0 comments/ 6346 views/ 4 favorites Email Follies Ch. 01 By: curvylatina Jason sank heavily into the chair and was immediately concerned the cheap frame might not hold up. Thankfully it did, and he breathed a long sigh of relief. He was five months in to his deployment with the Army, the unit's computer room was already desperately short on chairs, and the thought of having to lean over the desk or squat down if this one also broke was terribly unappealing to him. Bringing up his email, he quickly scanned the list for something aside from junk. The past few days had been long and exhausting, and he hoped for word from home to lift his spirits. His mood soured a little more, though, as his eyes failed to find anything new from his parents, his older sister, or the few old friends he regularly corresponded with... "Ah!" he thought to himself, as his eyes brightened a little. Down towards the bottom was a message from Miguel and Astacia, the couple that had "adopted" him from a list of soldiers the unit chaplain had sent to various groups and businesses. They corresponded fairly regularly, mainly through email and occasionally over the phone, and they sent him care packages from time to time. He had come to know the two decently well, and always looked forward to hearing from them. He opened the message, and as the picture loaded he furrowed his brow at the short inscription heading the email, "Just thought I would give you a reminder of what's waiting for you at home tonight." Astacia sometimes forwarded encouraging messages & pictures, but that little voice in the back of his mind said that this seemed a bit odd. When the picture finished loading a few seconds later and popped on to the screen, he understood why. Attached was a self shot of a grinning Astacia, her long dark hair down, the classic "come hither" gaze in her eyes, and one arm placed strategically across the nipple line of her ample breasts while the other held the phone. Although her breasts were partially covered, most of her smooth, faintly chocolate colored skin was exposed down to where the flare of her hips was covered by lacy red and black underwear at the bottom of the photo. Jason's sat there slack-jawed for a moment, his eyes wide in disbelief at the stunning beauty exposed before him, before logic took a hold and he averted his eyes to a point above the screen while his mind tried to process what he had just seen. And process it did. No matter how many times he blinked in shock, he couldn't erase the image of that lustful angel. He knew she was beautiful from the picture of the two of them that they had sent early on, but nothing like THIS. Finally, rational thought fully kicked in. "Miguel's going to kill me... or her!" he said to himself in a half whisper as he went to close out and delete the message. "I am NOT going to be party to breaking up someone's marriage!" As he moved the mouse pointer towards the "delete" button, though, his eyes fell on the address line. He paused and his brow furrowed again when he realized that both his and Miguel's names were there... and there was also a (2) indicating that there was a second message in the conversation. Jason swallowed a lump of fear and trepidation as he scrolled to the bottom of the email and clicked on the second message. He had a number of different expectations in his mind, but not what was actually there. The second message was from Miguel. "Hope you enjoy your eye candy! Stacia accidentally sent it to both of us, and you should see her now. She's gets beet red and is too embarrassed to even talk about it. I know you won't, but PLEASE don't share it around, and you'll have to let her know what you think." He closed the message and sat there a moment, stunned at the implications. Another man told him to enjoy eyeballing his hot wife, and – A voice from the door way interrupted his thoughts. "Hey, Jones! Sarge is looking for you." ___ Miguel laughed again and wrapped his arms around Astacia from behind in a comforting embrace. "Quit blushing like that. I keep telling you, you made his day. Probably even his whole week. No red-blooded man - heck, boy, he's not even old enough to legally drink, is going to be offended at a half-naked picture from a beautiful..." he leaned down and kissed her neck, then whispered in to her ear "And, might I add, drop-dead sexy..." He lifted his gaze to meet her eyes in the mirror, "woman like you." Astacia blushed even deeper, closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "I still can't believe I DID that." She pushed herself back slightly from the counter and turned around to face him. Her husband was several inches taller than her, with short cut nearly black hair, mocha colored skin, and a toned physique that always left her weak in the knees. "PROMISE me you aren't mad?" she asked, looking in to his deep brown eyes. "I promise," he said and kissed her long on the lips. "Besides.... It's a bit of a turn on, you flirting with another man, and a younger man at that." He kissed her again, this time more forcefully, and slid a hand down her bottom to grasp one of her firm cheeks and pull her body tight against his stiff member. Astacia laughed softly and broke their kiss. "I've been noticing that throughout our conversation." She leaned slightly back away from him and ran the tips of her fingers along the side of his rod, teasing it through the thin material of his pants. "Shall we get in the shower and I'll take care of that for you?" she asked coyly. "You don't have to ask me twice," he replied with a hungry grin. He gave her cheek one last squeeze, then in one deft movement he pulled his red t-shirt over his head to reveal the chiseled chest, abs, and arms that made her heart race every time she gazed upon them. She paused in unbuttoning her white, long-sleeved work shirt to admire his body, her eyes traveling up and down several times before settling on his bulging member straining against the black fabric of his pants. He watched her gaze until it settled, then hooked his thumbs in the band of his pants and slid both them and his boxer shorts down to reveal what her eyes were searching for. As happened every time, she gave a small gasp and her eyes widened slightly at the sight of it. "Your turn," he said, leaning back against the towel rack and directing his hungry gaze at her still-clothed form. Astacia took a deep, excited breath and wasted no time unfastening the rest of her buttons while thoughts raced through her mind of the ravaging she was about to both give and get. Her dark areolas and erect nipples didn't remain hidden from her husband's eyes long before she removed her black lace bra and hurriedly flung it aside, freeing her full bosom to his eyes. She didn't give him long to admire it, though, before turning around and bending over to remove her tan slacks. As anxious as she was to get in the shower with him, she willed herself to tease him a little as she swayed her hips back and forth while removing the aforementioned garment. She paused a second to let him take in her full, round backside and the silky, red thong whose cloth disappeared invitingly between her cheeks before reappearing to barely cover her already swollen mound. When she felt she had waited long enough, and couldn't wait any longer, she slipped the last piece of clothing off, the air of the room cool against her well moistened lips. Striding past him, she swished her hips as she entered the shower and began adjusting the water. She closed her eyes in anticipation of feeling his hands on her skin and his body pressed against hers. After what only seemed like an eternity, he rewarded her by pressing himself firmly against her back, his shaft twitching excitedly in the cleft of her cheeks, and his hands sliding up her stomach to her waiting breasts. Astacia moaned softly as he firmly grasped them, one in each hand, their volume spilling out as he squeezed and caressed. She reached behind her and stroked his shaft slowly, feeling it twitch in her hand with anticipation, and matching the up and downward movements of her hand with her hips. Miguel kissed her neck passionately, dragging his soft lips over her sensitive skin as he moved from her shoulder to her ear and back again. After a moment he slid his left hand down her stomach, past the neatly trimmed patch of hair between her legs to the warm, wet, waiting area below. Astacia gasped when his fingers found her swollen lips, and she momentarily stopped her movements as he parted her and slipped a finger in to her sopping wet hole. "Gaah!" she gasped again, involuntarily thrusting her hips forward and urging him deeper inside of her. She was already at the brink of an orgasm, and her legs quivered slightly under her. "Mmmm!" she moaned and released his shaft to place both her hands against the front of the shower to steady herself. Miguel had slipped a second finger in with the first and teased her now, slowly stroking in and out of his wife's pussy. He used his wrist to hold her firmly against his rigid shaft and slowly pulled his fingers back out the very edge before thrusting them forcefully back inside her, Astacia grunting loudly with each new penetration. There would be no soapy play tonight. Miguel kissed his way to her ear once more and whispered, "I'd say that boy's got YOU hot and bothered as well. Ready for the bar?" Astacia nodded and started unsteadily turning herself around. Miguel placed his hands on her hips and helped her keep her weak-kneed balance as the two of them shuffle stepped about until they were facing the other direction. She leaned forward and grasped the bar across the back of the shower (placed there specifically for this reason), closed her eyes, bit her lip, and lowered her head in preparation for what was to come. Her arched-back hips swayed gently in anticipation. Miguel's every touch was like electric jolts on her skin as he slid his hands down to the flare of her hips and positioned himself behind her and pressed his tip against her opening, the warm water coursing over both their bodies. Miguel squeezed her hips once, twice, then he could wait no more and eased himself through and past her tight, slick hole. He loved that feeling of initial penetration when she yielded to him, and she enjoyed it no less. She gave a long, guttural moan as her husband stretched and filled her, until finally his entire length was buried deep inside. They stayed there for a moment, each savoring the initial sensation of being one. Astacia breathed heavily in ecstasy and Miguel again kissed her shoulder and neck. But that was not all they craved. Miguel released her hips and interlocked his fingers with hers on the bar, both their bodies now arched and firmly pressed together as he drew back nearly to the point of exit and then plunged swiftly back in to her. Astacia moaned sharply with each thrust, their bodies meeting with a full "slap!" that sent the voluptuous flesh of her full bottom and hanging breasts jiggling and swaying. Repeatedly he slammed in to and against her, her hips pushing back toward him each time he bottomed out against her body. After a few moments she released the bar with her right hand and guided both of theirs down between her legs to tease the sensitive bud between. While Miguel obliged, she moved her hand a little farther down to spread the "v" of the tips of her index and middle fingers around where his shaft met her opening, his flesh sliding slick between them to meet hers. Suddenly, she gasped deeply as his expert fingers on her clit drove her over the brink of her first orgasm of the night. Her body shuddered and her pussy gripped tightly around his shaft. His thrusts were still forceful, but slower now as he tried to delay his own release. "All these years and I still can't believe how tight you are," he whispered in her ear as her orgasm subsided. She had moved her hand back on to the bar to steady herself and his fingers worked her clit slower. "Well, don't stop now" she replied. "I'm not done enjoying you filling my pussy yet." "Yes, ma'am. Your wish is my command." He slowed his pace, letting Astacia work herself back and forth along him so that his head rubbed the sensitive spot inside of her while he quickened the work of his fingers. Then he leaned in to her ear once more and whispered, "I wonder... do you think Jason is fantasizing about having you bent over like this?" She hadn't thought about him that way before, but a very vivid image of the handsome young man pounding her from behind sprung unbidden in to her mind. The mere thought of him inside of her was enough to send her over the edge again. As the second orgasm wracked her body, Miguel stopped and held still against her to try to prevent his own release. It was too late, though, as her pussy gripped his rod tightly while she shuddered with pleasure. Although he wanted to continue longer, he grunted with satisfaction and slammed in to her as fast and hard as he could while he erupted deep inside of his wife. The two of them stood there a moment, waiting for their heavy breathing to subside while the warm water continued to course over their bodies. Miguel leaned forward again and rested against her, while Astacia hung her head in satisfied fatigue while she savored the feel of him receding inside her. She wasn't quite exhausted yet, but that last orgasm had been quite intense and her muscles were beginning to ache a little. "Well," she said when she had finally regained some control of her breathing. "Shall we finish up and go crawl in bed? We can talk about this fantasy you seem to have and maybe have another round... assuming you have any energy left," she teased. "MY fantasy?" he asked, pulling her upright and holding her against him while he kissed her neck. "I thought YOU were the one ready to send him some more pictures." She slid her hips forward to dislodge his now softer and shorter member, and then turned around to face him. It was still semi-firm, and she knew it wouldn't be too long before he was ready again. They embraced and kissed deeply, their hands running over each other's warm, wet bodies. "We can talk about it, but right now you've still got some more work to do," she said, giving his ear a playful bite and tug. "Mmm. Yes, ma'am," he replied. Email Follies Ch. 02 Astacia took a deep breath and bit her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror. Her long, dark, silky hair was down and she was wearing a black, faintly sheer top that strongly hinted at full, firm breasts underneath and betrayed a faint view of her areolas and rock-hard nipples. Even just the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was enough to slightly shift the soft, smooth fabric across them and send shivers up her spine. She didn't think she'd ever been this aroused before... and she hadn't even done anything yet. Although she regularly took naughty pictures of herself and sent them to her husband, Miguel, while he was at work, she found it exhilarating to know that the one she took tonight would be going to another man as well. Last week she accidentally sent a nearly-naked picture of herself to Jason, a soldier pen pal the two of them had been communicating with for several months. Even though she had initially been embarrassed at her folly, her "flirting" with Jason had been a huge turn on for Miguel. He had let her know, too... in the shower and several times in bed that night. Although they shared an intense sex life, Miguel hadn't made love her that passionately (and that many times) in a while. He was also the one who suggested the fantasy of her sleeping with Jason, and the idea had certainly grown on her. Although this picture wouldn't show nearly as much naked skin as the last one, Astacia's pussy tingled at the idea of his eyes taking in everything that he could see, and his imagination filling in the rest of the details while his cock stiffened at the thought of her. So, she tilted her head forward, gave her best "come hither" eyes, smiled, and took the picture with her phone. *** After she sent the picture off to Miguel's phone and Jason's email, Astacia laid back on the bed in the soft, gentle glow from candles on the night stand. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her warm and swollen pussy through the thin, lacy fabric of her undergarment. She knew Miguel was due home soon, and she didn't have to wait long before she heard him come in the front door. He loved it when she was ready and waiting when he got home, and the pleasant surprise normally made their encounter even more steamy than usual.Her body ached for some attention, and she moaned softly at the thought that he would soon be ravaging her. Miguel smiled as he finished putting his shoes away, his cock already bulging in his pants. He could see the soft candle light from the bedroom and the sounds already coming from his wife informed him that it was going to be a very good night. He stood in the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt as he admired her beautiful, sensual form. Her eyes were still closed, her legs shifting rhythmically as one hand rubbed her mound while the other toyed with her breast and nipple through the thin fabric. Long, low moans came from deep in her throat as she teased herself, waiting in patient torment for his touch. "That picture just doesn't do you justice," he said softly as he tossed his shirt in to the corner and began to remove his belt. "Well then maybe you should come over here and I'll give YOU some justice," Astacia replied, rubbing harder through the now moist fabric. Her breath was coming in long, deep gasps as she worked herself closer and closer to the edge of her first orgasm for the night. She didn't know how much longer she could wait for him to come put her over the top. "How about you keep your eyes closed for a bit and we can pretend Jason found you in this... predicament?" He knew his question achieved the desired result when Astacia whimpered softly, arched her back, and grabbed her nether region forcefully to still her hand as a small orgasm swept through her. Before he could say anything else, Miguel's phone rang. Normally he wouldn't have even bothered to look at it in such a situation, but it was Jason's ringtone. "Speak of the devil" he said, pulling it out of his pocket. "Good evening, Jason" he said, loud enough for Astacia to hear. She was still slowly rubbing herself, but her eyes and mouth were open as she wondered what Miguel was up to. "Did you see the picture she sent you tonight?" "Good afternoon here," Jason replied, followed by a stuttered, "Wait, what?" when he realized what Miguel had said. Before Miguel could reply, he continued "No, sorry. I meant to call you sooner but we've been pretty busy here. I want to make sure - one hundred percent sure - that I haven't caused any problems for you two." Miguel laughed. "No, no. Not in the least. We have a solid marriage and you couldn't cause a problem if you tried." "Good, good to hear," Jason replied, greatly relieved. He had been dreading calling for fear the picture had caused tension between them. "In fact, it's been quite a turn on for us. Really spiced things up a bit," Miguel told him as he crawled on to the bed and spooned behind his wife as she rolled on to her side. She kept one hand on her pussy and reached back with the other to stroke Miguel's rock hard shaft through his pants. Her heartbeat quickened at the idea of where this might be going... they'd never had an audience before. "Uh...," said Jason, slightly embarrassed at the frank admission about their sex life and unsure of what to say, "Glad I... could help, I guess?" He thought he could hear Astacia making suggestive sounds in the background, but he wasn't quite sure. "Did I interrupt them?" he wondered to himself. "We definitely are," replied Miguel. "And to show our appreciation, Stacia sent you another picture a little bit ago... You know what? I'll let her tell you about it," he said, turning on the microphone so Astacia could hear and talk as well. Her pussy tingled under her fingers and excited shivers ran both directions along her spine as she opened her mouth to speak. "Hi, Jason." Her voice came out smoky and loaded with hungry desire. "I've got on a sort of see through black top... mmmm." She moaned softly as she spoke. Her fingers were outside the cloth and not even between her lips, but she could already feel another climax starting to build deep inside her. "It shows off my breasts VERY well, and..." Her breathing was deeper now, and she paused a second as a small wave of pleasure washed over her. The hand she had on her husband's cock was still now, her attention focused on the sensation building inside her. 'Holy crap!' Jason thought. 'I did interrupt them!' He was rather embarrassed... but also highly aroused. His cock was throbbing in his pants as his mind pictured Astacia there, wet, warm, and willing. "I - I- can let you guys go," he stammered, his mind reeling. "Please?" Astacia whispered. "Stay and have some... fun," she trembled with excitement as she said the word. "... with me... with us?" She was practically panting now, her fingers rubbing hard, long strokes on top of her vastly swollen and sensitive lips. "I know I'd enjoy it." 'She wants to have phone sex ... and Miguel's cool with it' Jason's stunned mind registered. "I... Uh... Um... Yes... But I'm around other people and they might not like that very much" he stammered as he thought 'This can't be real.' "Mmmm..." replied Astacia. "That's fine. I can talk this time." She couldn't believe it. Here she was, about to have phone sex (and possibly real sex at the same time) with a hot, young man while her husband listened (and possibly fucked her silly). "Well, under that I have a matching thong..." She couldn't take it any longer. "...and I've got my fingers under there now... in my pussy." Miguel moved the phone lower down, and Jason could hear the wet, squishing sound as Astacia thrust her fingers in and out of her hot, sopping wet hole. He was kissing her neck and ear, and he whispered just loud enough for her to hear, "Fuck him good, baby." Jason gulped in silent amazement as she continued. "Oh, Jason! I'm so close... so close to cumming... ahh... aahh..." Astacia's gasps of pleasure grew increasingly louder as she fingered the sensitive spot inside her and quickly broke over the edge of her much needed release. "Gaahhhh!" she screamed, the fell in to a wide-mouthed silence as her pussy clenched around her digits and wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. Her body jerked spastically several times as she continued her rapid, deep penetration of herself. Miguel lay there in rapt enjoyment as Astacia's orgasm coursed through her body and she twitched and spasmed against him. He had finished unzipping his pants and slid his member out while she spoke to Jason, stroking it slowly while he listened to his sultry and naughty wife tease another man. Then he put his arm around her waist, under her arm, and pulled her tight against him so that his cock was buried deep in the crack between her wonderful ass cheeks as her body shook. Jason sat in mute amazement as he listened and pictured what was going on. He was glad that the phone bank had dividers between each one so no one else could see his throbbing erection tenting in his pants. Still, he found it very hard to fight the urge to stroke himself as he listened. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she worked to regain control of her breathing. "Oh, wow... wow..." she said, her chest heaving with each deep, gasped breath. "That was... oh, that... that was good." Normally, she only moaned softly after an orgasm, and was rarely this talkative. Miguel had no doubt she meant every word she was saying. He slid his hand down to meet hers as she slowly played with her clit, her whole region tingling and sensitive. "That was fucking HOT, babe" he whispered in to her ear. "I hope you're enjoying this as much as I am." Miguel also began thrusting his throbbing member between her cheeks, gentle at first, and then with more insistence as his own desire continued to build. The phone was now sitting on the bed. Her husband's cock was a pleasant tease between her cheeks and his fingers toying with her felt good in addition to her own, but fingers just weren't going to cut it any longer. She squirmed away from Miguel and started fumbling to get her thong off. "Oh, fuck," she said. "I need your cock, Jason. Get this thing off and FUCK me." It wasn't to be, though. From the phone they heard a voice say, "Number four! Time's up" followed by Jason, "No! Crap... my time's up. I've got to go." "Aaaahhh!" Astacia shouted in frustration, and then she regained her composure and her voice took on its sultriness once again. "Ok. Thank you, though. Find a time, please, when it's just you," she told him. "Night or day, doesn't matter. Call me... and we'll get to..." She paused for emphasis, "fffuck each other good," she said, drawing out the "f" sound to emphasize how naughty she felt just saying it. "Now, go take care of you, and I want you to imagine fucking me hard. Make me MOAN," she finished, wishing she could take care of his cock herself. "I'll see what I can do about calling again. Thanks." "Bye, and take care," Astacia said. "Yes, be careful out there," Miguel added. *** They heard the phone disconnect, and then Astacia looked deep in to her husband's eyes. "That was fun," she said, "but... I. Need. FUCKED." "You don't have to tell me twice," Miguel replied as he slid his pants off and tossed them off of the bed. Before they hit the floor, Astacia had her top off and pushed Miguel on to his back. He savored the sight of his voluptuous wife as she straddled herself over his hips, her breasts bouncing and swaying with every movement while she took him in her hand and positioned her dripping hole over his swollen and waiting head. His hands were on the flare of her hips and she paused for a split second for his eyes to meet her hungry and wanting gaze - then she plunged down, burying his entire length inside of her in one swift motion. Astacia threw her head back, a hearty "Gaaaahhhh!" escaping her throat as his volume filled her completely. Meanwhile, a deep, satisfied moan emanated from Miguel as her velvety warmth gripped him firmly. She rose up, to the point where the tip of his cock almost exited her pussy, then slammed back down as hard as she could, repeatedly impaling herself on him in rapid succession. After a moment she leaned forward to steady herself, lost in ecstasy as she rode her husband's cock. Only guttural, animalistic moans came from her now as she fucked him harder and faster with each passing minute. Miguel, meanwhile, feasted on her swaying, bouncing breasts with his mouth and hands, alternating between each one in sheer bliss as his own muffled moans added to the sounds of their love making. Astacia had planned to imagine fucking Jason, but as soon as she started ravaging Miguel and he began playing with her breasts she was lost in her own pleasure. She had no idea who she was fucking anymore, only that it felt amazing. Although not quite as much as his wife, Miguel was also enjoying their coupling. After what seemed like an eternity of her burying his cock in her hot, tight pussy, he was suddenly aware of her contracting around him and his own orgasm rapidly building. "I'm cumming," he warned her, hoping she would slow down and prolong their encounter. She didn't, instead begging him "Please cum with me" in a husky half whisper. He gave her ass a swift smack in acceptance of her request as she started riding him in rapid, short strokes. That smack was the last stimulation she needed to send her over the edge of a pussy-crunching orgasm, her strongest in a very long time. As she gripped him harder than he ever remembered, he exploded inside her and pumped what seemed like gallons into her, over and over until he began to feel light headed. *** Some time later, after they had somewhat regained control of their breathing, Miguel lay there stroking his wife's long, silky hair as she lay with her heavenly body pressed on top of him. "We need to do that more often," he said with a smile. "As often as we normally do it?" she asked, nibbling playfully on his ear. She could feel that familiar tingling building again deep in her pussy. "How long 'till you're ready to go again?" she whispered seductively. "I really am going to need Jason to come visit, just to satiate you, aren't I?" he said. Astacia giggled. "So, not too much longer?" Miguel smiled back. It was definitely going to be a VERY good night.