Unexpected Text Messages - Sex Stories

Unexpected Text Messages

Tracey and I have always had an open and honest relationship; we have now been married for over forty years. This story, though, goes back about ten years.

Then I was a typical couch potato; I was a cop and worked hard, but once at home, I was lazy and watched lots of television and rented lots of films.

When my work and health were affected by my weight, I decided to diet and get some exercise.

I joined a fitness gym with a swimming pool and got myself a trainer. After six months, the hard work was evident, and I was getting lots of positive comments.

I was spending almost every hour when not at work, either working out, running, or swimming, and the weight fell off.

I had to virtually buy a new wardrobe and felt good about myself; this also helped our flagging sex life.

Tracey became more interested in sex and bought lots of sexy lingerie to help spice up our sex lives. She began having sexy lingerie parties, something she hadn't done for a few years, and I got to help her with her choices.

Seeing the changes exercise had made, some of Tracey's close friends also started running with me and joined me at the pool. It was great to see some incredibly beautiful women in Lycra while running and in little tight-fitting bikinis at the pool.

After working out, I was spending more and more time with Tracey's friends, having coffee, and generally chatting about our workout routines.

I liked all of Tracey's friends, and we all flirted with each other in a ...

... very friendly way, just generally having a laugh and being a bit naughty.

One evening, while we sat at home watching a bit of TV after dinner, my phone vibrated; it was set to silent as I wasn't expecting any calls.

The message read, "Tracey, which one of these dresses do you think I should wear to the party?"

Before I had the chance to reply and advise Tracey's friend Chloe that this was my number, not Tracey's, my phone vibrated again.

Tracey said, "You are popular tonight."

I said, "It's spam mail."

I opened up the message, and I was confronted by three pictures of Chloe in different-coloured dresses: cream, black, and red.

Personally, I loved the red one; it was knee-length and had a massive split almost to the waist, showing off her fabulously long legs. I couldn't reply, or she would have realised she was sending the pictures to the wrong number.

A couple of minutes passed, and my phone vibrated again. This time, it was Chloe in three different-coloured lingerie sets: white, red, and black.

Tracey was getting suspicious now and asked to look at my phone. I showed her a completely different message that I had recently received, then went back to looking at the fabulous Chloe in her lingerie.

I was only wearing a pair of shorts and a light T-shirt, and I could feel my cock swelling at the sight of Chloe, so I placed a cushion on my lap to hide my swollen cock.

Each of the lingerie pictures showed Chloe in a full set of lingerie, bra, pants, ...