November 29^th, 2024

Last weekend I had sex with a married man for the first time. Greg was really uncomfortable about the whole situation, which is fair, and he told me that he “doesn’t think it’s a good idea” to do it again but we could still text, which is a little odd. Like, if he doesn’t want to meet up, why not cut me out entirely? It seemed like he wanted to have it both ways, so I decided to play a game.

Yesterday morning we were texting a little flirty and around noon he told me that he was leaving to his in-laws house for the afternoon and to have Thanksgiving dinner with them so he wouldn’t be very responsive. I told him to have fun. I didn’t have anyone to do Thanksgiving with this year (which is fine, I never really connected with this holiday anyway), so I sat at home watching my comfort shows and eating sandwiches.

In the middle of the afternoon I sent him the first nude picture. It was tasteful, a mirror selfie with my back turned so that no boobs or genitals were showing. About ten minutes later he sent me back a shocked face emoji, and I immediately send him the next one, still classy, but with my tits front and center. Over the next five hours I dropped him another nude every twenty minutes to an hour, each one getting more explicit than the last until by evening I was sending him pictures of me using a vibrator while wearing my butt plug.

A few times he texted me back that he had run off to the bathroom to look at them, and then that his wife almost caught him opening his messages. I told him he should show her and he told me that wasn’t funny. But soon he was in a bedroom sending me dick pics. I loved that he was sneaking around his wife and her parents to look at my body. It made me feel like I was there in a warm house full of people who loved each other. He asked when he could see me again. I told him "I don’t think that’s a good idea,” and then I blocked his number.