Peter, the Other Husband

The monthly PTA meeting has been going for twenty minutes but you've been distracted by texts coming to your phone. It's been blowing up with flirty messages since the start of the meeting. The worst thing is the guy sending them is sitting three rows in front of you.

All the texts were rather innocent until a dick popped up on your screen. You quickly turn your head to make sure she didn't see it but thankfully she's listening to the meeting. Then you turn back to the dick.

It's above average and cut, you know it all too well by now. Not only has it been inside of you, mouth and ass, but he also insists on sending you the same dick pic every time.

"How many times have you sent this to me" You send.

"You want something new? I jerk off to this one a lot..."

A second picture appears in the message chain, this one's not a dick but a butt on a bed. His bedroom was in the background except it's not his ass you're looking at. You look at it closely and realize that it's another ass you know all too well.

"Is that me?"

"Yeah, right before I fucked you." He responds.

There's no point questioning it. It's kind of hot that he's taken a picture like this.

"You hard yet?" His message makes you look down at the thick outline in your pants which you adjust to make less noticeable. The conversation has distracted you a lot.

"Of course I am, you fuck"

"Be nice or I'll go over there and shove your cock in my mouth." You look up to see him looking back at you from his seat, a large smirk is on his face. "Everyone will see."

"Fine... thanks for getting me hard in the middle of this PTA meeting"

Both of you face each other again with wide grins. With how he's staring you down you can't help but place your flat palm on your hard-on. As you wait for him to type out his next message, you stroke the cock trapped between your pants and your leg.

"Seriously though, where's the HFA meeting this month?"

"HFA?" You let go of your thigh to respond, though the thing between your legs demands attention.

"Husbands-fuck association."

Then you look up at him again, he's already off his chair and walking between the row of parents. Your eyes meet one more time before he leaves the room. Now you just need to come up with a good excuse to stretch your legs so that you can go stretch something else.