She Writes Back

by Kyle Fargo

  Then they finished with the cumshot, of course. Rick the Dick was famous for having long streams of cum that gummied up the actresses' fake eyelashes, and this time was no different.

  I'd been fondling my limp prick for all this time when Kayla started to write.

  After her question, I was a little concerned, because I'd made a little bit of a mess. The crotch of my PJs was stuck to the head of my dick, for one, but I thought that with the right lighting it shouldn't be too noticeable.

  I decided to go for comedy, which seemed to be my stronger suit. I took an angle of myself lying in bed where you could see most of my PJs and the blurry form of my wife in the background. I made a derisive gesture against her back.

  DING.

  "That bed looks comfy. I see you've got company. I have some too."

  Kayla was lying on her own bed (I recognized the headboard) with Pris the puppy on her lap. She had a full set of what looked like silken PJs on, which, while voluminous, still molded themselves to her figure in delicious ways. The tops of her breasts peeked out, but overall a very cute and safe for work picture.

  "My company is probably a bigger bitch than Pris." I wrote back.

  DING.

  "LOL, you're bad, daddy. So are you really coming to AC?"

  Wow, I thought. She really meant it.

  I know, I know, I'm a sucker, but fuuuuuck, what would you do?

  "Yes, I am. Saturday the 18th. Eva Lounge. I'll be wearing a red carnation on my lapel. "

  DING.

  "I'm going to hold you to that!"

  Kayla was pointing towards the camera with an overly serious face. In the angle of the shot I saw her reading glasses and a novel on her bedside table. I recognized the novel as a thriller I'd read a few months earlier.

  "So how are you liking the book? Did you get to the part where the bishop dies as he exorcises the vampire from his secret daughter's body?"

  I gave it a few seconds and then added "just kidding! "

  DING.

  "OH. MY. GOD. I was sooooo going to block you if you'd spoiled my book."

  She was giving me the finger with a snarl on her face.

  DING.

  "Luckily for you, I know that the bishop did NOT have a secret daughter, and the vampire was actually his childhood sweetheart!"

  She was sticking her tongue out at me, eyes closed and eyebrows raised. God damnit she was beautiful. The more she interacted with me and I saw her normal, everyday human side, the more this girl was driving me crazy. I'm a dirty old man, I suppose.

  I sent her a picture of a close up of my eyes, frowning.

  "Are you sure? That must've been a different book, then. "

  DING.

  "Ohhh... daddy... send me a picture of your face all serious like that. Pretend you're scolding me for coming home late. "

  She sent me a picture of a close up of her face, a mischievous look on it, eyes half closed and looking at me through her long lashes. Soft coy smile on her pouty lips.

  My flaccid penis twitched.

  I got up out of bed and went into the bathroom. I put on my robe over my PJs, completing the look, I thought. I also went back out into my wife's dresser and got an old pipe that had belonged to her grandfather, washed it in the sink (because ewww) and used it as a prop, on the side of my mouth. I bit into the mouth piece adopting a look of anger.

  I thought the picture looked pretty good, for what it was. An angry, bearded, chubby 46 year old.

  Eh, what the fuck? I sent it.

  DING.

  "Daddy... I'm sorry... I promise I won't do it again..."

  Kayla was kneeling on her bed, biting the fingernail on her index finger, wearing a look of fear and repentance. Her PJs top had bunched around her arm, showing her taut stomach and pierced belly button. She'd undone a couple of button on the top, too, so that her shoulder was peeking out of it and the curve of her breasts was much more evident.

  Penis. Hard. Think. Poorly.

  Do I screenshot, or not?

  I decided not to, instead sending another of myself, using the pipe to point towards the camera.

  "Young lady, you are grounded. And if you keep pushing me, you'll get a spanking."

  DING.

  "Ok, that was seriously hot, daddy. I might have to do something about it. You put some dirty thoughts in my mind."

  The picture was of a vibrator inside her nightstand.

  I was looking at it in shock when I also got a popup notification on my phone. A screengrab notification. I had no idea what that meant, having never seen it before, and it only dawned on me after about a minute.

  Kayla had screenshotted that last picture of me.

  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? noooooooo... no way. impossible.

  What?

  I was still gaping, struck silent when her next message announced itself.

  DING.

  "All is fair in love and war, right, daddy?"

  Kayla was a master at taking selfies, because she got all the angles of her body perfectly. She was stretched out on her bed, completely naked, legs bent at a sensual angle that hid the folds of her pussy at the very last inch, though I could see a carefully maintained landing strip, her arm was again covering her nipples, but the rest of her breasts ballooned around it, lying as she was. In her hand she held the vibrator, shaped like a dick, with ridges and ribbed for her pleasure, up to her lips, and she was licking the tip. Her eyes were smoldering and sexy as she looked into the camera.

  OH fuck. My knees got weak and I had to lean against the sink. I immediately screenshotted that picture. It was easily the sexiest and most erotic picture I'd ever seen of her and I wasn't about to let it slip away from me.

  DING.

  "That's just for you, daddy. I hope I don't see it anywhere else. I'd be really disappointed." Just a message.

  I collected myself as best I as I could, what with my raging erection.

  "Young lady, if you continue to behave that way, I'm definitely going to have to take matters into my own hands."

  DING.

  "Maybe, daddy. Maybe. Now, this kitty's a little hungry, and she's not going to feed herself."

  Oh god. What was this girl doing to me?

  "Need a hand?" I typed back. I was breathing heavily at this point.

  DING.

  "I think maybe we can talk about that tomorrow, daddy. For now, dream of how I'll be using your pic tonight. XOXOXOXO"

  I couldn't type anything more. I wouldn't let myself. This was incredible. I pulled up her picture and saw that I wasn't hallucinating.

  Kayla was there in that picture, the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Even sexier than seeing her get fucked, somehow. The way she was looking into the camera and licking the tip of the vibrator, her body as she curved on the sheets.

  My erection was actually a little painful, I gotta say.

  I was going to step outside the bathroom and maybe go down to my office, use some lotion, this wank had to be epic. Just as I opened the door, though, I bumped into my wife, who'd gotten up groggily to pee. We made full body contact before I could shield myself, and my erection poked her in the hip.

  "What are you doing?" She asked sleepily. She went around me and lifted her nightgown, pulled down her grannie panties and sat down on the toilet to pee.

  She noticed my erection, it was unhideable. She lifted her eyebrows at me in surprise.

  I didn't know what to say. I figured I'd just ride it out and wait until she went back to bed, expecting the derisory comments in the morning.

  As she finished and got up, she kept looking at my tented PJs. Then she shrugged and said. "OK... why not? but turn the light off, ok?"

  She pushed down her panties around her knees and went to my side of the bed, laid down face down.

  I was a little out of sorts, my plan unfolding. I looked at the phone in my hand and had a thought.

  I set the brightness to the lowest level, brought up Kayla's picture and went over to my nightstand.

  "Use t
he lube..." My wife said groggily. She was facing away from me. "I'm only a little wet."

  So she'd probably been having some dream about a friend of hers, or maybe it was just the 8 months since we'd last fucked, but she was willing to suffer my dick for the possibility of getting off.

  That's fine, since two can play at that game.

  I reached at my bottom drawer, feeling as if I'd have to push cobwebs out of the way (I didn't really, but you get the point) and got a bottle of lubricant that was useful because my wife was often never quite 'there'. I dribbled some between her ass cheeks and pussy and pushed my pants down. I didn't bother taking off my top.

  This was probably going to be very quick.

  Placing the phone next to my pillow, where my wife wouldn't see it were she to turn her head, I climbed on top of my wife, she grunted a bit as she felt me brush against her pussy. Probably some cobwebs there too, but who knows? she might be getting it regularly on the side. I don't really give a fuck. I was going to use her to simulate something better than my hand.

  Looking at the picture, Kayla's sensuous body and face, my erection, which had wilted a bit, came back with a vengeance, and I slipped into my wife at full engorgement. She gasped in surprise, as it usually takes me a while to build up steam when I was starting to fuck her. I wasn't really paying attention to her, though.

  I looked at Kayla's picture and began pistoning in and out of her pussy. Kayla's pussy, as I pictured it. It was still pretty tight, and the slapping sounds of my balls started to echo in the room.

  I was transfixed by Kaylees tongue, her eyes, her stomach and legs. My dick would normally have given up the fight, but I imagined that I had to hold out for her. I had to be stronger and last longer. I couldn't just cum.

  It took all of my willpower but I kept fucking her.

  One Minute.

  Two Minutes.

  I lost count then because I was wrong. I couldn't fucking hold on. Kayla was just too fucking sexy. I started cumming but I kept pushing myself into that pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off of Kayla. I met her eyes, looing into the camera as I spewed hot spurts of jizz into that warm hole.

  And I kept fucking her.

  By some strange miracle or inspiration, I found I could keep going. My dick wasn't going flaccid. I kept pushing and pulling my way in and out until I was sure I would cum a second time. Kayla deserved no less.

  Her legs were perfect. I imagined them wrapped around me as I fucked her. Her lips, oh god, her lips. They were full and plump. Rosy and perfect and would look amazing wrapped around my cock. Her tongue as it ran on the underside of my prick, just beneath the head. I could imagine hearing her moaning and whimpering beneath me as I emptied myself into her over and over. A never ending circle of lust and desire.

  I felt the familiar tightening of my balls again. Kayla's face called out to me. I thought I could hear her.

  "Uhh.. Uhhh.. Uhhh.. fuck me... give it to me... yes... yes..." Her voice sounded a little strange, kind of muffled but who was I to argue with this goddess of sex?

  I couldn't hold on anymore. I felt my orgasm hit me again in a wave that left me dizzy as I shot my cum inside Kayla once more. I could feel her pussy tightening on my rod. I knew that she'd liked it.

  "Ohhhh..fuuuuuuuuckk... I'm cumming..."

  Yes, you are, I thought. I fucking made you cum. Made you mine, you little whore. I leaned over and whispered in her ear.

  "Yeah, baby, who's your daddy?"

  "Uhhhh... ooohh.. what the fuck did you say?"

  My wife's voice was like nails on a chalkboard. Reality came crashing down, and I saw as she tried to lift her head up from where she'd been biting into my pillow. I quickly grabbed the phone and dropped it silently over the side over the bed, covering up the sound by coughing.

  I was still pumping my hips against her, my dick rapidly going soft now that the spell was broken. My wife grunted as I pushed myself away from her, sliding my dick out with a wet sound. Now that my weight was off of her, she managed to get up on her elbows and looked back at me.

  Her hair was a mess, wild around her head, and she had a dazed look in her eyes.

  "Where did that come from?" She gasped.

  I was thinking about fucking a 22 year old pornstar, dear.

  "I dunno..." was all I managed to get out.

  My wife and I looked at each other sheepily, kind of awkwardly. Who knew that a good lay could be more uncomfortable than a bad one?

  "Well... thanks." She said, abashedly. "That was.. very nice."

  I should've said something like "my pleasure..." or "anytime.." but I just didn't feel it.

  "You're welcome..." I whispered.

  She looked at me with a strange look on her face, then shook her head, got up and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

  I stayed there for a while, sitting in bed, no pants, limp dick sticky and catching my breath.

  All I could think of was Kayla's eyes as I'd cum.

  Saturday the 18th. Eva Lounge. Two weeks. Holy fuck.

  I knew that I was lost, at that point.

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  ... Ch. 03

  Disclaimer: All apps and user names are fictional.

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  I didn't sleep a wink last night.

  I pretended to be asleep when my wife got out of the bathroom. I sensed her hesitate by my side of the bed before heading over to her side and laying down. I waited until I heard her snoring before opening my eyes.

  I pulled out my phone from underneath the covers and spent probably an hour just looking at Kayla's picture.

  The picture she sent to me. For me.

  Trust me, I'm a porn connosseur, and of Kayla in particular I've got pretty much everything she's ever done on film in my porn stash. This picture blew it all out of the water.

  It captured her essence in a way that I honestly didn't think had ever been seen before. Her innately sexual, inescapably alluring and ultimately enchanting gorgeousness that the cum from a thousand pricks could not touch or wash away, like a lot of starlets in the porn industry.

  My rational brain screamed that I was going to lose everything. The rest of me said that I'd already lost. And my dick, well... he just asked me to jerk him off twice more that night until I fell asleep.

  I happily obliged.

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  The next morning I was surprised to find my wife awake before me.

  I didn't have any messages from Kayla, which made my heart lurch, I admit, but I tried to be a big boy about it and not start being the clingy fan who tried to engage. So far, she'd reached out on her own, and I figured I should stick to that strategy.