The Assignation

[a_libertine]

This thread is closed for Wildeyedone

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This thread is something of an homage to Joyce Carol Oates and her short story of the same name. Read the short story, it is one of my favorites and had a major influence on me. Al

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I sat at my computer in the basement of my house, my wife and three kids upstairs asleep, and have been for a couple hours. I stopped by an alternative lifestyle website and was reading threads and conversing with a couple of people when I saw an ad that while the ad itself wasn't all that original, the profile photo of the poster caught my eye. It was a full tit with a nice nipple surrounded by a near cherry red areola.

The ad read:

Seeking Intelligent, Safe, Sane and Discreet

Five ft 5, Brown Hair, Brown eyes, Fit but curvy

I am married and I have no intention of leaving my life. I have many obligations and I intend to keep them.

But I have been given the gift of a week long "Girls Vacation"

I have no intention to spend it with my girlfriends.

I am looking for a married, dominant man for a no strings week of being sexually dominated.

Would love to chat and see if you are that man.​

I paused, considering how to respond for a while and knew with each moment her inbox was getting flooded with responses. How could it not?

Finally I decided on:

Sounds as if you have as much to lose if you are caught as I would. While my wife would forgive me for an indiscretion, my career would suffer from any public revelation of my proclivities.

I would assume one of two things: That is not your breast in the profile photo, or if it is, it has been long enough since your spouse has seen it, he may not immediately recognize it if he did.

I have a business trip at the end of the month, the destination I will reveal if we agree to meet. It is for two weeks actually and in a very desirable adult vacation spot.

If you are interested, PM me back. If not, delete me with the ogres that have PM'ed you.


​

I read it a couple times making sure that it wasn't too assholish and hit send.

 

[wideeyedone]

All through my run, I thought about the ad I had placed on FetLife. Jake had given me a week's vacation to go with some girlfriends for Mother's Day. But I had no interest in listening to any more conversations about potty training or scrap booking or whether or not kids should eat gluten.

I picked up my stride and hoped that there would be a good reply. I needed this. I had to find a way to escape for a little while, to find myself again.

At night in bed, all I could think about was when I had been fucking one of my professors in college. He was dominant and taught me how I liked to be fucked. Missionary with ESPN on in the background wasn't getting it done for me. It just made me hungrier.

I came home breathless and sweaty. The recent rains had made the Dallas air humid and thick.

I poured myself a glass of water and opened my laptop. I put my browser in incognito mode and checked my account.

There were several idiot replies. A few responses from men that were too close. But there was one that seemed perfect.

I answered.


I do have a lot to lose. But my husband wouldn't recognize my breast. He has seen me naked recently, but he isn't paying attention. I don't fault him. I just need more. Or some more for a little while. Maybe we can fill some needs for each other.

Andi

 

[a_libertine]

I woke in the morning and checked the pm box and saw nothing. After the morning rituals I drove to work and my personal phone vibrated. Picking it up I saw her PM response, which left me somewhat confused. I mean who fuck with ESPN on?

I thought about it during the commute and in the parking garage I replied:

Hi Andi,

I am happy to see your response to my pm; and thank you for it. I look forward to getting to know you and seeing if our proclivities are matching enough that we decide to meet at the end of May.

A little about me. I am very keen that my fucktoy be very discreet and have as much as I to lose if our relationship is discovered. I am also very cautious regarding with whom I play.

Disease and drug free are absolute musts. Other than alcohol that is.

I will send you a shoulder to knee photo of myself upon receipt of a similar photo of you. I will be in the same state of dress as you send me; meaning if you are clothed I will be as well. If you are naked I will reciprocate in kind.

You will not see my face or learn my name until a pint I'm time I decide. After we meet.

Sending me the aforementioned photo is proof enough that the basic agreement is acceptable.

​

 

[wideeyedone]

Andi's heart thundered as she read his message. He seemed well spoken and discreet. He wanted a photo. She had a little time before she had to pick up her youngest from her play group.

She dashed up the stairs and took a shower. She washed away the sweat from her run. She brushed out her wet auburn hair and then braided it into a long single braid. She got her phone and took several shots of herself. She hated them all. She deleted them.

She left the harsh light of the bathroom and instead opened the blinds in her upstairs bedroom. She stood in front of her mirror. She parted her legs just a little bit, flexing her legs just a bit, she turned her hips just a bit. She liked the picture better.

Her braid showed and she liked her hair. Her body looked pretty good.

She dressed in a pair of jeans and cute button down. She padded down the stairs and uploaded the pics.

She messaged her pic to him with this message.


I hope you enjoy the picture. I think we might be well suited for each other. I am drug and disease free. I have a glass of wine on Friday nights and a whiskey sour or two when I am out on the town, not that that happens often.

 

[a_libertine]

I was sitting at my desk looking over a brief for a case that was going to be tried in Caddo Oklahoma and it was particularly nasty. The detective that caught the case was sitting across the desk answering the hundred questions I had. The local district attorney asked for my input and advice to which I readily agreed.

we heard my phone chirp with an oncoming email and the detective asked if I needed to answer it. I shook my head, "No, let's continue this and finish up."

A couple hours later I had finished and had torn the case file apart and rearranged it in a manner that flowed better for evidentiary procedures. Handing it back, "Tell Mister Chapman that if he wou.d like I can come out and sit second chair with him. "

He nodded and left with, "yes, sir, I bet he will. Mister Chapman don't like this sort of thing."

I showed him out and went back to my phone and looked at the email then the PM. To say And I was delicious looking was an understatement. He skin glowed a warm pink probably from a hot shower just previous to the photo being taken. She was no girl, but all woman. She had lovely swells and curves of a mother, truly a MILF, at least in my opinion. Her tits were full and heavy and for more than a minute te I wondered what it would have been like to suckle her while she was heavy with milk.

Her hair was a lttle redder than a pure brown, and it was tied up in a braid that fell just about to her nipple, so unbound it might well reach to the middle of her back.

Then I turned my attention to the bedroom. It was well appointed from what I could see and tastefully decorated. Not too unlike my own, I thought. Suddenly I was excited to meet this woman. She was real now; and apparently needy. Needy for what I could bring to her sexually.

For a nanosecond I wondered if she would be interested in something a little more than a one and done. Rejecting that as grossly premature I typed out a quick pm to her:

Thank you for the photo. You are quite lovely, and I look forward to getting to know you better and finding out if we can make an Assignation work out.

I am at work but I will send you a photo once I get home.
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The rest of the day flew and I left work later than usual. My wife and kids had eaten by the time I got home and after the nightly ritual of everyone telling me about their day, and me lying about mine, we tucked the kids in. Cathy, my wife ran a hot bath for herself and soaked in it. That gave me an opportunity to strip inn the downstairs bathroom for my return photo.

I looked in the mirror and sighed heavily at the man before me. He wasn't fat, but a gut did protrude over my flaccid pecker. I grabbed it and stroked it a few times while looking at Andi's photo and blood quickly flowed in, and in moments I was half hard. Not wanting to be lurid, I took several photos and decided on a 3/4 angle photo which minimized my gut and maximized my cock.

I uploaded the photo and typed:

As promised. Tell me something you would not admit to your spouse.
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[wideeyedone]

Bedtime had been torture. After six stories, two drinks of water and three shots of monster spray under the bed, the kids were finally asleep. I was stressed and tired. Daniel, my husband, was asleep in front of Sports Center and then Baseball Tonight.

I got out my laptop and checked FL. He had messaged back! His picture was nice. He was trim and more than adequately equipped. Looking at his chest, made me think of resting my head there, as he held me under his arm.

Then I looked a little longer, and I could imagine myself on my knees, looking up at his cock. I peeked over and made sure Daniel was still sleeping and I messaged back.


Thank you for the picture. I could picture myself on my knees in front of you.
As for something that I couldn't tell my husband.... I never mind taking our kids to the pediatrician. Their doctor is always very flirty. He tells me how young and pretty I look. He notices what I wear and it is nice to be noticed. I would never go to his office unless I had my makeup on and my legs shaved. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful. Sometimes I think about going to see him after hours and finding out if he really means it or if he flirts with all the moms.

Andi

 

[a_libertine]

It was a holy fuck moment.

I was downstairs again working when my phone buzzed and read her PM. It was one of the series things I had ever read and my mouth flooded with saliva as at that moment I wanted nothing more to look down past my hard cock at her looking up at me with soft doe like eyes filled with desire and need.

Maybe she was worth the risk after all. They had barely started talking and she was offering to kneel before my cock. Speaking of said penis, he was certainly taking notice of what she said and was beginning to stand on end.

Andi,

It is easy to see why he would compliment you. You are very attractive, your body would be a delight to hold, and taste.

The thought of you kneeling before me is enticing and something to behold. I imagine your eyes full of desire and need as I stand before you, teasing you with words, hands, and feet.

Perhaps one day you will send me a photo of you on your knees looking up at me.

How do you spend your days? Do you work? Stay home with the kids?

​

I hit send just as I heard my wife call down that she was going to bed. I called up after her that I was on my way to go with her.

 

[wideeyedone]

The next day I went through my usual routine. Up before sunrise, breakfast and coffee made. Daniel was up and we had a quiet breakfast. Then, I awakened the kids and their was no more quiet. I got my oldest ready for kindergarten. I packed her lunch and healthy snack as she searched for her shoes.

I loaded her younger sister into the jogging stroller and walked her to school. After, she was settled into her classroom, I went running pushing the little one up and down the hills of our neighborhood. She enjoyed the run and she only threw about half of her cheerios at the squirrels and birds.

After my run, I scrambled her some eggs and while she was in her high chair I flipped open my lap top and checked my account.

His words gave me a tingle down my spine.

I have been at home since my kids were born. Sometimes I stand in my walk in closet and look at my suits, silk blouses and high heels and think about my old life. Not that I don't love my children, because I do. I am glad that I get to take care of them. I just miss dressing up and being noticed and sparring with colleagues and being recognized for doing a kick ass job.

As for another photo, I have one in mind. I will take it at naptime.

 

[a_libertine]

When my phone buzzes my first reaction was to grab it and look at what ever Andi sent. The problem was I was in the middle of a meeting with my boss explaining the upcoming trial in Caddo that probably would require my attention. He reluctantly agreed and after the meeting I looked at her message.

I contemplated my response for a moment then sent:

I do hope that you will dress for me similar to that yoy want to do for your pediatrician visits. Maybe even a little sexier.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with staying home with your children if that is what you choose to do; though, I can see where there would be a lack of stimulus day to day.

Perhaps at least periodically I can provide some stimulus to you, however remotely.

Tell me Andi, if I were to ask you to do something for me would you?
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I hit send and turned back to work, oddly happy as I whistled while writing a brief.

 

[wideeyedone]

Between loads of laundry, I checked my messages. I didn't reply right away. At naptime, I spent some time dolling myself up. I put on real makeup. I took my hair out its usual ponytail and styled it. I squeezed myself into a little black dress and then slid my feet into my tallest black heels. I hadn't dressed like this in years. The dress still fit. It was a little tighter in the bust, but that wasn't a bad thing. I used the timer on my digital camera to take a few photos.

Before I could regret it, I uploaded them to my computer and sent them to him, with a short message.

I hope you like the photos. And I think I would do what you ask. I got excited taking this photos for you. Hoping they would make you smile and make you hard.
Andi

I deleted them from the camera. I took off the dress and heels and put them away. I slithered into my slimmest jeans and a cute top. There was no reason I couldn't look cute when Daniel got home.

I kept refreshing my computer, hoping for a reply.

 

[a_libertine]

I was in the middle of a meeting when my phone vibrated with a PM from the mutual site. The meeting was terribly important having to deal with the upcoming trial in Caddo. A trip to Caddo was not high on my list of things to do. Ever.

But their suspect was a peculiar type of mangy mongrel, and he needs to be put down. I had to ensure that happened.

After the meeting I was no more than two steps down the hall before my phone was out and I was looking at Andi's photos. She was pretty. Not super model good looks but pretty. She would turn a head or two certainly mine. Her hair formed a beautiful frame drawing your attention to her bright eyes and full lips. Lips that would cradle a cock nicely.

Very pretty, Andi. It is easy to see why the doctor would flirt with you; and, I find myself envious of his frequent access to you.

Now as to the task, I would like for you to chew lightly on the right side of your lower lip when you read this and any time you think of me today.

Tonight let me know if you did it, and how it felt to do it for me.
​

 

[wideeyedone]

I blushed when I read his message. He liked my picture. And he asked me to bite my lip. This made me almost a little nervous, as it had always been my tell. When I was aroused or deep in thought, I often bit my lip lightly. My professor in college, or I suppose the professor I had slept with, was the first to point it out.


So, I did. I bit my lip when I reread his message and when I looked at his picture again. I bit it as I imagined being on my knees in a hotel room somewhere, looking up at his cock. I could close my eyes and imagine the ridges of his fingertips on my cheek and then his fingers tangled in my hair.

I had worked myself to fever pitch and I had no more privacy. Luckily another mom was doing pick up duty and I only had to be ready to answer the door, entertain the kiddos for a bit, and cook dinner.

When Daniel got home, he asked me why I had make-up on, but he didn't say that I looked good or anything. I told him that I just was trying to make more of an effort.

He kissed my cheek and told me that I looked just fine everyday. I felt myself almost flinch. Just fine.

After the dinner and the night time routines, Daniel settled in the den. I sat at the bar in the kitchen and got out my laptop.

I did as you asked.Biting my lip has always been my tell. But I bit it just lightly thinking of you, and I could picture myself on my knees in front of you in a hotel. And then your fingers on my face, telling me what a good girl I am for taking it hard. I could picture your fingers swiping away a tear streak from my eyes watering from a very intense face fuck. i could imagine your hands in my hair, directing me, soothing me, guiding me to where you wanted me next. it feels like every inch of my skin is awake and alive. I want to cum and cum hard. i really can't believe eI am saying all this. But that is what thinking of you today made me feel.

I minimized the page and opened my book and every few minutes, I checked for a response.

 

[a_libertine]

Holy shit, was all I could think for a couple minutes after reading Andi's reply. My cock was so hard that it tented my running shorts dangerously. There was no hiding this piece of wood. My wife was certain to see it.

Fuck maybe if she did she would fuck me tonight. Somehow I doubted it very much.

I snapped off a photo of my engorged member over the keyboard to my computer and attached it to a pm for Andi.

As lovely as you are, what you sent me tonight might be the most beautiful thing I have ever read. Attached is proof of how much I enjoyed it, and look forward to having you kneeling before me; mouth wide open.

I am glad I picked a natural mechanism for you to show me your. .. growing need and affection for me. I want you to continue chewing your lip when you read a PM, reply to a PM, or think about me. In addition to that, when you imagine me taking you, you are to press your thighs together in such a way it brings pressure to your, soon to be my (?), pussy.

Do you masturbate? Describe what you do when you do.
​

After hitting send I laced on some running shoes and headed out the door to a quizzical look from my spouse. I waved it off saying, "Getting a little too thick around the middle."

 

[wideeyedone]

I read his reply and I found myself a little misty-eyed, I didn't cry but it was moving to feel seen and understood. I read his message and pressed my thighs together, I imagined him bending me over the dresser in a hotel room, fucking me hard from behind.

I love the idea that I made you hard. I can't seem to stop thinking about you taking me. My newest iteration of the fantasy is you bending me over the dresser in a hotel room and fucking me hard from behind. your hands pin me down and I can't see your face. you slide right into me and I am so wet, without any foreplay.

I do masturbate. Sometimes, I use the shower head or the jets in my giant bath tub. I also use my fingers a lot, or when I am craving something a little rougher, I use my knuckles to rub against my clit, hard. I have a toys, but I don't use them often, my clit gets too sensitive.

I am going to go upstairs take a shower, and use the shower head against my clit. I am going to cum several times and I am going to think of you.


After dinner and bedtime, I went upstairs to take my shower. Dan was propped in bed with his laptop, and ESPN on. I told him I was hitting the shower and he smiled and told me not to use all the hot water.

I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror. I needed to up my miles. My stomach was still pretty flat, but not as tight as before kids. My boobs felt ridiculously full and less perky. I stopped looking in the mirror and turned on the water.

I got in and suds up. I rinsed and then pressed the detachable shower head against my clit. The pulsing water did its work and soon, i was shuddering and covering my mouth with my other hand. I wanted to make sure I wasn't heard. I climaxed three times. My legs shook and I leaned against the tile, shuddering. Thinking of him.

 

[a_libertine]

Okay clearly I am more out of shape than I thought. I barely made the first mile before I was huffing and puffing and doubted I would be able to run the entire way back. But I turned around and rumbled my way back.

As I arrived at my front porch I saw my wife standing out front and a serious cast to her face. "So are you going to explain?"

I was bent over hands on knees and looked up at her. "What are you asking about?"

She replied, "I saw your shopping list and you are running. Do you have a lover?"

I scowled at the question and replied, "Would it matter as long as I don't bring her here, or change your living allowance, or get her pregnant, or divorce you?"

I stood and approached her, "It isn't like you have wanted my attention for more than a year now. Right? Any dog needs to be pet once in a while, even mongrels like me."

She stared at me a few minutes and spat out, "You're disgusting. "

I nodded sadly, "Yeah you said so the last time we were naked together. I haven't forgotten. "

She sat down on the white slat porch swing and stared into space. After a couple minutes she asked, "How did we get here?"

I looked at her and replied, "II will assume that was rhetorical in nature. You damn well knew what my needs were when we married and we're okay with them until we had children, then suddenly I am disgusting. "

I walked onto the porch and stood next to the swing. "II told you way back if you didn't take care of my needs I would find someone who would. Perhaps at last I have. Perhaps not, but she is very promising. "

Gail looked up at me, "Do you trust her?"

I shrugged, "I don't know. She hasn't asked for any personally identifiable information yet, though in time it will happen."

I reached out and cupped Gail's chin and turned her to face me. "Maybe, just maybe, she can fill that void that you do not wish to fill. And perhaps amicably for all four of us."

She nodded a moment and tears were in her eyes, "You won't leave me?"

"Gail, you are the mother of my children, and for that I cannot thank you enough. But you are willfully not meeting my needs and they have to be met. Would you prefer I hide or be honest about it with you?"

She stood and said, "I have to think," and headed inside.

I waited a minute and followed. I showered, checked my phone and went to the basement to work.

When her PM came in I read it I smiled and for maybe the first and last time in my life I was jealous of a shower head.

Oooh, to be a shower head...

I trust the orgasm was nearly satisfying?

I already have an idea for our first time. And it will be in New Orleans. I will book an adjoining room for you that you will need to pay for to protect your girl's vacation cover story.

Let me know if this is acceptable.



​

 

[wideeyedone]

Dan was asleep when i got out of the shower. I closed his lap top and turned off the TV. I thought the orgasms would help take the edge off but it was like it made me even hungrier. I had tasted a little relief and it only made me want to pour it all out and completely let go.

I went down to the kitchen and turned on my tablet. I read his message.

Tell me when and where. I will be there. I haven't been to NOLA since my college days. I am so needy for release. I just came so hard my legs are shaking and I just want more.

I went to the living room and curled up on the couch with a blanket and tried to sleep.

 

[a_libertine]

I smiled at her response and considered what to say for a while, then wrote:

You poor dear, I understand and feel your need myself. It has been quite sometime since I have enjoyed the pleasures I think we will bring to each other.

I will book the reservation for you, and will let you know the location when you land in NOLA, unless you are driving, which I will tell you when you reach NOLA.

The hotel is near Bourbon street so you should be able to find some amusement while I am in my meetings.

I want you to continue chewing on your lip, and pressing your thighs together tomorrow. I also want you to add something when you are all alone. That is, I want you to pinch your left, gorgeous, nipple. Not hard, not soft, just enough to feel it.

The next time you masturbate, talk to me first, I will have instructions then.

Rusty
​

I hit send and looked up, and saw Gail standing there looking at me, her tears welling in her eyes. I sat back in my chair as she asked, "Were you talking to her?"

I nodded, "Not talking per se, but messaging her through a website where we met."

Gail leaned against the door jam, "I can't give you what you want Rusty, I just can't. I tried as long as I could. But every time you touch me, I remember the things I used to let you do, and I feel dirty, and I feel that everyone knows what you used to do to me at night."

I breathed a deep sigh, and replied, "Gail, you participated willingly up until the kids were born. I didn't talk you into it, I showed you once what I needed, and you joined in willingly."

I stood and walked around the desk to Gail and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, "Fundamentally, either you lied about who and what you are, or you changed a lot after the kids were born."

I pulled her in, her heavy breasts pressed against my chests as her head rest against my shoulder. "We can make this work, Gail. I am aware that you have all that you ever wanted, nice house, lovely kids, a husband with a good job."

I pushed her out to arms length, and said, "But I cannot just have the sex you like only. I have to get a release that sates my needs as well. I can get that from this woman, and she won't be part of our life."

I let go of her, "What you need to decide is if you are willing to let me go play, and come home and act like the husband you want between the play sessions which will keep me... level."

 

[wideeyedone]

I awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of a little one that needed a drink of water and to be soothed back to bed. When she was asleep I slipped into bed with Dan. I pressed my body against his, feeling the warmth of his skin.

I removed my nightgown and pressed my breasts to his back. He muttered in his sleep, and rolled away. I pressed in again.

"Andi, I am trying to sleep." He muttered. I knew he was half asleep but it still hurt my feelings. I found myself on the verge of tears. I rolled over to my side of the bed and tugged the quilt up around my shoulders.

It took a while but I fell asleep.

The next morning I checked for his message.

I will do as you ask. I am sort of having a hard morning. Rejection stings, even when I should be used to it by now. I would like to masturbate at this afternoon, I will have a little alone time at nap time. Please send instructions.
Andi

I cleared my history and jumped into my morning chores.

 

[a_libertine]

I read her reply after showering and returned with:

Good girl, I don't know what happened last night with your partner, but you can tell me and I will listen.

When you are masturbating, I want you to whisper, "He desires me as I am."

I want you to delay your orgasm as long as possible and when you do cum, ask for permission, and assume that you have it.

After, PM me with the details, and how it felt to do these for me.

Rusty.

​

 

[wideeyedone]

His words stayed with me as I worked through my morning. When naptime came, I went to my room and stripped off my clothes. I laid back on my bed.

"He desires me as I am." I whispered over and over. I was slowly seducing my body. Running my fingers over my bare skin, just barely touching. Then I twisted my nipples and tugged on them. I spread my thighs and began rubbing. Teasing until my clit was standing straight up. "He desires me as I am."

I rubbed my clit between my finger and thumb. "May I cum?" I whispered desperately. And I imagined him giving me permission. I came hard. I felt my thighs get wet with my desire and I kept going. I pushed two fingers inside of myself and then rubbed my clit with my thumb. "He desires me as I am." I thought of him looking at my body. i thought of him looking at the body, I was working so hard to keep in shape. I thought of him looking at my runner's legs and my full breasts. I thought of him touching my long hair and my smooth skin. And I climaxed again.

I got my phone and took a few pictures of myself. My nipples hard from play. My sex slick and dark pink from my arousal. My legs spread. I uploaded the photos and messaged him.

This was the result of feeling your desire. This was for you. Andi

 

[a_libertine]

I was reading more information regarding the case in Caddo when my phone went off twice in rapid succession. The first from Gail simply said, "We should talk."

I replied with a terse, "About," I was somewhat disappointed that it was Gail and not Andi.

I looked at my emails and saw Andi's PM and quickly pulled up the website to look at it.

I dropped my phone at what I saw.

Andi clearly had cum, and hard. Maybe multiple times judging from the slickness that coated her thighs and the darker area in the duvet between her legs. Her nipples were still hard and the looked to be about the diameter of the barrel of a Mont Blanc fountain pen.

I glanced at the pen on my desk to verify my initial reaction and nodded, appeared to be about right.

That's when I realized she had typed something with the photos and by the time I finished her two short sentences I was hard and tenting my slacks.

Glancing at the closed door I fished my cock out and held the phone below my balls and aimed the camera up. I took four quick photos and looked at them. Of the the third appeared the best.

My cock was framed nearly perfectly by my Italian silk tie and a glimmer of pre cum sat at the tip. I attached the photo and replied:

I look forward to tasting both your titties and pussy with equal zeal. Attached you will find proof of my intention to use you for our mutual pleasure. Now you KNOW that I indeed desire you as you are.

Tell me Andi, what did you feel as you affirmed my desire for you? Did you say it once or over and over?

Also, do you have an instant messaging service? If so which one?

Rusty
​

I hit send quickly not needing to get caught with my schlong standing out like this.

 

[wideeyedone]

As I was getting cleaned up, Dan called. He was excited that we had been invited on a weekend getaway with his boss and a few other couples. I sighed deeply as he talked. It was families. We were staying at the boss's ranch in central Texas. As he talked I thought about packing for two kids, folding up the pack and play, taking a stroller. Riding in the car for four hours with two kids. The cooler. snacks. diaper bag.

"Ok. I will start packing." I said when he finally slowed down. He was really excited and I didn't want to deflate his excitement. I knew it was a win for him to be invited on the trip.

I checked my account and smiled when I saw the picture from Rusty.

I said it over and over, to remind myself. I do have yahoo. My screenname is runnerandi. I said it over and over as I touched myself. I just kept telling myself that you desired me.
Andi

 

[a_libertine]

I was surprised by the speed of Andi's response, less than thirty minutes. I read it and smiled. I opened up my messenger and typed in her screen name and sent a friend invite.

After that I was called into a meeting and could not wait for an immediate response to his friend request. After the meeting I went back to my office and saw that she had accepted the request from me.

Having it, I responded via messenger:

I am glad you liked it. You may do so whenever you have any doubt, or want to masturbate. And now you have a photo of what to expect after Memorial Day to help you visually.

With each message, I am looking more and more forward to our assignation. To claiming your lush body as mine. To your giving it to me willingly.

If you gasped at that, I want you to cross your legs and squeeze your thighs tight together, and say the same thing as you did earlier.

Rusty.

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[wideeyedone]

I sat amid a pile of suitcases and swimsuits and folded clothes and clenched my thighs together.

"He desires me just as I am." I repeated like Dorothy saying, there is no place like home.

I packed for the trip and tried to focus on my trip to New Orleans. I had already mentioned to Dan that my college girlfriends wanted to meet there. He had smiled and said it sounded like fun.

I kept packing the suitcases. Then I packed the big diaper bag and all of the essentials. Apparently, the big boss was bringing his nanny and an extra nanny to sleep in the bunkhouse with all of the kids. I made sure to pack my running clothes and running shoes, since I could get in some good trail runs over the weekend. With a sitter and a house full of other adults, I could escape and run to my heart's content.

I packed my tablet, but I wasn't sure about wifi, so I sent Rusty a message.

We are spending the weekend with my husband's boss and some other execs from his job. I am not sure how much access to wifi I will have but I will be thinking of you and our trip. I have booked a flight and I am greatly looking forward to it. Andi

 

[a_libertine]

I read her IM and wondered what manner of entertainment one could find with a team of execs. Ultimately I decided it is probably not too unlike a conference full of lawyers; suicide by number 2 pencil through the temple becomes a viable option.

Oh dear! Whatever shall you do to pass time? That sounds like an absolutely painful weekend.

Make the most of it though. You have something that can help remind you that you are lovely and desired, physically, emotionally and intellectually.

You are always welcome to IM me from Walmart if need be. There is one everywhere.

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