He and Sonya fantasize about the other women

To combat all the sexual frustration, Sonya and I invented what we called "The Waiting Game"—waiting until she finished her summer school class so that she could get her degree, move out west, and we could go back to fucking like rabbits.

The Waiting Game worked like this:

Virtually every night (excepting when the power went out), I'd webcam Sonya before I went to bed and we'd masturbate furiously while she and I took turns telling steamy stories about Tami and Claire. I'd make up some scenario about an after-hours office-rendezvous with Claire, where I'd sit her down on the office copier, hiking up her skirt over that nice, tight ass, and fucking her—hard and rough—until she came so many times she couldn't see straight.

Or Sonya would narrate a fictional evening I spent dancing with Tami at a club, watching those enormous, round tits bouncing gloriously to the music as I ground my cock up against her soft, sexy body. I wouldn't be able to wait to get her back to my bed. I'd yank her clothes off right then and there, and screw her brains out against the wall, furiously suckling at her big, naked boobs.

Eventually, we started including Sonya as a participant in these stories, not just a voyeur, a development which drove her wild with lust. We'd discuss how she and the girls would all take turns fucking me and riding my mouth to endless, earth-shattering orgasms. Sonya particularly liked to fantasize about what she called "three-girl blowjobs."

But the despite the nightly cyber-sex, Sonya and I were frustrated beyond belief. In our three years of dating, we'd never gone more than a week without having sex. Now, neither of us had gotten laid in MONTHS. As the date of her move to California grew closer, the days just started to drag on and on. I couldn't stand it. Couldn't endure waiting for her to get here so I could finally fuck away all the hormones that had built up.