Waisted Day

You spend the day filling out applications online. Without a degree, it’s hard to find work that isn’t entry level shit. Being so smart in high school, you thought it would be easy to get a job making video games or doing computer tech support shit. Your last four jobs were tech support but you hated talking to people who didn’t understand the difference between left click and right click.

You also clean the house up some. Abigale is the type to keep things clean at all times so there isn’t much to do but you take out the trash and you vacuum the living room. Your balls ache again and your fingers type in the name of your favorite porn site but you catch yourself before you press enter. Abigale has a program on all your devices that alert her of questionable web activity, porn most definitely included. It wasn’t bad when you agreed. She considered looking at porn cheating and since you were moving in and would be having sex all the time, why look at porn? But now, with a month of no jerking or fucking, right after three of the most amazing months of your life, yeah, you understand what blue balls really is.

When six-thirty rolls around Abby still isn’t home, you check your phone to see if she’s texted but there’s nothing. You decide to text her.

You: Hey? Working late?

You: I was thinking about getting dinner going, what did you want?

Seven o’clock shows up with no response.

You: Hun? You okay?

Abby: Order something for yourself.

You wait another minute but she doesn’t send another text. That’s odd. She usually sends another message to elaborate some. How busy can she be? It was a parent-teacher day.

You order some food, it arrives and you finish eating just after eight.

You: Hey, Hun? Everything okay? I’m getting a little worried.

The icon showing she’s typing comes up but then goes away without any message. Shit. Maybe I’m not getting her messages.

You: Hun? I think I’m not getting your message.

Your phone lights up with Abby’s picture calling you. You click accept and your jaw drops when you hear her.

“Ohh! Yes! Fuck me, fuck me! Jack! Auh! Mmh! Fuck! Fuck me, Jack. Oh yeah! Fuck me with that big cock!”

Your throat dries out until you hear your name. Is she masturbating to me? “Come home and get this big cock.” You’ve never been so daring in your life but hopes of getting laid pushes you. You think to call her a dirty name like slut or bitch, but she keeps talking, ignoring what you said before.

“Oh, fuck! Yes. Yes! I’ve never… Oh! Ahh! I’m… Fuck!” She screams as she climaxes. She starts to pant but then screams out again as another climax hits. “Oh, fuck! Yes! I love your cock! Fucking crazy cock! Uggh! Fuck me!” She screams yet again as another climax takes her. “Yes! Do it. Cum in me baby. Cum for me.” She’s quiet for a moment besides her panting. “I’ve…I’ve never cum like that, Jack. Oh my god.”

“Abby? Come home. Let me give you this dick.” Even though you’re a little pissed she climaxed without you, and apparently more than you’ve ever done for her, you’re still so hard you don’t care. It’s probably just because she hasn’t fucked in a while. She’s probably super sensitive! That has to be it. If she came home, you were sure you’d give her better orgasms.

She giggles. “Yeah. I’m a cock hungry slut.”

The call ends. You look at your phone and quickly call back but it goes straight to voice mail.

What the fuck was that?