Sexting Banter

It wasn’t long before our playful banter evolved into more intimate exchanges. We began sexting on WhatsApp, and from there, the flirting became far more serious—and adventurous.

Carrie: Hey, Oliver! How’s your day been?

Oliver: Hey! Not bad, just chilling mostly. You?

Carrie: Same here. Lazy day. It’s one of those weekends where I just want to stay in bed with a book and coffee, you know?

Oliver: Totally get that. Though I wouldn’t mind staying in bed with... other distractions.

Carrie: Haha, is that so? You’re cheeky for your age.

Oliver: Guess I’m just confident. Or maybe I’ve got a thing for people with a bit more... experience.

Carrie: Oh, do you now? And here I thought you were the innocent type.

Oliver: Innocent? Not sure anyone’s ever called me that before. But honestly, yeah... I’ve always been curious about older women. There’s just something about them.

Carrie: Interesting... and what exactly is it about "older women" that intrigues you?

Oliver: Everything, really. They’re sexy, they know what they want, and they’re not afraid to take control. Way more exciting than girls my age.

Carrie: Flattery will get you everywhere, Oliver.

Oliver: Good to know. So... what about you? Ever thought about younger guys?

Carrie: Hmm. Maybe. But most younger guys don’t seem to know what they’re doing, or what they even want.

Oliver: I know what I want. And trust me, I wouldn’t disappoint.

Carrie: That’s quite a bold statement. Careful now, you might get yourself into trouble.

Oliver: Trouble’s exactly what I’m looking for. Maybe you could teach me a few things...

Carrie: You’re quite forward, aren’t you? But I can’t say I’m not intrigued.

Oliver: Maybe we should meet up sometime, then. I mean, if you’re up for it.

Carrie: Hmm, I’ll think about it. Let’s just say... you’ve definitely got my attention.

Oliver: That’s all I need to hear.

Oliver: I’ve gotta ask though... What about your husband? Doesn’t he mind you chatting like this?

Carrie: Ah, the elephant in the room. I figured you’d ask eventually.

Oliver: Yeah, I mean, I don’t want to cause any problems.

Carrie: It’s not like that. We have an open relationship.

Oliver: Wait, really? Like, he’s cool with this kind of thing?

Carrie: Yep. We’ve been married for a while, and we’re both realistic about what we want. I’m not the jealous type, and neither is he. We have our fun separately, and it works for us.

Oliver: Wow... that’s kinda hot, not gonna lie.

Carrie: Is it now? Most people find it a little weird, but it keeps things exciting.

Oliver: I don’t think it’s weird at all. Honestly, I think it’s amazing you’re so open about it.

Carrie: Well, it’s not for everyone, but it suits us. Besides... It lets me have interesting conversations like this one.

Oliver: And interesting... experiences?

Carrie: Perhaps. That depends on how good you are at keeping secrets.

Oliver: Trust me, I’m good at more than just that.

Carrie: We’ll see. Maybe I’ll let you find out.

Oliver: Now you’ve definitely got me curious. Let’s make it happen, Carrie.

Carrie: Patience, Oliver. Good things come to those who wait.

Oliver: I’m not very good at waiting, though.

Carrie: I’ll take that into consideration. Just be ready when the time comes.

Oliver: I will be. You can count on it.

After our conversation, Oliver sent me a picture of his cock. The caption read, “Want some of this?” His cock was fully erect, neat and trimmed, with an impressive size and well-shaped balls. I stared at it, thinking, "Hell yeah, I'll have some of that." My reply? A snap of my ass, showing both my ass and pussy, with the teasing caption, "It'll fit nicely in these holes."

I invited him over to my house for some fun, planning it for Friday night. The thought of draining Oliver's balls had me tingling with anticipation. I decided we'd go bareback—I wasn’t worried, as Oliver didn’t have any STIs. From what he'd told me, his past relationships always involved protection, and he didn’t seem overly experienced. I wanted to give him everything: swallowing, creampies, anal, and facials.

The excitement was building as Friday approached. My husband, Carl, would be home during our first encounter—he liked to stay close by to make sure everything went smoothly. He’d be in his man cave while I got my brains thoroughly fucked out.