The email notification popped up on my screen with a subtle ping, pulling me out of the haze of my work as I sat alone in my hotel room. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her name—Kya. I’d been waiting for this, dreading it, craving it. Her previous email detailed how she had fucked him despite promising me she wouldn't have sex with him while I was gone. Not only that, but she had let him take her anal virginity. My fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment, sweat already prickling at the back of my neck. I clicked it open, and there it was, laid out in vivid, unforgiving detail. Kya’s words stared back at me, bold and unapologetic, and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
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This morning I woke up with Dan’s arm around me and his erection nestled in the crack of my ass.
The room seemed to shrink around me as I read. My pulse quickened, my throat drying out as her words painted a picture I couldn’t unsee. Her body tangled with his, the heat of his erection pressed against her, the way her panties clung to her pussy as she rolled over. My chest tightened, and I couldn’t decide if it was jealousy or arousal that was making it hard to breathe. Maybe it was both.
She wrote about his hands, his fingers teasingly close to her crotch, and how her body tensed, her nipples hardening as she tried to stay still. I could almost see it—her breath hitching, her clit throbbing with need.
I became very aware of the tension in my pussy and, when I rolled over, my panties clung to the lips between my legs. As I readjusted to lie on my back, Dan's hands came to rest int he convex of my hip, his long fingers pointed right at my crotch, but teasingly not touching. My body tensed and my nipples hardened, but I remained absolutely still and attempted to slow my breathing. My clit began to throb.
My own body betrayed me, a heat pooling in my groin as I imagined her lying there, desperate and wanting. I hated and loved that I could picture it so clearly, hated and loved that it turned me on.
When she described rolling over to face him, wrapping her arm around him, and feeling his knee press against her pussy, I had to stop reading for a moment.
Unable to lie still any longer, I rolled again so that I was lying on my left side, face to face with Dan, and wrapped an arm around him. I haltingly stroked his back and he buried his face in my hair. I draped a leg around his torso and he brought his knee up to press firmly against my pussy.
My hand clenched into a fist on the desk, my jaw tight. She’d promised to tell me everything, every detail, and she wasn’t holding back. I hated and loved that she was keeping her promise.
I kept reading, my eyes scanning the words faster now, devouring every word. When she wrote about kissing him, her hands roaming over his body, my stomach twisted. I could almost feel the heat of his erection against her thigh, the way her fingers trailed down his back, over his ass.
I pressed my lips against his. He kissed me back, keeping his eyes closed, and ran his hand up my torso to wrap it around my breast. His touch was firm, yet not too firm. I snaked my arm around his back and pressed my fingers into his muscles, massaging slowly downward to the small of his back. I felt his erection return, the heat of it obvious on my thigh. I ran my hand down his back, over his ass, and back up his boxers to touch his skin. He continued running his hand up and down my side, over my hip, and up to my breast.
Then he rose up on one arm and put his mouth over mine. My hands forgot what they were doing and rose to cling at the back of his neck as he slipped on top of me and between my legs. When we broke, I suddenly wanted him more than before.
My own body was reacting, my cock hardening as I read about her sliding off his boxers, bringing the tip of his penis to her entrance, and wrapping her legs around him.
I ran my hands down his body and under the band of his boxers, grabbed his dick, and held it against his body as I slid off his underwear. Then I pulled aside my panties and brought the tip of his penis to the entrance of my pussy and wrapped my legs around him, drawing him to penetrate me. When he pushed his cock deep inside me, my body shuddered with pleasure and I moaned uncontrollably.
The words hit me like a punch to the gut. I could hear her moan in my head, that deep, uncontrollable sound she made when she was lost in pleasure. But it wasn’t me making her feel that way. It was Dan. My throat tightened, and I kept reading, my heart hammering my ribs.
When she described pushing him away, I felt a flicker of confusion, but it was short-lived. She turned over, hands and knees, and he grabbed her hips, thrusting into her hard and fast.
Despite the immense pleasure, I felt something was off, so I pushed him away. He sat on his knees and slid off my panties. I rose to my elbows and looked at him quizzically when he didn't resume the position and he mimed a "turn around" signal with his finger. Grinning slightly, I turned over and positioned myself on my hands and knees. Dan grabbed my hips and pushed his amazing cock inside me, again, causing waves of pleasure to course through my body.
My breath came in shallow gasps as she described the waves of pleasure, the way he fucked her until she felt used and helpless. I could almost feel the bed shaking, hear her screams as he pounded into her. My hand was gripping the edge of the desk now, my knuckles white.
And then he came, collapsing on top of her, and she rolled away, her body hot and sweaty.
He started off slowly yet steadily, then gradually accelerated until he was fucking me so hard it felt like his body was spanking my ass and the line between pain and pleasure was muddled. I screamed, feeling used and helpless, and he fucked me even harder. When he came he called out wordlessly and collapsed on my back. Feeling used and slightly abashed, I rolled out from underneath him and rested my hot, sweaty body.
The email ended there, but the images stayed burned into my mind. I leaned back in my chair, my heart racing, my cock straining against my pants. I hated this. I hated how much it turned me on. I hated that she’d been with him, that she’d let him fuck her like that. But most of all, I hated that she’d told me everything, just like I’d asked. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, jealousy, arousal. I wanted to scream at her, to tell her how much it hurt, but at the same time, I couldn’t stop thinking about what she’d described. My hand moved to my cock, touching myself over my pants, and I felt embarrassed for myself for it.
I leaned back in my chair, my breath coming in short, shallow bursts. My cock was fully hard now, straining against the fabric of my pants, and I couldn’t ignore it any longer. I reached down, my hand trembling as I unzipped my fly and freed myself. My mind raced with images of her and Dan, of the way she’d described his touch, his cock, the way he’d made her feel.
I stroked myself slowly, my grip tight, as I imagined her lying beneath him, her legs wrapped around his waist. My hand moved faster, my thumb brushing over the tip of my cock, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan. I hated this—hated that I was getting off on the thought of my wife with another man—but I couldn’t stop. The images were too vivid, too intoxicating.
My breath hitched as I thought about her on her hands and knees, Dan’s hands gripping her hips as he thrust into her from behind. I could almost hear the slap of skin against skin, the way she’d screamed as he fucked her harder and harder. My hand moved faster, my breathing ragged, and I could feel the pressure building in my groin.
I came with a shudder, my body tensing as I came on the floor in front of my chair. My breath came in ragged gasps, and I leaned back in my chair, my heart still pounding. I felt empty, drained, but the thoughts were still there, swirling in my mind like a storm.
What was I supposed to do now? How was I supposed to face her when I got home? I couldn’t pretend this hadn’t happened, couldn’t ignore the way it had affected me. But at the same time, I didn’t know if I could confront her about it. Would it make things worse? Was I overreacting? Maybe it was all my fault and I had been controlling by asking her to abstain while I was gone.
Suddenly I remembered her first email…
P.S. since we had broken the seal, we had sex two more times this weekend. I will send you those emails shortly. I love you!
"Two more times"…I still had another email to look forward to.
P.S. The quotes are her real email to me verbatim. I would love to share the third email if you guys would like.