Her Very Dirty Pen Pal - Part 2 (Patreon)

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"That was...that was incredible, Mariana," Matt said as he looked up at her with a hazy, post-orgasmic smile on his face. "I don't know what I did to deserve that, but it was out of this world."

Mariana matched her husband's smile - she too had enjoyed an orgasm - and leaned down to kiss him as his still-stiff cock remained inside her. She could feel a little of his cum beginning to leak out, but she felt no urgency to climb off of him. "Believe me, it was my pleasure," she said softly. "And you don't need to do anything to deserve what we just did. You're my husband, and I love you."

That was true. Mariana did love her husband. It was also true that she'd been engaging in a form of infidelity by writing exceptionally filthy letters to Diego, the man she'd met online. They'd never met in person - she hadn't even seen a picture of him - but the things she wrote to him were expressions of intense sexual desire for another man. So really, what Matt had done to earn the sex they'd just had - sex that included Mariana dressing in a brand new piece of lingerie, giving him a long blowjob, and then climbing on top for a slow ride on his cock - was be the unwilling victim of non-physical infidelity.

"I love you too," Matt said as he ran his hands up the back of her bodysuit and smiled. "This lingerie is really hot, and I feel like I haven't seen it before. Is it new?"

Mariana nodded. "I thought you might enjoy something new for tonight." That was true. It was also true that her guilt had inspired the purchase, at least to a certain degree. That guilt had gotten just a little bit worse as she'd shopped, too, as Mariana had thought of Diego while in the fitting room.

She'd looked at herself in the mirror and imagined her pen pal's strong hands on her body as he kissed her neck. She'd imagined Diegos reaction to how she looked before she'd imagined her husband's reaction, all of which had deepened her guilt, though it had also left her rather wet, so much so that she had to buy the lingerie because she'd soaked the gusset. Thankfully, she loved the way it looked.

Mariana had briefly considered taking a selfie - one without her face - and sending it to Diego. She'd dismissed the notion after just a few moments of consideration, but the idea had provided a rush of desire that only made her pussy wetter.

As more cum began to leak out of her, Mariana lifted her pussy off of Matt's cock and rolled onto her back. She grabbed his underwear to soak up the rest of the mess and he rolled onto his side, nuzzled into her neck, and offered a handful of soft kisses that sent lovely waves of pleasure through her body.

"I love you, Mariana," he said.

"I love you too, Matt," she replied with a smile. It had been good sex. She had cum. She'd cum quite hard, in fact. After all, Matt was good-looking and in good shape. He wasn't the kind of man that women cheated on, which was probably why Mariana had never really felt any desire to cheat in real life. She simply enjoyed the fantasy with Diego.

Matt ran his fingers over the delicate lace of her bodysuit and Mariana smiled as she stared up at the ceiling. Her husband's touch was gentle - it always had been - and that was a big part of his appeal as a man to spend the rest of her life with. Her desire for Diego - for the stories they told each other - was in part because he didn't write himself as a man that would always be gentle. He wrote himself as a man that would sometimes take charge, that would sometimes fuck her aggressively, taking her from behind and pounding her in a way that Matt never really had.

Mariana had only had sex like that a few times in her life - and not since she'd gotten married - so she wasn't sure how much she'd actually enjoy it, but she'd certainly cum numerous times while fantasizing about Diego fucking her that way.

Those thoughts danced through Mariana's mind as she and Matt cuddled in bed and savored their mutual post-orgasmic pleasure. Eventually, though, they decoupled and he headed for the living room to catch Thursday Night Football. Mariana stayed in her lingerie - she felt exceptionally sexy in it – and headed to the kitchen and poured herself another glass of wine. She gave her husband a soft kiss as he tuned into the game and headed back to the bedroom.

Mariana set her wine glass on the nightstand and pulled out her laptop. She needed to write to Diego, to express her desire for him. She needed to get all the dirty thoughts out of her head and into a message.

My Dearest Diego,

I'm in bed. I'm wearing a black lace bodysuit I bought just a few days ago. I just had sex - good sex - with my husband. To be honest with you, I've been feeling a little guilty about what we're doing and I wanted to make him feel good, to satisfy him in a way he won't soon forget to try and wash away some of that guilt.

It was good sex, for both of us, actually. I hope you don't mind me saying that. He loved the lingerie. He loved the blowjob I gave him. He loved that I rode his cock nice and slow until he came inside me. I had a good orgasm, too. A really good orgasm.

I'm not writing to tell you that I had sex with my husband, though. Instead, I'm writing to tell you that even when I was working to wash away the guilt I felt about messaging you and fantasizing about you, I still thought of you.

It started while I was lingerie shopping. I put on this bodysuit and looked at myself in the mirror and I pictured you in the fitting room with me. I pictured your strong hands on my body. I could practically feel your touching my breasts through the delicate, thin lace. My nipples got hard as I stood there and looked in the mirror while that fantasy played out in my head.

If you were actually there with me, Diego, I wouldn't have been able to resist you. Being touched wouldn't have been enough. Your lips on my neck - or even on my lips - wouldn't have been enough. I would have needed more. I would have craved it so deeply I wouldn't have been able to resist getting on my knees for you.

I would have done it, Diego. I would have gotten on my knees right there in the fitting room. I've never done anything like that in my life, but I would have done it for you. I would have unzipped your pants, pulled out your glorious cock, and sucked on it until you were hard for me. I would have given you such incredible pleasure. I would have done everything in my power to make you feel good.

I would have offered you my pussy, too. I would have had you sit on the bench with your stiff cock pointing towards the ceiling. I would have sat on you in reverse cowgirl so we could both look in the mirror and see the pleasure on our faces as I milked your cock with my tight, married pussy in the fitting room. I would have ridden you until you came inside me, and then I would have pulled the lace back over my pussy and let your cum soak into it. I would have worn it for my husband without washing it, too. I would have worn the lingerie you fucked his wife in without washing it because that would have been such a turn on.

Mariana took a deep breath and closed her eyes as a torrent of arousal washed over her. She could still feel Matt's cum leaking out of her pussy and yet she'd lost herself in her desire to be so filthy, so slutty with a man she wasn't married to, a man she'd never met.

Mariana reached for her wine and took a sip as she re-read what she'd written. She smiled at her seeming need to be overwhelmed with desire, and to surrender to it, to do the naughty thing and give Diego her mouth and pussy in a fitting room, and to do so while she was supposed to be buying lingerie for her husband.

I almost took a picture for you. In the fitting room, I mean. I almost took a selfie in the mirror to show you the lingerie. I didn't - I don't know if that would be wise - but I thought about it. It felt so naughty to be thinking of another man while buying lingerie for my husband that I wanted to pursue that feeling. I wanted to push a little harder.

Can I confess something else? I gave my husband a blowjob tonight. A long blowjob, in fact. I took my time because I wanted to make him feel exceptionally good. I had trouble staying focused while I had him in my mouth, though. I didn't want to think of you, but there were times when I couldn't help myself.

At one point I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed. He had the look on his face that every woman wants to see. The look that told me I was doing a very good job. When I saw that look, I thought of you. I thought of being in your bed, Diego. I thought of wearing this lingerie for you. I thought of being between your legs. I thought of having your cock in my mouth. I thought of pleasuring you instead of my husband.

As those thoughts entered my head, the blowjob I was giving my husband changed. I felt a reinvigorated kind of passion. I felt a desire to do anything and everything in my power to make him feel good. I took more of him in my mouth. I sucked a little harder. I used my hands to play with his shaft and balls. I moaned a little louder while blowing him.

I did all of that because I was thinking of you. I was thinking of worshiping your cock, Diego. That was the word that came to mind as I thought about it. I wanted to be between your legs and worshiping your cock. I wanted to offer you my mouth to make you feel better than any woman had ever made you feel. I wanted to show you how desperate I was to satisfy you, to be the source of your pleasure.

Because of that, I was wetter when I finally took my husband inside me. So wet that he commented on it. I told him it was because I wanted him so badly. I lied, though. I felt bad about that, but I couldn't tell him the truth. I couldn't tell him that I was thinking about you, that I was thinking about straddling you, taking your cock into my pussy, and riding you until you'd cum inside me.

I just had an orgasm with my husband, Diego, but I'm turned on again. Thinking of you - and writing you this message - has me soaked again. Completely and utterly soaked with desire. I want you. I want to worship your cock. I want to give you my pussy and make you cum inside me. I want all of that. I know I can't have it, but that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about it, from wanting it more than anything.

I'm going to masturbate now. I'm going to do it while thinking of you. I'm going to masturbate while thinking of another man as my husband sits just a few rooms away.

I hope you have a good night, Diego. I hope you fantasize about me. I hope you think of me worshiping your cock and giving you my pussy for your pleasure.

Mariana

She closed her laptop, set it aside, and reached under the covers. Mariana pulled aside the delicate lace covering her pussy and pushed two fingers inside her while rubbing her clit. She closed her eyes and pictured wearing the lace bodysuit for Diego. She pictured worshiping his cock and riding him. She pictured giving him everything, and she had a massively powerful orgasm while doing so. She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning loud enough to alert Matt to what she was doing.

Afterwards, Mariana felt a little guilty because the orgasm she'd had while fantasizing about Diego was better than the one she'd had with Matt. The guilt drifted away, though, as Mariana instead chose to focus on her pursuit of more pleasure, especially since she was more than happy to continue tending to Matt's needs, and she suspected he'd be quite happy too.

Mariana shut her laptop down and slid it back into the nightstand drawer. She sipped her wine and smiled at the thought of receiving a new message from Diego in the morning. She knew she'd read it first thing in the morning and that she'd almost certainly masturbate to it while Matt showered. She'd have a great orgasm, too, and there was no better way to start her day.