The Affair You Wish You Had: Sauna

You text me late one night. You're horny. I leave the kids and my husband watching TV and retreat upstairs, phone in hand. I close the door softly.

You have an idea. A fantasy. As you describe it to me, our messages become dirtier and dirtier. I type with one hand down my pants, teasing out the finer details of your pornographic daydream. I'm not satisfied until I hear you cum. You tell me you've made a mess. I wish I was there to lick it up...

Instead, I promise to make your fantasy come true. You give me the address, the time. We'll both need to call in sick to work next Friday. I commit the plan to memory and, as per the rules, clear our chat history and grab my vibrator. I finish myself off with slow, deep thrusts, rubbing my clit and stifling my moans.

It takes ten years to get to Friday. Every day, I think of what you described. I want to make it happen just how you imagined it. I get off on seeing the lust in your eyes.

Friday morning I pack the bikini you bought me into my laptop bag and drive half an hour to the address supplied. I park and walk casually to the door, but my hands are trembling and I can feel myself getting juicy already. The receptionist inside explains how it works, and shows me to a change room. I step out of my black dress - no underwear to bother with - and into the tiny bikini. I've never worn so little in public before. I tie a towel around my waist and let myself into the steam room.

It's hard to see anything at first beyond a few shapes in the mist. I move further into the room and make out which shape is you. I sit next to you, saying nothing. You smell like you always smell: the sexiest fucking smell on earth. You're leaning back with your eyes closed. I look down. You're already hard, your dick straining the fabric of your shorts. I draw in a sharp breath. My heart pounds.

Slowly, subtly I place my hand on your thigh. Inch by inch I slide it up towards your shorts, which are loose. Roomy. I hear you inhale, hard. I slide my hand into the leg of your shorts and touch your cock lightly with my fingertips. You open your eyes and look down at me. Your eyelashes are wet. The look you give me is indescribably sexy. I grasp your cock in my hand and begin to stroke.

Just then, I feel your hand on my shoulder. I look up. You signal with your eyes to the other side of the steam room. A woman is sitting opposite us. Watching us. I go to remove my hand but you grab my wrist and hold it there. You return her stare. Casually, she lets one strap of her red bikini slide off her shoulder. She slides her hand into her top, fondling her breast as she watches us.

We have an audience.

Game on.

I push the fabric of your shorts aside and free your cock entirely. Leaning down, I hold back my hair so she can see my mouth as I lick a drop of pre-cum off your tip. Then I swallow you whole. You groan and hold the back of my neck. I suck hard, the way you like it. I turn my head and sneak a glance at her. She has her hand down her bikini bottom now, her glazed eyes fixed on us. Her hand moves slowly, the other tweaking her nipple. I can't see your face, but I bet you're staring. You reach around and grab a handful of my arse roughly. I speed up my pace and suddenly your body jerks, and my mouth is full of your cum.

I swallow, sit up and wipe my mouth.

"Good girl," you say under your voice. Our friend in the red bikini has her eyes closed now, but her hand is still moving beneath her bikini. My pussy is aching at the sight. I slide my own hand down my pants but you catch my wrist again.

"Wait."

The woman has one hand buried deep in her cunt while the other squeezes her tit. We watch her for a minute like that until her eyes close and she whimpers as she brings herself to orgasm. I'm jealous. I'm tired of waiting for my turn.

I grab your hand and lead you out of the steam room to the plunge pool in the adjacent room. We're alone here. We slide into the water. It's the perfect temperature. I waste no time.

I press you against the pool wall and kiss you savagely. I taste like cum but I don't care. I wrap my legs around your waist. You pull aside the scrap of fabric that passes for my bikini bottom and lightly run a finger all the way down me, starting with my clit. Oh yes. I'm aching for you to fuck me but you tease me with more slow strokes from one end to the other, driving me wild. I bury my face in your chest as you linger over every stroke. I want you inside me. It has to be now.

I reach down and push you far enough away to release your dick from your shorts. I plunge down onto it, legs still around your waist. Water bubbles around us from the jets, hiding what we're doing. Jesus Christ, you fill me up and it feels better than anything. I cry out and you put your hand over my mouth to stop me.

I rise up and down the length of your cock, gathering speed. I'm so turned on, I know I won't last long but I can't help it. You've had your fun. This is my turn. I put my hand down and rub my clit as you hold me around my waist, bouncing me hard on your dick. I feel my orgasm building and building in me until I crash off the cliff, biting your hand as my cunt squeezes around you. A second later I feel your cum pumping into me for the second time that day.

When I can speak, I ask you the inevitable question. Better in real life? Or better in your imagination?

"You know the answer," you say. I smile.

"My fantasy next," I say. I have a whole mental library to choose from. And the hottest, most perverted co-conspirator to help me make them come true.

Where to next?