At some point we both came to realize the texts we were sending each other had become flirting. I should have put a stop to it. You should have put a stop to it. But we didn't. Because the flirting felt so. Fucking. Good. Both of us were married, long enough that the flirting with our respective spouses had fizzled away. But then we found each other.

It started innocent and harmless. Maybe we were work friends, or neighbors, or had been friends a long time ago and were starting to reconnect. Direct and simple texts turned into realizing we had a chemistry we hadn't really experienced before. We laughed as we shared jokes, we smiled at our shared interests. Our texting became daily, and we found ourselves reaching for our phones whenever our spouses weren't around. Maybe that should have been our first clue where things were going. Maybe that's where we wanted things to go.

Before long we were flirting. Subtle at first, but we encouraged it from each other. Fed off each other. Kept it going. We knew we shouldn't. We were supposed to be loyal to our spouses, our families. But we both, maybe at the same time, decided it was our turn to take care of ourselves instead of our families.

I'd like to start a story between two people who are married and maybe happy with their situation but sexually frustrated, and the day they decide to act selfishly and take care of their own desires. I'd love to build up with you how we know each other, and how we maybe decide to meet up lying to ourselves that nothing will happen.

Kinks: cheating; oral (giving and receiving), teasing, flirting, worldbuilding, sexy outfits for my partner including lingerie, heels, and dresses; seduction

Limits: toiletplay, racism, incest