So you all remember the cute gas station girl, right? Well for a while now, husband has been trying to casually catch her at work, as they joked he'd have to come back soon. After so long without success, we figured she must have been covering from another store. I stopped asking when he got home if he saw her. Today, when I get home from work, in a lull between the usual married chatter, he says "Her name is Nora.". And my heart stopped. She has a name. Maybe a name he'll whisper sensually into her collarbones while he unbuttons her jeans. He tells me he walked in, and she immediately smiled and greeted him. A joke from their previous encounter was brought up, again. Cue inside joke territory. They were brief, but he says she was nervous. Smiling, laughing, playing with her hair and nails. He ventured to offer his name and she happily replied with hers. He told her "See you soon.". She said "I hope!". He smiled when he said this and whispered "This is so gonna happen" with the same air of reverence he had when he realised his little newly legal co-worker wanted his married cock to take her virginity. That settles it. He's going to stop by every night till they form enough rapport to exchange numbers. Then I'll get to read in real time everything she says to him. Will she send nudes? I hope so. God, I hope so. I want my husband to fuck my waiting mouth while staring so intensely at a picture of her no doubt pierced little nipples that his breath clouds the phone screen. What I know of her so far, according to husband: She's legal to work in a gas station, but not old enough to sell liquor at a restaurant. In our state, with our laws, that means she's 18. Not a day older, not a day younger. She has dark brown hair to her shoulder blades and bright blue eyes. Slim waist, full hips, and nice, full tits. I asked if they were bigger than mine. He threw his head back and hissed in ecstasy "Yessss. God, yes. So much bigger. I bet I could wrap them around my cock and just...." he couldnt finish for smiling so wide and I couldn't stand from the shaking in my knees. Shes got piercings and tattoos befitting a newly graduated little rebel type. He says shes a bit spunky. Maybe...trying to steal a married man type spunky? Obviously, my husband's heart is mine alone forever, but his cock needs young pussy. So maybe let her comment on his wedding band. Let him wave it off before kissing her deeply. Soflty, but insistent. The way a real man does. Let her maybe get a thrill from letting a married man finger her in the back seat of his management salary car. Let her think she's going to fuck him till he loves her as she's lowering herself onto him to the sound of a deep and thankful moan. Let him hold her, stroking her hair, kissing her shoulder blades, teasing her nipples with absent fingertips. Let her think Im the dumbest bitch in the world when she meets me and she's introduced as friend. Let her think she's won when he laughs to her about how he almost moaned her name during sex the other night while shes sucking him so hard he can feel his balls ache. Let her be a bad girl for a while, till she's bored and we have to say goodbye to naughty "is she reading these?" texts until a new sweet thing catches husband's discerning eye. Let him live the fantasy of a man forever sneaking off to feel the tight, soft warmth of the sexed up, writhing young woman his wife used to be. Let them always think they've won, with their firm tits and plans for my husband's Christmas bonus once she's living in my house in my old bed. Let them always be this pretty, this willing, this uncontrollably drawn to my charmingly awkward husband. And let me always, always cum from the mere thought of it all. Stay tuned. ❤
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