The Accidental Text Message – Suzie’s POV

Since I started writing on here, the focus has been on Suzie. She reads every comment and gets very wet thinking about people wanking to our escapades. The first story I wrote was that of how we got started, and Suzie has asked me to write her version of events (in first person) from that first encounter. Enjoy.

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I was in bed, horny as fuck and wet as I’ve been in ages. Being single for the first tine in forever meant a lot of lurking on Reddit, a lot of porn and a lot of Tinder fun. I’d done a bit of sexting, but the one guy I really knew I wanted to fuck was my sister’s husband. I know, I’m a horrible cunt! But the pussy wants what the pussy wants.

So, one night after a couple of wines I plucked up the courage. Slowly playing with my very wet pussy, I took my phone, got a snap of it looking beautiful and grooly and off it went. My heart was beating out of my chest. What would he say. I followed up with a faux apologetic text saying it was for some guy, hoping he’d see through the lie.

I waited, fingers circling my aching clit. And then my phone buzzed. He wasn’t angry, he just sent some smiley faces and told me no worries, it was our little secret. I hoped his cock had got hard. I hoped he was in the toilet now beating his cock to my picture.

A few days later and I needed him to know it was no accident. So I told him how much I needed him to fuck my arse, and I sent a snap of my brown hole, which I’d been sliding my finger in and out of. Another apology text straight after, but with my bold move. A wink face. Check!

A few weeks later and it was a family party. He wasn’t drinking as he was driving so I put my plan in motion. I got ‘drunk’, but I’m reality if only had a couple of vodka & lemonades, the rest were just lemonade. I cornered him, asking if he liked the texts and he couldn’t take his eyes off of me! He was mentally working out how to fuck me!!

A quick snap of my tits from the toilet sealed the deal. I knew I had him. He was going to slide that cock into my wet cunt. I persuaded my dad to get me a lift home and, sister’s hubby obliged quickly.

A short drive home, neither of us spoke. My heart was racing. Was he going to fuck me? I was worried now he’d really have a go at me instead. I had to stay strong.

We got to my door, we stood looking at each other. I was so scared and so wet. Dripping. Literally dripping. I simply said: “do you want to feel how wet I am?” And the rest, as they say, is history!!