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**Confessions of a Wife**

It was more of the British English changed at some point in time to sound more aristocratic. The Boston accent evolved to include that change. The southern dialect intentional avoided that change to distinguish itself from the Yankees.
 
My urber came second and I made my way into the Uber. About 4 mins into a 27 min journey I took out my phone and drafted a text. Just a simple..."hi".



I deleted this text and rewrite it 3 times. To my mysterious man of the night. Now I was 13 mins into my journey. My husband was at home. Waiting for me.



I was sitting in the back if an Uber going back to him. Where I belonged. My heart was beating fast, my virgina was wet.



I created the text again and sent it.



I instantly regretted it. I got nothing back. I kept checking my phone. My heart sank as the Uber pulled into my street.



I thanked the driver and thought it's for the best that I didn't get a text back. Everything happens for A reason I told myself.



As I walked towards my front door I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.



It was him asking if this was who he thought it was.





It was 23:56. The street was quiet. I walked around the corner and texted back.



"Depends on how how many women you gave your number to tonight" I wrote back.



He asked where I was and I told him near my house.



He said he would pick me up. My heart beated faster as I gave him the address if a supermarket not far from me. He said he would be there in 20 mins.



As I made my way to the supermarket, I texted my husband that I was going to my friends house for a drink or 2 and will be home later.



He replied telling me to have fun and he will wait up. He had just put in a movie.



I got to the supermarket and waited.



"im here " the text read. *white range rover reg xxxxxx by pick up and collect sign "



As I walked towards him, I couldn't believe what I was doing.



I climbed in. To be greeted with a warm smile from him.



"You have been drinking, you shouldn't be driving", I said.



"Just a couple with food" he replied.



We drove away and we chatted away for about 20 mins . He pulled into a dead end street and parked up.



We spoke a little and he reached out to stroke my arm. It felt amazing. I was melting as he ran his hand up my arm, across my shoulder blade and to the back of my neck. He pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek, then my neck then turned my face and kissed my lips. It was a slow, soft kiss, I kissed him back.



It lasted for about 10 seconds. I stopped him.



"What's wrong", he asked.



"I haven't kissed anyone but my husband since I got married."



He said nothing and started kissing my neck, I closed my eyes. He put his right hand on my hip and started moving it up my body until he got to my left breast. He started to fondle my breast, all the time still kissing my neck.



He moved his left hand to the back of my head and put his fingers into my hair. He gave it a sharp pull, forcing me to tilt my head upwards. He breathing got heavier as he started to grope my breasts, moving from one to the other.



"Fucking big tits..." He mumbled.





He moved his hand up my chest to my throat and gave it a squeeze with his right hand as he turned my head towards him with his left hand.



He started to kiss me, hard. The softness was gone. He kissed me like he needed me. I hadn't had that passion for so long.



He squeezed on my throat harder as he put his tongue in my mouth. He then squeezed my tits hard, his hand moving all around my body. He then held me by the throat and whispered into my ear ..



"Do you give good head?"



I said nothing as I was a little frozen. But I was in a I'd never been before. This charming man had turned into a beast who just had to toy with my body.



Honestly, I dont think I'd ever been wetter than I was right there in his car.



He let go if my throat and with his left hand he pulled in my hair again, tilting my head upwards



"How well do you suck cock? " He whispered.



I said nothing, I couldn't. I heard the unfastening of his belt buckle and then his zip. ....





( To be continued ☺️)
 
Malbec_Girl said:
My urber came second and I made my way into the Uber. About 4 mins into a 27 min journey I took out my phone and drafted a text. Just a simple..."hi".



I deleted this text and rewrite it 3 times. To my mysterious man of the night. Now I was 13 mins into my journey. My husband was at home. Waiting for me.



I was sitting in the back if an Uber going back to him. Where I belonged. My heart was beating fast, my virgina was wet.



I created the text again and sent it.



I instantly regretted it. I got nothing back. I kept checking my phone. My heart sank as the Uber pulled into my street.



I thanked the driver and thought it's for the best that I didn't get a text back. Everything happens for A reason I told myself.



As I walked towards my front door I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.



It was him asking if this was who he thought it was.





It was 23:56. The street was quiet. I walked around the corner and texted back.



"Depends on how how many women you gave your number to tonight" I wrote back.



He asked where I was and I told him near my house.



He said he would pick me up. My heart beated faster as I gave him the address if a supermarket not far from me. He said he would be there in 20 mins.



As I made my way to the supermarket, I texted my husband that I was going to my friends house for a drink or 2 and will be home later.



He replied telling me to have fun and he will wait up. He had just put in a movie.



I got to the supermarket and waited.



"im here " the text read. *white range rover reg xxxxxx by pick up and collect sign "



As I walked towards him, I couldn't believe what I was doing.



I climbed in. To be greeted with a warm smile from him.



"You have been drinking, you shouldn't be driving", I said.



"Just a couple with food" he replied.



We drove away and we chatted away for about 20 mins . He pulled into a dead end street and parked up.



We spoke a little and he reached out to stroke my arm. It felt amazing. I was melting as he ran his hand up my arm, across my shoulder blade and to the back of my neck. He pulled me towards him and kissed my cheek, then my neck then turned my face and kissed my lips. It was a slow, soft kiss, I kissed him back.



It lasted for about 10 seconds. I stopped him.



"What's wrong", he asked.



"I haven't kissed anyone but my husband since I got married."



He said nothing and started kissing my neck, I closed my eyes. He put his right hand on my hip and started moving it up my body until he got to my left breast. He started to fondle my breast, all the time still kissing my neck.



He moved his left hand to the back of my head and put his fingers into my hair. He gave it a sharp pull, forcing me to tilt my head upwards. He breathing got heavier as he started to grope my breasts, moving from one to the other.



"Fucking big tits..." He mumbled.





He moved his hand up my chest to my throat and gave it a squeeze with his right hand as he turned my head towards him with his left hand.



He started to kiss me, hard. The softness was gone. He kissed me like he needed me. I hadn't had that passion for so long.



He squeezed on my throat harder as he put his tongue in my mouth. He then squeezed my tits hard, his hand moving all around my body. He then held me by the throat and whispered into my ear ..



"Do you give good head?"



I said nothing as I was a little frozen. But I was in a I'd never been before. This charming man had turned into a beast who just had to toy with my body.



Honestly, I dont think I'd ever been wetter than I was right there in his car.



He let go if my throat and with his left hand he pulled in my hair again, tilting my head upwards



"How well do you suck cock? " He whispered.



I said nothing, I couldn't. I heard the unfastening of his belt buckle and then his zip. ....





( To be continued ☺️)
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Can't wait for more!🫠
 
Malbec_Girl said:
Ok, I won't lie, I took this yesterday and when a photo comes out well...it's rare for me...so here
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Gorgeous MG, your husband doesn’t realize how lucky he is. Very hard to imagine any of your photos coming about bad. Thank you for sharing and hope you’re feeling better 😁
 
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