Her Very Dirty Pen Pal - Part 1

Mariana stared up at the bedroom ceiling and took a deep breath. She held it for three seconds and let it out slowly. She repeated the process a handful of times, but it didn’t work. Her mind felt just as clouded with desire.

She sat up and looked at her husband. Matt was sleeping peacefully - and deeply, it seemed - on his side. She listened to his slow, rhythmic breathing and wished that she too was lost in her dreams. Mariana was lost in a different kind of headspace, though. One dominated by thoughts of another man, a man she'd never met, but a man she felt like she knew so well.

Mariana leaned over, gently opened her nightstand drawer, and pulled out her laptop. She sat against the headboard, opened her computer, and booted it up. Matt remained still - the light of her laptop didn't seem to disturb his slumber - and Mariana opened a browser and directed it to Reddit. She signed in - with the secret account she'd started a few weeks ago - and brought up the messages she'd been sending back and forth with Diego.

She began to type out a message. She needed to express her desire, to share the fantasy she’d had.

My Dearest Diego,

It's late. I should be asleep, but instead I'm thinking of you. I see you when I close my eyes. I can almost feel you. Your lips against mine. Your hands moving over my body. Our tongues entwining. Our passion growing.

I feel guilty. My husband is sleeping right next to me and I'm writing to another man, to a stranger, really. I've never met you before. I've never even seen you, and yet I feel such intense desire for you that I can't sleep.

It seems that I've gotten a little bit addicted to what we've been doing...to these letters we send each other. The moment I send you something I feel desperate for your reply. I want to know if I've made you feel anything close to what you make me feel. I want to know if I've excited you, if I've stoked your desire in the same way you stoke mine.

Since I can't sleep, I thought I'd try and make you desire me in the same way I desire you. Oh, and I know I said I feel guilty about writing you while my husband is sleeping next to me, but it turns me on, too. Just the thought of expressing how badly I want to make you feel good, how badly I want to give my body to you - the thought of doing that while he's right next to me is intoxicatingly sexy.

I had a little fantasy tonight. I think it's what made it so I couldn't sleep. I imagined that you knew my husband, that you'd come to town to visit and that we'd invited you to stay with us. I imagined you were sleeping in the guest bedroom right down the hallway. I imagined that the notion that the man I wanted so badly was right down the hallway made it impossible for me to sleep.

That desire - my desire for you - drove me out of bed. I checked to make sure I hadn't woken up my husband and then I slipped out of the bedroom. I closed the door as gently as I could, waited again to make sure he hadn't stirred, and then tiptoed towards the guest bedroom.

My heart pounded as I stood outside the door. I contemplated going back to bed - cheating on my husband while he was just one room away seemed insane - but I couldn't help myself. I reached down and grasped the door handle. I turned it slowly. I stepped inside the guest room.

You were sleeping shirtless. Your muscular chest and arms were exposed. I shut the door and resisted the urge to leap into the bed and onto your beautiful body. Instead, I slowly moved towards you. I pulled the covers back. I saw a bulge in your underwear. You were half hard. I wondered - hoped, really - that you were dreaming of me.

I worked your underwear off. I thought I might wake you, but you remained fast asleep. I crawled between your legs. I took your beautiful cock into my mouth. I closed my lips around it. I licked and sucked on the head. You moaned in your sleep. For a moment I panicked at the idea of you moaning so loudly you'd wake my husband up, but you didn't.

Your eyes opened. You looked down at me. You looked down and saw your friend's beautiful wife with your cock in her mouth. You saw my eyes light up. You smiled. I took you deeper in my mouth. I took you into my throat. I showed you just how badly I want to make you feel good. I fought off my gag reflex and took you in my throat over and over. I did it because I desperately wanted to make you feel good, because every fiber of my being was dedicated to turning you on in that moment.

I could have made you cum in my mouth - and I would have happily swallowed for you - but I wanted more than that. I wanted to feel you inside me. I needed to feel you inside me. So I kissed my way up your body. I straddled you. I pulled aside the lace panties I'd worn to bed. I took you inside me. I didn't bother with a condom. I didn't want to use a condom. I wanted you to cum inside me.

You took my camisole off as you entered me. Your strong hands found my breasts and I moaned at your confident touch. I moved my hips back and forth over your perfect cock. I moaned again at how deep you were inside me, how much deeper you filled me than my husband does. I rubbed my clit against your pelvis and my body came alive with pleasure. I knew I'd cum. I knew I'd have the kind of orgasm I've craved ever since we started writing each other.

You told me you were close. I smiled and told you to cum inside me. You asked about my husband. I told you I didn't care about him in that moment, that you were the only man I cared about. I told you that I need you to cum inside me, that I needed to give you every bit of satisfaction that you deserved. I told you that my pussy was yours in that moment, and that it was your right to cum inside me.

We came together. I felt your cock throbbing inside me. I felt you cumming in my pussy as my body trembled from the pleasure of an orgasm so powerful I could barely keep my eyes open.

I collapsed on top of you and we kissed. Our tongues mingled as your cock remained inside me. I could feel a little of your cum dripping out of me and it put a smile on my face.

Eventually, I climbed off your cock, put my panties on, and left the guest bedroom. I crawled into bed next to my husband. I felt your cum dripping out of me and into my panties. I fell asleep with ease. I dreamed of you.

Did I turn you on, Diego? Did my fantasy make you want me? I can't wait to hear from you.

Mariana

Mariana hit send, looked towards Matt once more, and then reached under the covers and pushed a hand into her panties. She smiled at the intense wetness she discovered. She slipped a finger into her pussy with ease and slowly masturbated, for her body hummed with desire after sharing her fantasy - a fantasy she'd indulged in earlier that night - with Diego.

Though Mariana felt guilty about masturbating with Matthew sleeping right next to her, she couldn't help her overwhelming desire. Sharing her fantasy has only enflamed it and Mariana knew she wouldn't be able to sleep if she didn't cum.

She scrolled up to the previous message from Diego. In it, he described the two of them meeting in a hotel room and the things they'd do together. He'd put quite a lot of effort into the message, offering Mariana a wealth of content to fantasize about. It was him fucking her in the shower that she found most arousing, though. Mariana wasn't quite sure why, but she liked the idea of Diego pressing her up against an elegantly tiled wall and sliding into her pussy from behind.

She read the passage he'd written and imagined his wet body pressed up against hers while his cock explored the depths of her pussy. She felt his strong hands on her breasts, squeezing them hard while he lost himself in his desire to have her, to take her, to fill her over and over with his big cock, to provide her with the kind of pleasure she craved. There was something about the animalistic nature of the sex he'd described that Mariana loved, and she closed her eyes and came hard while thinking of giving Diego her body in that manor, of meeting him in a hotel for a weekend of wild, unprotected sex where he flooded her pussy with his cum over and over.

Mariana closed her eyes and smiled blissfully as the pleasure of an orgasm bounced through her body. She pulled her fingers from her panties, wiped the wetness on the sheets, and sent a quick message to Diego.

My Dearest Diego,

I just read your previous message again. You made me cum so hard when I read about you fucking me from behind in the shower. You've made me cum so many times since we started writing each other. Thank you. I can't wait to hear from you.

Mariana

She turned off her laptop, slid it into the nightstand drawer, and drifted off to sleep.

The sound of the shower lured Mariana from her slumber. She saw Matt step into the bathroom and gently shut the door as he did every morning. He always tried his best not to wake her up - he was a kind man and a wonderful husband - and she smiled.

Mariana thought of joining her husband in the shower. She thought of treating him to an early morning handjob to give him a bit of pleasure before he got ready for work. She very nearly did it, too, but then she thought of Diego. She thought of what she'd masturbated to the night before, of the orgasm she'd had while imagining her pen pal fucking her in a hotel shower.

Mariana retrieved her laptop from the nightstand. She made her way to Reddit. Her heart beat a little harder and her loins tingled when she saw she had a new message. It was from Diego.

My Dearest Mariana,

I'm sorry you had trouble sleeping, but I can't think of anything better to wake up to than a naughty message from the woman that's come to dominate my fantasies.

I loved what you wrote. I stroked my cock and thought of you as I read it. You made me so hard, Mariana. I'm still so hard as I think of you leaving your marital bed to come to me. I hope you don't mind that I'm turned on by the idea of you cheating on your husband because you're so desperate to have me inside you. I can't help but find that thrilling. I can't help but want you even more when I think of you being willing to take me inside you while he's sleeping just a room away.

I like that I made you cum again, Mariana. In fact, I love that I made you cum again. And, I hope it's okay to admit that I love that it was the thought of being fucked from behind in the shower that made you cum so hard.

There are times when I think I might have trouble controlling my desire for you if we were ever lucky enough to meet. I know I'd want to make love to you, Mariana, but I'm not sure I could the first time we met. I'm not sure I'd be able to do anything other than fuck you, and fuck you hard. I think I'd be so overcome with lust, with desire, with an overpowering need to have you that I wouldn't be able to be slow and gentle. I'd need to take you hard, to fuck you until your eyes had rolled back in your head, your body was trembling with pleasure, and all you could do was mumble and groan because you'd lost the ability to utter even a single word.

Would you let me have you in that way, Mariana? Would your desire match mine? Would you feel a need to be fucked like that, to be taken hard, to be taken aggressively?

Mariana looked up from the screen and towards the bathroom door as she thought that yes, she would absolutely let Diego take her in that manner. She was desperate to masturbate, too - Diego's descriptions of his desire for her had left Mariana soaked - but she didn't want Matt to walk out and see her playing with her pussy. He was still in the shower, though. It was safe to slip a hand into her panties and rub her clit as she continued to read her pen pal's lusty missive.

I see you in a skirt, a pair of heels, and a tight top for our first meeting. I'd kiss you the moment we were alone. A fiercely passionate kiss. The kind of kiss where our bodies meld. The kind where you can feel my desire for you, my overwhelming need.

I lift your shirt over your head. You unhook your bra. I pick you up and set you in the bed. I kiss my way down your beautiful body. You moan as I kiss, lick, and suck on your breasts. I lift your skirt and tear your panties off. I dive into your pussy. My fingers go first and my tongue follows. I lick your clit and reach up to play with your breasts. I can't help but get a little rough - I'm too turned on not to - and you moan. You like that I'm so desperate for you, that my desire is so overwhelming.

I stand up and strip. You move towards me. I see the desire in your eyes. You reach for my cock. You want to take me in your mouth, to suck me, to make me feel good. I want your pussy, though. I want it desperately, so I step back, denying you my cock. I tell you to spin around on your hands and knees, to present your pussy. You do so without hesitation. You push your hips back and I see your pussy lips part. I see the wetness inside you.

I stroke my cock as I approach the bed. I slip two fingers into your pussy and you moan. You push your hips back, swallowing more of my flesh. You moan again. You look over your shoulder and I see the desperation in your eyes. You look like a woman who hasn't been properly fucked in years, like a woman who needs what I'm about to give her.

You beg me to fuck you. You beg me to put my cock inside you. You're so desperate that you can't help it. I smile and smack your ass. I pull my fingers from your pussy. I push my cock between your plump, wet lips and plunge inside you. I fill you and your moans reverberate around the room.

I'm inside you, but I don't move. I tell you to fuck yourself with my cock. You put your head down and keep your ass up. You move your hips back and forth. Your slick pussy swallows my cock over and over. You pleasure yourself - and my cock - and I smile at your desperation.

I lean forward and put a hand on your shoulder. I pull back and you rise up onto your hands and knees. You look over your shoulder. You open your mouth to say something and I slip two fingers between your lips. You smile and your eyes light up. You suck on my fingers as I begin to fuck you from behind. I fuck you hard and fast. The sound of my body slamming into yours fills the room. You close your eyes and moan around my fingers, but you don't stop sucking.

I pull my fingers from your mouth and you immediately tell me to fuck you harder. I grab a handful of your hair and pull back. You moan. I fuck you harder. I give you what you want. I pound your married pussy. I pound it with my bare cock. I let my lust take over. I fuck you aggressively, powerfully, like you haven't been fucked in a long time.

You reach down to play with your clit as I pound you. Your breathing gets heavier. You're close to cumming. You beg me to cum inside you. You beg me to fuck you hard and cum in your married pussy.

I cum inside you. I empty my load into your married pussy. You cum right along with me. I release my grip on your hair and your head falls to the bed. I pull out of your pussy and admire how it gapes open after the fucking I gave you.

After that, we make love, but it's that first time that stands out in our memories, for it's that first time that is the release of all the passion we've built up writing each other. It's that first time we'll write about when we part. It's the first time that will live in our fantasies.

I can't wait to hear from you again, Mariana.

Diego

Mariana came as she imagined Diego fucking her from behind with a tight grip on her hair. She came while thinking that Matt had never fucked her like that, that she'd never wanted her husband to fuck her like that, and yet she felt an intense level of pleasure at the idea of Diego - a man she'd never met - taking her in that manner.

She was lost in the throes of her orgasm when Matt turned the shower off. Mariana closed her laptop, let the last remnants of her orgasm wash through her, and then set it back in the nightstand drawer.

Matt emerged from the bathroom a few moments later. Mariana smiled at her husband and he smiled back. She worried he could tell she'd just had an orgasm, but his gaze lingered on her for only a few moments before he headed for the closet to get ready for work.

A wave of guilt washed over Mariana. She wasn't cheating in the traditional sense, but she was fantasizing about fucking another man and telling that other man all about it. Matt would have been well within his rights to be upset at that. Mariana knew it wouldn't stop her from writing to Diego, though. She couldn't resist. It was far too pleasurable, far too exciting, and the orgasms were far too satisfying.

Mariana resolved to give Matt the attention he deserved, though, and she resolved to do it that night. A nice lingerie set, a glass of wine, and a little bit of seduction would ensure a good orgasm for him, which was the least she could do.

Of course, she'd also find time to write to Diego, for that was a desire Mariana couldn't help but tend to, even if she felt a little guilty afterwards.