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Anita texting me up
That Saturday my sweet wife had been invited to one of her office girl’s birthday celebration. Patty had planned to have a girls night out at a nice downtown and she wanted to share it with Anita and other four girlfriends…
Ana told me she would share a room with Patty. Although my wife also knew the other women well from their office; she was definitely much more friendly with Patty than the others.
The plan was for them to check into the hotel early on the Saturday afternoon, spend a bit of time in the spa and pool and then go out for a meal in the evening to celebrate Patty’s birthday.
Ana picked out a black stylish dress fot the night’s celebration.
Then I got worried about what could happen that night.
I knew that Patty occasionally used to go out to clubs with Sheila, who was a divorced bitch.
Bearing in mind that Anita had told me that Patty and her husband had not had sex for an entire year; I found it hard to believe that some strange things could happen on those girl nights out.
But I knew my sexy wife had cheated on me sometimes and she had admitted that she even got laid with Suzanne, one of the guests to the party, who was divorced and kaçak iddaa lesbian…
Anyway Ana set off to pick up Patty and Sheila on early afternoon that Saturday a one of the other women at lunchtime on the Saturday and one hour later she texted me saying they had arrived safely to the hotel…
Early evening I received another text:
“All going well. Nice hotel. Out for dinner soon. Love U, xxx…”
I typed out a reply, wishing all the best for my sweet wife.
After that I settled down to watch a movie. I kept my phone at hand just in case. Before midnight it suddenly beeped again.
“Gone out to a disco…Love U, xxx.”
After that I settled down to wait for her next message. I surfed restlessly through several channels, but couldn’t really watch anything. It was over half an hour before my phone beeped again.
“Danced with Tom. Trying to touch me up… Love U, xxx.”
That did make my heart beat faster. I knew Tom was one of the bosses in the company and he had always wanted to fuck my wife.
I replied quickly: “Fine. Enjoy yourself. Text updates…”
This time Anita did not reply.
I sat there looking at my phone wondering what my sensual wife was doing at this very moment. When she canlı casino siteleri texted saying that Tom was trying to touch her up, I assumed that meant he had already touched her buttocks and boobs outside of her black dress…
I could imagine that she was very wet, squirming beneath Tom’s touch, responding to the messages her body was sending her…
I was sure that bastard would be keen to explore my wife’s body. His hand would travel up the front of her dress. Ana would say no, probably push his hand away, but it would return and begin to trace a journey up her inner thigh.
Still she would say no, but this time there would be no pushing his hand away. She would almost stop breathing when his hand reached her lacy thong and he would not be able to miss the unmistakable message which her damp panties proclaimed.
His desire would be intense as his fingers explored further. At this exact moment his fingers could be drifting across her shaven labia, before sliding down to their ultimate target. Parting her cunt lips and sliding his finger inside her I could imagine Tom thinking that he had to have her, he simply must fuck this lovely married pussy.
I casino şirketleri stared at my phone; another thirty minutes passed before the next message arrived.
“Patty wants to take the guys upstairs. Love U, xxx…”
“Your choice, babe. Are U wet? He felt your pussy?” I texted back.
“Very wet. Tom touched my pussy. Love U, xxx…” She replied.
Now my imagination went on feverish overdrive. I had a vivid mental picture of those two couples stumbling into a dimly lit bedroom. My wife’s dress being removed and a stranger licking and sucking her boobs. Hands removing that lacy black thong… Fingers sliding between her thighs, exploring her lush wetness. Then Ana on her back, legs spread wide and a man’s cock passing between her soft labia and drawing an exquisite moan of pleasure from her red lips.
After an hour I supposed there would not be any more texts, so I went to bed. But I could not resist reading the messages again and tried to picture what was taking place at that hotel room…
Perhaps at this exact moment was my wife gasping as a stranger man groaned and pumped his sperm into her lustful pussy.
I jerked myself off and finally passed out to a pleasant mental image of my wife lying back onto a bed, fully satisfied, her swollen pussy lips matted with a mixture of her fluids and semen…
But then my phone went for the final time that night and delivered the decisive message.
“I have just been fucked. Love U, xxx…”
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