8. Christian #2
We’re not really doing this!
Me
We could. No one would know.
Me
You’ll just need to make sure you stay quiet.
I waited. Watching the screen. Nothing.
I ran a hand over my face. “I fucked up,” I whispered to Arlo.
But he was already sound asleep at my feet.
Shit. I went too far. She was probably going to block me now.
I took my hand out of my pants and started to type out an apology, telling her never mind, when I heard the floorboards creak above my head.
I followed the sound, her feet traveling across the ceiling above me as if she was walking over to her suitcase and back to the bed.
Holy shit was she going to do it? I held my breath, waiting, my eyes glued to the screen in my hands.
Three dots popped up.
Wifey
If we’re going to do this, I’m going to be the one to call the shots.
Me
Holy shit! For real?! Am I dreaming?!
Wifey
Christian!
Wifey
Rule #1: don’t make this into a thing. This changes nothing.
I smiled like the fucking fool I was.
Me
Ok. Ok. I’ll keep it cool.
Wifey
Wifey
Rule #2: this stays between us.
Me
Obviously. I don’t kiss and tell.
Wifey
Rule #3: I choose what toy I use. Not you.
Me
You don’t want to use a dildo?
Wifey
Oh, I’m using one of my dildos, but I’m also using a butt plug.
Heat flooded my body, my hips voluntarily thrusting forward begging to release the pressure. If I wasn’t already in love with this girl, I may have just fallen.
Me
FUUUUUCKKKK! You sure you don’t want me to come up?
Wifey
NO. STAY. Rule #4: this never leaves text.
Me
So, this is just a sexting relationship?
You’d think my ego would be hurt by that, but I was willing to do anything for her, even if she was setting limits to this.
Wifey
Take it or leave it.
Me
Deal!
I didn’t even hesitate.
Wifey
Rule #5: Reminder, I call the shots. If I need you to talk me through it, I’ll let you know.
Me
Not a problem. Just, how many rules are there going to be?
Wifey
Rule #6: If I need to issue new rules, I retain the right to do so.
Me
Where do I sign?
Wifey
Now tell me, if I let you stay, instead of pushing you out of the room, what would you have done?
This was really happening. My hand drifted into my pants, my fingers wrapping around my heated skin.
Me
I would have pulled you into my arms and kissed you.
Wifey
Rule #7: No kissing.
Me
Sage baby, you’re not going to let me kiss you in this fantasy?
Wifey
No. I don’t kiss.
Me
I beg to differ.
Wifey
That was a one off.
Me
Could I kiss somewhere else if I can’t kiss you on the lips?
Wifey
That’s acceptable. Where would you like to kiss me?
Me
If I can’t kiss you on the lips, I’d start along your jaw and travel down your throat. I’d remove your shirt so I could take your tits in my hands and suck those perfect little nipples into my mouth, just like that little clit vibrator sucked my finger earlier.
Silence. I listened. There was a quiet creak of my old bed springs above my head. I wondered if she was touching herself while I texted, rubbing her tits.
Me
Then I’d travel down between them until I reached your waistband to drag down your pants, pressing a kiss to your belly while my hands explored your curves.
Wifey
My fingers would be buried in your hair, pushing you down until you were between my thighs.
Me
Mmmmmm. You like being in charge, don’t you?
Wifey
It’s the only way.
That seemed like a loaded statement to me. Or … a key to unlock the Sage I so desperately wanted?
Me
Then it’s the only way we’ll play. Tell me how you like it.
I watched, painfully impatient while the three dots bounced on the screen.
I could feel my dick thickening, blood pulsing beneath my hand.
I was already close. The pressure continued to build at the base of my spine.
My tip was leaking and I dragged the pre-cum with my thumb down my length, imagining it was her hand wrapped around me.
Wifey
I like to feel full while my clit is stimulated.
Me
Fuck, baby.
Me
I’d put two fingers inside you, thrusting while my thumb rubbed that tight little hole until it softened for me to press inside. I’d wrap my mouth around your clit, sucking it and flicking it with my tongue while you grind against my hand.
I thrust my hips into my hand, increasing the speed while I rubbed up and down my cock.
Wifey
Don’t stop, rodeo star.
Me
Never. Not until you’re falling apart, soaking my hand.
Wifey
Your hand wouldn’t be enough.
Me
No? Do you need me to use your toys on you?
Wifey
Yes. Lube up the butt plug and press it inside, it tightens my pussy so I can feel it all.
Me
Would you want my cock or your dildo?
Wifey
Start with the dildo until I’m right on the edge, begging you to make me come, then take it out and let me touch you until you’re right there with me. I’d bring you to my entrance and beg you to fuck me.
Just like that my cum shot up my belly, soaking my shirt.
“Fucking shit,” I hissed, shooting off the couch and stumbling in the dark. I set my phone down until I found a box of tissues on the kitchen counter.
I hadn’t jerked off in my parents’ house since high school, but this felt like old hat as I cleaned myself off and made it back to the sofa.
Wifey
Christian?
Wifey
You still there?
Me
Yeah, baby, I’m here. I had to clean myself up. Are you close?
Wifey
So close. Tell me how you’d finish me?
Me
I’d give you a slow fuck first while I softly rubbed your clit and sucked on your pulse point.
Me
Slowly speeding it up until you’re writhing beneath me. I’d take that butt plug out and trade it out for the dildo, thrusting it in time with my cock. You’d be saying it was too much, but I’d praise you and caress you until you fell apart around my cock.
Me
You’d be loose and tired afterward and I’d clean you up and tuck you back into bed.
I waited. I swear I thought I heard a muffled moan above my head.
Me
Did you get there?
Wifey
Yes. Thank you.
The door upstairs creaked open and feet padded across the hallway to the bathroom. I held my breath, half hoping to hear her coming down the stairs, changing her mind that this would stay on text, but instead the bathroom door closed, water ran, a toilet flushed, and she retreated to the bedroom.
I didn’t release the air in my lungs until my phone lit up again with her last notification.
Wifey
Good night, rodeo star.