The Email Game

As you’ll understand from this story of mine, I like to get involved… It’s something I eventually realized through various experiences. Our company had started another activity based on external collaborators. Among the collaborators were Mary and Alexis, a married couple for about four or five years. When you saw them together, you could tell they were a close pair, although clearly deprived of experiences—not sexual ones specifically, but life experiences in general.

Our cooperation was going smoothly; we spoke daily with almost everyone, until a strange little game started with Mary. I gave her my email so we could communicate better. One morning, I opened my inbox and saw a message from Mary. The subject line said only “Good morning,” and the body read: “It’s not a dream…” with an attached file. I opened it. It was one of those exotic beaches we’ve all seen… truly incredible. I thought about it for a moment, and right then, I decided to reply provocatively, knowing almost exactly what kind of response I’d get! Nice dreams, I wrote, but unfortunately just dreams. In my dreams, I do things I can’t do in reality, but unfortunately, by morning everything fades away. The reply came within minutes—it was exactly what I expected. What kind of dreams do you have? she asked me.

The game had begun! I can’t tell you, I replied, besides, they’re only dreams and dreams aren’t visible during the day… (what was I even saying?) adding that I had to leave because I had a meeting. I didn’t have any appointment, but as you’ve probably guessed, I said that to see how she’d react, to see how far I could take my game… and I sent it. Less than a minute passed and a new email arrived. She was asking me to tell her, come on, tell me, she insisted, anything you want! A magical offer! I didn’t reply. A second email came—won’t you tell me??????? Of course, I didn’t reply again! A few minutes later, my mobile rang. It was Mary. You won’t tell me? she said. Mary, I answered, what should I say now, forget it, kid, it was just a silly joke I made! I knew she’d insist on me telling her… and she did, in a whiny, pouty tone. The game was unfolding perfectly! I’ll tell you tomorrow, I said, and we hung up.

I started imagining various games with Mary. She’s a natural blonde, not very tall, with tits that could resurrect the dead. But what even a monk would notice about her were her lips—full and sensual. The thought of how my cock would feel between them made me instantly hard. My dick turned into a rocket; I had to watch one of the pornos I’d downloaded just to relieve myself. The next morning, when I got to the office, I immediately checked my email. She’d already sent two messages. I opened both—they were begging me to tell her. I replied. I told her I’d dreamt we were the two of us there, lying on that beach, sunbathing. But no one else should be there. Why not? she asked. Because I don’t want us to be wearing any clothes! I went on the offensive. Now it was her turn to either sit on it or misunderstand! What are you saying? she said to me. I thought I’d lost the game…

But as I was wondering what to reply, maybe to save myself, a new email arrived. First time, she wrote, after so many years of marriage, I actually wished I was there with someone else! My cock shot up instantly. It was only a matter of time. I told her I had some work near her office and I could stop by to talk a bit. Of course, she replied. When she opened the door, both of us were drenched in cold sweat. We both knew why I was there. At first, the conversation was small talk—weather and water, nothing about the “topic” we’d opened. After a while, I decided to leave, since I was literally trembling with anxiety… after all, she was married. I reached the door, Mary was following me, and suddenly I turned around—our faces came close. I grabbed her, pulled her into my arms, and kissed her on the mouth.

Her lips were a dream—juicy and intensely erotic. We kissed for a long time. My hands gently massaged her back until they reached her little ass. I felt her shiver, and of course, so did I. She didn’t resist. Her tongue, however, plunged even deeper into my mouth. Our lips were numb from kissing, my hands exploring her back and her ass. I started moving down her neck. With both hands, she caressed my hair. I felt amazing. I reached her tits and gently, with soft motions, freed them from the fantastic bra she was wearing (she never revealed to me where she bought it).

I softly sucked her nipples, my tongue now fully in charge. I pushed her onto a conference table in the office. I took off her blouse and continued licking her breasts while my hands caressed her legs, moving higher and higher toward her pussy. I gently, teasingly, stroked her over her panties. I could feel her softly pushing her pelvis toward my hand. I untied her bright red thong… her pussy was freed. Like a licking fanatic, I bent down and started softly licking her—very softly. As a woman slowly melts, she began moaning—baby, what are you doing down there? she whispered. I didn’t answer. I kept licking her passionately while she moaned and wet my mouth with her juices.

I stood up, and my cock was right in front of her pussy. I grabbed it and gently slid it inside her. It was tight, but very juicy. I didn’t make any rough moves—slowly, I pushed it in all the way to the root. Her nails scratched my back—something that turned me on immensely. I started moving rhythmically, and Mary moaned, never letting go of my lips, which now felt completely numb. Her pussy was the wettest I’ve ever seen. Literally dripping, driving me wild. My balls were soaked. I kept slowly thrusting into her, all the way to the bottom, and she made sure to flood my cock with her amazing juices. I laid her down on the table and continued taking her, now with her legs over my shoulders. I could feel her getting close, her face turning bright red. I suddenly pulled out and brought her pussy to my mouth. She screamed from pleasure. What are you doing there? she shouted. Baby, I whispered, I’m making you cum. I want all your wetness, I told her. After she calmed down somewhat, she got up, while all this time I was caressing her gently, waiting for her to recover… she got up and knelt in front of me. She started nibbling me with those incredible lips… I almost came many times, but she could tell and would stop…. She laid me down and climbed on top of me… my cock eagerly reached the bottom of her… she moved gently and rhythmically… that made my balls fill with sperm ready to be shot… I was sucking her tits and now and then caressing her ass… I haven't made love she told me like this… I'm so turned on she says and suddenly, she starts to come… it's the most arousing thing to make a woman come like Mary, with spasms… I felt I couldn't take it anymore, I put her on all fours and entered her from behind, while I caressed her ass, her back and her hair… she moaned breathlessly… I sped up a little and my balls were slapping against her ass cheeks. She realized I was close… she pulled away and turned toward me…

I want you to come in my pussy, she told me… I want you to do it because that way we will have made love completely…

I climbed on top of her… I started going in and out slowly despite my arousal and soon I started to come… I had never come so hard… Her pussy flooded with my cum while Mary smiled with pleasure… We stayed like that for a while caressing each other… she was seized by guilt about her husband… me too… but the days that followed, pushed our inhibitions aside…