Her Very Dirty Pen Pal - Part 3

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Mariana closed her eyes and moaned softly as Matt stepped behind her. His lips brushed against her neck and he offered a series of soft kisses while his hands moved to her waist. His cock pressed against her ass and his fingers moved up her torso until he held her breasts in his hands, eliciting another soft, seductive moan.

Mariana turned her head and her husband's lips found hers. Their tongues entwined and she felt his cock grow hard for her. The heat of desire grew between her legs and Mariana took Matt's hand in hers and guided it to her pussy. She moaned into her husband's mouth as his fingers moved between her labia and discovered the wetness that awaited him.

"I want you," she whispered softly.

Matt moaned and rubbed her clit as he fingered her pussy. Their lips met once more and Mariana eagerly sucked on her husband's tongue as she reached back and stroked his cock, rubbing the tip against the warm, soft flesh of her ass. She could feel his precum on her skin and when his grip on her breast tightened Mariana knew her husband's lust had crested.

She released his cock, crawled into the bed, and rested on her hands and knees for a moment before looking back at Matt. He was staring at her pussy and Mariana was overwhelmed with a desire to be fucked from behind.

Thoughts of Diego flooded Mariana's mind and she felt her legs tremble from the overwhelming lust that followed. She tried to push the fantasies she and her pen pal had shared from her mind, but she couldn't. Mariana imagined Diego taking her from behind. She felt his hands in her hair, pulling hard with each thrust as he filled her pussy with his big cock. She felt her pussy stretching out around his thickness. She felt her ass bouncing with every thrust. She'd never been with him - she'd never even seen a picture of him - and yet the fantasy felt so real it was almost as if she'd actually cheated on Matt and taken Diego's cock in her needy pussy.

"I need you inside me," Mariana said to her husband. "I need you to fuck me, Matt."

Mariana hoped he would take her from behind. Her body was flooded with an intense desire for that very particular pleasure and though she knew Matt didn't enjoy doggystyle sex, she still wanted it.

Matt crawled into the bed behind Mariana, ran his hands over her ass, and leaned down to kiss her upper back. He took her breasts in his hands and she closed her eyes in anticipation of his cock finding its way into her pussy.

It didn't, though. Instead, Matt laid next to Mariana and pulled her on top of him. He guided his cock into her pussy and pulled her lips to his for a kiss. He felt good inside her, but Mariana had to work to hide her disappointment.

She knew it wasn't fair to expect Matt to fuck her like the fantasy version of her pen pal would have fucked her, so she refused to show him that disappointment. Instead, Mariana pushed aside all thoughts of Diego and tried to enjoy sex with her husband. She rode his cock and ground her clit into pelvis. She kissed him. She leaned forward so he could suck her nipples while his cock filled her pussy.

Mariana couldn't cum, though. She just couldn't get there. She wanted to, but she just couldn't get there.

Matt didn't deserve to feel like he'd disappointed her, though, so Mariana faked her orgasm. She did so right before Matt's climax arrived. She sat up, took her breasts in her hands, threw her head back, and let out a series of wild, orgasmic moans while furiously riding his dick. Matt came inside her a moment later and Mariana took great pleasure in his orgasm, for he was a good man and a wonderful husband and he deserved the pleasure of cumming in his wife's pussy.

They cuddled afterwards and Mariana grappled with feeling both overwhelming desire - she hadn't cum, after all - and an almost equally overwhelming sense of guilt. After all, she wouldn't have felt so disappointed with her husband if she hadn't been indulging in a pseudo affair with another man.

Mariana's desire never dissipated, despite her unrelenting hope that it would. Instead, it only deepened, in part because she couldn't help but think of Diego. He popped into her head over and over. She thought of the last message he'd sent her and the way he'd described fucking her. She entertained thoughts of actually being with him, of feeling him fuck her in a way her husband never had, a way that Mariana increasingly desired.

After Matt had fallen asleep - and after Mariana had tried and failed to let sleep overtake her - she pulled her laptop from the nightstand drawer and surrendered to her desire to write a message to the man who'd dominated her thoughts for most of the night.

My Dearest Diego,

Tonight I was on my hands and knees in my bed. I was naked. My pussy was soaking wet. I wanted - I needed - to get fucked hard. I needed to be taken from behind. I needed to feel a man's strong hands on my hips as he took my pussy and made it his. I needed to feel his strong hand in my hair. I needed to feel the way I feel when I write to you and when I read the wonderful messages you write to me.

I was on my hands and knees when I told my husband I needed to be fucked. I knew he wouldn't give me what I truly wanted - that he wouldn't take me from behind - and I knew it wasn't fair to want him to fuck me like that. I still wanted it, though. I wanted him to take his place behind me. I wanted him to slide his cock into my wet, needy pussy. I wanted him to fuck me doggystyle. I wanted it so badly.

He didn't, though. Of course he didn't. He got on his back and I rode his cock until he came inside me. He doesn't like doggystyle sex. I don't think he's really capable of fucking me like that. Not in the way I want, at least. And yet I still expected it of him, and I was still disappointed when he couldn't give me what I craved.

I shouldn't have been disappointed, though, because I wanted my husband to offer me what you'd have given me in that same situation. I wanted my husband to be another man. I wanted him to be you in that moment. I wanted him to be the man I've been fantasizing about, the man I've been writing to, the man I've been exploring a whole host of new sexual desires with.

Tonight, I wanted you, Diego. I was with my husband and I wanted you. I was on my hands and knees and telling my husband to fuck me, but I wanted to be telling you to fuck me.

"I need you to fuck me, Diego."

Those were the words I wanted to utter tonight. Though I probably would have said, "I need you to fuck me doggystyle, Diego. I need you to pull my hair, smack my ass, and fuck me like a man is supposed to fuck a woman."

I don't even know if that's true. I don't know if a man is supposed to fuck a woman from behind, and I don't want to get fucked like that all the time. I wouldn't even want you to fuck me like that all the time. But I wanted it tonight. I wanted it tonight and my husband couldn't give it to me.

The worst part is that I couldn't cum. I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn't. I kept thinking of you - of how you would have fucked me - and I couldn't get there. I faked my orgasm. I faked my orgasm as my husband came inside me.

I know I won't be able to sleep until I cum, so I'm going to masturbate next to my sleeping husband and I'm going to think of you as I play with my pussy, Diego. I'm going to think of you taking me from behind. I'm going to think of you fucking me hard and fast. I'm going to think of you holding my hair in one hand and my hip in the other. I'm going to think of you fucking me doggystyle and making me cum all over your cock, and I'm going to have the kind of orgasm that leaves my toes tingling and my thighs trembling.

I hope you think of me the next time you cum, Diego, because it seems that I can't help but think of you almost every time I cum these days.

Mariana

She sent the message, closed her laptop, and put it back in the nightstand drawer. Mariana then pulled her panties aside, checked to make sure that Matt was still sleeping soundly, closed her eyes, and began to rub her clit.

The pleasure was instantaneous, and she did exactly as she'd described in her message. She thought of Diego taking her from behind. She thought of him pulling her hair and smacking her ass as he stretched her pussy with his big cock. She thought of telling him how good it felt to have him inside her.

Mariana's orgasm arrived as she imagined telling Diego that he fucked her better than her husband ever had. It was, in a way, a cruel thought - at least Matt would have thought it cruel - but it was exactly the kind of thing another man would want to hear, and it was the kind of thing that Mariana desperately wanted to say to her pen pal, who'd helped her discover a side to her sexuality that she hadn't known existed until they started messaging each other.

Mariana trembled with pleasure as she climaxed while fantasizing about her pen pal. She very nearly cried out in pleasure, too, biting her lip at the last second to prevent her moan from filling the bedroom and possibly luring Matt from his slumber.

Afterwards, Mariana felt a twinge of guilt alongside the overwhelming pleasure. It was a feeling she'd become increasingly accustomed to, though, and one that she knew wouldn't stop her from once again indulging in her desire for her newfound fantasies, for the pleasure they provided was far too strong to ignore.

"Will it be okay if I get dinner with the guys after golf?" Matt asked as he loaded his clubs into the trunk.

"Of course," Mariana replied. "Say hi to everyone for me."

They shared a lingering kiss and then she waved goodbye to her husband as he set off to spend most of his day on the golf course. Mariana knew some women would be frustrated at their husband leaving for half of a Sunday, but she wasn't one of those women.

The moment Matt pulled out of the driveway and headed off, Mariana rushed to the bedroom and pulled out her laptop. She got in bed, fired it up, and brought up her messages with Diego. Her face lit up when she saw a reply to her message from the night before.

My Dearest Mariana,

I must confess, I feel a touch of guilt myself. I'm single at the moment - and so grateful to have you in my life because of that - but I do feel a little guilty about, well, playing some part in the change in your sex life. After all, had we never met online there's a chance you'd still be having decent sex with your husband instead of thinking about another man.

On the other hand, I have to confess that I got hard when I thought about you not being able to cum with his cock inside you. I couldn't help it. I just loved the idea that our messages have aroused you - and satisfied you - to such a degree that you couldn't help but feel disappointed that your husband can't fuck you like I would. I hope you don't hate me for being so turned on by the fact that I could give you something your husband can't.

And, I hope you don't hate me for wanting to try and go further. I want you to think of me when he's inside you, Mariana. Even if the sex with him is good I want you to think of me. I want you to wonder if it would be better with me, if my cock would reach places your husband's doesn't, if I could fuck you better than he does.

I know we haven't sent pictures or videos yet, but I was wondering if I could send you a short video. I want to show you how hard you make me, Mariana. I want to show you what happens to my cock when I read your messages. Most of all, I want to show you how hard I get when I think of you wanting me while your husband is inside you.

If you'd prefer to keep it to text, that's okay too. I still want to write you. I still want to hear from you. I still want to share fantasies with you.

Diego

Mariana wanted to be the sort of woman that found Diego's arousal off-putting or insulting. She wanted to be the sort of woman that thought to defend her husband's honor, that would write a message back saying that Matt was good in bed in so many ways, and that it wasn't fair of Diego to think of Matt as being incapable of satisfying her.

In the moment, though, Mariana wasn't that kind of woman. Instead, she was the kind of woman that got turned on at the mere notion of Diego's incredible arousal. She liked that he found her distracted thoughts so thrilling. She liked that he wanted to try fan those flames.

Mariana felt a little nervous about seeing Diego's cock, but only because she worried it might be disappointing. He'd described himself as fit and handsome and blessed with a big cock, so if the video showed a big belly and a short cock it would shatter the vision of him that she'd built in her imagination.

Still, she couldn't resist, and it was almost entirely because she wanted to see proof that she aroused him. She wanted to see just how hard she made him. She wanted to see his desire for her.

My Dearest Diego,

I don't hate you for any of your desires. I can't imagine how I could hate a man that's given me so many intensely pleasurable orgasms, and that's opened my eyes to pleasures I'd never even considered.

If I'm being honest, the idea of seeing your cock excites me. In fact, I'm wet just thinking about it. I've imagined your cock so many times, but I'd love to see the real thing.

I'd love to see the cock that I've fantasized about worshiping with my eager mouth. I'd love to see the cock that I've fantasized about filling my tight pussy from behind. I'd love to see the cock that I've fantasized about flooding my cunt with so many thick loads of cum.

I'm all alone in the house for the next four or five hours, so if you get this message before then, just know that I'll have plenty of time to play with my pussy as I watch the video of your beautiful cock.

Mariana

Mariana sent the message and set her laptop aside. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and unbuttoned her pants. She slipped a hand into her panties and found the wetness she knew had formed between her pussy lips. As Mariana's fingers moved in and out of her cunt she moaned at every little touch against her clit as it sent electric shocks of pleasure throughout her loins.

Though she could have cum quickly, Mariana chose to hold off in hopes that Diego would get her message and send a video. She still wasn't entirely sure he was going to, but she'd already gotten to a place where she desperately hoped he would.

Instead of obsessively hitting refresh on her browser, Mariana did a little housework for the next half hour, starting a load of laundry and tidying up the kitchen before heading back to the bedroom, taking a deep breath, and leaning over the bed to look at her laptop and see if a message had come in.

To her utter delight, Diego had sent a reply. Mariana's heart pounded as she moved her cursor over it and clicked to open the message. She immediately saw a link - he'd made a video - and then read the message.

My Dearest Mariana,

You have no idea how happy it makes me to know that my desires don't upset you. I read your previous message - the one you sent last night - before filming this video. I hope you can see just how much it turns me on to think of you wanting me while your husband is inside you.

Also, I hope it's okay that I indulged in a little dirty talk during the video. I just couldn't help it, Mariana. Every time I think of you - and the things you've written me - I feel so desperate to have you, to fill you, to fuck you like I know you need to be fucked.

I look forward to hearing from you.

Diego

Mariana stood up and rested a hand on her chest. Her heart was racing, and she understood why. It felt like she was taking a step closer to true infidelity. It was one thing to write messages to someone, as that someone could have been literally anyone. It could have been a girl role playing as a guy. Seeing Diego's cock - and hearing his voice - would confirm that he was at least partially as he claimed to be. It was a small difference, but her pulse was absolutely racing because of that difference.

Of course, an excess of nerves did nothing to quell Mariana's desire. If anything, her lust was further enflamed as she took a step closer to truly cheating on her husband. She hastily stripped out of her clothes and climbed naked into the bed, which managed to feel naughtier, like she was actually preparing to get fucked. She set her laptop on a pillow next to her and moved the cursor until it hovered over the link.

Mariana clicked and a new window opened, taking her to a video hosting site. She saw a black screen with a big play button in the middle. Mariana clicked the button and she was greeted with the beautiful sight of Diego's long, thick, exceptionally hard cock. He was sitting in bed and holding his phone to shoot the video in POV style – and he was naked just like her - and he panned the camera to show that he too had his laptop open to Mariana's messages. He quickly panned it back to his cock and then wrapped his fingers around his glorious shaft and stroked slowly.

"This is how you make me feel, Mariana," Diego said in a confident, deep voice. "I get this way every time I read a message from you - and when I re-read them, too - but this last message made me harder than most. I couldn't help but think of you on your hands and knees asking your husband to fuck you, imploring him to give you what you want."

A drop of precum appeared at the tip and Diego gathered it and added just a bit of lubrication to his shaft. He moaned as his fingers slowly moved up and down in a manner that Mariana found utterly entrancing. She reached between her legs, dipped two fingers into her wet pussy, and masturbated as she watched Diego do the same thing.

"When I read that your husband wouldn't fuck you the way you wanted, I couldn't help but get so stiff, Mariana, because I know that I'd fuck you the way you need to be fucked. I know that I'd give you something your husband can't. I know that I'd satisfy you in a way he can't, and that turns me on in ways I didn't know I could be turned on," Diego said.

The head of his cock swelled up and more precum poured from the tip as he stroked his cock a little faster.

"I would have taken you from behind, Mariana. I would have crawled into the bed, slipped my cock into your tight, wet, needy pussy, and fucked you like your husband can't. I would have fucked you hard. I would have fucked you deep. I would have pounded your pussy until you were screaming in pleasure while your juices dripped onto the bed. I would have given you everything you needed, Mariana, and I would have made sure you had a body-shaking orgasm before I buried my cock inside you and filled your pussy with cum," he said.

Mariana was so close to cumming, but she held off. She was going to watch the video again, and again, and again, before she climaxed.

"I hope I've lived up to your expectations, Mariana, and thank you for letting me send this video. Perhaps, in the future, you'll let me send another," Diego added before the video came to an end.

Mariana pressed play again. She slipped three fingers into her pussy with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. She watched Diego masturbate and she listened to his dirty talk. She imagined being on her hands and knees for him. She imagined the beautiful cock she saw in the video filling her pussy over and over. She imagined him fucking her hard like he described. She imagined him making her cum all over his cock before pumping his cum into her cunt.

She watched the video twice more and experienced what she was quite certain was the best orgasm of her life just before the end of her final viewing. She saw stars and her fingers and toes tingled as her thighs trembled uncontrollably. It seemed to go on forever, too, and she actually dripped wondrous juices and soaked the bed beneath her. It was utterly perfect.

Once she'd recovered, Mariana closed her eyes and smiled as a beautiful sense of happiness came over her. It was in that happiness that a question arose. She wondered if she should make a video for Diego. After all, he'd been kind enough to show her his cock. Should she show him her pussy and how wet he made her? Should she masturbate for him like he'd masturbated for her?

She decided to think on it while she tended to a few more chores around the house. She had most of the afternoon to herself, after all, so there was plenty of time to have more fun.