Some text messages

A week or so passed without any more moments. It wasn’t until a normal late evening that something else happened. We were both in bed, about to sleep. I was reading “Truth and Method”. Kim was texting or dicking around on her phone like she always did. At first, I didn’t think much of it.

It was several hours later that I woke up and noticed that there was no Kim beside me. I chalked it up to her getting some water, however. I rolled over and fell to sleep again. Sometime after, I was woken up by steps quickly approaching our bedroom. The door slammed open and in came Kim.

“Good, you’re awake!” Kim said in an exasperated whisper.

“What’s umph–”

My question was muffled as Kim threw herself at me. I reached to kiss her, but she was hesitant, instead focused on unsheathing me from my boxers and resheathing me inside of her with a loud groan.

“Fff-fuck yeah!” Kim moaned, arching up above me.

She started slamming down as I started to meet her with upward thrusts. I wrapped my hands around her back and pressed her against me. Kim nuzzled her lips into my neck, avoiding my kiss. What was this? She’d never done that before?

“Kiss me,” I moaned, leaning up. Kim essentially was in my lap now, grinding against my cock like no tomorrow.

“No… I can’t… yet…” Kim said in between moans.

With a small grunt, I reaffirmed my grip around her and stood up, still docked inside my wife. I carried her up to the wall next to the bed and leaned her against it, slamming her down on me on the way. Kim squealed out and furrowed her brow, being taken like this. She loved when I showed off my power like this.

But with her back against the wall, there was no escape. I shot my lips onto hers. There was a slight crust to her mouth, and I swore her breath tasted… different. I knew what it was. I knew then where she had been. Kim hesitated a bit, before shoving her tongue inside me with vigor.

“You were out being a helpful housewife tonight? Tucking in our tenant?” I pressed pulling back a bit, feeling her juices spill more and more out across my thighs.

“You, ugh, could say that, ngh,” Kim moaned. “Tugging more like, ugh…”

I threw her back on the bed, mounted her from behind, and rammed inside of her. Kim started to convulse and clamp around my cock, and soon she squealed out as I made her cum. She moaned out so beautifully, singing the tunes I loved to hear from her. And seeing my horny wife like this, sent me right over the edge with her.

“That was good,” I panted after a while. I looked over at Kim, but she was sound asleep.

The next night was much the same in essence. Only while I had my book in my hands, I didn’t really read. And I could tell Kim was slightly distracted as well. I glanced over at her. To me, it looked like she was texting or something. Writing for sure. Then I saw some circular movement from Kim, around the crotch area.

I raised an eyebrow and decided to push it, “Wanna share with the class?”

It wasn’t often Kim masturbated on her own, so I was intrigued. Kim looked over at me, not really stopping looking at her phone, nor masturbating. She didn’t even seem startled.

“I’m just texting a bit with Toby,” Kim said, writing something real quick.

“Yeah? For real? Texting? … or like sexting?” I asked. Kim nodded.

“Yeah,” Kim said, dismissively. As if she was just playing another mobile game. Maybe she was, in some way.

“Was that what happened last night?” I asked.

Kim nodded. But said nothing.

“Little good night texting? Did you go down to him last night? To help him out?” I asked.

“Hell yeah,” Kim answered, biting her lip lightly, closing her eyes as if to remember back to last night.

Then her phone pinged again and her attention was shifted. A few moments lingered in silence.

“Could you go down on me? While I text? It’s much more convenient. It’ll let me type with both hands. And zoom around,” Kim said, still not breaking eye contact with her phone.

I looked at her a bit shocked. Was she really gonna play it like that? Then she looked up from her phone with a smirk. “You better believe it,” she said coyly.

“Oh you dirty girl,” I chuckled. “Was that where you were last night? Down at Toby’s?” I asked again.

“He asked if I could come down and help him out like before. I told him no at first, that I was going to sleep and I couldn’t help him every time.”

“But you went down there anyway?”

“I guess…” Kim muttered. “You gonna eat me out or what?”

“How did you do it?”

“For fucks… I sat on top of his knees and fucking jerked his big dick. You want details or something?” Kim said, her eyes bulging with impatience, her hand trailing down my stomach and into my boxers.

“When I came down to his room, I snuck in. He was already ready for me, slow tugging as I came in. I guess he stopped when he saw that I was there. Probably expected me to do the rest for him. And I guess I did. He sprayed my face like he usually does.”

“Did you taste it?” I asked, not letting her off the hook just yet.

“... Yes. I licked my lips after and I tasted it… It wasn’t too bad, actually.”

I groaned out but held off from cumming just yet.

“What did he write? Just now?” I asked, pushing it further.

“God. Just… if I could come down again. He needed help, he said. Then he sent a picture,” Kim said.

“What you say?” I asked, gasping slightly at the contact. I could only guess what the picture was.

“I haven’t answered yet,” Kim said, rolling her fingers up and down my erection, trying to horn me up to get to business.

“Do it. Go down again!” I said. I don’t know why, but Kim jerking off Toby turned me on so much. Even if, or maybe because, they weren’t going to do anything else.

“No! Not like that. Can you fucking eat me out already? I need to cum, god damn it!”

“Have Toby do it!” I blurted out without thinking. So much for ‘weren’t going to do anything else’. But I hope she called my bluff.

Kim looked at me to see if I was kidding. I could quickly redact, but I didn’t. For some reason, I didn’t. Kim scanned my face with a raised eyebrow.

“I’ll go help him get off. After I’ll come back and rock your world. But no way will I let that dude slide his tongue anywhere near my pussy! That is your job, mister,” Kim said, chuckling at the mere prospect.

Kim rolled out of bed, picked up one of my shirts, rolled it on and found some slippers.

“Josh?” she asked, standing in the doorway.

“Yeah?”

“How much can I help him?” Kim asked.

I understood that she was asking how far she could take this. On one hand, I wanted her to do whatever she wanted. But I also didn’t like the thought of Kim straight-up banging Toby. No doubt it had been all fun and games so far, but that would be a bridge too far.

“Whatever you’ve been doing so far is probably good. But if you feel any different, just say so. You know how it is,” I said.

Kim gave me a playful wink and just like that she walked out into the hallway. I looked over at her side of the bed. She forgot her panties! Or was that on purpose? Maybe she wanted me to find them. For me to know she went down to jerk Toby off completely pantiless. She’d probably slipped them off when she wanted me to go down on her.

Something else she had left, and that was definitely on purpose, was her phone. I picked it up and was immediately greeted by a picture of what must’ve been Toby’s flaccid cock hanging between his thick thighs. It looked massive. I swiped it away and started to scroll through the messages from tonight.

10:47 Toby: “Can you help me out again?”

10:48 Kim: “I can’t keep doing it… I’m married. I’m about to sleep, good night.”

10:48 Toby: “You said you would. I sleep so good when you help me”

10:49 Kim: “I’m still married. And I’m your landlord.”

10:51 Toby: “I can return the favor.”

“The little shit is getting bolder,” I thought. There was a pause in the messages here, before she continued.

11:09 Kim: “No, that cant happen. That’s too far.”

11:09 Toby: “Waht took you so long?”

11:10 Kim: “Nothing…”

Then Toby had sent the picture. Did Toby sense how intriguing Kim was about how big he was?

11:10 Toby: “Let me help”

11:12 Kim: “No, we cant.”

11:12: Kim: “Ill help u, but dont even try anything of that other stuff”

That was the last message. I then looked at the clock. Kim had been down there for at least ten minutes now. But there were still the texts from before. Fuck it. I had to know. Curiosity is a bitch.