Make Wiley work for it

I can’t say that I didn’t find the thought of Sarah completely whoring he completely sexy, but I couldn’t bring myself to allow her to devolve herself to that level, at least not yet so I text her back “I think you should keep your clothes on at least for a little. That Prev needs to but in at least some effort.”

She facetimes a few hours later, and says “Well I am about to walk in… I have you on mute… remember save all your cum for me later… And enjoy the show.” She winks at me before placing her phone in her purse.

Sarah “Hay Wiley… What with the roses.”

Wiley shrill voice goes through my speakers “There to show you how much I love you Sara-bear.”

Sarah “Ah thanks… but I do have a boyfriend.”

Wiley nervously laughs “I am hoping this weekend I can show you that you don’t need him.”

Sarah laugh “Oh Wiley you can try. So, what the plan?”

Wiley “For starters I have a nice dinner and I movie prepare.”

I listen to them eat…

Sarah “say who this streak is amazing.”

Wiley laughs “You could have it every day if you moved here with me.”

Sarah jokes back “Oh but I think having you make three every day would be to much to ask?”

Wiley “Three?”

Sarah “Yes three… one for you, me and Liam.”

The room goes silent for a second before Wiley asks “Sara-bear can I ask you a favor.”

Sarah “yep.”

Wiley “At least for the weekend, can you not mention him in front of me.”

She looks down at her camera lessen in purse and winks before she answer “Ok… but that doesn’t mean he does exist.”

Wiley laugh “At least it makes it easier for me to pretend he doesn’t.”

Next comes the movie. It was Sarah favor action thriller. She like it so much because it had a touch of romance in it. She set her purse tip over on the desk on the far side of the room, so I could see everything that was happening.

I know this movie far too well and so did Wiley. Despite loving it and seeming it over fifty times there are multiple point in the movie that would scare Sarah so much that she would be **** to lean into someone for comfort. Which it likely why Wiley picked it out.

Right on cue she leaned into him on the first jump scare. I half expected her to slide away after it was done, but Wiley quickly moved his fat arm to hold her in close. He her close his other hand stared getting daring. He started by placing it on her kneel before slowly sliding it up her skirt.

Wiley predicted the next jump scare so that when she moved in to hide, be moved his lips in the path of Her’s so that she kissed him. Surprise Sarah suddenly jump her head back “Wiley…”

Wiley “What wrong Sara-bear…”

Sarah “You kissed me.”

Wiley “Yes… I done that in the past. And I am already fingering you, so I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

Sarah “But I have a boyfriend.”

Wiley winched “I thought you promise to not mention him.”

She looked over to the phone and winked “Oh sorry I forgot…” no she didn’t because she look over to the phone and winked… All this has been a part of her plan “How can I make it up to you.”

Wiley nervously says “Well you could pretend he doesn’t exist this weekend. It’s not like he is here or will ever find out anyway.” She gives the phone a coy smile as she says “Ok… I’ll try.”

The next jump scare comes and Sarah doesn't hesitate. Her lips meet Wiley's eagerly, her body turning toward him on the couch. I watch through the camera as her hand reaches up to touch his face, their kiss deepening. My heart pounds in my chest, a confusing mixture of jealousy and arousal washing over me.

"You're a much better kisser than I remember," Sarah whispers when they break apart, just loud enough for the phone to pick up.

Wiley's confidence grows visibly. "I've had practice thinking about you."

They don't even pretend to watch the movie anymore. Sarah shifts onto his lap, her skirt riding up her thighs. Their mouths meet again, hungrier this time. Wiley's hands roam freely over her body, cupping her breasts through her blouse. Sarah moans softly against his lips.

“Fuck Sarah, I want you to be mine so badly.” Wiley breathes, fumbling with the buttons of her blouse.

Sarah glances toward the purse, making sure the camera can see as she helps him, slowly undoing each button. "Show me how much you wanted me."

Wiley's hands trembled as he pushed her blouse off her shoulders, revealing the lace bra I'd bought her for our anniversary. The irony wasn't lost on me. His pudgy fingers traced along the delicate fabric.

“Sara-bear… you the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.

Sarah arched her back, pressing herself against him. "I like the way you are looking at me right now. Like I am the only woman in the world."

On screen, explosions erupted as the movie reached its climax, but neither of them noticed. Wiley's mouth found her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin there. Sarah's head fell back, her lips parting in a soft gasp that sent electricity straight through me.

"If you stay here with me, you will always be the only woman in the world for me" Wiley confessed between kisses.

Sarah ignores his commit as her hands worked at his belt, her movements deliberate and teasing. "Tell me what you dreamed about."

"I dreamed about making love to you properly. Taking my time. Showing you how a woman should be treated, as you live here with me" His words were punctuated by gentle kisses along her collarbone

With a groan of desire, Wiley wastes no time in peeling away Sarah's blouse and bra, revealing her perfect, round breasts. He lays her back on the couch, his mouth finding her hardened nipples as his fat fingers tease her hardened bud through her wet panties. She arches her back, a moan escaping her lips, and I can't help but notice the wetness gathering in my pants from pre cum.

Sarah's hands find Wiley's hair, pulling him closer as he worships her breasts. ”Fuck Wiley, you're good at that," she moans, making sure her voice carries to the phone.

The movie credits begin to roll, casting shifting shadows across their entwined bodies. Wiley lifts his head, his breathing heavy, eyes dark with lust.

"Let me take you to the bedroom," he whispers.

Sarah shakes her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "No... right here. I want you right here." She clearly wants to be fuck in front of her phone

She reaches down, freeing him from his pants. Despite his pudgy frame, Wiley is surprisingly well-endowed, and Sarah makes sure to angle herself so the phone captures her expression of surprise and desire.

Sarah licks her lips, her eyes locked on mine through the phone's camera. "I want you, Wiley. Right here, right now."

Wiley doesn't need any further encouragement. He positions himself at her entrance, his breathing ragged and erratic. "Are you sure?" he asks, seeking one final confirmation.

"I've never been surer," she breathes, guiding him inside her with a moan.

Their movements are slow at first, their bodies coming together in a familiar yet new dance. Wiley's touches are tentative but possessive, as if he's afraid she might slip through his fingers again. Sarah moans loudly for the camera, her nails digging into the leather couch as he picks up the pace.

“Wiley… Fuck, Wiley! Yes!” she cries out, her hips bucking against him. "Don't stop!" Their moans fill the room, muffled only by the sound of the movie credits playing in the background. I can't tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding before me: my beautiful girlfriend, writhing in pleasure beneath the man I despised, her legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him deeper.

"You're so tight, Sara-bear" Wiley groans, his face flushed with exertion. "I fucking love it."

Sarah's eyes flutter closed as she arches her back, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. "Harder," she commands, her voice husky with desire. "I need you harder."

Wiley obliges, gripping her hips with surprising strength as he pounds into her. The couch creaks beneath their weight, the sound mixing with their shared moans and gasps. Sarah's hand snakes between them, finding her clit as Wiley continues his relentless pace.

“Oh Wiley, I’m close.”

she pants, her eyes opening to find the camera. There's a flash of something in her gaze—love, guilt, excitement—before pleasure overtakes her features. "Wiley, I'm coming!"

Her body shudders beneath him, her inner walls clenching around his length as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. The sight of her climaxing pushes Wiley over the edge. With a strangled cry, he buries himself deep inside her, his body tensing as he finds his release.

They collapse together on the couch, a tangle of sweaty limbs and ragged breaths. Wiley peppers her face with kisses, murmuring words of adoration between each one.

"Stay with me," he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Leave him. We could be so good together."

Sarah doesn't answer immediately. Instead, she traces lazy patterns on his chest, her expression thoughtful. "That was amazing," she finally says, carefully avoiding his plea.

Wiley seems content with that for now, pulling her closer against him. "Round two in the bedroom later?" he asks hopefully.

Sarah laughs, the sound light and teasing. "Let me catch my breath first." She glances toward her purse, toward me, and I can see the promise in her eyes—this show is far from over.

As they lie together on the couch, the credits continue to roll, casting their naked bodies in shifting shadows. I adjust myself, painfully hard from watching them, saving myself for her return as promised. Two more days of this—two more days of watching my girlfriend in another man's arms, before she comes back to me, filled with stories and sensations that will fuel our own passion.

The jealousy burns, but so does the desire. And somehow, in this twisted game we've created, they've become inseparable.

My phone rings with a face time call tomorrow at 8:09 am. It’s Sarah. I pick up to her whispering. “I am in the bathroom; I am about to walk out to him. your muted again, remember, don’t cum until I get there, love you.”

I listen to her walking out to Wiley “So what’s the plan for today.”

Wiley “I figure we could spend the day swimming in the pool.”

Sarah laughs “Swimming or groping”

Wiley “Ah… Swimming of course.”

Sarah “Are you sure. Because last time I remember you inviting me to swim there was a whole hell of a lot of groping.”

Wiley “Oh you felt that.”

Sarah laughs “I have had to grab my bottoms to stop you from pushing them down, or else I would have flash everyone. So of course I felt it.”

Wiley “I have high wall around the pool. You don’t have to worry about anyone seeing anything.”

Sarah “You know what I mean.”

Wiley “Well I am sorry, your just too sexy for me to keep my hands off of.”

Sarah playful said “So groping it is.” as she walked out to the pool and set her purse down so the phone inside had a full few of the pool.

Wiley suggest that they play Marco Polo, Sarah agrees but she get to be polo first. Every time Sarah drive under the water Wiley opens his eyes. Eventually Wiley gets close enough to tag her by grabbing both of her tits from behind. Wiley claims it was an accident but they both know he did on purpose because he doesn’t even attempt to let go and even tries to slip his finger inside her cups. But before he can she playful pushes away. “Nope you cheated so it doesn’t count.”

Wiley groans “you know I hate being called a cheater”

Sarah splash water on him “Than don’t cheat and I won’t call you a cheater.”

Wiley “Fine let’s play again.”

This time Sarah never goes under water to make sure he doesn’t cheat. As a result she stays playfully just out of reach. Eventually Wiley get frustrated and drives towards her cause her to jump away. Wiley comes up from the water with a big smile on his face “There I got you.”

Sarah laughs back “You might have gotten something but it wasn’t me… at least not me me…”

Wiley blushes as he notice the he his hold her binki bottoms in his hand “Oh you want these back.”

Sarah winks towards the camera “Are you asking me if I want to come close enough for you to tag me… no the game still on, and you said the wall where high enough for no one to see.”

Wiley laugh “You know I won’t be able to keep my eyes close knowing your practically naked out here.”

Sarah “Than go ahead and try to keep them open.” as she splashes water in his face while calling out Marco.

Sarah drives between his legs, Wiley could have tag her right then and there, but he settles for pulling the single knot that holding her bikini top on. She comes up behind him “You did that on purpose.” as her bikini top floats away.

Wiley laughs “maybe. but you can’t prove it.”

Sarah laughs “Fine than” before she pants him

Wiley “Hay!”

Sarah laughs “It only fair.”

Wiley back her into the corner of the pool “I got you now” so Sarah grabs his hands and holds them out. “You can tag me if I control your hands.”

Wiley “Don’t worry I have something else that can tag you.” They both look down at his cock and it floats up and down near her naked pussy.

Sarah's heart raced, and she could feel her body responding to Wiley's boldness. "Oh, is that right?" she purred, her voice dripping with fake innocence. She shifted her hips ever so slightly, teasing him with the possibility of grinding against his hard length.

Wiley groaned low in his throat, fighting to restrain himself. "You're playing with fire, Sarah."

"I know," she breathed, leaning in close enough for him to feel her hot breath on his neck. "But you like it, don't you?"

Wiley grown “let go of my hands or I’ll win the other way.” As his cock floats within a centimeter of his pussy.

Sarah giggles, her eyes darting toward the phone camera. "And what way would that be?" she teases, still holding his wrists firmly.

Wiley thrusts his hips forward, the tip of his cock brushing against her entrance. "This way."

With a playful gasp, Sarah releases one of his hands to press against his chest. "That's cheating too."

"I told you," he growls, "I hate being called a cheater."

His free hand slides down her wet body, cupping her ass and pulling her closer. Sarah's resistance is purely for show now, her body betraying her as she feels herself growing wetter despite the pool water.

"Wiley..." she whispers, her eyes half-closed. "We're outside..."

"High walls, remember?" he reminds her, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. "No one can see us but the sun and sky."

And my boyfriend through the phone, she thinks, but doesn't say. Instead, she lets Wiley back her further into the corner of the pool.

"Let me have you here," he pleads, his voice husky with need. "Let me fuck you in the water."

Sarah makes a show of hesitation, knowing I'm watching. "I don't know..."

Wiley's hand finds her breast, thumb circling her hardened nipple. "Please, Sara-bear. I've fantasized about this for years."

She moans, arching into his touch. "You have?"

“Fuck, yes," he confesses, his other hand finding its way between her legs. "You, naked in my pool. Your legs wrapped around me."

Sarah's resistance crumbles—all part of the performance. She wraps her arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts against his chest. "Then take me."

Wiley doesn't waste a second. He lifts her slightly, positioning himself at her entrance before lowering her down onto his length. Sarah gasps, genuine pleasure washing over her face as he fills her completely.

"Fuck," she moans, her head falling back to expose her throat, which he immediately attacks with hungry kisses.

The water splashes around them as he begins to move, thrusting up into her as she clings to him. The buoyancy of the water creates a rhythm all its own, making each movement feel weightless yet profound.

"You feel so good," Wiley pants against her neck. "Better than I ever imagined."

Sarah locks her ankles behind his back, taking him deeper. "Show me how much you want me," she demands, loud enough for the phone to pick up.

Wiley responds by increasing his pace, the water churning around them. His hands grip her hips, controlling her movements as he pounds into her. Sarah's moans grow louder, echoing off the high walls surrounding the pool.

"Yes, yes, just like that," she cries out, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder, Wiley!"

The desperation in his movements tells her how long he's wanted this, how many nights he's lain awake imagining her body against his. There's a reverence in his touch that speaks of years of longing, of fantasies finally fulfilled.

"I'm going to come," she warns him, her inner walls clenching around his length. "Oh, I'm so close!"

"Come for me, Sara-bear," he urges, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Let me feel you come around my cock."

Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, her body shuddering against his as pleasure courses through her veins. She screams his name, making sure it's loud enough for me to hear through the phone. Wiley follows soon after, burying himself deep inside her as he empties himself with a guttural groan.

They cling to each other in the water, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Wiley peppers kisses across her face, his hands still roaming her body possessively.

"That was..." he begins, seemingly at a loss for words.

"Amazing," Sarah finishes for him, smiling against his lips as she kisses him softly. She glances toward the phone, a secret smile playing on her lips. "But I'm getting pruney. Let's go inside."

Wiley reluctantly releases her, watching hungrily as she climbs out of the pool, completely naked. Water cascades down her perfect body, glistening in the sunlight. She makes no move to cover herself, instead stretching languidly like a cat, putting on a show for both men watching her.

"Coming?" she asks, looking over her shoulder at Wiley still in the pool.

"Again? Already?" he jokes, hauling himself out of the water.

Sarah laughs, the sound light and musical. "I meant inside. But..." she lets her gaze drop to his still semi-hard cock, "I wouldn't be opposed to that either."

She saunters over to her purse, pretending to look for something while actually checking that the phone is still recording. "I'm starving," she announces. "Feed me before round two?"

Wiley wraps his arms around her from behind, his renewed erection pressing against her ass. "Whatever you want, Sara-bear. I'm yours to command this weekend."

Sarah turns in his arms, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Good. Because I have plenty of ideas for how we can spend our time."

She winks at the camera as Wiley leads her inside, both of them still gloriously naked, leaving their swimsuits floating forgotten in the pool.