Exchange

Cheri sat cross-legged on the bed, completely naked, phone glowing in her hand while Manny’s thick, still-slick cock rested heavily against her thigh. She had just finished scrolling through the fresh notifications on the Dick Pants account when the comments from New-at-This stopped her cold.

Her dark eyes narrowed, then sparkled with that dangerous, scientific curiosity she always got when a particularly interesting specimen of lust appeared in the data set.

She read the first one aloud in a low, throaty voice:

“Er, I also savor the nudity at the end with your explosion. You can sure entertain a man. If you are not gay, forgive me for being so forward, but you sure are alluring.”

Then the next:

“Dick sure knows how to wear his pants!”

And the longer, more intense one that made her nipples tighten instantly:

“Then be forward with me! Strive to go too far!! Tell me your hidden desires, erotic experiences with men. Did you begin at a young age? Any favorite topics to explore? I will crawl through the flowers in your mind. I will help them to bloom, then pick the fruits of your imagination when they are full and ripe.”

Manny propped himself up on one elbow, watching her face. “That one’s eager.”

“Eager is an understatement,” Cheri murmured, already opening the reply box as Dick Pants. “This is pure data. A man openly admitting the videos make him want more… and inviting me to go further. Look how carefully he frames it—curious, poetic, hungry. Classic approach-avoidance mixed with genuine arousal. Perfect subject.”

She began typing, her free hand sliding down between her legs as she crafted the response in character.

Dick Pants replied:

Appreciate the honesty. Glad the ending did it for you. I’m not gay… but I do enjoy knowing the videos hit hard for men too. The way the pants stretch, the weight, the finish—yeah. I know what it looks like. You want me to be forward? Fine. I like watching people lose control to it. I like knowing someone is stroking while that heavy cock swings and then erupts. That’s the part that gets me off when I film. Tell me what you’re doing right now while you watch. Be specific. I want the details.

Cheri hit send, then immediately switched to her burner account Hungry4DickPants and added fuel:

Fuck… reading this exchange has me leaking. That “savor the nudity” line? Same. The way Dick Pants finishes always ruins me. New-at-This, if he actually answers you I’m going to edge so hard. Also… those white pants. Jesus.

She set the phone down for a second, breathing harder. The jealousy was already blooming—hot, sharp, and delicious. Some stranger was openly lusting after her husband’s body, inviting deeper conversation, asking about hidden desires and experiences with men. And instead of shutting it down, she was encouraging it. Feeding it. Measuring it.

Manny’s hand slid up her thigh. “You’re dripping already.”

“Of course I am,” she whispered, turning the screen so he could see the comments again. “He’s not just jerking off. He’s trying to talk to you. He’s asking for the flowers in your mind. And I’m the one answering. That’s… intensely hot. And it makes me want to claim you harder right after.”

She picked the phone back up and continued the conversation as Dick Pants when New-at-This inevitably replied later that evening. Cheri kept the tone teasing, dominant, and slightly mysterious—never fully confirming anything, but never shutting the door either. She asked questions back. She pushed him to describe exactly how the videos affected him. She used her burner to amplify the energy, pretending to be another thirsty gay fan egging both of them on.

Every reply she sent made her more possessive and more aroused.

By the time she finally put the phone down, her thighs were slick and Manny was fully hard again just from watching her work.

“Come here,” she ordered softly, climbing on top of him. “I just spent the last hour making strangers want you more. Now remind me who actually gets this cock.”

She sank down onto him in one slow, deliberate motion, moaning as he stretched her open. While she rode him, she kept glancing at the phone on the nightstand, already anticipating New-at-This’s next message—and already planning how she would answer it.