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I flick on the lights in our empty apartment when I get home from work on Friday night. My husband, Dante, is in New York doing promotion for his band’s latest album so I’m alone tonight.
I kick off my shoes and pull off my tight work dress before pulling on sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. I climb onto the bed and relax back on the pillows as I unlock my phone to call Dante. My hand drifts between my legs and I hope that he’s alone in his hotel suite because I’m horny and I miss him.
His face appears on the screen, and he beams at me as I say, “Hi, Honey.”
“Hey, Angel. How was work?”
Damn.
I can see that he’s not in a bed, and I can hear voices in the background so I know he’s not alone.
“Good. Where are you?”
“I’m in Nate’s hotel suite,” he says as he turns the phone around to show me his bandmates.
Sure enough, sitting around the room are Nate, Logan, and Ash; three of my closest friends. The four of them make up the band Wicked Stallion, and are some of the hottest men on the face of the planet. To me, they’re just the guys I’ve known since we were all teenagers in high school.
“Hey, Sexy Lexi,” Nate says with a wicked grin at the camera.
I laugh and say, “Hi, Nate. Hey, Logan. Hey, Ash.” The other two men greet me as well and I ask, “How are the interviews going?”
“Good,” Ash says. “You should’ve come over with us.”
Considering how badly I’m missing Dante, I can’t help but think he’s right.
“I wish I could have. I miss you guys. I’m lonely here on my own,” I pout at the phone screen.
“I’ll jump on a plane tonight and come give you some company if you want me to, Sexy,” Nate teases me.
I chuckle and say, “If Dante’s fine with that, at least I wouldn’t be on my own.”
“How about we all fly home on Monday and have dinner at our place Monday night?” Dante suggests.
“Okay, I’ll take it,” I tell him with a grin. I give him a meaningful look and say, “I miss you, Honey.”
He raises an eyebrow and says, “I miss you, too. I meant to ask, can you please check the mail for me, Angel?”
It’s a simple instruction. Completely benign and not something our friends would think twice about.
Dante is my Dom, and there’s nothing hotter than him telling me to do something when the people around us have no idea what he’s doing. I’m wet as fuck, and I carry the phone with me downstairs to check the mailbox for our apartment. I’m soaking my panties, and my nipples are rock hard against my top.
“Just a couple of bills,” I tell him as my pussy aches.
“I see. Thank you for checking, Angel. I appreciate it.”
I begin to make my way upstairs, and I say, “You’re welcome.”
We talk for about another ten minutes, and Dante has me check on a few things around the apartment. By the time we’re ready to hang up, I’m on the verge of begging him to take the phone somewhere private, but I don’t.
“Well, I’d better go now,” he says. “Enjoy yourself tonight, Angel.”
I do my best to seem as normal as possible as I reply, “I will. Thank you, Honey.” Then, I call out, “Bye, guys.”
Dante turns the phone around again and our friends give their goodbyes as I notice with horror that my nipples are clearly visible against the fabric of my top. I can see them in the tiny picture in the corner of my screen, so god knows how it looks to our friends.
None of them comment on it, of course, and when the call ends, I moan softly. I’m so aroused, and I wish Dante was here to have his wicked way with me. I follow his instruction, though, and enjoy myself as I slip my hand under the waistband of my sweatpants.
I close my eyes and imagine that I’m there with Dante in a hotel suite in New York. Unbidden, my brain supplies a memory of our friends lounging around the room. They’re all hot, and I don’t shut the image away. Instead, I pretend that they’re looking at me as well as Dante.
I imagine Dante’s voice as he murmurs, “Take off your clothes, Angel.”
I can see myself stripping naked in front of the four men, and Nate’s voice. “Looking good, Sexy Lexi.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I bite my lip as I think about uttering those words.
“I think we all want to fuck you, Lexi.”
I pretend Ash says it as Logan nods before he walks over to me and kisses me passionately while playing with my breasts. I rub myself faster as I think about the four men I was just talking to using my body in every way imaginable, and it isn’t long before my orgasm hits me with a powerful force.
“Holy fuck!” I moan loudly.
As soon as my orgasm passes, guilt comes crashing over me. I feel terrible because I’m married to Dante, and I shouldn’t be masturbating while thinking about our friends.
Dante is my husband. Nate, Logan, and Ash are nothing but friends.
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