"Hey, you need to be my friend on Facebook so that you know what my husband is saying about you" Is the message that started it all. We had joked over his phone only once before that, and I had met her, if only breifly and not properly, but FB friends is really what got it started. As soon as I joined Vanessa's page, and responded to the friendly jab from her husband about me, I got the first message.
"Ya, he's just jealous of you"
"Well duh, I mean have you seen how cool I am" I jested back. "It was nice to have semi-met you the other day"
"I wanted to come over and say hi, but there were to many people there" she said. "But I still told John that I did come over and get a hug and a kiss on the cheek from you. He didn't really believe me anyways, so I guess I really could have!"
"Well I guess I will just have to owe you
We honestly weren't sure that it was even you, as you were to pretty to be his wife, but I'm glad it was"
Our conversation went on like that for another 20 mins or so until she had to go.
"Tell John that you were the last man I talked to until I went to bed. He should like that"
While I was happy that I was the last man, I didn't want to stir that pot, and left it alone. It was a little awkward at first, but I didn't mind the little bit of flirting. The next night was the same, small talk to start, medium to heavy flirting by the end. I was starting to look forward to our conversations, and was getting a little hard during them. And why shouldn't I? She is a sexy brunette, mother of two, 130lbs and looked damn good in a bikini, at least in the pictures on FB. If I had seen her in person, I would have had to bury my face in those large breast!
By our third conversation, and flirting, I couldn't help myself, and had to browse through her FB pictures, picking out the good ones, and beating off to them. It felt so nice when I exploded and moaned her name. I even found my mind wandering to thoughts of her as I fucked my wife that night, cumming all over my wife's shaven pussy and thinking of Vanessa.
I so want to take this further, and would love to do the things I imagine to her personally, but how, without her husband finding out, or my wife for that matter. She jest that it's just fun flirting and that is it, but then her conversations start to reveal more than just that . . .
(Looking for a female to help me continue my rather true fantasy)
"Ya, he's just jealous of you"
"Well duh, I mean have you seen how cool I am" I jested back. "It was nice to have semi-met you the other day"
"I wanted to come over and say hi, but there were to many people there" she said. "But I still told John that I did come over and get a hug and a kiss on the cheek from you. He didn't really believe me anyways, so I guess I really could have!"
"Well I guess I will just have to owe you
We honestly weren't sure that it was even you, as you were to pretty to be his wife, but I'm glad it was"Our conversation went on like that for another 20 mins or so until she had to go.
"Tell John that you were the last man I talked to until I went to bed. He should like that"
While I was happy that I was the last man, I didn't want to stir that pot, and left it alone. It was a little awkward at first, but I didn't mind the little bit of flirting. The next night was the same, small talk to start, medium to heavy flirting by the end. I was starting to look forward to our conversations, and was getting a little hard during them. And why shouldn't I? She is a sexy brunette, mother of two, 130lbs and looked damn good in a bikini, at least in the pictures on FB. If I had seen her in person, I would have had to bury my face in those large breast!
By our third conversation, and flirting, I couldn't help myself, and had to browse through her FB pictures, picking out the good ones, and beating off to them. It felt so nice when I exploded and moaned her name. I even found my mind wandering to thoughts of her as I fucked my wife that night, cumming all over my wife's shaven pussy and thinking of Vanessa.
I so want to take this further, and would love to do the things I imagine to her personally, but how, without her husband finding out, or my wife for that matter. She jest that it's just fun flirting and that is it, but then her conversations start to reveal more than just that . . .
(Looking for a female to help me continue my rather true fantasy)
