Dear Steve: I Just Fucked Your Wife

Dear Steve:

Forgive me for addressing you so familiarly. After all, we've never met. Nevertheless, we do share something-your wife, Cynthia. I just fucked her earlier today.

Now, maybe you don't believe me. That's quite reasonable. I could be a Russian troll or that asshole, Jack, from work. But, I'm not.

No, I don't have pictures or video of the event. I'm a gentleman and I don't record my lovers. But, I do know about that mole on Cindy's left breast. Thank goodness the doctor said it's nothing. You guys were worried, she told me. She was wise to have it checked out.

And, the comforter on your bed is nice. The pine forest motif is very tasteful. Don't worry, Cindy took it off before we did the deed and washed the sheets after. Of course, she did; that's the kind of quality person she is.

Her body is damn nice for having had two kids-Alison and Jeffrey, both away at college. Man, those tuition bills must be killers, so I understand why you're putting in lots of hours at work. Though that trust fund from Cindy's Dad is a big help, as is the money she brings in from the articles she writes for those magazines and the academic books she edits.

Judging by the photos over the fireplace, Ally is quite a looker-takes after her mom. I'd do her any time!

You're probably wondering how Cindy and I met. It was a couple of months ago at the dog park. Bella, your English Springer, is a terrific dog. She and my Max get along great!

Anyway, Cindy and I got to talking. Nothing too heavy-dogs, kids (I have a son with my ex, who is around Jeffrey's age), neighborhood gossip.

Then, a few days ago, she asked me if I wanted to get a coffee. I was a bit stunned that she did that, to be honest. But, how could I refuse such an invitation from such a pretty lady?

We dropped our dogs off at our homes and met up at that coffee place on Pine. You know the one-it's a local business, not that big corporate giant. Their Kenyan Ruiru is excellent, I must say. We must have talked for at least an hour-I told her about my divorce and she laid it out about your marriage. Apparently, Steve, you haven't been paying her enough attention lately. Shame on you!

At one point, she reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "You're so understanding, David," she told me.

I smiled and replied, "You're so easy to talk to Cindy. It's a real gift you have." That was a pretty good line, wasn't it, Steve?

Now you might think that was when we got together for real, but it wasn't. I guess she wasn't quite ready yet and I didn't press her. Though, I did masturbate that night thinking about Cindy, imagining her masturbating and thinking about me. I don't think I'd shot so hard in years!

The next few days, I didn't see her at the dog park. I was disappointed and so was Max, not to see Bella.

Then, today, there she was! Max was excited and so was Bella. And so was I.

Cindy looked a bit unhappy, so I asked her if anything was wrong. Apparently, you guys had a fight last night. About something stupid that she didn't want to get into. That wasn't the big deal, though. The big deal was that usually you patch things up before bedtime and this time you didn't. Bad move, Steve.

Nor did you make it up over breakfast. Instead you gobbled down your toast and coffee, told her you had an early meeting and left. She told me all this while we sat and watched the dogs play. It was chilly and she looked cold. "Why don't we bring the dogs home and go for coffee and talk this over?" I asked.

She smiled at me. "Sure, David, that sounds great. But, I bought some of that Kenyan Ruiru from the coffee shop to take home. Why don't we go there instead?" she asked.

I was startled by this, to be honest. "Are you sure?" I asked.

She nodded, "Very," she said. "471 Maple, at the end of the street."

"OK," I replied, before she could change her mind. "I'll drop Max off at my place and be there in about 15 minutes."

"Don't be late," she said.

I hurried home with Max and then went quickly to her place, which is of course your place, too. I was pleased that it was a bit secluded. Hopefully, none of your neighbors saw me, but if they did, I apologize.

Cindy opened the door before I could even ring the bell. I was wondering if she would be naked or perhaps wearing some sexy lingerie, but she was wearing the same jeans and a sweater over a T shirt that she had worn at the dog park. Bella stood beside her, her tail wagging.

"I was hoping you would come," she said.

"Why wouldn't I come?" I asked.

"No reason at all," she said, winking and beckoning me inside. Bella sniffed at me and then retreated to a sunny spot in the living room.

I sniffed. "That smells great!" I said. "Nothing like fresh brewed coffee."

"Who needs that coffee shop, right?" she said. "It's more comfortable here and less expensive."

I nodded and followed her into the kitchen. She turned and stretched up on her toes to get two cups from the cabinet. I admired her ass, imagining her naked on all fours. My cock was getting hard just thinking about it.

She poured the coffee into the cups and turned to face me, handing me one. It said, "World's Greatest Dad!" I guess that was a Father's Day present to you. I do apologize for drinking out of your cup, but that was your wife's doing and, as a guest, I didn't feel it was my place to complain.

I took a sip. It was delicious, just as good as at the coffee shop. "Dave," she said. "I feel so lonely sometimes and you are such a good friend to listen to me." She moved closer to me. I could smell her hair. She must have shampooed it this morning.

I have to tell you, Steve, that I almost decided to leave because I knew that what we were about to do was wrong. But then I saw a tear roll down her face. I reached a finger out to catch the drop, wiping it on my shirt. "You are so beautiful," I whispered.

"Steve hasn't told me that in months," she said.

"Shame on him," I replied, pulling her towards me and kissing her hard on the mouth. She melted into my arms, our lips locked together, her tongue seeking out mine. We must have stood like that for no more than a minute or so, but it seemed much longer. I was hard as a rock by that point, my crotch pressed against hers and I knew she could feel it.

Finally, she broke the kiss off. "The bedroom is upstairs," she said, taking my hand and leading the way. It was, after all, her house (and yours, too, of course, Steve) so I felt obliged to follow. Did I mention that I'm a gentleman?

When we got to the bedroom, she shed her sweater. I did the same with mine. We started kissing again. I had one hand on her ass, holding her against me. I slid the other under her T shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra. I stroked her breasts. She sighed with pleasure.

Then, she reached down to the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. Of course we had to interrupt our kissing as the shirt passed over my head, but, as soon as it was off, she pulled me to her again, her hands running through the hair on my chest.

"Fair is fair," I said, pulling her shirt over her head. Her breasts were just perfect-not too small, not too large, with only the slightest sag to them, which somehow made them even more attractive. She was truly a MILF, or perhaps I should say a MIGF, because I wouldn't just Like to fuck her, it was pretty clear by this point that I was Going to fuck her.

I bent my head and began suckling her breasts. At the same time, I began unbuttoning her jeans. As soon as they were undone, she lowered them over her hips and stepped out of them, leaving her only in her pink cotton panties.

I like that she wore plain cotton underwear, Steve. Your wife is a practical woman, not a plaything, and that's part of what makes her so damn hot!

Returning the favor, she unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down. She stroked my cock through my underwear. God, it felt good!

Then she grasped the waistband and pulled them down. My cock was rock hard, pointing straight out at Cindy. It was nice to feel the air on it.

But, I didn't feel the air for long, because Cindy took the length in her hand and began gently stroking. My head was spinning now!

"Mmm," she purred. "It seems you like what you're seeing."

"Who wouldn't, Cindy?" I replied, barely able to speak. "You are amazingly beautiful."

I knew that if she kept it up much longer, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from coming, so I knelt at her feet and tugged at her panties, lowering them over her gorgeous hips. She was neatly trimmed, her pubic hair matching the light brown color of her ponytail.

I inhaled deeply, enjoying the clean, yet slightly spicy scent of her pussy. I reached my tongue out and began lapping, my hands straying up to her breasts. She moaned softly as I licked around the sensitive folds of skin.

After a while, she said, "I want you in me, David." I let her go. She grabbed the comforter off the bed and threw it on the floor-did I mention that I liked the pine forest motif? I think I did.

Then she laid down on the cool crisp sheets. They were the dark blue set, good quality, as I'm sure you know, Steve.

"I brought condoms," I told her. "They're in my pants pocket." I stooped, ready to pick my pants up.

"I had my tubes tied after Jeffrey was born," she assured me. "Just get over here."

This didn't seem like a point worth arguing, so I did as she had requested.

I laid down beside her, my hands stroking her hips, her hands on my ass. "Please, David, now," she said.

Your wife is not a woman to trifle with when she makes a request like that, Steve. I got on top of her, as she spread her lovely legs to grant me access to her most intimate spaces. I positioned the tip of my erection at her opening and slid inside. She was very well lubricated.

I began moving slowly, leaving only the tip inside her as I pulled back, then plunging in to the hilt. I must say, Steve, that your wife has a very tight pussy, especially for someone that's given birth twice. It was a real honor and a privilege to fuck her.

I bowed my head to suckle at her breasts. "Oh, that feels so good, David!" she gasped.

Gradually, I increased the speed of my thrusts. Cindy wrapped her lags around my waist, allowing me to penetrate her even deeper. Her eyes were closed now and I felt her shudder with pleasure.

I felt that tingling in my balls-I'm sure you know what I'm talking about, Steve.

"Look at me, please, Cindy, I'm going to come," I told her.

She opened her eyes. "Shoot for me David!" she begged.

As I mentioned, I'm a gentleman and when a lady asks something like that, well, I cannot deny her. I growled like an animal and emptied myself into her, as the immense pleasure ran from my dick down my legs and up my spine. Then I collapsed onto the bed beside her.

When I came back down to earth and looked over at your wife, there were tears in her eyes. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing at all, David. Absolutely nothing at all," she replied. "Just hold me."

I held her, just enjoying the softness of her skin against mine.

Steve, we did it two more times. I won't describe them except to say that each was wonderful in its own way.

After the third, I saw that it was getting towards late afternoon. "I really should be going, Cindy," I told her. I stood up and began dressing. She did as well. She stripped the sheets off the bed. There were quite a few wet spots. I helped her make the bed with the brown sheets that you will find on the bed now and place the comforter on top.

We made our way downstairs. She placed the dirty sheets in the washer and started the load. As we passed through the kitchen, she looked at the two cups on the counter. "You never finished your coffee, David," she told me.

"That's OK," I replied. "I'll stop at the coffee shop on my way home." Then, I let myself out.

Steve, my advice to you is to take this as a chance to redeem yourself. You have a terrific wife in Cynthia. Treat her right, show her the appreciation and love that she deserves. If you do that, then, much as I will regret it, my escapade with her today will be a one-off. We will go back to being dog park acquaintances and nothing more and you and she can live happily ever after.

But if you decide otherwise, I will be pleased to fuck Cynthia every day of the week and twice on Sunday, if that is what she wants. Because she deserves to be satisfied and one of us needs to step up and do that.

Sincerely,

David