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Tilly smiled at his message before replying.
Woke up with terrible cramps. Already cancelled. Though my period isn’t due for another week. : )
Before a huge smile spread across Gage’s face, the knot in his gut disappeared.
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Gage stood in front of the mirror with his cell held up, pointing to his reflection. He snapped a pic and sent it to their thread. Putting the phone to his ear, he told her, “I sent it. Your turn.” They had a night of no interruptions and were sharing what they were wearing to bed that night.
Tilly opened his pic, and her breath caught. It did every time she saw his body. He was only wearing gray boxer briefs, the black waistband hanging low on his hips, his abs on display. How badly she wanted to run her hands down his body. To feel those muscles respond to her touch. She felt a twinge of guilt. Standing in her bathroom with the door locked, she knew she shouldn’t be doing it, but the way she felt around him, how he made her feel, she couldn’t stop.
“I want to touch you,” she whispered.
Gage let out a low grumbled, “Fuck.” And the thought of Tilly’s hands on him had his cock growing. “I so fucking want that, too.”
Tilly only replied with a pained exhale. “I’ll send you your pic. One sec.”
She held out her hand, her night shirt riding up her thighs as she did. The scoop neckline sat low, showing off a fair amount of cleavage. It was tempting to put on some of her black lace lingerie that was so sheer it was like wearing nothing, but her husband would wonder. And just thinking that, this had to stop, but she didn’t want to stop. Snapping a pic, she sent it to Gage.
“I sent it.”
“Okay,” Gage muttered, opening their texting thread and staring at the image of Tilly. He saved every pic she had sent to him. Tucked away in a folder in his files. And as many times over the weeks they had shared images of themselves, his hands itched everytime to touch her. His lips burned to kiss her. “Jesus, I wanna touch you.” He admitted in a raspy voice.
Tilly couldn’t hold back the moan at the thought, her body ached imagining his hands moving up her thighs, his mouth following. “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Gage. I don’t know when it shifted, or if we were heading this way from the beginning, but I can’t stop thinking about you, and lately, it’s thoughts I know I shouldn’t be having, but God, I want your hands on me, your mouth...I want you.”
Gage’s voice was low, deep, and filled with need. “Fuck, Tilly, I want you. I’m thinking since our first call three weeks ago that something shifted. But to be fucking honest, the past seven weeks have been torture.”
Hearing he was feeling the intense shift as well, even knowing he was, Tilly replied, “For me, too.”
Gage slowly walked to his bed, whispering. “Lay on your bed, Tilly.” Gage followed his own instructions by laying on his side of the bed, making sure his eyes never drifted to his wife’s side.
Tilly walked on unsteady legs, her heart pounding in her throat, as she moved into her bedroom. It was late. The kids were asleep, and Luke wasn’t home. Her hand shook as she pulled back the comforter and climbed into bed.
“I’m shaking,” she whispered. “But not from nerves.”
“Lay on your back and bend your right knee,” Gage said as his hand slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers.
Tilly put her phone on speaker, the volume low, and rested it next to her on the pillow. She bent her knee and felt the cool air between her legs that sent a chill of anticipation down her spine. “I’m on my bed, my knee bent. Tell me what you’re doing.”
Gage let out a low growl. “I’m laying in bed, my hand stroking my cock. Fuck,” He groaned. “Picturing you, walking to the bed, climbing in… next to me.” There were a few beats of silence before Gage told her, “Touch yourself.”
“I already am,” she whispered, lifting her other knee, spreading her legs as her fingers moved through her wet folds. “I wish it was me stroking your cock.”
“I wish it was my hand between your legs, my fingers gliding through your wet pussy.” Gage paused, closed his eyes and pictured gazing into Tilly’s eyes as he slid a finger inside her. “Tell me how wet you are?”
“So wet.” She moaned as she sank a finger into her pussy, thinking about Gage stroking himself, thinking about her as he did. “I wish it was your fingers, your mouth.”
“Fuck, yes,” Gage uttered roughly. “I want to taste you.” His hand sliding along his cock was moving faster now.
Tilly worked her clit, pushed two fingers deep into her pussy thinking about Gage’s mouth on her. “It feels so good.” she groaned, “Tell me…”
Her bedroom door opened. Luke flipped on the lights, his focus drifted to his wife, thinking she was asleep, then froze seeing her hand between her legs. A grin curved his lips as he closed the door and locked it.
Tilly’s hand froze as did the rest of her. Her heart was pounding for an entirely different reason. Tears of shame burned her eyes, staring at her husband while listening to Gage’s heavy breathing. Guilt slammed into her, as she bit back a mortified sob. She’d been toeing the line with Gage for weeks, developing feelings she had no business feeling, getting attached to a man she had no claim on, and worse, was already claimed by another. It was almost poetic that she got caught on the night she stopped toeing the line and just crossed right over it. She was a terrible wife. No, she was a terrible person.
Gage opened his mouth to ask her what she was doing when he heard a male voice.
Luke strolled to the end of the bed, his focus between her legs. “You waited up for me.”
