texting becomes sexting...

Denny: You know... It's not fair.

Beth bit her lip as she explored her snatch with her finger. Typing one-handed was tricky.

Beth: wats not fair
Denny: You got the dick, but I didn't get to see the pussy I've been dreaming of

Beth flushed red. She positioned her phone in front of her crotch and snapped a "pelfie."
Beth:

Denny: Theres my girl. But fingers are in the way :(
Beth: yeah....that sucks for you, huh?
Denny: what are you doing with those fingers, bad girl?
Beth: rubbing my clit, and thinking about that fat cock in my throat
Denny: still a filthy bitch. I love it

They sexted back and forth for a bit, and Beth shocked herself with how filthy she was willing to be. Niggling guilt about what she was doing didn't stop her, and neither did the anxiety over the fact that Denny still didn't know she was engaged. She wasn't wearing her ring in the pictures she was taking.

Eventually, Denny sent a short video of his spurting cock, and it was too much for her. Beth came, covering her mouth and arching her back.

Beth:fuck... I came so hard watching that thing shoot... wish I was there to lick it up
Denny: me too baby. Let's get together some time
Beth came back to reality a little on that note.
Beth: we'll see.
Denny: no pressure baby

Beth cleaned herself up, deleted the texts, and slipped back into bed, feeling that uncomfortable mixture of satisfaction and guilt that comes from committing an act of infidelity.