[M4F] At My Side Chick’s Place

“I’m just getting to Bill’s,” I tell my wife on the phone. “I should get going.”

“Okay,” she sighs. I know she’s bummed I won’t be home for a bit, but I also know she already has a bottle of wine open and an episode of some Real Housewives queued up.

This part of the conversation used to make me so nervous. I had expected that she would suddenly ask me where I really was, or to tell me she knew what was really going on. Over time those fears have faded, and this has all become part of the routine. Part of the lie. Like all good lies, there are elements of truth. I did used to go to my coworker Bill’s house once a month for us to finish up work, but he and I have automated and streamlined the process to the point where we just email each other when our part is done. I don’t even remember the last time I talked to Bill in person. I never mentioned that part to my wife. I never told her that I haven’t had to go to Bill’s in months now. It’s an easy lie, a convenient story, that lets me come to my true destination instead.

“I love you,” I tell my wife as I shut off my car and look out at her place. My heart rate is already ticking up.

She says it back and we hang up. I’m out of my car before the three beeps finish to tell me she’s gone. It’s one of those late spring nights where the arm is just warm enough to make it so you don’t need a jacket, but a slight breeze gives you goosebumps. My excitement grows with every step, and I have to stop myself from bounding up the walkway to her door. It feels like she’s since I’ve been here, but the smell of the flowers by her door remind me it hasn’t been that long. Memory is a funny thing.

You know those moments when you lock eyes with someone you’ve never met and it feels like it means something? I felt like I was in destiny’s grasp when my eyes met hers. I asked about the book she was holding. She complimented my shirt. Our conversation flowed so naturally, jumping from books to movies to music to more. After just a few mere minutes of chatting we both felt like we had always known each other. She then did the thing that I wanted to do, but was held back by the ring on my finger from doing.

“Want to grab a drink and keep talking?” She asked, the words and her voice absolutely loaded with implications.

“That sounds nice, but I am married,” I said, holding up my left hand to show the ring there.

She barely glanced at it. “I wasn’t inviting her.”

That was the moment it began, the moment I gained a life ruining secret and a thrilling partner in crime. Now I’m walking in her place without knocking. She’s expecting me, a little ways from the door so I can see all of her. Her petite body clad in something sexy, thigh high accentuating her legs. Shes taking a hit from her bong just as I open the door, the exhaled smoke refracting the dim light to make her glow.

“There you are,” she purrs as I close the door.

We move closer to each other, our bodies moving as if they couldn’t consider any other path. Our mouths meet in mere moments, moans rumbling in both of our chests. Her tongue teases mine as my hands trace the shape of her curves.

“Mm, maybe this is a night where Bill gives you another whiskey too quickly,” she says between kisses, “and you need to stay in the spare bedroom.”

“The mattress is so uncomfortable,” I jest as I reach down to pick her up.

Her legs hug me tight as she giggles, “You poor baby. Let me take care of you.”

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Thank you for reading! I want to say upfront that this is a cheating prompt, obviously, but the amount that comes up in the story is for us to decide. Also, my goal here was to set a tone and not necessarily a starting place. I left a number of things undefined for us to discuss together. Please come willing to be collaborative and open to discussion!

A bit about me. I am a guy who has been roleplaying for way longer than I want to admit. I put in a lot of effort, and I love storytelling and detail. I have received enough compliments on my writing to tell me I’m doing something right. I am looking for a partner with equal passion for writing. While I think response length can be a little fluid, depending on the scene, I will never write less than a two to three paragraphs. If you only write one paragraph or less, we won’t work out. If your opening message is “hey I like your prompt wanna RP?” then I will definitely ignore it. Show me what you liked about it.

Normally I don’t dictate too much what my partner’s character looks like, but I do have a couple of preferences. I like more petite, lithe girls with either a girl next door or alt baddy kinda vibe. If you have tattoos, then I’ll be even more excited. No bimbos please. Big boobs aren’t just an automatic turn on.

I am open to this being a one off scene or something more long term. How it carries out longer term, we can figure out together. I have some ideas, but as I have said collaboration is key!

My kinks are many and varied and I never consider any of them must haves if one is not your speed. Some of my favorites are passion, affection, oral, anal, teasing/edging, partially/clothed sex, lingerie, thigh highs, dom/sub dynamics (flexible on what this looks like), rough sex (but not always), public/risk of getting caught, name calling, light pain, group (preferably FFM), taboo pairings, agegaps and a lot more. If it’s not listed, I am likely still open to it.

My limits are bimbos/bimbofication, feminization of males, gore, scat, beastiality, and rape.