Chapter 69
by 
Yelawolf
You...
Stay up and get the itch to text someone (secretary) Peta ( threesome route)
You wake up asking Ava. "Hey you want to sext with Peta?" You ask, your voice a low murmur in the dark. You expect a slap, a sigh, at least a roll of her eyes. Instead, Ava is quiet for a long moment. Then, you hear a soft rustle of sheets as she rolls over to face you, her eyes glinting in the dim light from the streetlamp outside.
"Right now?" she asks, her voice laced with a strange blend of surprise and... curiosity. "With everything going on with Kyler?"
"Distraction," you say simply. It's the truth. The weight of Kyler's confession, the worry for your daughter's future, it's all pressing down, and you need a release, something to burn off the adrenaline and anxiety.
Ava is silent for another beat, then she gives a small, almost imperceptible nod. "Okay," she whispers. "But I'm in charge of the texts."
The blue light of your phone illuminates Ava's face, casting a pale, intimate glow across her features. Her fingers move swiftly across the screen, a focused, intense expression on her face. You watch her, your heart pounding a little faster. This is a rare, dangerous game you play, a secret thrill that has spiced up your marriage. You been pushing Ava into more threesome's and wearing her down for your next session. But now you let her text her old college friend and your new secretary.
"What did you say?" you ask, your curiosity piqued.
Ava smirks, tilting the screen so you can see. The message to Peta reads: You up for some trouble?
Your phone buzzes almost immediately. Peta's reply is a simple, tantalizing: Always.
Ava's smirk widens. She types back: Show me.
Another buzz, this time with a picture. Peta, lying in bed, wearing nothing but a mischievous smile and a sheet draped suggestively over one hip. The photo is artful, teasing, and undeniably hot. You feel a jolt of arousal, a welcome distraction from the earlier anxiety. Ava looks at you, her eyes dark with desire. "She's definitely in," she says, her voice husky.
You lean in, your lips brushing against Ava's ear. "Tell her we're thinking about her," you whisper.
Ava's fingers dance across the screen, her breath catching slightly as she types. Your own breath hitches as you watch the three-way exchange unfold, the blue light of the phone casting an erotic glow on your wife's face. The conversation grows more explicit, the words painting vivid pictures of desire and anticipation.
Peta: I wish you both were here.
Ava: What would you do if we were?
Peta: I'd start by kissing you, Ava. Then I'd let John watch for a little while before joining in.
The heat between you and Ava is palpable, the air thick with unspoken promises. You can see the effect Peta's words are having on your wife, her nipples pebbling against the thin fabric of her nightgown. You reach out, cupping her breast, your thumb brushing over the hardened peak. Ava gasps, her fingers faltering on the screen.
You take the phone from her, your own message a direct command to Peta. Send us a video.
