Fantasies From Afar Pt 04

Mike opened his eyes to the light of his phone. He must have fallen asleep. A text from Ashley was on the screen as he turned it toward himself, "I'm heading over to show that guy another house," it read.

He typed out a response. "Okay, drive safe," he said. He was about to hit send when another message from Ashley popped up on the screen.

"Do you like my outfit?" she asked. He felt his heart speed up while he waited. After what felt like forever, a photo came through.

Mike took in the photo as his heart started to race. Ashley had taken the photo in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, posing turned to the side so her hourglass figure was impossible to miss. She was wearing a black pencil skirt with a tight white blouse. It wasn't inappropriate, but it was definitely sexier than she would normally dress for work. The skirt was a few inches shorter than the ones she normally wore and it showed a significant amount of her long legs and clung to her shapely butt. The blouse hugged her slender midsection and highlighted her fantastic breasts. She had even left the blouse unbuttoned a button lower than she would normally which allowed him to see the top of her ample cleavage. He could see the diamond pendant necklace he had gotten her as a wedding present nestled between her breasts.

She had really gone all out, he thought, as he felt stirring in his groin.

Surely, she wouldn't really wear that outfit that to show a house, he thought. This was just for his benefit after all they had talked about. He thought about his reply carefully, he didn't want push her or overdo it. It could quickly turn into another fight and he didn't want that.

He typed out several replies, deleting them until he settled on a cautious response.

"You look incredible. I wish I were there," he sent back to her. He rolled over onto his back, staring at the photo of his wife. He reached down and pulled his cock out through the fly of his boxers and started slowly stroking himself to the picture.

Damn, he thought as he stared at her amazing figure. Ashley really looked amazing. He missed her so much. He focused on the feeling of him stroking himself and imagined he was sliding himself into Ashley's waiting opening. He tried to remember the way she always gasped as he entered her.

Another message popped up, breaking his focus on her photo. "Think it'll help me sell this house?" she asked.

Mike's mouth went dry, and he swallowed. She was definitely playing it up for him, so he decided to try a riskier response.

"I have a feeling that his eyes are going to be looking at you, not the house," he sent back. He couldn't help himself. "Is that really what you're wearing to show the house?" He was nervous.

The thought of her wearing that in public was hot, but the idea of her being alone in a house with the older guy who had made a pass at her last time really had a hold of him. He continued to stroke himself, thinking about her showing the house while this older guy stared at her ass in that tight pencil skirt. Watching her shapely ass sway side to side with the material of her skirt stretched across her rear. A feeling of guilt washed over him. What was wrong with him? He was on the other side of the world fantasizing about his wife being objectified by a random guy. Ashley had been right, there was something twisted about this turning him on.

After a long pause, she finally answered. "Maybe, does that turn you on?" she asked, trying to make him admit it.

"Yeah," he typed out simply, "it does."

"Good thing," she typed back with a winking emoji. Was she being serious? His cock throbbed in his hand while anxiety overwhelmed him. It felt so much more real now, but he wasn't sure if this was still just part of the game. What would happen if she wore that in the house? Would he make another pass at her? What if he was more aggressive this time while they were alone? His cock twitched, betraying him that despite his mixed feelings it held some sort of sick appeal to him. He wasn't sure what he should say back at this point, but doubts had filled him. His phone buzzed again.

"I just got here, talk to you later," she sent back. A moment later a winking emoji came in a separate message.

"Ashley are you just messing with me or are you for real?" he texted her back quickly, hoping to get a response before she went inside. Delivered quietly, it read. She had already put her phone on Do Not Disturb. He doubted she was going to read the message now. Shit, he thought.

He pulled up find my iPhone and it seemed to take forever to load. Finally, it found her location and showed him a blue dot over a house a few miles from their home on the south side of town. She definitely must be showing a house. He went back to the messaging app. She still hadn't read his message. The suspense was killing him as he imagined every possible scenario. He scrolled back to her photo and imagined her in the house with the older guy. His hand started stroking again, his imagination giving in to the lust.

He imagined the graying man following her through the house as she told him about each room, her hips swaying seductively as she walked. She walked up the stairs in front of him as the man tried his best to look up her short skirt to get a peek at her panties. He pictured him coming up behind her in the living room and putting a hand on her perfect ass. In his imagination, her reaction was pure shock as she looked back at the man over her shoulder. "What are you doing?" she asks naively, but she doesn't stop him. "This," he says and the older man slaps her ass roughly through her skirt and then gives it a firm squeeze. Mike increased how fast he was stroking his cock.

"Mmmm, but I'm married," she protested but didn't make any move to get away from him. The man reached around to her front, grabbed the front of her blouse and yanked it open. Buttons flew off the blouse in every direction as his wife's perky breasts spilled out into the open. They were almost bursting out of a nude-colored lace push-up bra. She squealed in pleasure as the stranger's calloused hands reached up and each covered one of her breasts, starting to massage them. The man pressed his crotch up against her from behind, grinding his crotch against Ashley's ass.

Mike's arm tensed as he stroked faster, trying to reach completion at the thought of his wife with another man. He pushed his wife further in his mind, making her wiggle her rear back against the man's groin.

That did it. Mike felt the pulse in his hand and he came hard. Within a few seconds his mind started to clear and he came back to reality. Mike looked at the mess he had made and felt the a small surge of guilt that he had to brush off. He stood up and quickly cleaned himself up in the restroom. When he finished, he hurried back to his phone. Still no response from Ashley yet. He checked when she had sent her message about arriving at the house she was showing. Twenty-six minutes ago. He pulled her location up again and confirmed she was still at the house.

How long does it take to show a house? Mike wondered as he thought back. He had never really paid attention before now because he trusted Ashley implicitly. He got out of bed and paced back and forth. Twenty-eight minutes. He was going crazy waiting, but there was nothing he could do from here. He laid down in bed and scrolled through social media, though he wasn't really paying attention to the pictures of his friends and family. Thirty-four minutes.

He flicked back over to his messages. Nothing. She still hadn't read the message. He was amped up, but it was 2 am and he was exhausted. He lay there for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling. His eyes were getting heavy as he tried to wait for her response. He struggled to open his eyes again, but he managed to force them open. He turned the phone screen on, but still nothing. Forty-one minutes. He closed his eyes and didn't open them again during the night.

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The ringing of his alarm brought Mike out of a heavy sleep. He fumbled for his phone, trying to find it on the nightstand where he normally left it. His hand finally closed on the phone and he quickly silenced the alarm. Six am had come too quickly.

With blurry eyes he saw that he had several messages from Ashley.

His heart fluttered as he sat up, now wide awake, remembering their conversation in the middle of the night. He unlocked his phone, and the messages appeared on the screen. It had taken her just over an hour to answer him. It seemed like a long time to him to look at a house, and he felt uneasy about it. Her answer didn't exactly give him much relief.

"I guess you'll just have to wonder," she had responded, this time with a smirking emoji, still teasing him without answering his question. "The house showing went really well, though. He seemed to be realllly into it," she had added. Was that meant to be about her outfit or was it more innocent? His stomach was twisted, wondering what had happened.

She had sent another message a few minutes later.

"I'm missing you lots, sleep tight and dream about me," a picture was with it. She had taken a selfie in her car from an angle above her. His heart skipped a beat as he saw that she was wearing the white blouse she had been wearing in the picture she had sent him before. She had opened another button of the blouse and her impressive cleavage was on full display. Snuggled between her pert breasts was the diamond pendant. He felt a twitch in his pants as he thought about what that meant.