The familiar trill of an incoming FaceTime call gently ruptured my silent surfing.
It was late.
I was laying in bed skimming news stories but I knew Nicole would be calling. My wife of more than 25 years was traveling on business and had been away for almost two weeks, our nightly video chats had become a pleasant habit and so it was tonight even if Nicole was due home the next day.
I tapped the green button, the dotted wheel spun briefly, and Nicole's smiling face appeared on my iPad. I greeted her enthusiastically "Hi gorgeous!"
Nicole was also in bed, bare shoulders and a hint of breast allowing me to happily assume the rest of her was also desirably naked. My wife's smile lit up the screen, her blonde hair splayed across the crisp white linen of the pillows behind her head; she blew me a kiss across the airwaves.
She looked mischievous.
"He's here..." Nicole said. A half-second silence hanging at the end of her cryptic statement.
"Who?" My puzzled reply.
"Roger..." There was that half-second silence again. But we both knew what that meant.
I was silent, thoughts running through my head, my mouth suddenly dry; I had to swallow to speak. "What, umm, how? Really?" The words tumbled from my lips.
Nicole nodded; no words. Just that mischievous smile again.
I took a deep breath. "He's there with you right now?"
My wife's eyes slowly closed, a tiny gasp as her red lips involuntarily sucked at the air. A second of silence, an almost imperceptible moan from Nicole.
"It's a long st...story." She croaked. "But..." Her words came to a shuddering halt; her head pushed back against the pillow, the kind of automatic movement that comes from arching her back.
I stared at the screen, my body shivered as my hand stroked across my abdomen to clutch at my hard erection attempting to lift the blanket strewn across me. I realized Nicole was looking back at me.
Words rushed out of her. "He wants to fuck me." My wife whispered.
My body tensed. I moaned. My cock throbbed.
"Does that make you hard?" Nicole asked.
I opened my mouth but no sounds came out. I bit my lip and nodded my head in the affirmative.
"Shall I let him?" She continued. Again a silent gesture from me.
"You want to watch him fuck me?" Another nod.
"Say it out loud." Nicole commanded. "Roger wants to hear it."
Through my palm I could feel the blood pump ever harder into my joyously aching hard-on. I swallowed hard before speaking.
"I want to watch you getting fucked. I want to see you cum, see the ecstasy on your face..."
Nicole's moans interrupted my monologue. "Yesss." She hissed.
