The Letter - Part 3 - Sex Stories

The Letter - Part 3

... of it. I planned to have a ‘man night’ with junk food, alcohol and a descent zombie-flick. Excellent! I didn’t notice the letter at first. It wasn’t until I’d demolished most of the pizza, and was reaching into the fridge for my second beer, that I spotted it. I recall slitting the plain white envelope open with trepidation, not entirely sure I wanted to know what it contained. What was so important that Jess had taken the trouble to write it down? The envelope contained a single sheet of carefully folded white paper, much the same as her first note. Once again it was hand written in Jess’s unintelligible scrawl. Remembering the contents of the first letter I rummaged around inside the envelope and sure enough there was a small memory stick tucked into a corner. I caught a breath. Ok, if it was another video that could be a good thing. Jess’s first home video had been most entertaining; I’d squirted cum all over my laptop after watching that! Memory stick clutched in my hand, I unfolded the paper and began to read. “Dear Rob, I love you dearly, always have and always will.” Okay, good start. “You have made me the happiest woman alive. I can honestly say that agreeing to marry you was the best decision I ever made.” Wow, high praise! Reading on… “You may recall, my love, a small joke I made a few months back? A joke about buying a strap-on and using it on you? Ringing any bells? Well, I bought one.” “Fuck!” I took the time to sit down and open my beer before continuing. ...

... “Technically it’s not a strap-on because it doesn’t have a harness. You’ll see what I mean when you watch my demonstration video - if you’re interested that is. Jess x” Interested?! Was I interested ? Fuck yes I was interested! I became aware that my cock was throbbing. It fought against the confines of my trousers, fully erect. Jess had added a post script to the bottom of the letter. “Same rules apply as always; if you don’t like what you see, tear up the letter and we’ll forget all about it. I don’t want anything spoiling what we have. That’s why I thought it better to approach the subject this way. You don’t have to do this. x” Dismiss the idea of getting ass fucked by my deliciously randy, sex-crazed wife? Not in a million years! My laptop was out and fired up quicker than you could blink and Jess’s video file entitled “My new toy!” was soon gracing the screen. I sat at the kitchen table, legs apart, trousers undone, as on-screen Jess positioned her camera on what must be our bedroom window sill. She adjusted the focus bringing our bed into view then bounced into shot. Wow! She looked fabulous! Her slender legs were clad in white stockings held in place by a white satin suspender belt which clung to her curvaceous hips as if painted on. Her carefully trimmed mound was exposed as were her perfect rounded breasts with those succulent, dark, nipples which simply begged to be sucked. Jess’s long, chestnut hair hung loosely down her back with a few strands falling over her face ...