EroticReverie

Amelia Adams

I'd wanted to just leave and go home after the quickie in the bathroom, but the kids had pouted when I'd said I was leaving, each of them begging me to stay. Caroline smiling at me and shrugging, so oblivious to what was happening between me and her husband as she told me to stay and eat dinner. Saying that I'd cooked it, so I might as well enjoy it. 

It wasn't fair for me to hate Caroline. I was the one that was fucking her husband, and playing house with him when she wasn't here. But I did. I hated her. I hated her because she had the man I wanted. Had the family I wanted. Hated that she had the hottest man in her bed everynight and barely ever fucked him, wasting Jordan's cock, his passion. 

I leave after helping rinse the dishes. Giving the kids each a hug, telling them I'd see them in the morning. Then give a casual wave to each Caroline and Jordan before leaving with my fake smile on my face. I drive home and go about the rest of my day.

I'ts nine p.m when I'm laying on the couch watching television as my phone pings. I pick it up and smile slightly.

Mr J: "I can't wait to see you tomorrow Amelia. I promise I'll make up for it tomorrow. I promise to take care of you the way you take care of me baby. I'm gonna make your perfect little pussy cum on my mouth, lick you till you beg me to stop...tomorrow is all about you Amelia...I'll make you cum so much you lose count of how many times I make that pussy cum for me. Tomorrow night its just you and me baby, with your pretty legs spread on my bed as I take care of my girl. I miss you so fucking much Amelia. I'm so sorry about tonight. I wish I'd had more time with you." 

It's a dangerous game to play, falling for a married man. Falling for a man that can say all the things he does to me, knowing I cant have what I really want, having to pick up whatever scraps he's able to give me. I'm so desperate for him, that it's enough. It's enough to only receive texts and not be able to send them back. It's enough to have stolen kisses and touches, it's enough to have those nights in his bed after the kids are asleep. It's enough , for now. 

Mr. J: "Caroline is showering...talk to me. I miss you." 

Immediately I type back when he gives the okay to respond. 

"I need you." is all I type. 

Mr.J "Tomorrow baby. I promise, I'm going to take such good care of that little pussy for you Amelia." 

I squirm on the couch and whimper. 

"But, I need you now." I reply.

Mr. J : "I wish I could baby, you know I would be there in an instant if I could. I wish I could kiss that sweet mouth while inside of you. Wish I could fuck you slow and take my time. I wish I could spend forever inside of you Amelia." 

"don't fuck her tonight." I type. 

Mr.J "I won't." 

"Your cock belongs to me Mister Jacobs." I type. 

Mr.J "It's yours Amelia. It's been yours before it was even inside of you." 

I bite my lip. 

"My pussy was yours the first time I saw you Mister Jacobs." 

Mr.J "You love telling me how horny that little pussy was for me , don't you Amelia?" 

"Yes." 

Mr.J "Imagine it Amelia." he types. 

I moan, writhing as my hand slips down between my legs. 

I've been babysitting for them for four years...I was eighteen now. I knew Jordan hadn't ever wanted me when I first started, and didnt even notice me as an option, or a desire until fairly recently. But I've told him multiple times now, that I wish he'd been my first. That I wish when I started babysitting and was still a virgin, that he would have wanted me. He refused to talk at all about my fantasy, he'd listen, but he'd never give me the filthy fantasy I wanted to hear from him. Even if it wasnt something he actually wanted back then, I just wanted to hear him say it, to have him lie to me, and tell me he would have fucked me back then. 

"I imagine it all the type." I type back. 

"You peeling my panties off." I type. 

"Your mouth tasting my virgin pussy." I add.

Mr.J "What else Amelia, what else did naughty little Amelia want from me?" 

"your cock." I type.

"Pushing into me...taking me....losing my virginity on your cock." I type. 

Mr.J "You're a bad fucking girl Amelia. You were too young." 

"I was old enough to get wet , old enough to want to know how another womans husband felt inside of me." 

Mr.J "Fuck. Amelia."

"I was old enough to rub my clit and think about how handsome you are...how I wanted you to want me....how I wanted to kiss you the way Caroline did...how I wanted you to make me take her place" I type. 

Mr.J "I will admit this much Amelia." he types.

Mr.J "It makes me painfully hard to know your pussy was wet for me all these years. Even if I wouldnt have touched it, or tasted it, or fucked it like you wish I would have....I love knowing you've been my girl this entire time. Waiting for my cock." 

I moan, my hand slipping into my panties, sinking into my pussy as I lean my head back and fingers myself with my parents in the other room. 

He texts again.

Mr.J "Goodnight Amelia. I'll see you tomorrow baby. Stay wet for me Amelia. Stay wet for me all night and all day tomorrow...just like you have for the past four years Amelia. Keep that pussy of mine wet baby and I'll lick it for you baby, i'll give you pretty little pussy four years worth of kisses. Tomorrow night Amelia. Be a good girl for me, and don't cum tonight. I won't cum either, I won't fuck my wife. I'll save all my cum for you Amelia. It's yours Amelia. It's all yours now. Goodnight. " 

I whimper, knowing I can't respond back. That Caroline must be out of the shower, and that Jordan is erasing our text string right now. I bite my lip, and I don't listen to his request, I finger myself, two fingers pumping, listening to my parents talk to one another in the other room as I finger fuck myself for a married man in our living room, my mouth dropping open as I cum, legs shaking as I silently disregard his request not to. 

My ex texts me later in the night, asking what I'm doing. Part of me believes I should respond, meet up with him, fuck someone my own age. But the much larger part of me knows I'll never be happy with someone my own age, that I dont even want someone my own age. I dont want anyone at all but the married man that's been fucking me for a month now and having an affair with me. 

I ignore my ex, and turn on my alarm. And go to bed with Jordan Jacobs and his handsome face smiling down at me as he hovers over me, sweaty, panting, filling me with his cock and his cum. I dream of it too. 

I dream of him and I in his bed...I dream of cumming on his cock, of him cumming inside of me....all while Caroline watches from the doorway, begging us to stop. I dream of a wedding. I dream of being a mother....theres four kids at the dinner table with me and Jordan...the three he made with Caroline...and a baby in a highchair...that he made with me....and Caroline crying in the corner of the room. Begging for her family back.