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A Letter to My Wife

By: Joey Midnight



Work travel has been crazy this year. It leaves me too much time alone, thinking about you, being horny... Lately I've been obsessed with the stories we tell each other in bed. Details that made you moan and images that made you instantly wet swim around my head constantly. Especially the stories about other women.

Do you realize how wild you get when we fantasize about me being with someone else? It's like you become a different person. You come violently while I describe fucking an imaginary girlfriend. When you lick my ear and tell me how much you wish I really had a slut on the side, I explode immediately. It's understood that all of this is just sexy talk, not to be taken seriously. But replaying these sessions in my head makes me wonder how sure you are about that. 

A few conferences ago I was killing time in the hotel bar when a young blond I knew by sight sat down at the table next to me. We struck up a friendly conversation. It flowed smoothly probably because I really wasn't trying to pick her up. After an hour of pleasant company Kristen suggested dinner at a nearby restaurant. I agreed without considering that it might lead to anything.

We shared 2 bottles of wine over 3 delicious courses, laughing like old friends. I walked her back to the hotel. Putting my arm around her was as natural as the sunset. It was the first time I realized I was probably crossing a small line, but I could rationalize that I was actually being a gentleman and protecting her. The truth was that I just wanted some physical contact with her.

Kristen invited me up to her room to share a bit more wine. I surprised myself by agreeing quickly. This was becoming inappropriate for a married man. I had never strayed in any relationship before but it all seemed so much like the fantasies we tell each other that I wanted it to keep going. 

I sat next to her on the bed as she poured me more wine. Part of me thought that I'd stay there until she blatantly hit on me, letting me enjoy the flirting for just a while longer. But I found myself telling her how gorgeous she was. The little voice that used to tell me to be faithful was replaced by your voice in my ear telling me to touch her. I pulled her towards me and kissed her deeply. 

That opened the floodgates. We tore into each other like teenagers. She sucked my neck and chest, pulling buttons open as fast as she could. I ripped up her tube top and bra and mauled her firm breasts. She quickly progressed to my pants fumbling with the button and zipper while kissing and licking my face. Once I was free, I wrestled her around and ripped off her panties. Her beautiful pussy was inches away from my face. I leaned in and tasted her, the first pussy I have kissed besides yours since our wedding. Suddenly there was a loud thundering at the door. We scrambled our clothes back into order and found that her boss needed something critical immediately. Kristen apologized profusely but ushered me out of the room. My crazy adventure had crashed to a halt. 

I spent the flight home mulling over what I had done. I crossed some major relationship lines that night. I was surprised to realize that my biggest regret was not fucking Kristen in every way I could imagine. Part of me thought you might get furious but I mostly believed that the story would make you so horny that you'd end up forgiving me. On reflection I realized that I must be out of my mind. A few sexy stories didn't mean you really wanted me to eat another woman's pussy. Our regular fantasy games were affecting me, blurring my understanding of our relationship.

I intended to stop our dirty talking because it was obviously messing with me. But the very night I came home you asked me if I had been with anyone else while rubbing my cock, clearly asking for a sexy story. I ended up describing exactly what I really did to Kristen while ripping your clothes off and plunging into you, only inventing a better ending. Not the intended result, but you were even more hot and wet and amazing than usual and I was helpless.

Over the next few weeks I told you that I thought the stories might be increasing my risk of actually being with someone else. Perhaps I shouldn't have told you this while making love, but it made you cum every time. My favorite moment was looking you in the eye while rocking slowly into you and telling you that I really was going to be with someone else. You just moaned, nodded and came like Vesuvius.

Every time I tried to bring up my concerns it ended in orgasm. I couldn't think clearly about it anymore. The thought of being with another girl turned into an obsession. Every orgasm you had dreaming about me with other women broke down my defenses until there was nothing left.

When I got invited to this latest conference the first thing I did was check the participant list. Kristen's name jumped out. 

By the time you read this I'll have been at the conference for a few days. Maybe nothing has happened, or maybe I've spent the entire time fucking Kristen's brains out. I hope you won't be too mad at me, but I'm positive you won't be able to live without hearing the details. Can't wait to see you baby! 

A Letter to My Wife: Business Trip



Sweetie,

This business trip is so boring. The girls here are just mediocre, I'm sure they'd be a fun fuck, but you're not here to help me enjoy them, so it just wouldn't be the same. Not like last time anyway. I still won't ever forget that ride home from the city with you and Liz. I knew you two were getting horny, but fuck! I hope you never forget how hard that made me and how long we screwed after that; it's amazing we didn't get caught by the cops in that rest stop...

All I can think about is your tight pussy. I keep picturing you in that silky black robe of yours, walking into the living room, a Gin and Tonic in each hand, mine a little stronger than yours. I can smell your pussy starting to juice up from the chair and it makes my dick jump in my pants. I want to be in you so bad, but I know you have other plans for the occasion. 

Slowly, you unbutton my jeans and I lift my ass off the chair to help you slide them off. My rigid pole stands straight up, waving with the recoil of being released from my pants. You sit on my lap, making a show of your pussy as you lift one leg and put it beside mine and then push yourself up, sliding the other against me, and you pin me into the chair. My dick rests solidly against your belly, and slowly you take a sip from your drink, your eyes not leaving mine. Your hand goes to my meat and you start stroking up and down its length slowly, your heating pussy warming my balls and your little clit getting harder against the root of my cock. I take a sip of my drink, but it doesn't quench the thirst building inside me.

"Is there anything you want?" you say sexily, still stroking my dick with your fingers, but your thumb begins to concentrate on the head, resting just above your belly button. I can only nod at this point and you giggle devilishly, your robe parting a little farther, showing off some of your spectacular cleavage, but still leaving plenty of promise of the treasures within. My cock wobbles in your hand and your teeth come out over your bottom lip, biting it gently as your eyes begin to twinkle.

"Tell me what you want," you say, bending forward, nibbling on my neck, kissing, licking, and blowing a path to my ear. Your drink sets on the end table next to us and your hand remains free for only a moment as it joins its mate on my stiff cock. Both of your thumbs start squeezing and playing with the head while your fingers dance up and down the remaining 8 inches of meat.

"What are my choices?" I say, teasing you with my breath on your ear. You giggle and groan demurely, pulling back up to a sitting position, your teeth still barely biting on your bottom lip, your gorgeous deep blue eyes sparkling with lust and glazing over with desire.

"No, no. You tell me what to do," you say, speeding up your hands, one hand stroking my meat and rubbing your leaking pussy juice all over my shaft, the other strictly playing with the head, smearing my pre-cum around like frosting. I moan loudly, my stomach flexing like butterfly wings under your ministrations.

"If you keep doing that, you'll make me cum," I manage to moan out before my back arches off the chair.

"That's the idea," you say, leaning back in, hooking the tie on the robe around my throbbing cock. Slowly, you sit back, your pussy coating my balls in a generous amount of your honey, my cock pulling the sash away from your hips, letting your robe open fully and your beautiful rose-colored nipples stand in the air, tightening even more than before. Your hips start to rock on mine, letting your shaved mound stroke the base of my wanton member, your pussy buttering up the skin it touches. The smell of us begins to drift through the room, the heady aphrodisiac making my dick throb even harder.

"Maybe I should just keep this up?" you say, speeding up your hands, smearing your cum and my pre-cum around, coating your belly with it as our skin rubs together. "But I do hate wasting cum," you say, almost pouting.

"You've got me close enough now, you better get it in you quick," I say, my breathing becoming labored, my eyes trying to drink all of you in at once. You smile wickedly and lift yourself up, pushing my dick along your drooling pink slit, letting me feel your juice run over the top of my head as you slowly masturbate your cunt with just the tip of my organ.

"You feel that?" you breathe, putting your lips to my ear again. "That's how much I want you, that's how much I want you to cum," you moan, your teeth sinking lightly into my ear lobe.

"Oh God, yes," I almost hiss out, my body convulsing from the feel of your pussy kissing my cock and from the wet sounds of it sliding through your hot pink folds.

"Maybe I should just keep teasing you then," you say, my cock throbbing in response. "You seem to like this; maybe I should just let you cum against my clit." Your breath is beginning to get as hard and heavy as mine and I can tell you're close. My hands go up to your bulging tits and I maul the ample flesh while pinching your nipples between my knuckles. It's your turn to shiver and you do so deliciously, your legs relaxing at the exact moment my dick is at the entrance of your cunt and the head just barely pops in, stretching your flesh as it invades your velvet vice. We both moan in pleasure and don't want that moment to stop. Your hand stays on my pole and you begin to jack me off, my head firmly engulfed by your hot wet box.

"You like it like this, don't you?" I say, my breath blowing along your skin. You only moan in response and your hand starts moving faster. "You like feeling my cum shoot completely through your pussy? You like feeling your cunt drip juice down my cock and using that to jerk me off?" Your moan is louder and more urgent, your hand slapping against your pussy with each stroke, and with each stroke, the sound is getting wetter and wetter. 

"You feel that? You want it so bad; your pussy juice is flowing onto me. I can feel you splashing out onto us," I say, you let loose a quick loud moan as you begin to cum, your pussy clenching and unclenching around my meat with such speed that its almost matching your hand, still wanking me off, trying to get me to cum into your snatch.

"Please..." you moan out, your body starting to twitch. "Now...." you say, your voice barely a whisper over your panting breath as another orgasm hits you like a tidal wave.

"Please what?" I say, a grin on my face as my body starts to convulse. I feel my toes curl and lightening shoots from my legs and arms to my brain. I don't have much time left, but I know if I make you say it, you'll cum that much harder.

"Please cum in my," you pant out, your pussy literally splashing its hot cum out onto us now, soaking you, me, your robe, and even the chair. "Cum in my..."

"In your what," I say, trying now to fight off the cum trying like hell to boil from my balls. It's going to be a big load this time, and I can't wait to feel it shooting from my dick into your tight twat, I can't wait to feel my cock rock in you with each powerful shot.

"Cum in my cunt!" you scream out, your mouth trying to silence the scream by biting into my shoulder. That's all I need and I blow shot after shot deep into your pussy, painting your womb white with my cum. My body rocks with each shot that blows up into you, seven in all, and then I twitch heavily with each dry shot after that, another 5 total. We look down and your spasming pussy is leaking your clear cum down my still twitching, but already softening shaft. The head is still trapped inside your soaking pink vice, and slowly you rise up, both of our eyes locked onto the scene.

A second passes and nothing other than your cum drips from your used pussy onto my cock. Another second passes and nothing at all. Then a drip of our milky combined juices falls on my cock; it twitches involuntarily at the sensation. Then another follows, and another, and soon your still quaking cunt pushes half our cum from your pink depths, coating my dick, belly, and thighs with our love sauce. My dick twitches frantically, trying to work itself up to full strength again, but I'm not 18 any more and it will be a few minutes.

"Oh my God," you say, and twist, settling heavily beside me and on top of me, trying to catch your breath. "Oh, I love you," you say, and turn to kiss my cheek. Your head flops heavily beside mine, your pussy still leaking cum onto my thigh, and we both fall asleep.

You have no idea how hard I am right now. Even these mediocre girls in their conservative suits with their God-only-knows caret diamond rings on their fingers are looking good right now. I should be paying attention, but all I can smell is your pussy, all I can think about is being inside you, and this damn bottle water isn't quenching my thirst for pussy juice. Maybe I'll fuck one silly and write you about it, or maybe even better, call you during.

I love you so much.

Me



A Letter to My Wife Michelle



This was the last letter I wrote to my wife Michelle when I was traveling for business. After we were married I was promoted to a high level management position which I coveted all the years we dated. Unfortunately the responsibilities changed as well as Senior Management shortly after we wed. The job now required me to travel to California frequently and sometimes for weeks at a time. On this specific trip I felt very lonely and sat down and wrote this note. It was late and I was horny (go figure). I couldn't stop thinking about the last night with my wife. It describes my feelings and the sex we had the night before I left. 

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My dearest Michelle, 

It's been three weeks since I've been with you. I hate my job. It takes me away from you for days, weeks, and sometimes months at a time. I know it allows us to live luxuriously but the travel has been wearing me down since we were married less than a year ago. This position would have been great 3 years earlier, just not now. I'm at a different point in my life. I want to be with you so we can start our family. I can't do this to us any longer. I feel like I've see less of you now that we are married.

Right now I'm sitting in my five-star hotel room here in Beverly Hills and the only thing I can think about is you. You're three thousand miles away in New York and it will be another week before I can get back. I knew this trip was going to be tough, but I'm falling apart without you.

I miss everything about you: hearing your voice during our nightly talks, looking into your light blue eyes, staring at your long fire engine red hair, and its sweet fruity scent. I miss your soft milky white skin and the way it feels pushed against my body. I miss kissing your thin lips and the way they feel pressed against mine.

Our last night together feels like forever. I think about you and dream about us constantly. I replay our last night together over and over in my head, just like college kids watching their favorite movie for the thousandth time. I remember every detail of that night and how it made me feel emotionally and physically. I just can't stop thinking about the way you kissed my neck. I'm getting goose-bumps right now imagining you're in bed with me. The hairs on my neck are standing up as I think about your lips moving across the right side of my neck under my earlobe then taking a little nibble. I can still feel your touch even though you are across the country.

I remember your hands rubbed my arms gently and eventually moved under my short sleeve shirt. I felt a tingling sensation through my whole body when you did that. I recall the felling of my penis growing and leaking in my pants as we made out on the couch like high school kids.

I've been dreaming of removing your tight black tank top and exposing those perky little breasts just like I did that night. I have the image of sucking on your pink little nipples while rubbing your shaved pubic region.

The movie that plays in my brain stars us. It's a movie that would only be on Cinemax after midnight (at least the edited version/and you know that's not the one that plays on a loop in my head). I'm watching us make love. It's everything we normally do and more. I see your wet pussy in my face as I licked every inch of your lips and clit. I go over the patterns you love so much, outlining your outer walls, alternating from the outside left to the outside right and everything in between. I make big, long, flat tongued licks, even plunging my tongue inside you. I lick your clitoris the same way I licked pussy lips. 

I feel like I can taste your sweet juices as I write this. It's a taste I know and love so much. I hear your moans growing gradually louder. You are getting close to an orgasm. You start to mumble my name as you tell me not stop. You pussy becomes extremely damp just before the final climax. I hear a muzzled popping sound for a split second which was followed by a warm wet splash on my chin. I feel three separate bursts hit me as your body convulsed violently. My chin was drenched with your hot love juice as well as my lips. I lick your pussy and inner thighs trying to lap up as much of the sweet tasting nectar that came from inside you. The bed sheets are soaked and my penis feels like a tree trunk (then and now).

It took you a few minutes to catch your breath. Once you did that, you quickly slid down my body to my erect love muscle. I'm so turned on by you squirting in my face there was a minimal loss in hardness. The elapsed time between your orgasm and regaining the feeling in your body was minimal.

Once you reached my crotch you squeezed my testicles with firmness. It doesn't hurt, but it lets me know you are in charge. I love the feeling of my sack in your hands. You seductively tell me how you plan to drain me of every ounce of cum. My penis leaked as you licked the pooled pre-cum off the top of my swollen purple head. You put your lips over the opening of my dick and sucked the head as if you were drinking through a straw. You moved your whole mouth down the shaft and suck even harder. It hurts slightly, but not enough for me to tell you to stop. I enjoy the slight discomfort as it caused me to get harder and harder. 

Eventually your tongue slid up and down my cock until you found the way to my sack. You know how much I love my balls licked. You did this for an extended period of time with various strokes and techniques. You always pay special attention to them licking as far down as you can go. This makes me the hardest. It sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. I literally could not take it anymore. I wanted you to make me cum. I begged you to do so. Once you gave into my demand, you licked my sack one last time from the very bottom to the top, then all the way up to the head of my cock. You engulfed my entire shaft as you bobbed your head forward and backward. 

I remember getting ready to blow the biggest load I had. I wanted to cum on you. You wanted me to cum in your mouth. As you drew me closer to orgasm I pleaded with you to let me cum on your tits. 

Just as I was ready to cum, you gave me the approval to shoot my hot sticky load on your breasts. I tell you all the time how much I love your tits; they are firm perky 32A's. Your skin is the palest I've ever seen, milky white in color, with small pink nipples.

I moan your name as the sensation to cum overwhelmed me. I yelled "Now" and pull my penis out of your mouth and aimed it at your chest. Four long white streams splattered against the middle of your chest. My seed dripped between your breasts. You moved your hands to your chest and rubbed my sperm into your skin. It drove me nuts seeing you do that. And your grand finale was licking your fingers clean. You told me how much you needed to taste me and the next time I cum it better be in your mouth.

I'm getting chills just thinking about you in bed right now. I'm sending this to you and then I'm going to jerk off. And when I cum, this time I will be thinking about you swallowing my hot cum, just like you wanted. 

Love always,

Your devoted husband