Omg i have a confession..i haven't even told Brady yet!! I’v..

Omg i have a confession..i haven't even told Brady yet!! I’ve been sexting with my ex fiancé Derrick. I mean who isn’t texting their ex's these days, but still, it’s more than I expected. Sometimes at night I’ll lie awake with my husband sleeping beside me, my phone in hand as I scroll through the pictures he sends. He’s thinking of me, he writes, followed by his hard cock, his fist gripped tightly around it. I write back instantly. I tell him I miss him. I miss his face and his kiss, and god do I miss that cock. I miss kneeling in front of you, I write. I miss feeling you grow hard in my mouth before you start to fuck my throat, seeing how much I can take. My hand slips below the covers and into my panties as my husband snores quietly. I wish you were here, I write, knowing it’s true. I wish you were here, pushing my legs open as you crawl between them. My fingers work faster as I try to type. As I try to tell him how badly I want him. He sends a short video, his hand sliding slowly up and down his thick shaft and my mouth waters out of habit. I want it inside me, I write. I want you to fuck me like you used to. I want to feel you stretch me open, your bare cock filling me just right. Would you let me? He’s typing to me, and I know it’s so I can come. Would you let me fuck you right now? Even though you’re married? Would you open your legs and let me slide inside you of, fucking your pretty cunt with just one purpose? I try to type yes, but nearly drop my phone. I’m trying to stay quiet but all I can do is picture his big cock inside of me and I swear I can feel it. I can remember every inch of him and that searing pain and pleasure of when he first takes me is intoxicating. And would you let me come in you? Would you beg for it like you used to? I know that’s it, and I can’t hold back. I clench my thighs around my fingers, tightening as I get close to the edge and I somehow manage to type back. Yes! Please. I want it so bad Derrick. And then I’m coming and there’s no holding back. I bight my lip to keep quiet, and I stare at the phone in the darkness until a picture comes up of his stomach slick with his come. I imagine it’s inside me and I rub faster, coming again and again while my husband sleeps. When I finally stop, I see he’s written me one last thing. Good night Venessa, he says. When this quarantine is all over I’m coming to see you. And don’t forget your promise. I drop the phone and close my eyes. He’s gone, most likely he’ll be asleep in seconds, but still I can’t stop. I promised him, I whisper, wondering if he’ll do it. Wondering if he’ll appear out of nowhere someday and wondering if I’ll resist. My hand slides back inside my panties a moment later, because of course I know the answer....i always do! I have to admit i do miss Derrick and they way he knew just how touch me and fuck me! He fucked me better then my husband does and his cock was way bigger! He always made me squirt and that ir left puddles in our bedsheets!! I think we need to have drinks soon! Now should i tell Brady this?? What your thoughts? Venessa 💋 💋 💋