Sexts

This is a sample of our teasing texts. Always two steps forward, one step back. This is our dance around the inevitable...

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Monday:

Me: "Haven't talked for a while. Got quite leaky last night, remembering how this started. Been trying to write it down...very stimulating...Any sexy thoughts from your week?...(can't believe I'm getting hard again while walking the dog...it's like an automatic thing whenever I text you)...?"

Me: "Hello? Bad time?"

Carol: "'He speaks to her (text) in ways no one before him had and that's why it's impossible for her to not listen'"

Me: "An encouraging quote no less, where from?...Here are my walk thoughts which I wasn't going to send...but now will x...I can't get image of slowly but rhythmically sliding in and out of you while standing in our hall. Clothes on but undies stripped and on the floor...against the wall...lifting one leg...wanting to get as deep inside you as I can...you're so wet...panting...back and forth...my balls slapping against your wide open lips...now holding myself in you...slowly grinding against your clit...flexing inside you...so goood...'not inside'...'not inside'...my fingers going to your mouth...your eyes closed...little tremors going through your body as your tongue plays with my invading digit...circling it...drooling on it...'I'm going to cum in you'...I flex again...'uuunnnnhh'...'not inside'...'no'...flex...'nnnn'...I lift your leg even higher...I can feel your juices oozing around my cock...sliding down my balls...a steady stream...collecting and then dripping onto the floor...I pull back slightly and then push in again...my rhythm now building...aching to explode inside..."

Carol: "I am biting my lip...At an Expo out in the suburbs for 2 days. Seeing you on Wednesday for family dinner?"

Carol: "No cumming inside...naughty boy...on my breasts maybe...or in my mouth?"

Me: "???...of course cumming inside...maybe with a condom (ribbed? Never bought them before)...so you could take it with you...after...tied up, full to bursting...sitting on your passenger seat...or nestling like a small water balloon in between your pantyless thighs...up against your lips...still wet...a reminder of your sin that you can reluctantly throw in a bin outside your own house so it can sit there and taunt you about how bad you were...pulling into your driveway...finally adjusting your skirt...but maybe giving your pussy a final languid stroke...before you get out of the car in your driveway, find that bin...deposit my deposit, and go inside to greet your family...having just been mind fucked by someone else...someone you'll be seeing again in two days time...who'll be grabbing your bum unseen by the family in greeting...or as a parting thought at the end of the evening, might slip you an unused condom packet...xx"

Me: "Can you orgasm while selling life insurance?...don't be surprised if the aromas from between your legs bring all the old blokes stampeding toward you...xx"

Carol: "Bob bob .. OMG when you are on, you are on! Delete, delete, delete"

Me: "...At the chemist now...ribbed or smooth?...your choice...after all it's going inside you..."

Me: "Come on...Ribbed, smooth or ultra thin?...surely you have an opinion?...don't want to disappoint you as you're rolling it down my quivering cock..."

Me: "Left chemist now..now your disappointing me...I just want it to feel good for you as I'm sliding into you for the first time...or is it that you want it raw when I bend you over and fuck you from behind...? Your choice...two days to go...tell me."

Tuesday:

[Had asked whether Carol had any thoughts still based on the masturbatory fantasies that I'd sent her...]

Carol: "Still think about the hallway, the deck the car and being fucked and fingered, bent over and all the while saying 'no' but you liking, and I liking, way too much to stop. You feeling me and it being now real and totally too good for me too...so we do what you have jerked off too so often...always slow and teasing then no, no, no, and then yes, but not all the way, holding back because if feels too good to let it be over"

Me: "...Did the old men flock to you yesterday...your scent..."

Carol: "All men, all ages...not scent - something else (good topic to discuss one day with you). It's like they see through to my thoughts, often I feel exposed.

Ps...No comment on a small amount of evil text?"

Me: "Comment! No!...I desperately want to jerk off right now...I've had to change my underpants and am starting to soak through the next pair!...Thank god kids are obliviously playing computer game in next room...can't play as much as I would like...but can still play...have got a few more pairs...wanna see?"

Carol: "No...delete, delete, delete"

Me: "Will you let me press against your peach on Wednesday night?..."

Carol: "Will you let me open mouth kiss you and let me slide my hands down your pants and touch you?"

Carol: "And Yes, I will bend over to allow easier access to press firmly against my peach"

Carol: "Blood flowing yet?"

Me: "Tongue kissing...mmm...hanging out for...in the kitchen...or the bathroom...pressing...in crowd?...under table?...or alone with excuse?...blood flowing...not only...another pair of undies needed...gee the expo must be going off! Like bees to a honeypot...a wet honeypot?"

Me: "...Let you??...can I grab your hand and place it there even if you seem reluctant...?"

Carol: "Yes. Love you to place my hand on anything you want pleasured BUT No chance of anything at Grans (she has razor eyes and intense radar) it will be V exciting NOT to be able to touch at ALL but knowing thoughts we both have and for me tingling and clenching my thighs together to intensify feel between my legs. Not at Expo today (only for the last 2 days). Again need to talk to you about the male draw thing and me..."

Me: "Btw...have now had to change pants as well...leaked through!...using toilet paper in my undies to soak up flow...would ideally like to be standing naked from waist down...you sitting in front of me...my cock proudly free...flexing...and with every pulse a fresh droplet of clear sex fluid...forming...starting to fall...hanging...above your outstretched tongue...only inches away from my heat...connected by a string of pre-cum...our eyes staring into one another...I pulse again...another deposit...and you draw your tongue back into your mouth...the string now connecting to your lips...smeared across them...slightly open...beckoning...a soft wet pillow to nestle in...an inch away...you can smell my desire...it's right under your nose...throbbing...leaking...I take its too tight foreskin in my fingers and slowly slide it fully back...my naked sensitive head now fully exposed...engorging...my foreskin now acting like a cock-ring around its flared head...leaking profusely...turning an angry red as more blood flows and it fills even more...aching for relief...to nestle...to release...torture...help me?"

Me: "Picture coming. Warning. Warning...will give you a minute from now!"

Carol: "No no picture please"

Carol: "No definitely not!"

[Wet dick pic sent by me]

Me: "So wet...engorged...like this!...saturated...hard...burning...so sensitive and soft... yet I want it to invade your every opening...open and slide and keep on sliding...relentlessly...till your so full you can't breath...till you're as desperate for my release as I am...my churning balls up against your chin...or your clit...or your vagina...my hard length stretching your forbidden opening...fully encased...throbbing...desperate to flood you...your anus squeezing...wanting...pushing...hating...sore...desperate...'no, no, pull out'..."

Carol: "But you will need to teach me what to do with your cock? Standing, sitting, all fours...my mouth or laying down? I am a willing student but will need you to tell me over and over again..."

Me: "I have to see your open pussy lips...Please...please...go to the loo...pull down your pants...mute your phone sounds and take a picture...now!"

Carol: "Love it when you get demanding with me, like the take charge and take me...just how you want me. Like you lusting but no, no, no photo of the prize between my thighs"

Me: "I want to rub my cock head over every inch of your pussy lips, dip in and out, stroke your clit with my opening...pulse onto it...slicken it up...caress it with my flared burning head...nestle...twitch...flex over and over again...and in your heat...your need...you grab its base and hungrily feed me into you...take a photo now!...I need to flick between my cock and your cunt...seeing...feeling...NOW!"

Me: "...You can do it too...Are you saying my picture doesn't affect you?...did you look closely?...I'm so wet...and hard...that's all pre-cum...my cock is desperate!...I might have to let it out by itself so I can get some peace!...picture now!"

Carol: "Want, want, want,...feeding you into me so slowly and me making sounds as you go deeper... I am tight but will try to fit you"

Me: "Picture now...you can touch yourself while your there...imagining the penetration..."

Me: "Am out with junior and dog for next 1/2 hour...picture when I get back...need your cunt...need its fullness...slipperiness...juice...send it to me...(hard in the park, its not a good look!)"

Carol: "Meanwhile please promise with a cherry (mine) on top to delete all so far right NOW xx."

Me: "Only if a pic is coming right now!"

Carol: "Not fair, that's blackmail!! You must delete ALL! Promise and confirm with me now. Do you also delete your computer history always? P"

Me: "Always...deleted...but when you've sent pic, will have to do again...no banana and peach...was wanting that little moment in time when they could be side by side...come on...you might even enjoy the naughtiness of it..."

Me: "Need pic...at home...Still horny...dull blue ball ache now..."

Carol: "No, no, no,...such pressure...Good, very good things happen to those who wait. Always worth the wait...Delete, delete, delete."

Me: "Neeeed now...demanding wet dicked boy...waiting is for the birds...and not the big titted, wet pussied ones...come on you've done it before...the sky didn't fall...and I now have those images locked into my brain...stimulating me...as I hope my cock pleases you...gets you puffy...plump...send pic."

Carol: "I can't do it...tempting but not yet...Delete, delete, delete please"

Me: "You can do it...if you're not wet and turned on now I'm not sure when you will be...you must be dribbling if your like me...stop being good...be dirty...lustful...give over to your dark side...I've got to see...or I might have to be inappropriate tomorrow night so I can feel it first hand instead...go on...before you leave this afternoon...promise..."

Carol: "I AM all of the above of course. Like you can't do phone, I can't do pics YET but will think about it - promise. NO, Nothing tomorrow night as remember what I said earlier - very important."

Me: "I've done phone...I've jerked off as you've been speaking!...I've put myself out there...found that it wasn't that hard...yes not my preference (yet)...but don't you want to please me...? Go that bit further than you've ever done before...live the sexual creature you say you are...for me...your depraved friend...still leaking."

Carol: "Ok, Mr won't take no for an answer, you do deserve all although you must say today I have indulged more than ever verbally (encouragement??) but not now or today but soon. I have to know you really really want or desire me."

Me: "What does a dripping erect cock say to you if not that?...your verbage has been stellar and so has sent me into this visual frenzy need...I need to see what I'd be pressing into...splitting apart...cumming in."

Carol: "Ok - You win...but not today but very soon xx.

Delete all now please"

Me: "When?...now is good...you'll back out later on...hence my urgency...so I've got a brain image for tomorrow night...will only make it hotter..."

Me: "...just like your lips...nipple...panties are still locked in there...see I even got an involuntary flex just thinking about them...more leaking..."

Carol: "Delete, delete, delete"

Me: "If you sent something, I never got it...Need pic...I want something TO delete..."

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Ever the tease, Carol never sent the pic and despite further requests the next day, she wouldn't come at my suggestion of no panties (for both of us) instead...BUT she did come over to our house before the dinner, so we 3 went together (Alice had stayed home from work that Wednesday, and Carols hubby, Ted, had opted out).

As a result, I (underpantless and erect), was able to grab and caress Carols arse as we walked from the car-park, and as we waited at the gate, I actually pressed my throbbing erection against her bottom , my wife just in front of both of us. Not only did Carol not swat me away she actually pushed back against me!...AND...I of course was seated opposite Carol at dinner.

A few wines later, I pushed it by starting to play footsie under the table. She responded, pinning my leg between her calves, rubbing up and down. I decided to go a little further and kicked off one of my boots. I then raised my foot between her legs and began sliding it forward, between her (quickly closing!) black stocking covered thighs. She looked at me incredulously but I only glanced at her and continued on with the conversation with my father-in-law, who was seated next to her!. She did not grab my foot and push me away. She didn't do anything except slightly lessen the restriction of her thighs on my foot! Naturally I took this as a go, and began sliding further up, finally coming to the gloriously warm junction that had so occupied my fevered mind over the last few days.

Again Carol was glaring at me and the alarm bells were going off as her reaction was noticeable and there were 6 other people engaged in conversation at the table...but no pushing away!...I began flexing my toes against the soft mound and Carols reactions became more pronounced so I stopped shortly thereafter, withdrew my foot and somehow managed to slip my foot back into my boot.

I had just rubbed up against Carol's vagina!

I was stiff and excused myself to go to the loo. While wiping the pre-cum off me and vaguely trying to dry off the numerous pools of pre-cum now dampening my actual jeans, I texted Carol at the table with my now old hat line of, "I really need to fuck you...now! Come to the loo...", but that was a major step too far. I got no response, no visitor and I left the bathroom and the dinner soon after...balls blue, and aching...

Sexual Physical contact had been made and while not fully reciprocated, my advances hadn't been rejected. This was a major step up in our relationship and who knew what tomorrow would bring...!

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Thursday:

[The morning after]

Me: "Fuck fuck fuck...I love the mind fucking, but illicit physical contact is unbelievable!!...pressing my erection into your bottom and you pushing back...mind blowing...so horny...dripping and hard again all night...tell me you love it and want more...show me your split wet fanny lips...show me...I need to release with that image in front of me...you promised"

Carol: "Agree. I couldn't believe how right it felt when you pressed against me..."

Me: "I want to come up to your work tomorrow and tongue kiss you in the car while I've got my hand up your skirt and you've got your hand on my cock...both of us stroking slowly...kissing so deeply that we forget where we are...whispering...'deeper'...'harder'...'just there'...'again'...I'm actually trembling with the thought...Junior at party in park tomorrow...shall I cum?"

Carol: "No you can't Bob. I can't believe you doing that to me under the table. I think Gran saw!. I told you she's got radar"

Me: "Did you get that barrage of texts from your sex fevered friend last night?...I've woken up today and can't get it out of my head...we have to fuck too!...Full stop...very happy to do everything up to it first, but my penis inside you has to happen...so good."

Carol: "What are you doing to me Bob. It's so addictive...but we have to stop!"

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Thursday post script:

Suffice to say, after a lot of pleading on my part, balking on hers, I got to empty my aching balls onto my bathroom floor with Carols painted-nail fingers covering, and inserted into, her wet, succulent, pussy lips...in a picture...on my phone...in front of me. Tooo gooood.

More little steps toward the inevitable...