Give the guy at the office your number
From Create Your Own Story
Hey, how's it going? x
That's the first text you receive from "guy at the office." The conversation judders along at that awkward pace for awhile as you struggle to think of what to say and show every message to your husband to make sure this is OK. He's bored and a little embarrassed. You're completely out of your depth. But with time you grow more comfortable and confident in what you write. In fact, it's you who starts flirting. It's him who starts sexting.
The first time he asks you what you're wearing or where you're touching yourself, you ignore it. But he's persistent. When he tells you how many fingers to put inside, you admit that you obeyed. And when he tells you to suck them clean and describe the taste, you tell him he can find out for himself.
It's not long before a picture of his cock shows up on your phone.
This is the message your husband is interested in. This is the turning point where things become real, visual, physical. There's an actual cock that could actually fuck you and it's hard because of the things you said so you can't pretend your words disappeared into nothing. There are men who will want you and it makes you consider - more seriously than before - what you're agreeing to.
The sexting continues. He wants a picture of your tits but you refuse. Your husband tries to encourage you but you won't be bullied. You set your own pace and slowly understand it's you in control.
So one night, during sex, you reach for your phone. You make it blatantly clear you're reading through his texts, that it's helping you. And then you speak aloud as you type another message:
He's fucking me right now
It's gone before you overthink it. Soon enough, a string of messages fire back and forth. Your husband barely controls himself; his trusts become crazed and unyielding. You're enjoying this but you're more impressed by how turned on he is and carry on the game more for his sake. But then he leans close to your ear...
"You know, pretty soon me and him are gonna swap places."
And that's when you cum. Hard.
You drop the phone and scream as your walls clench tight around his cock. For a second you believe it's this other guy pounding you whilst your husband spurs you on. You feel dirty and guilty and wholly fucking satisfied. You won't admit it to him yet but you know already you're going to go through with all this.
He reaches for your phone and pulls back. His limp cock slides out of you. A moment later, he leans back over and shows you the screen.
The picture is of you. Your ass is poised high and your legs are wide, leaving you utterly exposed. Your labia is burning red and engorged, your hole still gaping and cum is dripping down from out your cunt. You've never seen yourself after getting fucked before. You look so... used.
"Can I send this to him?"
You look again at the photo. You can't necessarily tell that's it you.
