[junebaby]

He didn't really reply so I let it be. He must have been busy at work. Or perhaps he was taking an extended break in the toilet with the image of my nude form burned into his brain. Maybe I should send him videos next time.

Anyway we continued chatting normally, with the occasional teasing pic, and him telling me his fantasies of me.

The situation with Mike didn't improve. It was as though he had given up on his life, along with me as well.

I tried talking to him about it but got mostly monosyllabic replies. Eventually I gave up.

One fine day, I got a text from Dan.

D: Hey babe! I'm back! How's everything?

Seems like he had decided to return home after all.

Me: Not too good. Are you free to meet up?

D: Sure? Staircase or hotel?

Me: Idiot! Who said I wanted sex?

D: Do you?

Me: Fine. Yes. I do.

D: Ok. Staircase or hotel then?

Me: Actually, can you come over?

I texted him my new address.

D: Wait. Where's Mike?

Me: At work. Who knows? Who cares?

D: Ah. Ok. Guess you wanna talk about it. I'll be over… maybe in an hours time?

Me: Ok.

I took a shower to prepare for Dan's arrival. I was working from home during this period of time so my timing was more or less flexible. I didn't have any work calls planned that afternoon anyway.

Dan arrived at the appointed time and I let him in. He looked very different. He was more tan, and his usually messy hair was now neatly slicked back. He also started dressing nicer, wearing berms and a polo tee, instead of singlets or those crumpled t-shirts he liked to wear. He looked very uncle now.

The first thing he did was give me a hug. I wasn't expecting that honestly. But it felt good having some human contact again. If we did have sex, I'm thinking it was going to be explosive.

So we sat in the living room and chatted over some red wine. He listened to my issues and didn't say much, preferring to understand the whole situation first before actually giving any advice. Knowing Dan, his advice would probably be good.

D: You need to give him space. I've known some regulars who got injured and totally lost themselves. All they knew was being in the army, and being injured, it was hard for them to be perform at the same level as they used to. He needs time and space to heal, to rediscover his passion, to realize that all is not lost. Furthermore, isn't this the second time he got injured? It must be doing wonders for his morale.

Me: But he's neglecting me and my needs.

D: To be honest, you know the kind of guy he is. He will retreat into his shell. Don't force him to come out before he's ready. As for your needs… well, I'm back.

Me: Idiot. I'm married now. It's different.

D: But is that going to stop you?

Me: I don't know. I really don't.

Dan leaned over and cupped my cheek. I felt my heart racing. He pressed his lips against mine, teasing them with his tongue. I wasn't sure how to react, but it certainly felt good so I reciprocated, my tongue meeting his. I pushed him onto the sofa and got on top of him, frenching him furiously. His hands wandered from my hips, under my t-shirt and unhooked my bra. I felt his hands cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples which were already hard. I moaned into his mouth.

My own hand reached below and unbuttoned his berms, reaching in through his boxers. I felt the precum at the tip. He was already hard.

I attacked his pole, licking off the precum and pulling down the foreskin. I twirled my tongue around his dickhead and teased the frenulum, more precum seeped out and I sucked it all up. I ran my tongue down his shaft, and sucked gently on his balls. It was his turn to moan. I wrapped my fingers around the shaft while wanking him slowly, teasing his balls.

Me: Don't cum yet. I want you inside me.

D: 69?

Me: Ok.

I removed my shorts and panties and got into position, resuming my attack on his throbbing member.

I felt his tongue on my clit. He went straight for the kill. I was already so deprived that the lightest of touches sent shivers down my spine. He slid a finger in, probing at my g-spot.

Me: I want you inside me.

D: Ok.

He sat up on the sofa and I got onto him, his hard cock slid in easily. I was dripping wet. I loved the feeling of his raw cock rubbing against my insides. It had been so long anything was inside there.

D: Damn, I don't recall you being this tight.

I playfully slapped him.

Me: Idiot!

He buried his face in my boobs, alternately sucking each nipple. Was this what Tom had in mind as well? Suddenly thinking about it aroused me further and I rode him harder, grinding my clit against him.

D: Slow down! I'm going to cum!

I ignored him. Sure enough, I felt his warm cum coating my insides. He was shooting a lot. I guess I was the first girl he saw since returning. It felt so nice. And again it got me thinking about Tom. Would it feel this good? But he said he had a small cock, so probably not.

I got off Dan and we cleaned up. He felt he shouldn't stay long so he left shortly after.

I was still feeling horny though, so I decided to text Tom again.

I squeezed my naked boobs together and strategically covered certain areas.

I sent him the pic with the words "Someone just buried his face in these. Don't you wish it was you?"

And I waited for his reply.

He didn't reply instantly. I wondered why. Perhaps still busy at work. Usually whenever I sent pics, he would view them instantly, and tell me what he wanted to do. This time, it was probably an hour or so before he replied.

T: Oh wow. Did he enjoy it?

Strange. He didn't ask when his turn was. He actually did ask if I wanted to meet in real life but my response was non-committal.

Me: I enjoyed it more.

T: What else happened? Surely there was more right?

Me: Yup. I rode him till he came.

T: Nice. Big cock?

Me: Big enough. You jealous?

T: Of course.

Me: Hee.

But he still didn't say much or offer himself up to me. Instead he just kept stimulating me mentally with his fantasies of me.

Anyway, I tried to talk to Mike again that night but the same shit happened. In the end I decided to give him his space and time to heal. I really didn't want to give him any additional stress or reason to sink further into what appeared to be slight depression. I wanted to be around for him just as he promised to be around for me.

As I was working from home for an extended period of time, Dan simply came over on almost a daily basis. It was irritating though. I had a husband but someone else was giving me the physical pleasure and attention I craved. Dan obviously didn't mind. After all, we were having so much sex that it was unlikely he would have the energy to see other people.

At the same time I was still texting Tom, still sending him teasing pics, and still receiving his fantasies.

One fine day, I decided to take the next step.

I wore a sexy black lace panties and lay on my couch. I covered my boobs as usual and took a selfie. I sent it to him with the words "These are waiting for you. Wanna meet them?".

I wondered how long he would take to reply.

The response this time was almost instantaneous.

T: Wow. For real?

I actually don't know why I did that. I didn't even know if I was actually ready to meet someone else.

What if he was a psycho and raped and killed me? What if he really had a small cock? What if all along I've been teasing him, he had actually been teasing me as well?

I simply replied "hee" and left it at that as I couldn't think of a suitable response. I probably shouldn't trigger him further. He might want to do something that I might regret.

I had the whole afternoon to myself though, with no work calls, and having already finished my work, and I was feeling really horny and bored.

I was tempted to text Dan, but he had been drained by me over the past few days, maybe I should let him rest. He was already entertaining me so often. I wondered if I was being fair to him.

After a few hours, Tom finally responded.

T: I can meet if you want. Only if you really want to.

Shit. He was keen. What should I do now?