Me:That’s more like it. I’m going to slide my hand up and down it and think of your sweet, hot cunt while I do it.
Tatum:I want to touch my clit.
Me:Not yet.
Tatum:Please?
Me:No.
I stroke harder as her texts come faster.
Tatum:Ford, please.
Tatum:I need to.
Me:Not yet, baby. Take your time. Pull your finger out and taste yourself.
I picture her dragging her finger out of her cunt as her lips twist and her eyes flash with the agony of needing a release. I hear her sweet, soft moans and her pleas to let her have it.
Tatum:I wish it was you tasting me. I wish I had your cock in my mouth right now.
Me:That’s my hot, dirty wife. I wish my cock was slipping into your ass right now.
Tatum:Oh, God, Ford. I want you to fuck me there.
Me:I will, baby.
I think about fucking her in the ass, and it sends me to another level. My strokes get shorter and faster as the heat tears down my spine.
Me:I’m getting close. Rub your clit.
Instead of a text reply, she sends a voice clip. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” she moans. “Ford, yes. I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming so hard.” She’s whimpering by the end, and it’s enough to send me into my own release.
I manage to hit the audio message button, and it’s all ragged breathing and heavy grunts of her name as my releaseplows into me. “Fuck!” I roar as the surge bursts onto my hand.
Tatum:*saves audio file to add to spank bank*
Me:Women have spank banks?
Tatum:Of course they do!
Me:That’s hot as fuck, Tate.
Tatum:[laugh emoji]
Me:Saving your audio file as well.
Instead of texting goodnight, I hit the call button.
“You know,” she answers, “this would’ve been easier to do over an actual phone call versus a text from the start.”
I chuckle. Leave it to her to put me in my place seconds after an orgasm. “Listen, then you wouldn’t have that audio file for your spank bank.”
“Neither would you.”
“Good point. I just wanted to say goodnight, and I love you.”
“Goodnight, and I love you, too. Go get ’em tomorrow, okay?” she says.
