Astacia took a deep breath and bit her lip as she looked herself over in the mirror.
Her long, dark, silky hair was down and she was wearing a black, faintly sheer top that strongly hinted at full, firm breasts underneath and betrayed a faint view of her areolas and rock-hard nipples. Even just the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed was enough to slightly shift the soft, smooth fabric across them and send shivers up her spine.
She didn't think she'd ever been this aroused before... and she hadn't even done anything yet. Although she regularly took naughty pictures of herself and sent them to her husband, Miguel, while he was at work, she found it exhilarating to know that the one she took tonight would be going to another man as well.
Last week she accidentally sent a nearly-naked picture of herself to Jason, a soldier pen pal the two of them had been communicating with for several months. Even though she had initially been embarrassed at her folly, her "flirting" with Jason had been a huge turn on for Miguel. He had let her know, too... in the shower and several times in bed that night. Although they shared an intense sex life, Miguel hadn't made love her that passionately (and that many times) in a while.
He was also the one who suggested the fantasy of her sleeping with Jason, and the idea had certainly grown on her.
Although this picture wouldn't show nearly as much naked skin as the last one, Astacia's pussy tingled at the idea of his eyes taking in everything that he could see, and his imagination filling in the rest of the details while his cock stiffened at the thought of her.
So, she tilted her head forward, gave her best "come hither" eyes, smiled, and took the picture with her phone.
***
After she sent the picture off to Miguel's phone and Jason's email, Astacia laid back on the bed in the soft, gentle glow from candles on the night stand. She closed her eyes and started rubbing her warm and swollen pussy through the thin, lacy fabric of her undergarment.
She knew Miguel was due home soon, and she didn't have to wait long before she heard him come in the front door. He loved it when she was ready and waiting when he got home, and the pleasant surprise normally made their encounter even more steamy than usual.Her body ached for some attention, and she moaned softly at the thought that he would soon be ravaging her.
Miguel smiled as he finished putting his shoes away, his cock already bulging in his pants. He could see the soft candle light from the bedroom and the sounds already coming from his wife informed him that it was going to be a very good night.
He stood in the doorway, unbuttoning his shirt as he admired her beautiful, sensual form. Her eyes were still closed, her legs shifting rhythmically as one hand rubbed her mound while the other toyed with her breast and nipple through the thin fabric. Long, low moans came from deep in her throat as she teased herself, waiting in patient torment for his touch.
"That picture just doesn't do you justice," he said softly as he tossed his shirt in to the corner and began to remove his belt.
"Well then maybe you should come over here and I'll give YOU some justice," Astacia replied, rubbing harder through the now moist fabric. Her breath was coming in long, deep gasps as she worked herself closer and closer to the edge of her first orgasm for the night. She didn't know how much longer she could wait for him to come put her over the top.
"How about you keep your eyes closed for a bit and we can pretend Jason found you in this... predicament?"
He knew his question achieved the desired result when Astacia whimpered softly, arched her back, and grabbed her nether region forcefully to still her hand as a small orgasm swept through her.
Before he could say anything else, Miguel's phone rang. Normally he wouldn't have even bothered to look at it in such a situation, but it was Jason's ringtone. "Speak of the devil" he said, pulling it out of his pocket.
"Good evening, Jason" he said, loud enough for Astacia to hear. She was still slowly rubbing herself, but her eyes and mouth were open as she wondered what Miguel was up to. "Did you see the picture she sent you tonight?"
"Good afternoon here," Jason replied, followed by a stuttered, "Wait, what?" when he realized what Miguel had said. Before Miguel could reply, he continued "No, sorry. I meant to call you sooner but we've been pretty busy here. I want to make sure - one hundred percent sure - that I haven't caused any problems for you two."
Miguel laughed. "No, no. Not in the least. We have a solid marriage and you couldn't cause a problem if you tried."
"Good, good to hear," Jason replied, greatly relieved. He had been dreading calling for fear the picture had caused tension between them.
"In fact, it's been quite a turn on for us. Really spiced things up a bit," Miguel told him as he crawled on to the bed and spooned behind his wife as she rolled on to her side. She kept one hand on her pussy and reached back with the other to stroke Miguel's rock hard shaft through his pants. Her heartbeat quickened at the idea of where this might be going... they'd never had an audience before.
"Uh...," said Jason, slightly embarrassed at the frank admission about their sex life and unsure of what to say, "Glad I... could help, I guess?" He thought he could hear Astacia making suggestive sounds in the background, but he wasn't quite sure. "Did I interrupt them?" he wondered to himself.
"We definitely are," replied Miguel. "And to show our appreciation, Stacia sent you another picture a little bit ago... You know what? I'll let her tell you about it," he said, turning on the microphone so Astacia could hear and talk as well.
