You’re a stand up man. Your family is the envy of the neighborhood, beautiful wife, perfectly behaved children, immaculately decorated house and yard. You’re a pillar in your church, cutting a sharp image in your suit every Sunday morning as you smile and shake everyone’s hand. You clearly workout every day, and I see you running by my house every morning as I’m having my coffee.
I’m your neighbor, a couple doors down. My husband isn’t as successful as you, my house isn’t nearly as nice as yours. I’ve always been jealous of your perfect family, your perfect life. And it doesn’t help that my husband’s sex drive has been almost nonexistent lately. His work travel schedule makes it feel like a long distance relationship most days. One morning last summer it was warm, and you ran by my house shirtless with your body glowing with health. I waved, you waved and smiled back as my heart fluttered inappropriately.
We’ve become friendly. We invite your family over for backyard barbecues, invite you out to dinner, watch your kids while y’all go out for date nights. I started asking you for nutrition and workout advice and we started texting occasionally, innocently as I probed you for fitness health advice. Soon enough I’m sending you progress pictures, showing off my lithe, tight body in revealing clothing. You’re always respectful about how you respond, but I notice you never tell me not to send them.
It’s New Year’s Eve. You throw an amazing party at your house for the neighbors and your close friends. It’s one of the perfect evenings where everyone gets pleasantly drunk, some probably even a little more than they should but it’s all in good fun. The kids are all screaming in the playroom downstairs, being allowed up past their bedtime. The ball drops, I give my husband a peck on the lips. You give your wife a big, long kiss as you dip her extravagantly. Clearly you’re a little more drunk than you should be. Soon enough everyone is dispersing, saying goodnight and heading home.
I text you a big thank you for the great night, after the kids are in bed and everything has settled down. “We should get in a run together tomorrow” you respond with, almost immediately. I’m shocked because you’ve never suggested we get together for a workout, or do anything without our spouses. “I’ve been working hard to stay in shape and I’ve appreciated your encouragement” you send. Shortly after, my phone buzzes and it’s a picture of you with the caption “progress photo”. You’re in your bathroom, naked, with a clearly hard cock. I’m shocked. And crazy turned on. Before I can even respond, a close up of your clearly very hard, very thick cock appears. “Wow” is all I can think of to respond with before my husband appears and starts kissing my neck. We have some of the best sex we’ve had in years.
New Year’s Day. I wake up to a text from you. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have sent those photos. Please forgive me and delete them before my wife finds out about them”
“I don’t know if I can just FORGET what I saw” I respond, after thinking about it.
I’d like to role play what happens after this text on New Year’s morning. You’re clearly trying to resist being the bad guy, being that guy who cheats and ruins his perfect life. I’m going to make you regret your indiscretion and build on it, making you do whatever I desire as I use you for my own gratification. Clearly this will involve some femdom elements and probably some dubious consent as you try to keep yourself true to your good man image.
Send me a chat with your kinks, limits, and a backstory for your character. Then we can decide how we'd like to proceed.