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“Hey, beautiful.”
I smile. “Hey, sexy man. I take it you’ve landed safely.”
“Yeah. I’m headed to the Biltmore now. How was your morning?”
I glance over at the French-cut panties tossed up on the nightstand, a sweet reminder of this morning’s tryst. A smile forms on my lips as I reach over and bring the white lacy cloth up to my nose. I inhale deeply. The musty smell of Celeste’s cunt still lingers in the crotch of her panties. As I toy with the silky material, I push two fingers into my wet slit, remembering the way the garment stretched over her ass, hugged her hips, and captured her cunt. Its bold imprint stained by seeping juices and the wetness of my mouth as I tongued her slit through the fabric. A moan slips out from the back of my throat, reveling in the way she tasted.
“It was deeee…mmm…lightful…”
He chuckles. “Oh yeah? Is that right. And what made it so delightful, baby?”
“Mmmm…playing in my pussy.”
“Mmm, nice. I like that.” His voice dips dangerously low and deep. “Is that what you’re doing now?”
Aaron loves it when I masturbate. He loves hearing me moan. He loves the smell and sound of my wet pussy. And he loves watching me more. “Yessss.”
“Damn, I wish I could see you finger-fucking that pretty pussy. You fucking that pussy for Daddy, huh, baby?”
I grunt, slowly moving my fingers in and out of me.
He lowers his voice to almost a whisper. “Yeah, baby. Give Daddy that pussy. I wish I were in back of you right now, fucking your brains out, slamming you deep with all this hard dick.”
“Oooh, yessss…fuck me with that big, black dick. Give it to me, baby…ooooh…”
“Damn, baby, you got my dick hard as hell.”
“Mmmmm. I love your big, hard dick. You wanna slam it all in my tight cunt? Make me squirm and squeal from being fucked fast and hard by you.” My fingers go knuckles deep inside my slit, rapidly stroking my spot. “Oooh, I want you to fill my cunt with your thick cum, baby…”
“Open them pretty legs, baby. Let me see that wet pussy…”
I imagine Aaron’s driver eyeing him in his rearview mirror as he strains to keep his throbbing cock trapped between his boxers and his designer dress pants.
I reach for my cell, spread my legs wide for him and snap a picture of my wet pussy, open and ready. I click SEND. I imagine Aaron in the backseat of the Town Car that has picked him up from the airport, now transporting him to his hotel, with his large hand pressed into his crotch. His dick thickening at the thought of my pussy splayed open by wet fingers.
Aaron knows I’m his freak. But he also thinks I am his perfect, little trophy
wife. If only he knew how naughty I am when he’s gone. If only he knew how many pussies and tits and assholes my tongue has caressed. If only he knew how many warm, wet mouths have caressed mine. How many tongues have lapped at my clit and swirled in and out of my holes. The mere thought of him finding out frightens and excites me.
“I sent you something.”
“Good,” he says. “I’d love the real thing.”
“Me too.”
“You drive me crazy, woman.”
“I know I do.”
“Look. We’re pulling up into the hotel now. I’ll call you after I get checked in. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I say softly.
“Keep that pussy wet for me.”
“I always do.”
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