EroticReverie

*commissioned*

When I get home dinner with my wife is miserable. It's the only thing we do together now. I ask her how her day is, and she responds with a one word answer and then asks the same question to me. I give the same one word response, knowing somehow that even if I were to elaborate, she'd give zero fucks about how my day actually went. Especially if I was honest. Oh you know, just was sent risque snap chats by my TA. Thought about fucking her a few dozen times. The usual.   

Yeah, that would go over really well. 

She tells me sometime later this week we are going to go have dinner with her parents. She looks to me for a facial response, because she knows I loathe going to her parents. They never liked me, not from day one. But I give her nothing other than a nod of agreement, and tell her to let me know when. 

I don't miss the slight lift of her brows in surprise. But I know there's no point in creating an argument , when we both know i'll end up going anyways. Because a wife that ignores you is one thing, a wife that's angry and spiteful when she doesn't get her way is another. I'd prefer not to deal with the angry spiteful version so I just agree. 

After dinner she takes her glass of wine to the living room to watch her television shows. I clean up the dining room and kitchen. 

When I'm done I go to my office, a small little room that I get to myself. I close the door , take off my glasses and rub my eyes. 

I take my phone and set it on the desk and then put my glasses back on before going through a few papers from students that worked on some extra credit. 

I'm pretty focused until a text messages chimes on my phone lighting up the screen. 

It's Sam. She's had my number since the beginning, she barely ever used it, and when she did it was strictly for work. 

When I opened my phone to read the text, all it said was "Snap." 

I let out a breath and contemplated opening the app. Should I ? Shouldnt I ? It was clear that she was no longer using my phone number for professional reasons, after what she sent me in Snapchat earlier when we had lunch together, I knew there was a good chance she'd be sending me the same thing again. 

I opened the app, but instead of a picture, it was just a message.

"I miss you." it said. 

My eyebrows rose, because somehow, that was more intimate than if she were to send me a flirty shot of her legs or her ass again. She missed me. 

I smiled at my phone, and replied. 

"You'll see me tomorrow." I replied. 

She sent an eye rolling emoji. 

"Send me a pic." she types. 

"Of me?" I replied.

"No Patrick. (eye roll emoji) of the grass growing." she types. 

I chuckle a little and then lift the phone, at a straight on angle, and feel awkward taking a photo of myself, but I give a half smile and cock my brow slightly, and hit send. 

"there." I say. 

She replies with a smiley face emoji.

"Do you know how good looking you are?" she types. 

I feel my ego boost just a little, because someone like Sam telling me she likes the way I look, makes me feel good each time. 

"Do you know how good looking YOU are?" I reply. 

"Yes." she types and I chuckle. 

"Because you stare nonstop, and I'd hate to think you're only looking at me because i'm hideous." she types. 

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. That's why I stare." I type. Hesitating on pressing send, but then hit the send button, my heart thumps faster and I wait. 

"I had fun at lunch today." she says with a little winky emoji. 

"Me too." I reply. 

"Can I tell you a secret?" she types. 

"Yes." I reply. 

"I've been wet for you since this morning." she types. 

I almost drop my damn phone, and whisper a curse to myself. 

What do I say to that? I know what I want to say of course, but I know I should'nt.

"That's quite a secret Sam." I reply. 

"lol, is it?" she asks. 

I rub a hand over my face. What am I doing? She tells me shes been wet for me and I just say, thats quite a secret?

"You make it impossible Sam." I type. 

"Make what impossible?" She replies.

"To be a good man." I reply, having told her the same thing earlier today. 

"So I'm told." she types.

"So it's working then? Am I breaking you down Patrick?" she asks. 

"You have no idea how hard it is to resist you sometimes." I reply.

"I've seen EXACTLY how HARD it is for you Patrick. Not hard enough though. I'd like to make it even harder for you if you let me." she replies.

For fucks sake. 

"Jesus" I breathe, my hand going to my cock through my pants as she sends a picture of her in her bathroom, in just a towel, with her back to her mirror, the bottom of her ass peeking out of her towel. I groan when the picture disappears. 

"Thoughts?" she types. 

Her body is insane, the type of curves that make me fucking crazy. Those curves have my cock hard as hell already, and I rub myself through my pants, then type. 

"I'm not sure I have any. I can't think right now. Not after that." I type.

"Do you want more?" she types. 

I'm too fucking horny to let my guilt win this round.

"Yes." I type. "Please." 

"Only if you promise to cum for me tonight." she types. 

Shit. 

"It wouldn't be the first time." I say, getting braver. 

"Mmmm. Are you telling me that innocent Patrick Crosby gets off to dirty thoughts of me?" she types.

"Yes." I reply. "More times that I'd care to admit." 

"That's so fucking sexy." she types. 

The next photo she sends is of her from the back again, but this time, the one side of her towel is lifted by her hand, exposing one side of her ass. I groan. 

"More." I type, and then set down my phone and undo my pants.

I have my cock in my hand jerking it slowly when the next picture comes through. 

This time, her entire bare ass is revealed, the towel, lifted, resting on her nice big ass. 

"fuck" I whisper, moving my hand on my dick faster, and hating the little fucking countdown on the picture, knowing it's about to disappear. 

"your turn." she types.

"I'd rather look at you." I type. 

"Don't be selfish. Share with me. Doesn't have to be nude. Just tease me. You're good at that." She says with a winky face.

"I'm good at teasing you?" I ask.

"Mhm." she says.

"You tease me all the time with showing off that hard dick through your pants." she types. 

"Show me how hard you are." she types 

I take a breath. I shove my cock back into my pants, zipping them back up, cause I'm just not sure about sending an actual picture of my cock. 

I take a photo of my bulge, and send it. 

"My favorite view." she replies.

I place my hand on my cock through my pants, gripping it, to further enhance the outline of it. I send another. 

"I wish my hand was on it." she types, I groan. 

"I wish I could rub my hand over it, feel how hard you get for me with my own hands." she types, as I take my cock back out stroking it. 

"I want to sit on your lap and grind my ass against it. I want to tease your cock with my bare ass." she types. 

"Tell me what you'd do if I had my bare ass in your lap Patrick....tell me what you'd do if you and I weren't married." she says. 

I swallow, and reply. 

"I'd tell you what a great ass you have."

"I'd grab your hips and press it harder against your ass, telling you how much I love looking at your ass all day." 

"I'd grab that ass, and I'd spank it."

"I really, really want to spank you Sam." I type.

"Keep going." she replies.

"I'd bend you over my desk and spank you for teasing me. For grinding that perfect ass on my cock." I reply. 

She sends another picture. Except it's not a picture, it's a god damn video. 

"You should do it Mr. Crosby." I hear her voice come through the speaker on my phone as she still stands in her bathroom, towel still lifted above her ass, as she reaches her free hand back behind her and rubs her ass for me. God fucking god. I couldn't believe I was watching her.

I squeezed my cock when her hand lifted and spanked herself on the ass. 

"Spank me Crosby. Tell me what a bad girl I am for teasing that cock." her voice purrs through the phone. 

She spanks herself again and the video disappears. 

I groan, stroking my cock. 

Before I can even reply another video comes through and my eyes bulge as she stands there, back to the camera still and the towel is nowhere to be seen.

"God, I'm so wet" she pants, and my eyes widen when I see her spread her legs, and realize her free hand is now between her legs. She's touching herself. Fuck. Fuck . Fuck. 

"Patrick...I want you inside me." she breathes and whimpers. 

"So fucking bad." she pants, as the video cuts off again. 

My head goes back as I stroke my cock and groan, and feel my cock throb for her, needing her on it. 

The next video almost makes me fucking cum, when I see it's of her facing the mirror now, her tits bare and hanging perfectly on her chest, her hand between her legs as she records herself masturbating. 

"My pussy never gets as wet as it does when I think about you fucking me." she says as she then leans back against the wall across from the mirror. 

Another video comes through and I jerk myself faster as I listen to her moan and tell me all about how wet her fingers are as I watch her finger herself. 

"You're so fucking sexy." I type and then stroke my cock. 

"You're going to make me cum." I tell her. 

"I love your body." I type. 

"I wish I could fuck you." I type. 

My lust for her has completely taken over, my brain only focused on one thing. 

Sam. 

Another video comes through. 

"Fuck me Mr. Crosby." she moans as she continues to finger herself. "Let me cum all over your cock. Mmmmmmm, I want your cum inside me Patrick" she says as her breathing grows heavier. 

The next video is her just moaning as her head pushes against the wall and she rubs her clit now. Her hips rolling into her own hand. 

The next video is of her gorgeous face, and angle from above, letting me see her tits, and her hand still at work below. 

"I'm gonna cum soon.....cum with me...I want you to cum with me.." she pants. "fuck my pussy is so wet, I need my pussy fucked Patrick...I need you to fuck my pussy...please" she begs. 

I lose it, I cum into my fucking hand, jerking off as I groan and breathe heavily.

My guilt comes right back after I cum, wondering what I've done as I look at my load, having made a mess in my god damn hand. I grab tissues and wipe my cum from my hand until theyre pretty much clean and then pick up my phone. 

I watch the next two videos. Each of her in that same position, the camera angled down, showing her face as she gets closer. Then the next is over beautiful face as she cums for me. For me. I sigh, and groan , shaking my head at my screen as she whispers my name in a quiet pant as she cums. 

"I came before you even sent those last videos." I tell her. 

"You're even more beautiful when you cum." I type. 

A minute later she replies. 

"I've never cum so hard in my life." she types. 

"We need to make this happen Patrick. Seriously. I need you." she types.

"You know I want to. But I can't." I type. 

"I'll see you tomorrow then Mr. Crosby. Thanks for the help with orgasm." she types. 

"Have a good night." she types.

"See you tomorrow Sam. Goodnight."