Being a stay at home mum to four kids can get pretty lonely. Especially when your husband seems to never be at home, due to his work.
Now I wont lie, I certainly don’t have the best figure, but after four kids I think I’m looking pretty good. An average size U.K. 16/18 with 42dd breasts and perfectly curved pear shaped hips. I look in the mirror and still love what I see.
Life at home has been pretty boring lately and I’m fed up of satisfying myself. I mean, there is only so much self pleasure a woman can take. So I decided to see if I can play out my most wanted fantasy, fucking my husband’s high school best friend, Michael.
I have wanted him since the day I first met him, at his wedding about eight years ago. He was dressed in a form fitting navy suit, had spikey dirty blonde hair that made me want to run my hands through it. Combine that with the fact that I couldn’t stop staring at his semi hard on through his trousers and I’ve thought of nothing but riding his rock hard cock until I can’t take anymore at least once a day since.
One cold Friday night, I sat in a nice relaxing candle lit bath and decided to look Michael up on Facebook. Scrolling through his profile, I gently rubbed my clit under the warm water as I looked at his beautiful face. Oh how I longed for him. Before I knew it I was panting hard and sliding two fingers deep into my moist pussy, teasing myself by sliding them in and out slowly. It didn’t take long before I had to put my phone on the floor because I was almost ready to cum. Now vigorously finger fucking myself with one hand and pulling at my rock hard nipples with the other, I arched my back as I called out Michael’s name and came hard, as my pussy clenched around my two fingers.
After I calmed down, I quickly washed my still sensitive body and jumped out the bath, drying myself off as I walked to the bedroom. Laying on the bed naked, I picked my phone up and typed the following message to Michael.
‘Just thought you’d like to know, you have made me cum more times than I can count and you’ve never even touched my body. I think it’s time you did!’
I was nervous to press send. I mean would he even reply? What if he showed his wife, or worse still my husband, James? Screw it, I pressed send and anxiously awaited a response. Not expecting one, I got dressed in some white lacy knickers, a white vest top and went to do my mum duties like locking up the house etc before climbing into bed.
A few days passed and I had no reply yet. I was starting to worry, as I could see he had seen the message. Thinking the worst, I decided to ask James if he wanted to go for a coffee today so we could spend some time together, but really I wanted to figure out if Michael had spoken to him.
‘Sure, love, we can go for a coffee,’ replied James.
So after the kids were all sent to school we jumped in the car and headed into town to get coffee.
‘I’ll go find a table, would you grab me a caramel latte please, babe?’ I said to James
‘Yes sure, see you in a minute, baby,’ he replied.
Sitting at the table I look over at James and there is a long queue, so I get my phone out and head straight to Facebook. After a minute or two, I get a friend request from Michael. Shocked I look around, almost as if to check if anyone is looking at me. As I go to accept the request a message from him pops up.
‘I can see you, accept my request.’
Now looking around frantically and embarrassed I accept the request and finally see him staring at me from a shop window. I don’t even notice James sitting down across from me, because I can’t break my gaze with Michael. The thoughts are running wild in my head and my pussy is getting moist, so I shift uncomfortably in my seat.
‘You okay, baby?’ James asks, looking a little worried.
‘Oh, erm, I didn’t even see you there. I’m fine babe,’ I say, as I look away from Michael to James.
Another message pops up.
‘I’m coming over, I can see you uncontrollably wriggling around and can almost see the cogs turning in your head… stop mind fucking me,’ Michael says playfully.
Oh shit, is all I can think. I can feel my cheeks getting redder and redder and my pussy getting so moist. If he sits down next to me, I will have to excuse myself to the bathroom, I think.
‘Hey James, fancy running into you here. I thought you’d be working.’ I hear Michael’s husky voice say before I’ve even seen him.
I don’t want to look up and see that beautiful face after sending him the message I did last week. I guess he’s going to act like he’s not spoken to me already, so I just sit in silence and wait for him to talk to me.
‘Oh, hey Michael! It’s been a while, how have you been? Sit down have a coffee with me and Sarah!’ James exclaims.
‘Sure!’ Michael says as he pulls a chair in between me and James.
Sitting down, he purposely rests his leg against mine, under the table. The movement makes me jump, as he looks at me and says, ‘Hey Sarah, how’re the kids doing?’
Playing along I say, ‘Oh you know, kids are kids. I wont bore you with all that.’
James goes to get a coffee for Michael, leaving me alone with him. I try to move away from him a little, but he slides his hand under the table onto my leg.
‘Stay there! You told me it was time I touched you, so I’m going to,’ he whispers to me.
Shocked I just stare at him and try to concentrate my mind, as his hand strokes my stocking tops on my thighs, under my dress, making every inch of my body tingle. I swear I thought I’d cum just from his touch.
‘You better hope James gets back to this table before my fingers reach that wet and sticky pussy of yours. I’ve wanted to tease and touch you for years,’ Michael whispers to me, as his fingers slowly trace circles up my inner thigh.
I instinctively part my legs a little, to allow him to go further. I’m trying hard to remain composed as I feel his warm fingers against my underwear, rubbing my swollen wet pussy lips through them. I can’t help but let out a moan just as James sits back at the table and suddenly Michael’s hand is gone.
‘You okay, baby? Did you hurt yourself?’ James asks.
‘I just stubbed my toe,’ I say quickly, as Michael coyly smiles at me.
What seemed like hours pass, as I sit there trying to clench my legs together for fear of my pussy juices flowing freely, because I was that turned on. I was convinced when I stood up there would be a wet patch. Suddenly Michael made his excuses.
As he left I got a message that read, ‘Next time I will be putting my fingers deep inside that pussy of yours and making you cum in person! Message me when you’re free.’
To be continued.
