Hot Wife Texts - Peter and Jessica
- Ariyana F
- Apr 9
- 11 min read
Peter - Husband, Jessica - Wife, Simon- Ex boyfriend
Wednesday Noon
Peter and Jessica
Why are you in South Riverview?
Why are you checking up on my location?
Because you’ve been acting weird lately, Jess.
We both know it.
Stop trying to deny it.
I feel like this is a better conversation for when we get home.
Do you really want to do this through text?
So I’m right.
There’s something going on.
Your ex lives there, doesn’t he?
…
I don’t know what to say.
Are you going to leave me?
Are you doing something that I need to leave you for?
I think so.
Fuck, you’re going to be so angry.
I don’t know why this happened.
I never wanted to be someone who would do something so cruel.
You’re fucking Simon, aren’t you?
I…
Just once.
I don’t know how it happened.
He messaged me one day telling me I had some stuff left in his house he found… and it didn’t really make sense to me since it’d been so many years, and we just met up for coffee.
And we got to talking, and he made me tell him what’s going on between us.
What’s going on between us?
You’re always on work trips.
I know you’re doing it for us, so I can follow my dreams, but I get so lonely sometimes.
My fingers just aren’t enough.
The toys aren’t enough.
Why didn’t you just tell me instead of betraying me like this?
Has our relationship meant nothing to you?
Didn’t you think I was smart enough to notice?
I don’t know.
I’m so stupid.
I said I’d only do it once, and then I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.
I wanted to fuck someone so bad… I needed someone to touch me, and you were never around to do it.
So what did you do with him?
What?!
You want me to tell you?
I think it’d help…
I want to know what happened.
You’re going to be upset.
No, I’m upset now.
Knowing what happened will make me feel like I’m in control of the situation.
Okay…
I don’t want to not have you, babe.
Please, promise me we can work it out somehow.
I promise.
I don’t want to lose you either.
So… we had coffee, and we got to chatting.
And he asked me about you, and I told him about your work, and how you’re never home. He asked me if I got lonely, and I said all the time. Then he started brushing my fingers, and I hadn’t felt touch in so long I just let him do it, you know? It just felt like a secret between us. Then he asked me how I even satisfy myself at night, and I told him I had a few dildos and vibrators, stuff you’ve given me over the years. He told me he didn’t think it would be the same as the real thing, and how it was never good between us relationship wise, but he knew he’d always been able to make me cum over and over.
Are you sure you want to know more?
Yes. This is helping.
I kept thinking about how much I used to cum with him, and how he knew my body, and I just couldn’t help myself. We left the coffee shop, and started going for a walk, and I let it slip that I actually had a pink vibrator with me. He was intrigued at that, and told me to use it, right then and there, like we used to.
Wait, you never told me this.
You used to do stuff in public?
I don’t know what it was about him, but he used to make me do some crazy stuff. Like I was a different person with him. Like a kinkier version of myself. Like I said, though, we were great in bed, but horrible with everything else.
Do you hate me now?
No, actually.
This is making me learn a lot about you.
And about myself.
Keep going.
So I couldn’t help but listen to him, it brought out this side of me.
And when he told me that he could take a picture of me, since I looked so damn sexy in my jean dress, I smiled and posed for him.
Do you have the photo?
Yes.
Are you sure you want to see it though?
Stop asking me, I’m okay.
I’ll tell you if I’m not.
Okay.
Well, that’s pretty innocent.
Other than the slightly sexy look.
He told me I looked too serious in the first one.
I think you look amazing.
I’m sorry I haven’t been there for you and been so busy with work.
You do deserve someone to give you the attention you deserve.
No. This is all my fault, for not communicating what I needed.
We can talk about the details later.
What happened next?
Then he dared me. He said I wouldn’t dare stand in the middle of the park in broad daylight and expose my breasts.
Well, I know you never say no to a dare.
He knew that, too.
And I was already feeling so horny about the whole thing, and emboldened, and I figured he’d already seen me naked, and it was going to be the same thing. Thankfully, I wasn’t wearing a bra. All I had to do was pull the zipper down…
He took photos, right?
Tell me he took photos!
Hah. I wasn’t expecting you to get so into this.
Do you want to see?
Yes.
That’s my I totally followed through on your dare face.
My sexy, sexy wife.
Then he asked me if I was wearing any underwear.
I asked him how he could tell, and he said sluts like me always like to be available.
Fuck, I was so wet. It was just so long since anyone had talked to me like that…
It’s really been a while for us, hasn’t it?
Yeah.
So he tells me to sit down and open my legs like a good slut, and it sounded like another dare, so I just did it.
Fuck…
Did anyone see you?
I don’t think so.
It was the middle of the day, so everyone was working.
He sent you the pic?
Yeah, he sent me everything.
Then he told me to pose for him like a good girl… and I was getting so embarrassed, because I was really worried someone would see me. I was basically completely naked, but he pulled my zipper down all the way, and I posed for him.
My baby.
You look so fucking sexy there.
I wish I was the one to think of doing such dirty things in public with you.
It really reminded me of the old times.
Before I became a housewife, you know?
You must’ve been so wet.
I was… I wanted him to touch me so bad, but I also didn’t want to betray you.
I tried so hard to resist it.
Did he keep going?
Yeah, he told me to bring the toy out of the bag, and show him how I use it.
I was flushed at that point, and figured it would be good to get myself at least one orgasm so I could go home semi-sane. So I took it out of my purse right away, and stuck it against my clit. Fuck, it was everything I needed. I basically forgot he was standing there staring at me.
He told me to open my eyes and look at him, and I was just in pure lust, humping into it. Fuck, if anyone saw me I’d been put in jail by now, but I just couldn’t stop. Some sort of crazy person just came over me. He kept taking photos, and telling me how sexy I was.
I ended up cumming pretty quickly, and he told me I was a good girl, and he knew I didn’t change, and that I will always be the slut I was before, no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
Fuck, I had no idea how crazy your ex was.
Yup, he was a fuck boy through and through. The worst of the worst. It’s why I was obsessed with him in college.
Then what happened?
I had an orgasm, but it wasn’t enough.
I wanted him to touch me… I wanted real human touch all over my body. Just feel the heat of it, you know? And to feel like I’m wanted.
I’m horrible for not making you feel wanted.
I thought we were talking about that later?
Yes, yes. Go on.
He knew I needed more. It was his entire plan in the first place, to get me riled up in public and needy for more.
Then he told me he forgot to bring my stuff, and that we would have to meet at his house.
This guy is clearly a master planner.
I wonder how many girls he’s done this to before…
Or maybe just me, since he knows exactly how to manipulate me.
So we get to his house, and I’m waiting outside, and after five minutes he pops his head back out and tells me to come inside.
I basically know what he’s doing at this point, but I just couldn’t help myself.
I’m disappointed, but still intrigued.
He shoves the box towards me, and tells me to open it, then says that there’s something in there that would remind me of our times together.
I open it and see some lingerie and white stockings. It has a garter belt in the set, and something he got for me a long, long time ago. I’d already forgotten it completely, and I was dumbfounded just staring at it.
What did you do?
He told me if wanted to see me wearing it, just one last time. For old time’s sake.
Let me guess, he dared you?
Yeah.
So I glare at him, grab the box, and stomp over to his bathroom and put it on. It’s this beautiful blue set, and has always been one of my favorites. It just looks great with my skin.
Did he take pictures?
Tell me he took pictures!
Yup.
He said I was such a good slut and model in public, I could do the same in private.
So we go to his guest bedroom, which is right on the first floor, and he tells me to sit down on the bed and do a photoshoot with him.
Honestly, I didn’t know why he was postponing it for so long. I could see he was rock hard staring at me. He definitely wanted to fuck me… but he was making me squirm.
He told me to smile for him, and he kept taking photos from different angles.
Then he told me it was time to take it off.
Wait, wait, wait.
You didn’t let me compliment my gorgeous wife.
Because fuccccck….
I remember you wearing something for me like this on our honeymoon night, but my god you’re right. You look amazing in blue. Do you still have this set? Because I need to see it in real life.
What?! Are you sure?
You know it was bought for me by another guy…
Honestly… babe…
I don’t know how I’m feeling right now.
But talking about all of this with you, seeing your sexy pictures like that, its making me so fucking hard.
I don’t know what’s happening to me, but the idea of you getting fucked by another guy, but still knowing you belong to me, its making me so horny.
Oh…
Well, that’s not the response I expected at all.
But I’m glad you’re not leaving me.
So what happened?
He told me to take off my outfit but leave the stockings on.
I hesitated, thinking of you, but he reminded me he already saw me naked with my toy in the park, so I just did it.
He told me to act like as much of a slut as possible for the photo, so I did it.
Oh, fuck.
I can’t believe that’s my wife I’m lookin at.
You’re so fucking gorgeous.
I can’t believe it's been months since I’ve seen you naked.
Are you touching yourself right now?
I’ve been for a bit now, but I’m going to make it last.
Fuck, now I’m getting turned on.
So he stares at me, and tells me to start touching myself again. This time I’m in a trance, and just can’t help but listen to him. I start rubbing my clit, and watch as he takes off all of his clothes. His cock springs up, so rock hard for me and glistening at the tip, like he’s desperate for me.
I’m not surprised. Look at you. Who wouldn’t be desperate for you?
So he asks me if I still want pictures, and shows me some of them, and I say yes.
I’ve just never seen expressions like that on my face before, and I wanted to keep it to masturbate to when you were gone.
Does he fuck you now?
Yeah. We start making out, and it's all heat and no one trying to resist at all. He pulls my hair roughly like I belong to him, and I start stroking his cock like I’m desperate for it. He knows I am, too, because he keeps telling me what a good girl I am, and how he’s going to reward me with his cock, something that I’ve surely been missing.
You don’t know what it was like for me to just be able to touch something so hard and warm for the first time in so long after fantasizing about it everyday. I was ravenous.
I had no idea you were going through that at all.
Fuck, I’m a shit husband.
So he slides into me, and tells me to stare at the camera, which he has set up on his dresser. I do as he asks, but I can barely even keep my composure. I was so fucking wet and ready for him, he barely had to try to slide inside, despite how tight I was after not being fucked for so long. And damn did he stretch me out.
Okay, I’ve seen pictures of him before on your facebook but I wasn’t expecting a body like that.
And his cock is massive!
Is this somehow turning you on?
Yes.
I can’t stop touching myself.
Fuck, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, either. But to see a cock this hard for my wife… to see someone entering you that’s not me. It’s so sexy.
We fucked for a while, and I keep thinking he’s going to cum, but he doesn’t do it. He makes me play with my clit and I cum over and over, my hands scratching him all over and just trying to touch him everywhere.
Then when I cum for who knows how many times he flips me over and slides inside of me again. He tells me he’ll stop if I don’t smile at the camera, and smacks my ass.
He spanks me over and over and I beg him for more, I tell him to never stop, and he tells me I’m a complete whore, and he knew who I was in the first place.
He flips me in all sorts of positions, and we just keep fucking, like he’s trying to make up for months of me not getting any.https://cdn.imgchest.com/files/pyvdc3ao9dy.jpg
I didn’t even know he was making a video, but it's so damned sexy.
It is sexy.
Look at you, my pretty little wife, cumming over and over again on another guy’s cock.
What made him finally cum?
He finally pulls out of me when I’m feeling like I can’t take it anymore, and tells me I better make him cum like a good little slut, especially after he’s satisfied my desperate hole.
Wow.
This guy has a way with words.
Yup.
Knows exactly how to degrade a woman.
So he tells me to bend down, and he starts fucking my chest. He tells me to make eye contact with him the entire time, and don’t even dare close my eyes. He doesn't even let me do anything, he just keeps thrusting like every part of my body belongs to him. He keeps telling me nasty things the whole time, like about how I was a horrible wife, and that you’d be so disappointed in me. Somehow, it just turned me on more.
Then he slides into my mouth, and slides right down into my throat with no warning at all. He fucks me over and over, and I try my best to swirl my tongue around the tip and not gag. It was so hard to breathe… his cock was so fucking large. It did remind me of the old days, though.
Then he pulls out and cums all over my face and takes a photo.
Fuck…
Now what?
What are you doing there right now?
This is the second time after that incident.
It was two weeks ago, and I just couldn’t help myself.
He messaged me, and asked me if I wanted to come over, and I just found myself dressing for him and heading there.
I wanted to have the attention of a man again.
It's probably time we talked about this face to face.
I agree.
I’ll say goodbye to him now, and I’ll head home.
I’m still a bit mad…
But I think I’d be okay with you seeing him again, as long as I get pictures and videos like this.
And we can potentially talk about other men.
Seriously?!
I’ll always be away for work, and I don’t want you to go behind my back anymore.
Besides, that was so fucking hot.
Wow.
I’ll see you soon, babe.