She said she wanted it hard and fast and I swear I heard your voice
saying it.
We were interrupted by a pounding on the door. My moronic neighbor had seen my
truck in the driveway and needed feed for his goats. He stick his head in the
door and asked if I was home.
I yelled, "Jesus Christ, you fucking moron, don't you ever knock." He was
totally shocked. He has never heard me swear. He apologized profusely. I told
him my wife was ill and I was under a lot of stress. He seemed to accept that.
Now today has been kind of a day of sin for me.
I can't believe the one thing that really bothers me.
I swore at my neighbor. And not just a little swearing, that was pretty bad. I
guess it all comes back to that out of the heart the mouth speaketh concept from
Sunday School.
Still, I think I love you.
Dex
PS-wife is no longer in the mood...Will think about you again later this evening
Dexter Green - Thinking of Kelly While Fucking My Wife