The Game We Played

The game we played was all about getting the other person turned on so badly that they needed to come home early to masturbate for release. We had played the game for years. We started with emails before social media and sexting became a thing. Emails would be short stories of what we wanted to do to each other or with other people. Then texting became available and we found ourselves sending dirty messages to each other all day long. If one of us got home early and could not wait for the other to get home, then a solo orgasm, or two, helped ease the tension. As soon as the other one of us got home, it was either oral sex or a fulfilling quickie. Afternoon quickies always made us happy. Sexual frustration that just kept building all day was so sweet when released. Frankly, it was our favorite type of sex.

When we discovered the opportunity to connect with people we had never met through social media and other phone apps our world suddenly changed. We were able to explore the fantasies we had always had about being with other people. We had been monogamous for ten years of marriage. Only in fantasy did we imagine sex with other people. But connecting with real people, well people we hoped were real, through social media and texting apps made fantasy come alive. We both had been experimenting with our anonymous accounts for months. I had been able to have some fun sexting conversations that required me to masturbate at work or home before my wife arrived on several occasions.

My wife, Avery, had been surprised at how quickly her followers grew in numbers with provocative pictures of her breasts, her curves, and her smile. The numbers exploded when she started recording herself masturbating and posting them for her followers to watch. The messages she received were voluminous. She could barely get through them each day. Many, too many, were photos of the erections she gave to her followers. Avery is a visual person, so she, unlike many women, liked receiving them. But only a few captured her imagination. Only a few individuals were able to give her enough messaging attention to turn her on. Even fewer were able to sext in a way that got her to masturbate with them. As I was learning over the past few months, Avery was masturbating a lot with several different men. It was so arousing for both of us that we were having sex nearly every day, which for a long-term married couple is pretty unusual.

The game we had played for years took a major turn on a sunny summer day in June. She texted me about a new follower on her account. He was a utility worker with a washboard stomach, and he was about ten years younger than her. Along with dick pics, he would send her photos of his body and his face, which was disturbingly handsome. Avery was infatuated with this guy. So much so that she gave him her personal cell phone number, which he had apparently called earlier that day. While giving our personal cell phone number was a breach of our rules, I found the strange contrast of painful jealousy and extreme sexual arousal. It was clear that Avery wanted to share the moment with me so what was the harm if she had had phone sex with this guy I had never met? Avery and I discussed my mixed emotions about him calling her, but I confessed it somehow turned me on. Drove me crazy. Made me desire her even more. Avery texted as much of the scenario as she could to help me feel okay about what went down.

Avery: He asked if he could call and I told him I would like that. His voice was deep, so sexy. He said he was getting ready to do a job but that he had a few minutes to talk dirty to me. When I told him I was working at my office he told me that he would come in and crawl under my desk, spread my legs, and pull my panties to the side while I was on my computer or phone. Nobody would know he was under there. He told me that he would bury his tongue into my pussy, suck my clit, and squeeze my thighs. I told him to keep talking to me while I locked my office door. I sat on my chair, spread my legs, and shoved my hand down my panties. I was so fucking wet!

At this point my cock was fully erect. I slid my chair further under my desk so that the stretched fabric of my slacks could hide from prying eyes, which was silly since it was rare that somebody found their way to my office at the furthest back point of the floor. Still, I felt more comfortable knowing that such an embarrassing circumstance was more preventable. My head seemed to move closer to my phone screen as I read my wife’s texts. I was still not quite sure how to feel about any of this but what I did know was that it was turning me the fuck on!

Avery: Honest, babe, I couldn’t stop myself. I don’t know if I could’ve stopped even if someone walked in on me. I probably would have put him on speaker and fucked whoever walked in the room, to be honest. I finally interrupted him and told him that there was no way I would be able to let him just suck me off under the desk. I told him that I would have dragged him out from under the desk and yanked his jeans down his legs. You know how I suck cock, babe. Nice and slow, taking a shaft all the way down my throat several times before I pick up the pace. I told him how I love to hold the cock in my hand and stroke it while my head bobs up and down. He moaned and told me he had gone to his pickup near the job site so he could jack off.

By now I did not know if I would be able to resist my own need to cum. I wanted so desperately to jerk-off right there in my office, but I knew that was not possible. Someone could come by the office, but it was more likely that I would be called into a meeting any minute. Like Avery, I probably would have tried to fuck nearly anyone who came through the door at that point. My arousal was over the top, almost uncontrollable.

Avery: I could hear his breathing catching as he tried to keep talking to me. I could hear him moan and, at times, I thought I could almost hear his hand pumping his cock. I was rubbing my clit so hard imagining the scene we had created and hearing him through the phone made my hips lift off my chair. He then told me that he wouldn’t be able to just let me suck his cock, if her were in my office. He told me that he would have to turn me around, push my tits to the desk, flip my skirt over my hips, and fuck me right then, right there. Honest to god, babe, when I imagined it, I started moaning. When I did that, he told me he was about to cum. And when he did…I fucking exploded.

It was at this moment I realized I was “sick.” I was suddenly “ill” and could no longer work. I emailed my boss that I was not feeling well and hustled out of the office as quickly as I could. My destination? Avery’s office. I was going there immediately. I had decided I wasn’t going to wait until she got home. I wanted to fuck my wife, just like her phone-sex buddy had described. Or, at least, feel her warm mouth around my cock, which had remained annoyingly erect while I wound my way through the cubicle hell of my company’s office building. I glanced at my phone before tearing out of the office parking lot. Avery had texted that she had to go because someone had shown up at the office and that she was the only one there today. I’m not sure how many laws I broke driving to Avery’s office, but suffice it to say the fifteen-minute drive took about five minutes. My mind was swimming, disoriented.

Since Avery was not expecting me, I drove in the alley behind the office. No cars were in the parking lot I passed on the way to the alley, which meant that maybe her customer was gone already. I drove far into the alley and parked beside a white utility vehicle with an unfamiliar company logo painted on the door. I looked around and did not see the driver nor did I see any utility workers in the alley or working the power lines. I quietly closed my door and crept towards the back door of Avery’s business. Her office was at the front of the building space and her co-worker’s offices were in the back of the office where I entered the building. But, since they traveled a lot, they were rarely there. Sneaking into the office was easy if you had the backdoor’s passcode, of course.

I walked as silently as I could toward her office but, to my disappointment, she was not there. Her computer was on and all her stuff was still there, but she was not. That’s when I heard hushed voices coming from the basement door….