Tori returned from the shopping trip out of sorts, understandably. Ever thoughtful, Paul perceived her flustered appearance and distracted demeanor as evidence of pre-race stress. Of course, the cause of her distraction was something much different.
Paul volunteered to read to the girls before bed, as he often did. He also, very considerately, encouraged Tori to soak in the tub and rest her legs up for the race in a few days.
Tori gladly accepted the offer. In part she needed the soak, but she also wanted to doll herself up for action with Paul later. The excitement from the shopping adventure had not worn off much since the afternoon. Her libido was running incredibly high.
While in the bath, Tori had her phone on the floor outside the tub. It pinged a few times early, which she ignored. After she had washed her hair and begun to soak, it pinged twice again. Comfortable and relaxed, she decided to mute the phone, but when she looked at the screen, she paused.
She had four notifications from an unknown number. She thought about the joke Rena had pulled earlier in the day, saying she had given Tori's contact info to the hunky clerk, then wondered if maybe it hadn't been a joke.
Without a lot of thought, Tori swiped open the phone, then went to her messages, opening the string of texts.
She nearly dropped the phone into the tub, startled by the images jumping out at her. In the first, a hand is holding an erect cock at its base, an enormous shaft and head protruding out above it. The caption says, "Looking at your photo, can't help myself."
In the second photo, his hand is near the head of the huge cock with precum spread across a finger.
In the third photo, he's holding up a large photo print of Tori's nude pic from earlier in the dressing room.
Tori's heart is racing as she scrolls down to the fourth image and sees that it's black with a play button in the center, obviously a video.
She nervously clicks on the video and the first few frames are dark. She hears a sound and immediately turns down her volume. The video lighting adjusts and she sees her nude photo sitting on a counter top and hears the unmistakable sound of a man groaning and a repetitive sound. The image pulls back and she gasps audibly. His huge cock comes fully into frame, glistening as he strokes the massive erect length with his hand. He continues the long strokes along the full length of his cock as Tori reaches down to her nipple, pinching it lightly, sending shivers down her whole body.
The man is groaning in the background as he quickens his pace and shortens his strokes. The entire long cock and photo are still within the frame and Tori has moved her hand between her legs, beginning to stroke her clit in circles. Tori masturbates along with the video for about thirty seconds, then presses pause as she hears a door down the hallway. She hears the distant sound of feet walking across the hall, presumably Paul going the bathroom. Shortly after, she hears the muffled sound of him walking back into the girl's room.
Nervous, but relieved, she closes her eyes to contemplate what is happening. In her head, she hears Rena's voice telling her that she deserves more thrill in her life. She also thinks back to her threesome with the Argentinian guys from the college ski trip.
Fired up again, Tori presses play on the video and sees that it has about two minutes left. She begins stroking herself again and resumes the video. The man continues his steady pace of masturbation, as she begins to quicken her efforts. She pauses for a few beats, resumes, then realizes she might orgasm well within those two minutes.
The man quickens his pace again, moaning and breathing in staggered fits. Tori notices the head of his cock has become nearly purple and the shaft is pulsing, with the vein bulging along the top as he strokes. She senses that he is about to cum and she furiously rubs on her clitoris. Normally, she can't take direct stimulation for long, but she is compelled to do it at the moment, enduring the over stimulation in order to force her climax.
Just as Tori is about to tip over her edge, the man groans on the video and the camera wobbles slightly. Tori gasps as a long rope of cum shoots out of the huge cock onto her naked picture, covering most of her rear and onto the side of her back in the enlarged photo. Tori muffles herself as she also cums. Three more long ropes of cum shoot out of the huge cock as Tori holds onto her mons as she rides out the after-waves of her orgasm.
He lays his huge, heavy cock down across the cum soaked photo of Tori, saying, "Next time, I want to do that with the real you, gorgeous." As the video ends, she clicks off the phone, drops it onto the bath rug and slides down into the water to soak. An overwhelming post-orgasm bliss spreads through her as she feels the warm water envelop her.
A few minutes later, as the water begins to cool, the reality of what just transpired begins to set in. She first wonders to herself how she would feel if the role was reversed with her and Paul. She knows that he masturbates frequently. Even with their relatively active sex life (for a working couple with kids), it was simple reality. She had, in fact, walked in on him more than once in relatively compromising situations, but she had made light of them each time, remarking that he better be working her into his fantasies.
When they talked about it at later points, he insisted that he did, in fact, have many fantasies about her. They discussed them casually, but not in depth. Most of the fantasies he described were vanilla, relatively superficial cliches like nurse or teacher or light exhibitionism. They'd enjoyed acting out a few of those, and Paul happily remarked that he would be coming to her with more ideas, since she seemed to be enjoying them as well as himself.
However, there's a stark difference in this situation, Tori admits to herself. Sexting was crossing a distinct line. Because Rena had sent the nude pic she couldn't claim to solely be on the receiving end and it was no longer entirely unsolicited. She would clearly draw the line with Paul over something similar, and should have done so herself.
Yet she felt so conflicted about the thrill and rush that she was feeling. She felt ten years younger in the moment. To feel like a wholly sexual being again was so gratifying and life affirming, surely, she reasoned, this would benefit them both.
Resolving to prove something and seize these feelings, she rationalized that they would help boost her relationship with her husband. She finished up her bath with a plan to rock Paul's world.
Tori was still revving with lust. She decided to test Rena's theory that her new swimsuit would get him going. She dried her hair out with a towel, put it up in a bun, then tried on the new suit. Her nipples were at attention and poking through, clearly visible. She admired the way she filled it out looking at herself in the mirror, feeling really good about her defined shoulders and arms with a visible six-pack for the first time since college. Turning to look at her rear, she slid the hems in slightly to expose more of her cheeks.
She dimmed the lights, but kept enough light on so Paul would be able to admire her when he walked into their room. Sitting at the edge of their bed, she was eager to put on a bit of a show for him.
The minutes ticked by and he was a no show. It was not unusual, often the girls would egg him on to read extra chapters. He was such a charismatic reader, able to voice characters and create the illusion of bringing the book alive that he was reading. After a half-hour had passed, Tori slipped on her robe and tiptoed down the hall to check on things.
The room was quiet, both girls were sound asleep, as was Paul. The book had slipped into his lap, and his head lolled back onto the chair. Tori stood for a moment just admiring this scene of familial bliss. She walked over and gently placed a pillow propping up Paul's head, covered him with a blanket, then turned off the lamp nearby.
As she slowly closed the door and quietly walked toward her bedroom, feelings of guilt invaded her mood again and wiped out the comfort she felt from seeing Paul with the girls. She chastised herself for indulging a ridiculous sexual fantasy while her family was nearby in such a wholesome scene. She resigned herself to delete all the photos and videos and block check-out guy. This would be a one-time dalliance, she said to herself.
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Tori felt happy on the crisp fall morning of race day, even if experiencing a bit of soreness in her shins. The adrenaline of the race had kicked in and she and Rena kept up a quick pace to start, keeping up respectably with more seasoned runners. They didn't talk much during the first half of the race, but the few exchanges they shared buoyed their happiness.
At mile fifteen her shins flared; it didn't affect their pace, but Tori took notice. By mile twenty, the pain was significant. She tried, but couldn't hide it from Rena, who made them stop and walk intervals of one minute for each five minutes of running. This helped out some and Tori felt hopeful that she could finish with the interval pacing. She begged Rena to go on without her, but her friend wouldn't leave her side.
It became an almost Sisyphean effort, with each progressive mile slower and more painful. By the end, Tori could barely jog a hundred yards at a time. Rena begged her to stop with a half-mile left, but Tori could not be deterred. For the final quarter-mile, another runner joined to help and they practically carried Tori up to the last stretch of the race near the finish.
Tori insisted on finishing the final hundred yards or so on her own. Paul and the girls were just past the finish line, watching on. At first they felt immense pride upon finally seeing her, but then noticed that something was seriously wrong. She was obviously laboring, barely lifting her feet in a shuffle walk. With twenty or so yards left, she collapsed to the ground and much of the crowd gasped. She then started to basically crawl. By the finish line, the crowd of several hundred were all cheering their loudest for the woman crawling over the line, but Paul and the girls watched in shocked silence. They had never even seen her so much as flinch from pain. She was the toughest person Paul had ever known. To see her in such a state was beyond worrying.
