He'd had a long day at work, and an even longer night getting the kids to bed. The four kids had been incredibly crazy, for no other reason than they just decided to be crazy. Or maybe they were taking advantage of the fact that Dad was looking after them all by himself while Mom enjoyed some time away on her own. Well, enjoy might be a bit of a stretch. She was in San Diego for work, but it still meant a couple of nights in a fancy hotel without the kids. Finally, after getting the youngest one to stay in his bed, he decided to take a shower. He looked at the time, and it was just about to hit 10 pm. He figured he could get a shower in, then do a quick FaceTime call with his wife.
The hot water felt good cascading down over his body. He felt the stress and tension that had built up start to melt away. He realised that in the whirlwind before his wife flew out, they hadn't had sex for almost two weeks before she'd left. He didn't even see her the morning she left; he was still asleep when she'd left the house to catch a 6 am flight. His thoughts drifted back to the last time he'd been intimate with her; it was a Saturday morning. They had already done it the night before, but he woke up to find her hand slowly rubbing him between his legs before she got on top and silently rode him to orgasm. The memory made him smile to himself, and he felt his hand drift south, almost of its own accord. But before he did anything, he had an even better idea.
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A few minutes later, wrapped in only a towel, he lay back on the bed, after double-checking he had locked the bedroom door. "Hey Siri, FaceTime my wife." A picture of his wife popped up on the screen as the call waited to connect. It was a recent photo, one she took in the car on the way to work one morning. He loved the way the sunlight fell across her face, loved the bold red lipstick she wore, and the way the neckline of her striped top fell forward, revealing a collarbone that was begging to be kissed. "How did I get so lucky?" he thought to himself, a smile playing on his lips.
The call connected, and there was that very same woman, looking every bit as sexy as her photo. "What's the smile about?" she asked, grinning. "Just wondering how a guy like me ever landed a girl like you," he replied. "It's me who is the lucky one!" she said her smile widening. "Ok," he said, "let's call it even."
"Deal!"
"How was the conference today?" he asked. She spent the next 10 mins going over her day, and he listened patiently, smiling at how animated she would get about specific topics. He then listened to her rant about one of her colleagues and how he kept hitting on her during the lunch break.
"Well babe, I can't blame him, have you looked in the mirror recently?" Even she had to admit to herself, she looked amazing. She had been working out like crazy for a while and on top of that, had recently had her boobs and butt done. For a Mom of four in her mid-thirties, the hard work had certainly paid off, often being mistaken for someone much younger. "Well...yes, you're right...but you know I only have eyes for one guy." She bit her lip as she said that part, which didn't escape his attention. For now, he pretended not to notice.
"Hey, you're wearing the new Warriors nightshirt I got you for your birthday!" he said, surprised. He didn't know she'd taken it with her, and he hadn't seen her wearing it yet. "I certainly am...you like?" she said, pulling the phone away from her face so he could see the logo on the front. Her boobs looked like they were trying to escape, pushing at the fabric. He could also see her nipples poking through the blue material. "You're not wearing a bra, huh," he said. "Duh," she replied, "and that's not all that's missing from underneath this shirt..."
This time, the look in her blue eyes gave away what she was thinking. There was a fire blazing in them, and he could almost feel the heat coming through the camera. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who had ulterior motives for this call.
"Hunny" she purred, "why aren't you wearing a shirt?"
"I just got out of the shower before I called you" he replied.
"So what do you have on?" she asked, this time, her tongue darting out, licking her lips. He flipped the camera around so that she could see the towel wrapped around the lower half of his body.
"Do you think I could get a glimpse of what's under that towel?" she asked.
"Well", he said slowly, flipping the camera back onto his face, "I think we could arrange that. But you have to earn the right to see what's under the towel."
She loved playing little games like this with him, and it had been a while since their last one. "Ok, I'm up for that!" she replied. "But how do I 'earn the right' as you put it?"
"I want to watch you get yourself off. Right now, on camera."
"Hmmm..." she said, a knowing grin coming over her face. "I'll do it, but on one condition."
