During the Covid lockdown, I (M52) found reddit and eventually found the dirty chat subreddits. One night, I met a woman (F23) who had been fucked by her best friend's dad (M~48) after her best friend's 21st birthday party two years earlier. Evidently, they were both a little drunk and cleaning up outside the lake house after the party and some sexually-charged comments about doing some "body shots" led to them fucking on the dock. It sounded like a pretty hot encounter and at one point he had his hand over her mouth to keep her from waking anyone.

She wasn't so good at role playing or telling stories, so instead I did a scenario where they met again at a party and ended up hooking up again outside. She loved it, and it started a 6-month relationship where I would send her a story, starring her, every couple of days through text while she got off. Most of these stories involved her dad's friends or men that she knew in person and she'd give me a setting and I'd weave the tale.

Then suddenly, after six months, she told methat she couldn't stop thinking about him again. I told her that would be a really bad idea. She agreed, but said she just couldn't stop thinking about it because she loved thinking of herself as the slut in my stories. She kept bringing it up and I kept telling her it was a bad idea.

But one morning, she told me that she was going to text him and mention the night together a couple of years before. I told her that it could go very badly if it brought up something he felt very guilty about. Although she agreed, after about 10 minutes of us talking about it she said "I just texted him" and sent me a screenshot where she had said "hi" after a few messages asked if he ever thought about that evening. Another ten minutes passed and he hadn't answered and I said he was probably scared shitless that she brought it up out of the blue like that.

Then she sent me a screenshot in which he said "I'm thinking about it now" and had a picture of his dick while he sat on his weight bench for his morning workout.

But then she asked me what to say. I told her a few times that I really shouldn't get involved in that and I have no idea what to say anyway. Finally, I told her to just say something like "Yes, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it either lately." I figured this gave him the opportunity to just say that's cool and end it there, but, at this point, I didn't think he would and I was right.

So a couple of days later, she said he had invited her up to "help" him open the lake house for the Spring next week. I couldn't believe it, and I told her I thought she was pulling my leg but she sent me some texts as proof. I actually still was in some disbelief, but the guilty feelings started turning to excitement the day she was going to meet him, showing me proof all along the way.

If you're imagining along at home right now, the woman was blonde, about 5'6 and incredibly fit. Tight stomach, perfect breasts and thick thighs holding up an incredible ass. I realize this sounds a bit too perfect but she really did look like that (she had sent a few pictures to show me). All I know about him is that he was pretty fit as well and had what I'd estimate to be a 6" or 7" inch cock of average thickness.

When she got home that evening, she told me all about it. He was in the kitchen when she walked in and he kissed her with a long, passionate kiss and then told her to take off her jeans. He then turned her around, bent her over the counter and just fucked her right there without any other foreplay. They then had some wine on the sofa and she sucked him to get him hard again and then he fucked her again there.

Unfortunately, she didn't give much more detail than that -- she was never one for telling good stories, that was my job, lol.