Doug woke up on the couch of his living room. He glanced across the room and saw his wife was still sleeping in the recliner. This had been their arrangement for close to two years. Ever since she hurt her back sleeping in bed hurt. So she slept in the recliner and he slept on the couch.
His phone vibrated and he realized that was what had woken it up. He checked the time and saw it was almost ten in the morning. He had slept later than he had intended. He picked up his phone and saw he had a text from Christine.
He looked back to his wife and saw she was still asleep. He opened the message and saw a text: "Missing you."
He had cheated on his wife close to a month ago. He hadn't planned it. But he had done it and he wished he could do it again. But he wasn't good at sneaking around. He and Christine had kept things quiet and discreet at work. No sense giving the rumor mill anything to talk about. Plus most people would look down on him for cheating on his wife.
He smiled when he read the message again. He did miss her. This was the first text she had sent him. She must really be feeling lonely.
"Miss you too." He texted back and added a sad face emoji.
He put his phone down and laid back down and closed his eyes. He really needed to get up and do something, but he just didn't feel like it. His phone buzzed so picked it up and saw another text from Christine.
"These miss you too." The message read and had a picture of her big pale titties. His cock surged to life at the sight of them.
"I miss them very much." He typed back as he put a hand on the bulge in his boxers.
He held onto his phone as he slipped a hand inside his boxers and grabbed his hard dick. After half a minute he got a new message. "Home alone and wishing you could be here."
He pulled his hand off his cock and typed, "I really want to be there. I would do such bad things."
He glanced over at his wife to make sure she was still asleep. It'd be difficult explaining the tent in his boxers. The phone buzzed and there was a pic of Christine's hand holding a dark blue dildo between her big tits. The message said. "Guess I'll just have to take care of myself."
His cock twitched and for a moment thought he would cum. He got control of himself and typed, "God Christine. You make me so horny. Wish I could be there right now."
A few seconds later he got a text, "How horny are you?"
He looked over at his wife to make sure her eyes were closed. He made sure his phone was completely silenced. Then he pulled his boxers down and snapped a pic of his engorged erection. "This Horny." He typed and added the pic and hit send.
He pulled his boxers back up and waited for a response. He tried to think of a way to get over there without Melody finding out. But he couldn't think of anything that would let him be gone long enough without her wanting to tag along.
His phone vibrated and his heart raced when he saw her message. "That's very horny. Wish I could help relieve that swelling."
As he was reading this another message popped up. A picture of her that dildo sliding between her legs. His cock twitched at the sight. That could be his dick there.
"God I want to be there. With you." He typed back.
He looked over to make sure his wife was still asleep. His phone buzzed and he quickly checked the message. Another pic. This time the dildo was mostly inside her. The message said, "Thinking of you."
He quickly typed, "I know I'll be thinking of this when I'm in the shower."
"Several seconds later she sent back, "Dirty boy." It included a winky face emoji.
He replied with, "You started this you dirty girl."
He reached down and touched his hard cock. He wrapped his fingers around it and slowly stroked it while he waited for her to reply. Almost a minute later his phone buzzed.
"I am a dirty dirty girl. I'll be using this toy and thinking of you. I'll let you know when I'm done."
He gripped his cock and decided he needed a shower. He typed back, "Have fun being bad. I'm going to take a shower and do some inappropriate touching."
He stood up and looked over at his wife. She was still sound asleep. He had a large tent in his boxers so he moved quickly to the bathroom. He turned the water on and grabbed a towel. He set his phone on the back of the toilet and then he stripped out of his boxers and stepped into the hot shower.
He let the hot water wash over him as he closed his eyes. He turned around to let the water hit his back and he looked down at his still hard cock. He grabbed it with one hand and started stroking it.
It had been a couple weeks since he had jacked off and that sexting had him on edge. He closed his eyes and pictured Christine's big tits as he stroked his engorged cock. Steam filled the shower as his fist slid up and down the length of his hard shaft.
The hot water showered his back as he thought of Christine using that dildo. His heart raced as his hand moved faster. He panted as he felt himself quickly approaching the edge. He pictured that dildo sliding in and out of her pussy as she moaned his name.
And then he slid his hand to the base of his shaft and he groaned quietly as he looked down at his cock. His hips jerked forward as he erupted hot cum. He watched his cock spasm as it shot his load onto the shower floor. He gripped his dick tightly as he felt his body relax.
He let go of his dick and turned around to face the water. He ducked his head and let the water fall over him. He hadn't felt like his in years. He was smitten. He wanted Christine. He wanted to be with her.
He loved his wife. But the medications had her in a fog most of the time. He wanted her to be back the way she was. He wanted his old wife back. But it didn't look like that was going to happen.
He didn't want to leave her. But he couldn't keep going without sex. Christine offered him something he had thought he'd lost. A chance at fun. A chance at sex. He knew it was wrong. But she was right there. Willing.
For now. The rational part of his mind said. He wasn't going to leave his wife. Christine needed someone steady. Someone that could be there for her. Not some cheating husband simply using her for sex.
But given the chance he would jump at the chance to be with her again. He knew he was hooked. He wanted her even though he knew he could never really have her.
His cock shrunk as he wrestled with his thoughts. He grabbed the shampoo and washed his hair and then used a bar of soap to wash off. Once he was rinsed off he shut the water off and grabbed his towel.
Now that he had jacked off he could think a little clearer. He tried to figure out a way to leave the house for a couple of hours without Melody wanting to come with him or being suspicious. He could try the photography angle. But she'd want to see pics. Which meant he'd actually have to take pics.
