"Do you really want to fuck my wife?" he asked. I could hear..
Added 2021-01-27 15:09:11 +0000 UTC"Do you really want to fuck my wife?" he asked. I could hear the tension even through text, and I had to smile. The pictures he sent, not to mention the texts from her, were inspiring to say the lease. But while I enjoyed talking to her, it was his lust and need that fascinated me.
"Are you thinking about her now? Thinking about fucking her?" If he had been there it would have been a whisper. As it was, I could picture him touching himself as he wrote to me, wanting to hear the answer so desperately that nothing else mattered.
"I'm looking at her picture," I wrote back quickly. "I'm thinking about sliding my bare cock into her tight pussy while you sit in the corner and watch."
The pause lasted for a long time, his message pending for what felt like hours. And then. Finally.
"Show me."
I could hear the desperation in his voice along with the lust. He wanted to see me excited and hard at the thought. He wanted to know for certain that I wanted her and would take her if given the chance.
And how could I refuse?
"Thinking of her now," I wrote, snapping a quick pic which I sent along with it.
Somewhere miles away, I could hear him come.
