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“Open the dress, Ella... Let me see that delicious body you have” I ask again and, panting, she obeys.
Her arm stretches out to give me a ringside seat of the hand that doesn’t hold the phone undoing the loop that holds the two parts of the fabric together. When the knot breaks and Antonella’s body is revealed, I groan at the same time satisfied with the sight and very, very frustrated at being so far away from her.
The breasts are tucked into a lilac lace bra that has black seams and sides.The piece is transparent, so the small pink nipples are completely exposed.The flat belly traces a delicious path to the rounded hips in which a triangle of fabric as transparent as that of the bra covers the shaved pussy.
“Damn it, Antonella!” I swear already undoing my belt and pulling my arm away with my cell phone exactly as she did, giving her a perfect view of what I’m doing.
“Take off your panties, wife!” Ella makes a real contortionism, descending the piece one side at a time so as not to have to release the cell phone until the piece of fabric is thrown on the floor.Without me having to ask, she pulls her bra down, exposing rigid nipples and tucked into the fabric that has accumulated beneath them. “Sit on the counter?”
“No.” she begins to protest, but I interrupt her.
“I want that pussy open for me and on the stool will not work, babe! Sit on the counter and spread your legs wide.Look how fucking hard I am for you!” I let the camera show my cock being massaged in all its desperate glory to sink into her hot pussy and my wife sucks her own mouth.The movement causes a sore pinch on my balls. “Show me if you’re already wet? Are you dripping for me?”A low groan leaves her mouth upon hearing my words and she gives in.With a small impulse, she sits on the counter, then opens her legs wide and points the camera down.The pink lips are exposed, and the brightness in them leaves no doubt about Antonella’s level of arousal. “Fuck, honey!I would like to suck that pussy so bad and lick every drop you gave me until you screamed and came on my tongue.” I’m as affected as she is by what I say, and my hand starts to slide easier down my own dick when it starts drooling. “Look what you do to me, baby! Touch yourself? Let me hear you moaning?” Antonella takes two fingers to her pussy and slips them through her lips slowly only twice before she starts rubbing them in circular motions through her folds.
Watching her masturbate so hot drives me crazy.Her touch is experienced, she knows exactly how to give herself pleasure, and her moans soon catch up with me.Pleasure rises up my spine with each more intense movement I make, and I clench my teeth, refusing to close my eyes and miss any second of the spectacle that unfolds on the screen in the palm of my hand.Antonella takes her completely wet fingers over her body, moistening her belly until she reaches her breasts and plays with one of her nipples.
“Oh, fuck, Antonella! Holy shit!” I growl and squeeze my cock hard when my balls look ready to explode.Seeming to feed off my despair, my wife moves her fingers and camera down.They pass right through the hard clit, through the open lips and sink deep into the molten vulva. Fuck! My movements become faster, and a drop of sweat slips down my forehead despite the air conditioning, and Antonella starts to fuck herself as fast as my hand fucks me.
“Yeah, babe! Fuck that hot pussy!” The white liquid drips with each thrust she does, licking not only the fingers that come in, but the entire entrance, the folds, the clitoris, the thumb that caresses it, making a delicious mess, delicious as fuck.
Antonella moans loudly, but just like mine, her eyes refuse to close, to miss a second of what she’s seeing, crazily horny, on the screen.
“Come for me, Marcos? Come like you were coming in my pussy, give me everything! Will you fill my pussy with jizz?” she asks, naughty, and I lose what little control I still had.
I come with my mouth shut and teeth clenched to control the roar that leaves my throat as my wife screams and her pussy drools even more.I hold the head of my cock, controlling the mess that is made, but I cannot do the same for the spasms that pass through my body.
Antonella collapses onto the kitchen counter and now the camera focuses only on her smiling, relaxed, sweaty face.The urge to kiss her mouth is almost desperate, and I shake my head, denying it.I can’t believe I actually did that.
Not that my office does not know shameless acts.Quite the opposite.My desk has witnessed and supported a considerable number of fucks, as has the very couch I’m sitting on now.But this here, the fucking sex by video call, consequence of a boner that appears and hits me with the speed and force of a lightning, was definitely the first time.
And, to be completely honest, none of the fucks witnessed by these walls were any hotter than watching Antonella masturbate for me.
“Antonella, I don’t know if you’ve read the small print, but in our marriage contract it’s written that you’re obliged to call me every time you feel like it! This is a contractual obligation!” I comment and she laughs.Her laugh would make me smile if I didn’t already have a stupid smile on my face.
“That’s not what I called about! You’re a bastard! I wanted to have lunch with you!”
“I’ve never eaten anything better than you, Antonella, so I’m very pleased with my favorite dish, thank you!”
“Asshole!”
“Look at you not caring about my romanticism... That’s not how you keep a marriage, love!”
“Jerk!” she replies laughing.
“Hottie!” I dismiss her offense with a compliment and we both sat quietly for some time, just enjoying each other’s company, even from a distance. “Our marriage is real, Antonella...It may not be conventional, but it is real.” I break the silence after a while.
With my head resting on the back of the couch, one hand holding the camera pointed at my face and the other still containing my own cum, I can’t imagine a more appropriate time to say these words.She opens her mouth, closes it, turns her face sideways, but not the phone, which makes it so that for a few moments, I can only observe her profile.
“And what fits inside this unconventional definition?” she asks, finally turning her face to me.
“Honesty, mutual trust, affection, friendship, horniness and everything else we want.”
“As long as it’s convenient…” she mutters, looking slightly annoyed by something I said.
“As long as it’s convenient…” I shake my head, agreeing and Antonella blinks.When she focuses on me again, her eyes no longer tell me the same words as before.
“Does it fit you calling me love when you’re crazy horny?” Raises an eyebrow, replacing the discomfort of moments ago with an affrontive posture.
“You don’t like it?” I frown.
