Emails from gf/wives' lovers

[OpenEyes909]

Lots of people like the idea of their wives/gf's being unfaithful. I love the idea of a message exchange that poses as messages from wives/gfs lovers about their night with your partner...

If anyone wants to begin this or something like this dm me

 

[Dave6857]

My wife ( with my encouragement) was having some fun with an old school friend) I still have their FB messages transcript....... love reading it. Frustratingly it's not majorly dirty but it's hot enough. No I'm not sharing it ha ha. And just to add....... when they met up....... my wife would give me the details in story form via email. On top of that she would tell me in bed...... or whilst on the kitchen table as soon as she got home.

 

[spooz3x6]

Lots of people like the idea of their wives/gf's being unfaithful. I love the idea of a message exchange that poses as messages from wives/gfs lovers about their night with your partner...

If anyone wants to begin this or something like this dm me

ich habe Emai-nachrichten von Lovern an meine Frau

 

[spooz3x6]

Lots of people like the idea of their wives/gf's being unfaithful. I love the idea of a message exchange that poses as messages from wives/gfs lovers about their night with your partner...

If anyone wants to begin this or something like this dm me

ich habe viele emails von meiner untreuen Frau, die sie von Lovern bekommen hat

 

[Worzel550]

She sounds horny needs his cock

 

[pumperguy191]

That's how I found out my wife was cheating on me. I read her emails and text messages.

 

[Cuck_boy]

I would love this, id love to know for a fact how she fucked others

 

[spooz3x6]

I really enjoy reading my fiancées messages with the classmate she is hooking up with.

Meine Frau hat mir oft Nachrichten gezeigt, die sie von anderen Männern bekommen hat. Viele davon waren sehr eindeutig sexueller Natur

 

[stiv837]

One of my wife's boyfriends used to email me and tell me about their affair. He also sent me nude photos he had taken of her . She never let me take take nude photos of her. Sadly their affair ended about seven years ago , but we still keep in touch via emails.

 

[Whispor]

This might be a slight deviation from the original question, but it would honestly be very hot to me!

Imaging my wife having a torrid affair with an extremely well-hung lover, but he's aware I know and that I approve. She's the only one that thinks she's keeping it a secret.

He records their fuck sessions for me, emails them to me, lets me see how much larger he is than me and how she orgasms so much more powerfully with him. I get to hear her tell him how much bigger his cock is than mine because I've told him to ask her, told him to make her say that she's his slut.

He also sends me their text messages where he gets her to tell him how much she loves his cock. lusts for it, but also that she loves me too much to ever leave me for him.

I would not only masturbate to all of these things, but also fuck her with so much passion with my much smaller penis having seen and heard it all.

 

[HotwifeBrooksideKC]

This might be a slight deviation from the original question, but it would honestly be very hot to me!

Imaging my wife having a torrid affair with an extremely well-hung lover, but he's aware I know and that I approve. She's the only one that thinks she's keeping it a secret.

He records their fuck sessions for me, emails them to me, lets me see how much larger he is than me and how she orgasms so much more powerfully with him. I get to hear her tell him how much bigger his cock is than mine because I've told him to ask her, told him to make her say that she's his slut.

He also sends me their text messages where he gets her to tell him how much she loves his cock. lusts for it, but also that she loves me too much to ever leave me for him.

I would not only masturbate to all of these things, but also fuck her with so much passion with my much smaller penis having seen and heard it all.

I love this idea - DMs and sexy texts.

 

[Bloodandglitter]

It happened once and half the shit she made up. Especially when she mentioned my best friend at the time. She mentioned my best friend was involved and I knew she was lying because my friend lived about 10 hours from me at the time. I confronted my S.O. and my best friend and they both told me nothing happened between them but he came clean about the other woman. Instead of writing her back and calling her a bunch of names, I simply didn't reply, which pissed her off greatly. She started threatening us saying she was going to have her brothers wait outside his work and kick his ass. I told him to tell her that if she continued to threaten us then we would get an attorney involved. Never heard from her again

 

[gk6h]

My wife ( with my encouragement) was having some fun with an old school friend) I still have their FB messages transcript....... love reading it. Frustratingly it's not majorly dirty but it's hot enough. No I'm not sharing it ha ha. And just to add....... when they met up....... my wife would give me the details in story form via email. On top of that she would tell me in bed...... or whilst on the kitchen table as soon as she got home.

That is the best

 

[jimmyturtleman]

Lots of people like the idea of their wives/gf's being unfaithful. I love the idea of a message exchange that poses as messages from wives/gfs lovers about their night with your partner...

If anyone wants to begin this or something like this dm me

A couple of years ago I picked up our shared phone to check in on a game that I play. You can imagine my surprise, when the opening screen was a FB chat between my wife and an old H.S. boyfriend of hers, going back and forth about how much they wanted to fuck each other, and couldn't wait to meet up in Florida. We were actually close to leaving for Florida, for our annual 2 month winter getaway.

I was able to keep my discovery to myself, until the day before we left home. Both my wife and her ex b/f were quite surprised to hear me encourage their reunion. They did meet up a few times after that.

 

[Mu5tang]

My wife, after lots of pillow talk, allowed her married co-worker to fuck her multiple times when they traveled for a 2 day training conference.
Being a co-worker, no texts or emails were exchanged on company devices... nor on personal, since he played secretly from his wife.

 

[Kolejdayz]

My wife is having sex fantasies about her boss and I am having fantasies about a nurse at a clinic I attend. We talk about our fantasies to each other a lot now, but can't get over fucking fantasies

 

[OpenEyes909]

Bump

 

[Kolejdayz]

Bump

It's a big fantasy of mine -- my pretty wife or girlfriend taking the night off on a business trip and sending me pictures of her and a guy she met and then slept with

 

[OpenEyes909]

Bump

 

[fearless1969]

I always hope for pictures or better yet, videos of my wife's previous sexual encounters. Sadly, she swears that none exist and they were well before any cell phone cameras. While I toggle between wanting to watch her in person now and not, I would absolutely watch a video of her in action before we met. Although she has told me, in vivid detail about many of her encounters, nothing is like seeing or hearing them firsthand.

 

[OpenEyes909]

Anyone who wants to explore this in rp dm me

 

[lifeis2short2b]

Lots of people like the idea of their wives/gf's being unfaithful. I love the idea of a message exchange that poses as messages from wives/gfs lovers about their night with your partner...

If anyone wants to begin this or something like this dm me

" Lots of people " ?

 

[OpenEyes909]

Bump

 

[Kolejdayz]

I am open to exchanging pretend e-mails from wives who want to confess an 'indiscretion" (i.e., exciting night) or things they have done in the past.

 

[Kolejdayz]

This an fantasy e-mail that I just dreamed up

Dear Larry,

You probably wondered how many guys I had before you. Of course, like most girls my age, I played around—probably more than most girls actually—and, yes, some of my boyfriends overlapped with you. It was something I treated lightly, almost like a private joke I was in on, one that no one else quite understood; a kind of game, and I never intended to be cruel. It started back in high school with Jake. I realized I liked the feeling of being wanted, and I liked the power. After Jake, there was Tyler, then Chris, then Aaron—each one different, but the same in some ways too. Then you, and a few stolen moments with overlapping men when you weren’t looking. By the time I got to college, the list grew longer—Alex, Ryan, Marcus, Ben, Daniel, Luke… and a few others whose names are blurred. They didn’t matter, but the experience itself mattered more than who I was with. To me, it never felt like “a lot of guys,” but you might have disagreed. Did you ever guess or fantasize about me and those other guys? Pretending to be a virgin became part of the game. It set a boundary that made everything else possible. Inside that boundary, I could experiment, explore, and play. I could experiment too. Sometimes I brought the results of the experiment back to you in the spirit of fun.

College was where the real fun began, darling. I showed up on campus in my prim and proper dresses—those knee-length skirts and buttoned-up blouses that made me look like the good girl everyone expected. But underneath, my panties were always a little damp with anticipation. I couldn't resist the boys who came after me, their eyes lingering on the way my skirt hugged my hips or how my blouse strained just a bit over my chest. It was thrilling to play the innocent while knowing what I craved.

Take Alex, for instance. We met in my freshman dorm, studying late one night. He was bold, sliding his hand up my thigh under the table, brushing against my panties before I even finished my sentence. I pretended to blush, but I let him lead me to his room. There, he hiked up my skirt, tugged my panties aside, and slid his hard cock into me right against the wall. It was quick and urgent—his thrusts deep, making my blouse rumple as I gripped his shoulders. When he came, his sperm filled me up, warm and sticky, trickling down my thighs as I straightened my dress and slipped away, still smiling like nothing had happened.

Then there was Ryan, the frat boy with that cocky grin. He caught me at a party, whispering how he wanted to see what was under my prim skirt. We ended up in a dark corner, my back against the bookshelf. He unbuttoned my blouse just enough to expose my bra, kissing my neck while his fingers dipped into my panties, stroking me until I was soaking. I dropped to my knees for him, taking his thick cock in my mouth, sucking eagerly as he groaned. He pulled out at the last second, his sperm spurting across my blouse, leaving little white stains I had to hide when I rejoined the party. I loved the secret of it, feeling his release dry against the fabric while I danced with you later that night.

Marcus was different—taller, more intense. We hooked up after a lecture, sneaking into an empty classroom. He bent me over the desk, flipping up my skirt and peeling my panties down to my ankles. His cock was long and insistent, pounding into me from behind as my blouse pressed against the wood. I came first, clenching around him, and he followed, pumping his sperm deep inside until it leaked out, soaking my panties as I pulled them back up. Walking back to my dorm, I could feel it between my legs, a teasing reminder under my proper dress.

Ben and I had a few afternoons in the library stacks. He'd pull me into the shadows, his hands roaming under my skirt, fingers teasing my panties before replacing them with his cock. I'd bite my lip to stay quiet, my blouse half-unbuttoned as he fucked me standing up, his sperm eventually spilling onto my thighs when he pulled out. It was messy, but I adored wiping it away with a tissue, tucking it into my pocket like a naughty trophy.

Daniel was sweet but sneaky—we met at a coffee shop and ended up in his car. He loved my skirts, always pushing them higher to access my panties easily. One time, he ate me out right there, lapping until I shuddered, then I rode his cock in the passenger seat, my blouse open and skirt bunched at my waist. His sperm shot up inside me, warm and plentiful, making my panties cling wetly when I dressed again.

Luke and a couple others blurred together in those wild semesters—quickies in dorm bathrooms, where they'd lift my dress, slide my panties to the side, and thrust their cocks into me against the sink. Sperm would drip down, staining my skirts if I wasn't careful, but I always played it cool, buttoning my blouse and rejoining friends like the perfect girl next door.

By 20, it added up to about 15, overlapping with our time together in ways that still make me giggle. I'd come home to you in my neat outfits, panties perhaps still holding traces of another man's sperm, and pretend it was all innocent. Did it turn you on, knowing? Or does it now, reading this? I hope it does—it's our little game, after all. Tell me your thoughts, love. What do you fantasize about most?

With all my teasing affection, Emily