My phone interrupts me at the perfect time because I have no idea what to say to that.
My Wife:I can’t wait for you to come home. I’m naked in our bed, touching myself to the thought of you. Your pillow smells like you and I can’t get enough. When will you be home?
I have to school my facial expressions. I clear my throat and adjust my legs under the table as my cock begins to harden. Now isn’t the time or the place for sexting, yet I can never deny my wife what she needs.
Me:Do you need me, sweetheart? Use the dildo I made for you to keep you full and stretched until I get home. I want you ready for me.
A picture comes through a few seconds later and I flip the phone against my leg so the screen is hidden. I play it off, clearing my throat and giving my dad a smile when he makes eye contact with me. It’s quick. His attention is diverted back to my son in the next second.
Peering left and right to make sure no one is around, I turn the phone over and dig my fingers into my leg when I see the image she sent.
Her legs are spread, the toy into her to the hilt.
My Wife:Like this? It still doesn’t feel the same. I need you.
Fuck.
She’s going to be the death of me.
Me:That’s too bad. That’s all you can have right now. When I get home, you better still be naked because I plan on feasting on you until your body can’t handle anymore—and even then, I won’t stop. Be prepared for a long night.
We’re already trying for baby number two. I’m determined to give us the family we both dreamed about.
“I would love to meet your wife, Elias,” my father says. “Maybe we can have a family barbecue or something? If you don’t want me at your home, we can go bowling. Anything. Dinner somewhere. I just…I really want to be more involved in your life.”
I set my phone down, trying to get my thought process back on track after Olivia teased me. She will pay for that later. I’m sure she’s excited about her “punishment.” My wife loves to be spanked.
“She wants to meet you too. I think we’re there, Dad. Let’s plan something. I’ll talk to her and call you tomorrow if that’s okay?”
He beams, a real smile, one that I’ve only seen over this past year that reminds me so much of how happy he was with my mother. Maybe my father is back. Maybe he is actually here to stay.
“I’d love that. Yes. Please.”
I’m not alone anymore. I have a family. My life has changed for the better and it’s all because of Olivia.
A wrong number turned into the best journey of my life.
The End.
