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Authors: A.B. Summers
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settled in, but now, of course, it’s a different fucking story! Although I can already feel my cock stiffening in my underwear as I imagine Parker pinching Amy’s soft pink nipples, getting them hard as he kisses her, pushing his hands up her dress, my brain is still fighting this, I know. It is still trying to use “logic” and “rationality” to counter what my body wants, what my heart wants, what my goddamn cock wants!
But the moment Amy gets online I feel a huge sense of relief. Why would I ever doubt her? She may have her fantasies, but no way is she going to do anything without me watching, without me there with her, if not physically then at least connected via video and audio. She’s my wife, my baby, my love, and this is about us, not Parker.
“Hey, baby,” she whispers into the microphone now as she presses a couple of keys on the laptop. “Miss me?”
I smile now, a full, genuine, wide-ass smile. I wink at her, blow a kiss into the camera, but I don’t say anything. I want to be in the background, watching. This is her show, I tell myself. Sure, it’s for me, for us, for our marriage—but it is her show.
Now I watch as my Amy walks away from the camera. She is in that yellow sundress that she modeled for me two days ago, and I feel myself getting harder as I stare at her ass swaying in the sunlight-filled living room of our house. I can clearly see Parker sitting on the couch, and I feel a strange sense of PRIDE when I realize that he’s got a fucking hard-on too as he glances at me briefly before looking up at Amy, who is almost at the couch now.
I stare at Parker’s face, but he does not look at me again. He is focused on my wife, my Amy, and that’s exactly what I want. Parker gets it, I tell myself as I shift in my plastic chair in this tiny fucking box of a room. Parker understands that Amy is the focal point of everything here, and that he is replaceable, simply a role-player in this strange scene that’s starting to unfold in my living room eight thousand miles away from me as I watch on this tiny laptop screen, my cock hardening under the table.
Jason called me just a few minutes ago, which means Parker and Amy haven’t had much time for smalltalk, chit-chat, flirting, whatever. This makes me happy in a way, proud in a way, more aroused in a way, because it means Amy is fully on board with the idea that this is about her body, her sexuality, her carnal needs. She doesn’t need to be held or cuddled, comforted or loved. No, right now she needs to be fucked, and I need to see it. Oh, GOD, I need to see it!
So I spread my legs wider and start to breathe heavier. Amy is standing in front of Parker now, her back to the camera, and I can see Parker’s hands slowly caress her smooth legs, playing with the delicate hem of her loose sundress. There is no sound in the room, and the scene on my computer screen is almost surreal. Is that my wife? Is that really her with another man’s hands on her bare skin, his fingers now moving up under her dress as she slowly parts her thighs, parts them for him.
It’s for both of us, I remind myself as I push my chair back from the small table and adjust my cock and balls. My underwear is starting to feel tight around my growing erection already, and my breathing is quickening as I see Amy’s legs shiver as Parker pushes his hands all the way up her dress from behind.
17
AMY
I am shivering even though the sun is hot on my back and Parker’s hands are warm and smooth. It occurs to me that it has been almost four years since another man even so much as gave me a friendly hug, and the realization that a relative stranger’s hands are now under my dress, pressing the rounds of my ass, teasing the elastic of my black underwear that is feeling almost uncomfortable now as my body stiffens for a moment . . . oh, lord, the realization is getting me hot now, wet now, slowly but surely.
My rising arousal is accompanied by a huge sense of relief. After
But the moment Amy gets online I feel a huge sense of relief. Why would I ever doubt her? She may have her fantasies, but no way is she going to do anything without me watching, without me there with her, if not physically then at least connected via video and audio. She’s my wife, my baby, my love, and this is about us, not Parker.
“Hey, baby,” she whispers into the microphone now as she presses a couple of keys on the laptop. “Miss me?”
I smile now, a full, genuine, wide-ass smile. I wink at her, blow a kiss into the camera, but I don’t say anything. I want to be in the background, watching. This is her show, I tell myself. Sure, it’s for me, for us, for our marriage—but it is her show.
Now I watch as my Amy walks away from the camera. She is in that yellow sundress that she modeled for me two days ago, and I feel myself getting harder as I stare at her ass swaying in the sunlight-filled living room of our house. I can clearly see Parker sitting on the couch, and I feel a strange sense of PRIDE when I realize that he’s got a fucking hard-on too as he glances at me briefly before looking up at Amy, who is almost at the couch now.
I stare at Parker’s face, but he does not look at me again. He is focused on my wife, my Amy, and that’s exactly what I want. Parker gets it, I tell myself as I shift in my plastic chair in this tiny fucking box of a room. Parker understands that Amy is the focal point of everything here, and that he is replaceable, simply a role-player in this strange scene that’s starting to unfold in my living room eight thousand miles away from me as I watch on this tiny laptop screen, my cock hardening under the table.
Jason called me just a few minutes ago, which means Parker and Amy haven’t had much time for smalltalk, chit-chat, flirting, whatever. This makes me happy in a way, proud in a way, more aroused in a way, because it means Amy is fully on board with the idea that this is about her body, her sexuality, her carnal needs. She doesn’t need to be held or cuddled, comforted or loved. No, right now she needs to be fucked, and I need to see it. Oh, GOD, I need to see it!
So I spread my legs wider and start to breathe heavier. Amy is standing in front of Parker now, her back to the camera, and I can see Parker’s hands slowly caress her smooth legs, playing with the delicate hem of her loose sundress. There is no sound in the room, and the scene on my computer screen is almost surreal. Is that my wife? Is that really her with another man’s hands on her bare skin, his fingers now moving up under her dress as she slowly parts her thighs, parts them for him.
It’s for both of us, I remind myself as I push my chair back from the small table and adjust my cock and balls. My underwear is starting to feel tight around my growing erection already, and my breathing is quickening as I see Amy’s legs shiver as Parker pushes his hands all the way up her dress from behind.
17
AMY
I am shivering even though the sun is hot on my back and Parker’s hands are warm and smooth. It occurs to me that it has been almost four years since another man even so much as gave me a friendly hug, and the realization that a relative stranger’s hands are now under my dress, pressing the rounds of my ass, teasing the elastic of my black underwear that is feeling almost uncomfortable now as my body stiffens for a moment . . . oh, lord, the realization is getting me hot now, wet now, slowly but surely.
My rising arousal is accompanied by a huge sense of relief. After
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