It had been a while since they last met up. Key to not getting caught was to not get carried away. It was another thing she mastered. While he was wanting to meet her as often as possible, she regularly denied him or told him it was not a good time to get together.
They also switched to using snapchat after sheer luck prevented his wife from finding out about his affair. He was showing her some pictures on his phone when he realized that if his lover texted him right there and then, he'd be in big trouble. Logging off from snapchat prevented sudden textmessages popping up and gave him some peace of mind when he left his phone lying on the table.
Other than that, he tried to be the same man he always had been in his marriage. The marriage still sucked when it came to the sex aspect of it, but his wife seemed to be happy. They still had their same arguments and he still tried to initiate sex like he did before he found his lover. He did everything to make it appear as if nothing had changed, despite having found a new sexual bliss.
He hadn't heard from her in a few days when he noticed he got a snapchatpic. She was his only contact, so he knew it had to be from her. It was late at night and he was alone on his couch. Even before opening it he felt how blood rushed to his cock. He stroked his bulge through his pants a few times as he opened the picture.
There she was, laying naked and blindfolded, tied spreadeagle to a bed. The caption read: "Gonna be a busy night ;)"
"What the hell? Who took this picture? Where was she?"
At the same time he got turned on massively. The picture was on a timer. He decided to open it once more and take another look. He knew that pussy so well. And her nipples were so hard. But what was she up to? He tried to call her through snapchat, but the call wasn't answered.
"Ah, It caught your attention huh?", her account texted.
>"Who is this?"
<"Did you enjoy the view?"
>"Yes, of course! But who are you? And what's happening?"
<"Be patient. You'll find out."
<"Eventually ;)"
After that last message a short clip was sent. He saw how a hand stroked his lovers legs, ran fingers along her pussy and he heard how she moaned. A second look made him realise it was a womans hand.
Kelley?
It must be Kelley. He had been told quite a few stories about her. Cause after he was told in the parking garage that Kelley had covered for her numerous times, he had asked how that came to be. After a quick date in a hotel room, she had told him about Kelley.
"She was my teammate in the college swimteam. We hit it off from the start immediately. We trained together, obviously, but also went out together, spent lots of time with eachother. We just became very good friends."
She had shown him a picture of them both. They were wearing a bright blue swimsuit. Kelley was a redhead, with long hair. Her boobs where relatively small, but he noticed big nipples poking through the swimsuit.
"She looks hot!"
"She hasn't changed much since then. And she's the reason I enjoy having sex with women aswell. She got me into it."
"Tell me how."
He lay on the bed in the hotelroom and got hard again as she told him about how one night they went out into town and how after a few drinks Kelley had kissed her in a bar. She liked it and kissed her back. A bit later they found themselves in the bathroom putting their hands down eachothers pants and rubbing eachothers pussy while french kissing eachother.
Nothing else happened that night between her and Kelley, but it was the start of wicked hot sexual adventures.
He snapped out of the reminiscing when he got another text.
<"Are you free?"
He decided to bluff.
>"Yes Kelley, you have my complete attention :D."
<"You guessed it!"
