Summer Camp Cocksleeve

Ceras bit her lip thinking, trying to decide how to respond to her husband’s text, her heart was pounding in her chest as she imagined his words given action.

That’s right you fucking slut. How’s my cock taste in your little married mouth. You like how my fingers tighten in your hair, controlling how I slide into your hot mouth?

Sexting was something new she had decided to try with her husband John since she couldn’t really do pics and vids like she had on her last work deployment overseas, but she understood how much of a sex addict he could be and he always made sure that it was fun for her. She really enjoyed these little power games and dirty talking. She even had her hand down the front of her shorts, her fingers absently stroking her clit as she read his words and considered how to respond.

She knew she couldn’t text much longer, everybody was supposed to be getting ready for their first dive of the second day. She started to type when her roommate, Amber, suddenly came storming in and Ceras quickly pulled her hand out of her shorts and looked up at the younger girl. “Ceras! That asshole won’t get out of bed!” Ceras tried focusing through her sexual high on what the girl was trying to say. “What? Who?” At 39 she was the oldest of the female divemasters on base she was the one that usually had to deal with the little outbursts and frustrations of the younger women and Amber who had just celebrated her 22nd birthday a few days ago was among the most challenging. The girl had practically no people skills!

Ceras tried to listen to her roommate as she could feel her phone in her had buzz a few times with alerts. From what she could understand, apparently on Amber's team, one of the dads thought this was going to be more leisurely father/son summer camp, not the high intensity dive camp that it was. All the divemasters knew that they had to keep the dads involved or the kids couldn’t go diving, and if they couldn’t dive, then they wouldn’t learn their bonuses for the summer! Ceras slowly, sat up, taking a deep breath, trying to clear the sex haze from her mind as she focused on what she knew she had to deal with. Wasn't the first annoying dad who thought that just because he paid for the camp he made the rules. As she climbed to her feet Ceras decided that she could hardly wait for this weekend. She had made arrangements to be able to slip off base this weekend and visit home, or more importantly, her husband. She may not be a sex addicted as her husband, but a month is still a very long time. “I’ll go see what I can do.” Ceras said with a bit of resignation. Amber thanked her profusely. As Ceras left the room, she glanced down at the text her husband had sent.

_ Fuck! You’re married a little mouth always feels so good. Do you like that? Do you like it when I pull your head back and make you look at me stroking my cock? Do you like seeing your husband‘s boss dominate your slutty face? Look at _it! Look at that cock that’s gonna use that little married pussy!

Along with the text, he had sent a short video clip of him, stroking his very hard cock. Ceras could feel her juices starting to flow. He was really getting into that so now she felt horrible!

?

Is everything OK? Did I go too far?

Damn, I was close. I hope everything's OK.

Ceras felt very guilty, as she slowly text back that there was an emergency she had to deal with and that she was very sorry. She asked him if she they could maybe they could finish up their little game later? Even as she sent the text she could imagine her husband‘s disappointed face, that little regretful smile he always had when he brushed off the little interruptions like this that always seemed to spring up when they were having fun.

No worries, baby. I had fun either way! I love you very much!

Text back that she loved him as well and asked Amber where the stubborn dad was…