Having identical phones can cause problems. This story is an example of that.
It's a short story about trust and not a BTB, so I know that will displease a few folks.
"Oh," I groaned at the number the sales clerk had just quoted. I turned the gleaming new phone in my hand. It was a significant upgrade from my old phone. A much larger screen, much faster processor, more memory, far better camera, and a battery that should last all day, what's not to love?
"We have a special this weekend. If you buy two, you get 20% off both and $100 of free accessories for each phone."
I turned to my wife, Amber, "Your phone is just as old as mine."
"Yes, but my screen is not cracked like yours."
"Still, this deal would allow us to get new phones and a case for each. Plus, we'd save 20% on each phone.
The sales clerk jumped in. "Oh! Sorry, I forgot to tell you, there is a $200 trade-in for any unbroken phone."
"SOLD! We'll take two," I said, not waiting for Amber to comment.
"I want a red one," she said, smiling from ear to ear.
"I'll stick with the dark gray."
The happy sales clerk said, "These have been selling fast, let me check in the back and see what colors are left."
He returned with 5 boxes. "Well, here is our Dark Slate model. We have Silver. White, Dark Blue, and Sky Blue, but we're sold out of the Red ones."
"Oh, crap! I really like the Red one. How long will it be before you get another one in?"
"Probably be a couple of weeks until we get another shipment," he said, sadly. "Tell you what, we have lots of the Slate ones, If you both get Slate, I'll throw in an extra charger cable for each phone."
Amber agreed and, starting with mine, they began to transfer all our old info to our new phones. When they started on hers, they asked Amber for her passcode. I was a bit surprised when she casually gave them six numbers that were not her parents' anniversary date. She had used that date as her phone passcode for years but for some reason she had changed it.
I was holding my new phone when they, once again had to ask Amber for her passcode. This time she gave me a quick look and I pretended to be playing with my phone. When she gave them the code, I entered it on one of my reminder lists. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look back at me to see if I reacted to the new numbers she gave the clerk. I kept my head down and pretended to be fascinated by something on my new toy. I thought it odd that she'd changed her passcode, but the experts say you should change it regularly. Maybe I should change mine? I made a mental note to ask her about it and then promptly forgot all about it.
They completed the transfers, applied the screen protectors, and put each phone in a new clear case. As we walked to the car, Amber asked, "How will we tell these apart?"
"Well, they use facial recognition, so it won't open if we look at the wrong one. "
"Oh, yeah, I forgot about that," she said and smiled broadly.
Ten days later, on a Wednesday evening, Amber was packing her suitcase when I walked into our bedroom.
"What's this? Are you going somewhere?"
She looked at me like I had two heads. "Babe! I'm going back to Denver. I told you we were closing on the Williams deal. This should get me a nice little bonus."
"Oh yeah, sorry, I forgot. So you're leaving in the morning, right?"
"Yes, I'm staying at The Slate again. The meeting is Friday, but Joan wants me to join her for a shopping spree on Saturday so we're coming back Sunday afternoon."
"Well, she's the boss, so I guess you gotta. Just try not to spend all of your bonus before you get it," I said and laughed.
Amber laughed, "No, I think I'm tagging along just for moral support. I might not buy anything."
"I don't have anything scheduled for tomorrow morning, do you want me to drop you at the airport?
"Joan changed our flight from 8:00 to noon so I don't need to be there until 11:00. If you can take me, I won't be so rushed in the morning."
"Happy to do it, Babe."
"Thanks, John, you're such a good husband," she said and kissed me.
As was her usual practice on the night before she traveled, Amber initiated sex. She rode me hard, bouncing on my dick until we both exploded. She collapsed onto my chest, panting for breath.
"Damn, baby, that was sooo good! It almost makes it worth having you gone all weekend."
"I'll be back Sunday afternoon so plan on a repeat performance Sunday night!"
I squeezed her tightly, "I'm going to hold you to that!"
Thursday morning I woke up to Amber sucking my morning woody. I moaned in pleasure. That seemed to spur her on, her tongue lashed my glands, causing me to jump and jerk. She swallowed about 5 inches of my dick, never breaking suction. She quickly slid me in and out of her sweet mouth.
"Babe, I'm going to cum!" I grabbed her head and held on as she sucked me in and out. Then I exploded, gushing cum as she sucked and swallowed every last drop.
She lifted her head and locked eyes with me as she licked her lips. "There, that should hold you until I get back Sunday."
I was barely able to lift my head off the pillow. "Wow, that's the way I want to be awakened every day!"
"In your dreams, buster! Now go make us some coffee while I jump in the shower."
I swatted her bottom as she turned to get off the bed. Amber squealed and then giggled as she ran into the en suite. I climbed out of bed and pulled on my robe before heading to the kitchen.
Twenty minutes later she came in wearing her robe with her hair tied up in a towel. "I guess I need to get cleaned up too," I said as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
Back in our room, Amber's partially full suitcase was lying open on our bed. My phone chirped with the text alert and I grabbed it off the charger.
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