Why Write? SeXStoRY

She is not my wife, she is my friend - and so much more. One day, when we finally get to fuck each other it will have to be the dirtiest skankiest sexual episode that each other has ever had. The preamble has been building for years. The no holds barred communication has pushed our thoughts and dreams to new levels we never really experienced. So when we do fuck and suck and probe and tease and bite and drink each other up, well I can only hope we meet each others expectations. Luckily both having a sense of humour should allow us to work through any post coitus awkwardness. We work together although different departments and we hardly ever see each other but text frequently. There have been many stories written in the past and this, though not really a story is again written with her encouragement and mostly for her, but please enjoy and comment. I do blame her, it really is all her fault, had I not met her I would no doubt still be happy in my non sexual marriage not having a clue that my body wanted and demanded more and more attention. What can I say? Not a prude by any means I certainly didn't know what I had inside of me until she started to coyly tempt me to think differently, to think dirty. Not really her fault I suppose, she has just been the catalyst to looking at myself more honestly, so I must thank her for being the dirty cum slut she is. Her love of stuffing large cocks in her mouth, pussy and ass spurns me on. Her love of squirting jets of juice out her cunt hole or sticking her toes hard into someones mouth intrigues me. Her desire to strap on a cock and fuck a guy or girl with it, well that just gets me hard thinking of being on the receiving end. Almost ten years ago, she showed me her new belly button piercing and that probably started me off down my path. No boy scout before but that little act of lifting her shirt, clandestine in a room full of others but clearly just for my eyes had I think its desired effect. Grown man with lots of authority to use and project was buckling at the knees. I just didn't expect it but I remember it like yesterday. That led to a couple of emails and very soon we were off to the races. Her comment to me in one short text let me know that she loved to suck cock and in fact believed it was her rightful place to be on her knees with lips wrapped around a cock, any cock. She was born for it. k**s, marriages, life, have challenged our ability to communicate but we persevere knowing in the long run, we both get something out of our unique relationship. And Iphones and blackberry's have just made our communications quicker and dirtier and almost convenient. Last night texts included, her admission of being a slut and that 'I have my hair up in a ponytail i could tickle ur ass with it' and 'We can video it squirting all over ur face' Hands up for those who would get hard or wet reading that while watching a k**s hockey or baseball game? So I am wanting to write more stories for her and myself and challenge my mind, my limits, my adventures, my dreams and of course hers as well!