Waiting and panting,
Jennifer
Back up the truck. What was this? So he'd been spending how many years trying to meet his sexual needs with Miss Sally, and meanwhile his own wife was out trawling the Internet for a sex buddy? He checked the date on the email: eighteen months ago.
Holy shit.
More:
Dear Jennifer,
Great to hear from you! One thing I forgot to mention – you're a 44DDD? Wow! Now that's a handful! Sounds interesting. I've never been with a woman with a chest that large. Brings all sorts of erotic images to mind. So that you know, I love all things oral. I consider my oral abilities to be far above average. I love to eat pussy (pardon the directness) and am content to do so for hours. Usually, though, women can't take it for more than fifteen minutes. After that, she usually asks me to stop so she can feel me inside her. No problem there! I've even had a few women pass out on me – that is wild! Passing out from too many orgasms – I love that.
My dear, after reading your letter a couple of times, I have become really horny. I LOVE to masturbate. I know that I am not alone in this – just about everyone does – but not many people are comfortable enough with their sexuality to admit it. I'd love to tell you ALL about it if you're interested. Just telling you about all the details would turn me on to no end. You too, I hope!
Well, dear, I wasn't kidding when I told you that you have gotten me horny. I hope you're proud of yourself. You words, and my telling you what they have done to me, are making me harder and harder. I just can't sit at this computer any more. Time to play! I hope that you'll think about me – and what I will soon be doing – as soon as I send this letter to you. I hope that it excites you enough to want to touch yourself, too.
Love,
John
His heart sank. Oral sex? She was out looking for a guy with a great tongue? What about his tongue? She always said that he was such a master with it. But here she was looking for someone else. Declan had strayed because he wasn't going to find a Dom at home. Well, at least, he had never dreamed Jennifer would be a Dom at all, much less a great one.
Yet she had a GREAT tongue at home. Why would she go looking for more?
He read the next email through a haze of red fury:
Dear John,
Think about my creamy breasts overflowing from a black teddy, my legs wrapped in silk, black stockings clinging to my thighs by garter straps made of leather. On my feet – open-toed velvet heels, my red toenails playing against the silk. I slip my foot out of the slipper and my foot caresses your bulging crotch. You run your hands over my smooth calves, reaching for the heat between my legs. I stretch my body, leaning toward you, and you bury your face between my breasts, tongue stroking the curves, reaching through the lace to my erect, flushed nipples.
I slide my body down yours, and soon I'm on my knees before you, hands eagerly reaching for your blood-engorged vessel. You groan as I free you, enclosing your nine-inch member in the valley of my bosom, lubricating the journey with the glistening drops from the tip. Your hips rock gently, and you mesh your hands within my auburn curls, urging me to use my mouth as I have just used my breasts. I fulfill your wish and soon you are trapped within my mouth and your hips thrust harder.
My tongue traces the mushroom and I alternate between teasing your tip and slowly sucking your shaft. The pace increases and soon you're moaning and bucking, out of control, as I lap your juices, filling myself with your seed...
I've got to go fulfill myself right now – I'm ready to cream myself! Maybe someday we can talk on the phone – the idea of phone sex makes me horny as hell!
Love and oral kisses,
Jennifer
It took every ounce of self-restraint not to run down the stairs and confront her. Teddy? What lingerie? He hadn't seen her wear anything sexier than yoga pants in two or three years. Leather garters? She didn't own leather garters! She was totally lying, both to this fuckhead online and to her own husband. What a cheating bitch. Leading this guy on via email and simultaneously going to pot at home, making him go out and find some other way to meet his real sexual needs. His breathing became labored from the shock of it, and the damn dog collar started to pinch.
The shower continued its beat of water; he needed to hurry. So he read more:
Oh Baby!
In your letter, you mentioned that you found the concept of phone sex exciting. If you would ever like to experience it, let me know. I'd also love to tell you exactly what I am doing to myself as you play with your wet pussy. Would it turn you on to hear my voice, my breath, my groans of pleasure as you play with yourself? Would you like to hear me cum for you? Let me know.
Back to my mission – to make you happy. Imagine I'm between your smooth, bare legs, devouring you. I'm sure that you have a clean, sweet-tasting pussy. I'd love to give it the attention it deserves. You would indeed slip your four-inch, velvet heel off your foot and place your silk-encased foot on my growing erection. Just thinking of the feeling of your foot stroking my hardening cock drives me crazy!
Now add the sight of your beautiful legs spread wide apart, your wonderful hands exploring your body for me to see. I would love to watch your painted fingernails disappearing into your soaking wet, engorged pussy. I want to watch you caress, pinch, and pull at your rock-hard, swollen nipples – at the same time watching your gorgeous foot sliding up and down the now-rigid shaft of my prick.
I hope the thought of it makes you as wet as it makes me hard! The rest would be up to you. Would you like to watch my cock explode hot cum all over your silk-covered leg as you continue to foot-fuck me, or would you like to take my throbbing tool into your mouth and feel the hot cum shoot into the back of your throat? Of course, I could always hold off cumming and slide all nine inches, nice and slowly, into your burning fuck hole. I'd be holding myself in a push-up position on top of you, looking down, watching my cock sliding inside you.
Look down, my love, I want you to see my pulsing manhood slide into your eager pussy. Then again, maybe you're in the mood for something different. Maybe you want me to make you get on all fours, your ass in the air as, looking back at me, I'd fuck you from behind. I'd be on my knees, behind you, with my enormous hard-on in my hand. Would it turn you on to see me pumping my cock behind you? Would you like me to fuck you, dear? Would you like it in the ass?
Your wish is my command.
I want you to know that I have opened my jeans, pulled them around my thighs, and am stroking my cock as I write this. I am stroking it harder and faster now. I'm going to cum pretty soon. I've pulled my jeans off completely now and have my legs spread slightly apart. Every now and then I stop pumping on my cock and reach down and cup my balls with my fingers, at the same time pressing down on the very base of my shaft with the palm of my hand. Then I reach down and flick a finger over my asshole.
This feels really great – I am totally gone. I am going to spray cum all over my stomach now, and I wish you were here to watch! The second I begin to come I'll send this. Send the power of my orgasm over the computer lines. I want you to cum with me. Rub that beautiful pussy for me, baby! Fuck that gorgeous wet cunt with your pretty fingers while I cum for you –
Crack. The world went gray for a moment, and then Declan found himself standing, his hand bloody, a hole in the wall board. He had blacked out for a moment and, in a fit of rage, punched the wall. His pinkie finger felt like it was broken, and he started at the glowing computer screen, glad he hadn't punched that.
Sack of shit. Some goddamned asshole was jerking off to letters his wife sent, letters that involved more sex in two thousand words than Declan had gotten from her in twenty months. He sucked the wound on his knuckles.
“Declan? Is something wrong?” Jennifer's voice carried up the stairs. Stall stall stall.
“It's fine! I dropped the shampoo caddy in the shower!” he shouted, hoping she couldn't tell from the sound of his voice that he wasn't really in the shower. He minimized the window
in her email and ran into the bathroom, leaving the dog collar on, washing as fast as possible, his hand spending three times longer than usual around his cock, the soap stinging the new scrapes around his knuckles where he'd punched the wall. Who knew lube and juices could mat hair like that? Maybe they'd invented a new formula for making dreadlocks.
Ten minutes later he was done, but left the shower running. Jennifer would think he was just taking one of his long showers. If she really loved him, she'd realize he started doing that a few years ago, when he needed to stroke off with sex toys in the warm, wet environment, after Jennifer seemed to lose interest in sex.
Now he knew why – those fucking emails. Some guy was getting his own action that he should have been getting. Jennifer was masturbating in front of her computer to this guy's dreck. Jesus, it made him sick. Sick sick sick –
Was he any better, though? Going to Miss Sally's club? A sinking feeling made his stomach ache.
He dried off and forced himself to read the next email:
Holy Shit!
Right now, I'm lounging in my desk chair with my smooth legs spread apart, exploring my already-wet pussy. I am reading snatches of your message as I write back. I'm lifting one hand away from my trembling lips and my finger is tracing lazy circles around my clitoris, teasing but not fulfilling. I'm completely naked, having stripped down after working a ten hour shift, serving drinks to horny bastards who ogle and squeeze my body.
Do you like knowing that they dream of me, too? Now, my painted fingernail provides enough pressure to test that threshold between pleasure and pain. I love to imagine pushing that threshold with you. I'm envisioning you stroking yourself, lit only by the glow of your computer screen, the light catching the first drops of pre-cum, which you use to ease your journey to ecstasy. Your face is contorted in a wild look, as you struggle to type and fight the hormonal tension.
I can see you here, under the desk, prying my legs apart without resistance, forging a trail with your tongue toward my throbbing, swollen clit. You tease me, caress my folds, circling slowly and flicking the nub just once, making me twitch with excitement. I'm getting dizzy, breathless. You reach for my aching tunnel with one, two, then three fingers, digging for my G-spot, then suddenly, shockingly, replacing fingers with tongue.
I'm mumbling, “Fuck me with your tongue!” and your tongue tenses, aiming for my spasming clit, licking and flicking and driving me into a frenzy. My back is arching up now, now, and I feel...Oh, God, electrical impulses are finding nerve paths I never knew I had! Oh, I can't type, this is taking forever, I'm feeling and feeling, I can feel every fold, every cell in my pussy, I imagine your swollen, glorious cock driving into me. I'm wet, I'm fingering myself to simulate as I'm writhing my body...My juices are flowing, slithering down the cleavage of my ass, onto the chair.
In my mind you're reading this and your face changes as you shift into a sensual mode, giving over to your body, wrenching every drop of tension and pleasure from your touching. You struggle to write, but your hand glides over your enlarged tool and you quickly drop your jeans. You imagine me and...
I don't know how to end this. I'm flooded with incredible images now and I need to get my vibrator – there's some fuel for another session. Jesus, write back as soon as you can! Wow.
Jennifer
What was this “ten hour shift” crap? She's pretending to be a waitress? That's her back story? Declan found himself laughing, a cold, soulless sound that made his testicles creep up into his abdomen. That's the best she could do? Pretend to be a 44DDD and a waitress to attract some loser to have email sex with on one of those cheapass sites? Oh, God, he hoped she hadn't actually spent money on some porno access site just to engage in craptacular talks like this with some moron.
He forced himself to read on:
Hi Babe!
Once again you've succeeded in getting me hot and HARD with uncontrollable desire! I just toweled my warm body off after a long, hot shower. I laid the towel over the chair here in front of my computer and brought a large bottle of lotion with me. I've been gently stroking my hard cock and am about to pump out a little of this cold, white lotion onto my aching shaft.
I wish you were here to see! When I stop stroking it, my cock lies on my hard stomach and twitches, begging for attention. Now I'm spreading the lotion all over my prick with my fingertips – letting them gently glide over the rigid hardness that your letters have created.
I begin stroking and I think about you emerging from a bubble bath. I would hide behind a door and watch as you sensuously worked baby oil onto your slippery little feet. The sight of you in the dim light of your room, your legs shining – oh! I am hard! I've started to pump harder and faster, imagining you there.
As you stretch to spread the oil your robe falls open and your beautiful breasts come into full view. As I stare at the gorgeous orbs I see your arm move and, incredulous, I watch as you spread your legs slightly and your oil-covered fingers travel up your glistening, firm thigh and end up between your legs. You begin to squirm and moan and your body's sensations take over as your robe has fallen completely open, exposing your soft, toned body. I watch as you cup one of your hands and fill it with oil, then reach your hand up to your breast. You look down at your fully hardened nipple and gently, slowly, begin to pour oil onto it.
The cold oil sends a shock through your body. I can feel the electricity, the overwhelming sensation race through my own body! You gasp as your other hand reaches your throbbing clitoris at almost the same instant.
I reveal myself from my hiding place and after the shock wears off, you reach for me. I dive for your love button and you watch, almost helplessly, as my face moves towards your incredible wetness. I feel your entire body shudder with an earth-shattering orgasm. I hold onto your hips for dear life as you begin bucking your pelvis in time with the waves of power shooting through your limbs. My hands are now grabbing your tight ass, pulling it apart each time my tongue darts inside your slippery, hot fuck hole. “Fuck me with your tongue!” you murmur. “Tongue fuck me, Baby. Stick every bit of that wet tongue up my sweet pussy!” You're becoming much more vocal – losing yourself, letting go, giving in to your raw desires.
You need something inside you – you need to be fucked. I stand up and you smile when you see my hard cock. “Do you want me to fuck you, Baby?” I ask. “Do you want my hard prick in your hot little pussy?”
“Yes!” you scream, and in an instant I am between your legs, holding the very tip of my dick against the outer folds of your gorgeous womanhood. And, well...you dream up the rest. Happy fantasies!
Love,
John
Declan retched, afraid he would actually vomit. This? She was attracted to this kind of sloggy, fake-sexy mess? What kind of limp-dick fuckhead leaves a woman to finish the fantasy? And “Fuck me with your tongue!”??? Like Jennifer would ever say that! He couldn't stop, though, and continued to her response:
John,
I'm naked.
I'm wet in every way you can imagine.
I'm thinking of you, my brain, my labia, lips, and heart pulsing, imagining your naked body, wet like mine, looming over me, your skin gliding against mine, rubbing your body over me without touching those places that truly ache for you.
You position our bodies in a 69 cocoon and the touch of your tongue on my labia is divine. Is there a God? He resides in your tongue, making me pray, calling out “Oh, God! Jesus Christ!”, our bodies temples, forming a church of pleasure. I deepen my mouth, stretching my throat to accommodate your aching cock as you begin to ride my mouth, now a slick, warm tunnel for you.
We flip, and now I am on top, my ass in the air, my back arched, riding your face. Your tongue is so perfect, your lips the icing on the cake, and I am moving with you, lifting and descending, caressed and creamy, and now your tongue fills me as I tease your balls, taking them both in my mouth, gently sucking, releasing, and then running my mouth along your shaft, tracing your pulsing central vein with my
tongue, then lightly rimming the tender area between your dick and your ass, making you twitch and shudder, shifting the pressure in agony from my enormous clit.
But you aren't easily distracted. Now you pin me down and I am ready for you to fill my pussy with your wet, ready member. You have other plans for me, don't you? You reach under the bed and find a silk scarf you placed here, and with practiced hands you bind me to the four posts of the bed. “Shhh,” you whisper, as you bring the blindfold over my eyes, you face traveling down my body, searching for...
Now, dear, you finish this!
Love,
Jennifer
What the everloving fuck? She was into being tied up? He had tried that years ago and she'd acted like he was a fucking pervert, like he'd asked her to let him slice her into a million pieces with a rusty nail clipper. Now she wanted to be tied to the bed with her own nylons? Maybe he wasn't the only one in this relationship who needed to go to a BDSM club.
He knew time was running out; Jennifer or Miss Sally would be up here soon to see why he was taking so long.
Speechless. Shell-shocked. Furious. Declan struggled to find words to describe what he felt. His fist nearly went through the monitor. He banged his head against the keyboard drawer, the pain helping to keep him from running downstairs right now and screaming at her.
Thump thump thump. Pause. He knew the sound of Jennifer walking up the carpeted stairs. Counted her steps. Knew she'd only come halfway up, pausing at a turn in the staircase.
“Declan!” she called out. “Get down here. Miss Sally has some, uh...something to show us.”
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