by Vivian Ward
“You could, or you can let me take some sexy pictures of you on your phone and text him pics of you in lingerie. Sit back and wait to see what he says,” my husband suggests with a devilish grin that occupies his face anytime we talk about this.
“Oh, no, I’m not doing that. What if he shows them to people we know? Or what if he doesn’t like them? I can’t do that.”
“Okay, fair enough,” he nods, understanding where I’m coming from. “What are you going to say to him if you message him on Facebook?”
Heat spreads across my cheeks while my core begins to tingle. Every time we talk about Jeremy, this happens to me. Even though I’ve not seen him in a year, he still has the same dumb effect on me. I hate that I can’t help it.
“I don’t know,” I smile as my pulse ticks faster, thinking about all of the possibilities of how this could go down.
After thinking about how to approach Jeremy for almost two straight days, I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t do it soon. My panties have been wet non-stop since my husband gave me permission to fuck Jeremy.
“Today’s the day,” I tell Brett as I sit in front of my computer after dinner.
“What’s today?” he asks, confused.
He’s oblivious to the fact that I haven’t stopped thinking about Jeremy ever since he brought all of this up, especially after he said I could do it.
“I’m going to post a picture on Facebook and make it private to where only you and he can see it. I don’t know if he’ll even see it, but I hope it shows up in his newsfeed. It’s a not-so-subtle way of bringing it up to him without any confrontation.”
I like it; it’s brilliant.
“What are you going to post?” he smiles.
He’s as bad as a kid in a candy shop.
“You’ll see,”I tell him.
I go to Google images and search for a picture of a pussy with cum leaking out of it and save it to my desktop as I glance over at my husband who’s eagerly watching while he stands behind me.
“Is that what you’re going to post?” he asks.
“Yep, and watch what I say.”
Uploading the picture to Facebook I grin at my husband who hasn’t stopped smiling since I told him what I was up to. The image is ready to post, but I write a short message above it.
“It’s so hard to find a good FWB these days.”
I change the privacy settings so only my husband and Jeremy can see it and click post.
For a second, I’m proud of myself for having the guts to pull off a stunt like this and how I decided to handle things, but then the horrific panic begins to set in that I’ve just put a picture of a creampie pussy on Facebook for my married friend to see.
“That’s so fucking hot,” Brett says. “I wonder what he’s going to say.”
He presses his lips against my neck and begins to trail kisses down the length of my throat. Sucking and licking as he makes his way to my breasts.
“C’mon, babe,” I giggle. “Not right now. I’m freaking out.”
“Are you kidding? C’mon, babe?” he mocks me. “This is the hottest thing you’ve done since you agreed to do all of this. I’m so fucking turned on.”
He grabs my hand and places it on his cock. It’s not all the way hard, but it’s almost there.
“Just posting a picture caused that?” I laugh. “Babe? Really?”
I can’t stop smiling. I love being naughty for him.
“Yeah, let’s go in the bedroom.”
I know he’s turned on, but I can’t stop thinking about how Jeremy will respond when he sees that.
“Shit! I can’t believe I just did that. Babe! He’s going to see that,” my voice raises an octave. “Should I go delete it?”
He doesn’t answer me; he just gloats as he watches me sweat it out.
“I should. I should go delete it.” I stare back at my screen. “But then he won’t see it, and we’ll never know if he’d do it or not. Maybe he won’t see it. He’s got a lot of friends, and I’m sure his feed probably moves pretty fast. He probably won’t even—,” I hear the chime alert me that I have a new Facebook message.
I freeze in shock and fear as I see his name. My heart stops beating for a second and the pit of my stomach drops to the floor.
This is when I realize that my jaw is hanging open and my husband is staring in shock, too. We look at each other for a second before I finally swallow and make myself say the words.
“Do you want to read it together?”
I know the stranger, Dave, ended up flaking out, but it happens, and it’s not all that uncommon according to what other online couples say.
This is my friend. My friend who flirted with me for years while we worked side by side. The man I almost cheated on my husband with.
“Read it out loud,” Brett says.
I take a deep breath and prepare for the worst.
Fuck, Cathy! What have you done now? What have you gotten yourself into?
“Okay, the message says:”
J: Are you serious about the post you made?
C: I wouldn’t have posted it otherwise.
