[This is some actual email correspondence between Phil and Bonnie. A few details have been changed to protect their identities, and some typographical errors have been corrected, but it is a true story.]
Dear Zondar37m,
I really enjoyed your story, “An Extramarital Affair”. Thanks so much for writing it!
Bonnie
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Dear Bonnie,
I‘m glad you liked my story. Do you have any good stories about affairs?
Phil (my real name)
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Hi Phil!
Do I have stories about affairs? Do I ever! I probably should check with my husband to see if he wants me to share them with you. Every so often I get a hormonal explosion and, well, let my hair down and try to seduce everyone around. It started early in our marriage. My husband knows about a couple of them, but they usually happen when I'm on business with my company or special occasions. (like our last anniversary -- it just happened, but was it exciting!). Thanks for taking the time to write. I just happened to glance at the topics and yours was very exciting for me. Guess I should stop or . . .
Bonnie
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Dear Bonnie,
Please don’t stop! You’ve read one of my stories. Now tell me one of yours. Please?
Phil
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Dear Phil,
I really shouldn't. Well, first of all I work for a car dealership. I always dress very professionally, usually with skirts or dresses. I'm a natural flirt, but not usually provocative. My breasts are not large, just a handful, so I often do not wear a bra. The problem is my nipples get hard quick, like bullets, and they are sensitive. Having them feel the nylon, or satin, or silk can be very stimulating.
Anyway, one day I was in one of those moods. (Maybe it's my age. I'm not a young flit of a thing, moving toward middle 40s.) I was showing some cars to a young couple. I wore a tan skirt that buttoned up the front and a beige blouse. It was close to being sheer. If the light hit it right, my breasts would be visible. I also wore tan hose, thigh highs with white panties which are sheer and made my bush visible and brown pumps.
The man would sit in the front seat with me and his wife in the back. I noticed after a few blocks that he would glance at my legs (which I think are my best asset). I looked down while stopped at a light and noticed that I had the two lower buttons undone, and while driving he could see the top of my stockings. It would be an embarrassment to him and me if I attempted to pull my skirt down, so I didn’t. I also glanced at him and noticed a bulge beginning to grow. I started to tingle and felt moisture in my pussy. I decided not to change anything during the day. As I showed them a couple of cars I noticed that he would follow me around the dealership, accidentally brush against me, those sorts of things.
It looked like they were going to be buying a really expensive car, so I took them to lunch. During lunch, I felt his leg touch mine. I moved mine away. A few seconds later it happened again. I didn't move this time. With my legs crossed, my skirt dropped down on one side, his side, showing most of my leg. (Can you imagine?) I happened to glance at his eyes, and caught myself licking my lips. As I got up from the table, I let him have a good look at my panties.
When we returned to the dealership, the wife wanted to look at some more cars, but the husband said that he was tired of walking, and encouraged his wife to go out to the lot by herself, and said he would start to discuss financing with me. As soon as his wife left, he put his arms around me and kissed me. I responded by pushing my tongue in his mouth and kissing him deep and long. I reached down and fumbled with his zipper. I didn't know how much time we would have. He opened my blouse and began to suck on my nipples, which by this time were extremely sensitive. With his cock out of his pants, I reached back and grabbed his balls and brought him to me. He pulled aside my panties and because I was so wet slid right in my pussy. I simply moaned and thrust back at him still kissing him. We stood against the wall for a minute kissing and thrusting at each other, then he withdrew his cock. I knew he hadn't cum. He lifted my skirt, pulled down my panties and began to lick my pussy. I was drenched. I didn't think this would be a good idea. His wife could easily find out. After a few licks I pulled away and sat on my desk. I spread my legs, looked at him, and licked my lips like I did at the restaurant. He came to me immediately and again entered me. I wrapped my nylon clad legs around him and fucked him for all that I was worth. I came, I had been primed all day. And then he exploded inside me. I could feel him spurt inside my pussy. Since it was my office, there was nothing to clean up with so I licked his shaft and then dried him with my panties. I also touched up my pussy since my cream and his cum was oozing out. I was about to put them back on, no place else for them to go, and he grabbed them and stuffed them in his pocket.
I went home that night. I passed my husband on the way out. He is working the graveyard shift and currently doing double shifts. As soon as I got home I went to the bedroom. I took off my blouse and my skirt and laid back on the bed. I reached for my drenched pussy and began to finger myself to another orgasm. With one hand I played with my pussy and with the other pinched and caressed my nipples.
Now that I've written this I'm not sure that I should send it. I've said too much, but your note seemed nice. I'm not a whore, its just that some times I, well, . . . I’m sitting here debating sending this email. And, if I send it would you do something for me? Would you masturbate for me, or when you make love to your wife, think of me? Maybe it's the loneliness. . . Anyway here goes.
Bonnie
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Bonnie,
I’m sorry you feel lonely. You seem so sweet! And, guess what? I did what you asked me to do. By myself. (My wife's away this weekend.) I'd be interested asking you some more questions, if you wouldn’t mind.
Phil
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Dear Phil,
What would you like to know? And what did you do? Please tell me EXACTLY! If I'm going to share a major part of my life you can tell me what you did. I know this is brazen, but what would you do to me since your wife is away? How would you like me to be? I can be sweet, but I can also be a little on the vicious side. Right now you're making me horny. I'm sitting here, frustrated, hot and horny. Will you help me tonight? I have on a shirt that I've tied at the bottom and a pair of jogging shorts. I'm getting ready to paint my toe nails and finger nails. I can just imagine wrapping my red nails stroking up and down your manhood. Maybe you would let me make you cum with my feet. Ever done that?
Bonnie
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Dear Bonnie,
Your story about doing the husband in your office while his wife was looking at cars made me so horny! I quickly went to our bedroom, pulled my pants around my ankles, and beat off, thinking about you doing it with that guy. When I shot my load, I took my jockey shorts off (blue) and used them to wipe the cum off my dick and stomach. (Is that detailed enough? ;-) )
I think lots of different kinds of women are sexy, but a woman dressed professionally, doing a hard day's work, is a very sexy sight. Whenever I see a woman like that, I always imagine if she has really sexy thoughts (I know I often get horny at work, and especially at conferences), and if she'd want to "do it" if she knew how much I wanted her. The problem is, you almost never know who's like that and who's not.
I hope you don't mind my telling you all this, but I really wish you were here right now. I'm having a hard weekend. My wife is away with the kids, visiting relatives, and I‘m *dying* to fuck another woman right now. I feel bad for wanting other women so much. I mean, I really do have a great wife. She just isn't into sex as much as I am. And it's just so hard to be monogamous over many years. Loving only her isn't the same as only wanting to sleep with her.
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