Eternal Desire

Chapter 4

I'd had a crush on Mac for about five years and had often fantasized about how good it would be to spend a night f*****g him.

You could tell just by looking at him, how he walked, how he stood, how people responded to him that you knew he would f**k you long and hard.

Hubby was well aware that I would love to have Mac slide inside me at the drop of a hat; he even offered to set it up. It was definitely a crush but it was riddled with lust.

We'd teased each other in our local pub but always in a banter kind of way.

When I had my most recent breast op, I was in the pub with a deep plunging dress revealing my new huge t**s.

Mac whistled at them and Hubby offered him a feel of the goods.

Macs wife was in the pub that night as it was a charity event and was looking in our direction, so Mac said maybe some other time and winked.

I smiled at Mac who looked back with a tinge of disappointment.

I licked my lips provocatively thinking you will have a feel when the time is right and a lot more besides.

We met up with Mac for a quick drink when we were down in London.

Nothing would happen that night either as too many of Hubby's friends were hanging around, but Mac and I did exchange phone numbers that night after a very intensive night of flirting and at last he got to have a nice feel of my new augmented breasts. We managed to sneak outside on the pretence of having a cigarette which is when Mac managed to play with my breasts and we enjoyed a quite long tongue enhanced kiss. Very erotic, especially as hubby was inside the bar with all of hi entourage while Mac was outside feeling me up.

For the next few weeks we texted each other almost every day, gradually building up the s****l tension.

Harmless jokey texts at first which became more daring, then eventually we began out and out sexting. I'd show these texts to hubby in bed and we would use them as foreplay some of them were so erotic.

The night in question, Hubby and I were in the local pub with a group of hubby's friends, when Mac began sexting.

He mentioned the night of the free feel and I replied they were there to be felt up anytime!

He replied that feeling them would be magnificent, kissing them would be fantastic and seeing them would be outstanding.

Again I reiterated with he can see them whenever he wants and he can play with them whenever he wants, in fact we should get together some time and if he's man enough take it to the next level.

He responded that my husband was always around and that was always when I looked so sexy. He mentioned something about me being forbidden fruit and I replied if he wanted to meet up or take it further some time we should arrange to meet up and get saucy with each other and I most definitely would not be forbidden and neither would any of my openings!

He replied that if I was serious I should send him some proof that it would happen.

I asked did he want to see a photo of my new t**s as a starting point.

He said real life would be better but a pic would suffice.

I went into the ladies, snapped a quick pic and posted a selfie of me with my t**s out in all their glory, emphasizing they were for his eyes only. The pic winged its way over the airwaves and I didn't really pay much attention when I took the selfie, but my dress had ridden up exposing my bald p***y.

He replied immediately and had obviously noticed as he told me my t**s were magnificent but the view of my shaved p***y was driving him insane.

He asked if I could send him a clearer pic of my sexy p***y.

I went back into the ladies scooping my t**s out the dress and lifting the hemline above my waist, I tucked the dress hem into my high waisted belt and I pointed my iPhone at the mirrored reflection.

My stockings and Garter belt framed my hairless p***y magnificently, while my exposed t**s were jutting forward an upwards. My curves of my hips and tiny waist emphasized my huge breasts and if I say so myself I looked a very sexy little slut indeed.

My n*****s were rock hard erect and I could feel my p***y fizzing away.

I clicked three pics of my naked t**s and p***y, the last one with my legs slightly parted showing my p***y opening ever so slightly.

If anyone had come into the ladies at this point, how on earth would I explain this!

I sent the three pics to him and waited for his response.

Putting my t**s back inside the dress I then smoothed the lower part over my stockinged thighs.

Walking back into the main bar, my thighs were rubbing together and admittedly I was a little flushed with excitement.

As I walked toward my Barstool I had a sexy smirk on my face.

I sat back on my bar stool, crossed my stocking legs and placed my wine up to my lips.

Hubby leant over and whispered "What are you up to?"