Sexting Sessions Gone Wild: While His Wife Is There

I’ve Been Living Next Door To My Fantasy Man For A While Now

We have sexting sessions that will blow your mind. It has been both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was and is always the constant temptation and the thrill of the forbidden wanting. The curse is always the agonizing wait for our stolen moments of that untamed pleasure.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a man. Tall, dark, and handsome, you know!! Yummy.. Knowing that he’s just a wall away, living his life with his unwanted wife is painful yet rewarding. He’s mine when we can’t wait any longer for what our spouses can’t give us. It adds an extra layer of excitement to our secret rendezvous. Our journey began with innocent glances and stolen moments in the backyard. But as time passed, our desires grew bolder, and so did our actions. We exchanged numbers and started talking about gardening, then home life, which transcended into sexting. Those late-night messages would keep me up all night.

All of those secrets we keep

Imagining his touch while lying next to my husband drove me wild while we enjoyed our sexting sessions. And his voice is everything. Those raunchy words flowed effortlessly, each one more provocative than the last. I loved rubbing on my pussy while he told me and how he thinks about me. All while lying next to my husband.

It was a tornado of words, his deep voice and the anticipation of more. We’d describe in vivid detail what we were doing. How good it felt touching ourselves while listening, and how much we wanted each other. He’d tell me how he would be in the shower, stroking his soaped-up cock while thinking about having me bent over right in front of him. While I’d be in my jacuzzi with my bikini bottoms off and I’m using my toy that was equal to the size of his cock fucking myself so hard until cumming.

Our sexting sessions often led to mutual masturbation. We’d sync our actions, describing every move, every sensation. It became so much better once we bought each other a Lovesense. I’d mirror his actions, my body aching with desire. At the end of it all, I just wanted him to actually be here with me. To be inside of me and make love to me the way I needed.

Let’s take things from sexting sessions to visual stimulation

Then comes the day when I want to turn things up more. This is the day I make things more visual then just a glance of my tits, or pussy. I have my sexiest lingerie, which is in his favorite color, which is green. That’s when I tease him with glimpses of skin, and watch as he watches me. It’s a dance of complete seduction.

I attach a dildo to my vanity chair, directly in view of his home office. There, I position it perfectly so that he can see every detail. After all, he did give me the sexy toy of pleasure. Now I slowly lower myself onto the toy. The feeling is intense, the combination of the cool glass against my skin and the warmth. His hard dildo filled me completely. I can feel his gaze on me. My phone rings and I hear him panting my name, which only heightens my arousal.

There, I start moving, rocking my hips, taking the dildo deeper and deeper. Telling him how I love fucking myself for him. At the same time, I tell him how to stroke his throbbing cock. Teasing him by asking if this is better than our sexting sessions. I know that we have a plan set in motion to break the rules even further, but I can’t wait. We were deep in our fantasy world when his wife called. Meaning she was almost home.

This is only the beginning of more to cum

I turn to face the window. To face him as I pump my pussy and watch that perfect dick of his. Wet from the precum. I voice how I want to lick it up so badly. That’s when it happens. I start to quiver and then… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…. We both cum. My knees buckle from my orgasm. We’re not past the sexting sessions but now we can add to our naughty fantasy list! My first idea is a ruined orgasm.

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