Three simple words that changed a marriage forever...
"Awake?"
"Yes."
"Facetime?"
Amber got wet just at the thought of it. Chatting and telling sexy stories was one thing but face to face conversation was new territory. Thomas shifted next to her and she paused a moment, conflicted, before she typed "sure". She got slowly out of bed and walked to the guest room.
Her iPad buzzed just as she closed the door. She pressed the "accept" button and a moment later Lonelyone's face appeared in front of her. She had been talking with him for several months and knew what he looked like but his pictures didn't really do him justice.
"Good evening. Nice to finally meet you." He made air quotes with his fingers when he said meet.
She couldn't help but smile "Nice to meet you too, Ben."
"So, how's the family? I assume everyone is sleeping. What's keeping you awake?" His voice was deep and strong and Amber had to turn the volume down on her iPad, worried Thomas might hear.
"Typical stuff, really, just a lot on my mind. Thomas's got a lot going on and he's just been exhausted. Kids have soccer, music recitals, the usual." Amber stopped. "I can't believe it! I'm one of those damn soccer moms! I'm a cliche!" She hadn't ever thought of it before but the reality was a slap in the face.
"Sweetie, you're anything but cliche. I don't know any woman that sleeps in that kind of outfit that I would call cliche and that's just your clothing."
Amber pulled the iPad up higher to show just her face. Still, her nipples tightened at the comment and she blushed. "Stop that."
"Why? You've been telling me for a month that you need some sex. Thomas must be really busy, or really blind."
"Well, what about you?" Amber tried turning the conversation around. "Why are you up?"
"Same as always. Looking for someone to talk to; to help me fall asleep." Unlike Amber, Ben allowed his iPad to shift and showi more of his shirtless torso. "As you can see, I'm all ready for bed but sleep just won't come."
"I see." Amber's voice got thicker and lascivious thoughts flashed through her mind. She wet her lips forgetting Ben could see her too.
"Yeah, something like that. You really do know what I like. How is that possible?"
"Would you like me to help you, Ben? I could whisper in your ear as I run my finger across your chest." Amber moved her iPad to allow Ben to have a look at her cami again. With the movement, the silk brushed across her nipple and it sprang to life. The look on Ben's face caused a new rush of wetness in her panties. She hadn't seen a look of lust like that in quite a while. "Maybe I should run my tongue along the outside of your ear." Amber slid her hand up the silk covering her taught stomach and dragged it across her now aching nipple. She was rewarded with an "Oh God, yes" from Ben and she saw his arm move.
"I'd like that. Of course I'd return the favor, caressing your thigh, admiring how beautiful you look in that nightgown."
Amber squeezed her thighs together, thrilling at the feel on her clit and her growing wetness. "Oh, yes, caress my thigh and I'll move from your ear to your collar bone, licking gently as I move to straddle you." Ben's hand was moving steadily now, but he was in no apparent hurry. Amber shifted again, exposing more of her breast, and she propped the iPad on the bed next to her. Ben could now see her tits but not her face. She rubbed her thumb across her nipple and another moan escaped his lips. She slid her other hand down her torso again, moving toward her wetness.
"Oh, yes, touch yourself. Tell me how wet you are."
Amber continued, circling her clit slowly through her panties "I'm so wet, Ben. My panties are soaking. I might have to take them off, soon. I want you to see all of me as I straddle you, slowly sliding down, rubbing my clit against your stiff cock." Amber picked up her iPad and moved it to the blanket chest at the end of the bed. She got back on the bed, this time on her knees, and slowly ran her hands over her body, trying with all her might to embody Demi Moore in "Stripper". She felt incredibly sexy and she really was soaking through her panties. She could feel a trickle slipping slowly down her inner thigh as she rocked her hips and watched Ben's hand move steadily faster. She raked her fingernails up her thighs, pulling her cami up exposing her matching panties.
"Oh, Amber, show me how wet you are." Ben shifted his iPad too and now she could see his entire torso and head. He was intently watching her but had his hands pumping on his cock.
Amber hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and teased them down, one side at a time, and was again rewarded with a groan from Ben and a gush of her own wetness. She stood, momentarily, and slipped them past her ankles, then shimmied her way back to her knees and leaned forward onto all fours and showed Ben her panties. The entire front was clearly soaked. "You see how wet you've gotten me, Ben? Now I have to finger myself and watch you come."
Ben's fist and his breathing sped up.
Amber got back to her knees and thrust her pelvis toward the camera as she dipped a finger into her pussy and pulled it back out then rubbed the wetness on her clit. She rubbed circles around her clit for a moment then moved back and pulled the top of her cami down, exposing her hard nipples. She sat back on her heels and used one hand to play with her swollen nipples as she alternated between fingering herself and rubbing her clit. "I'm going to come soon, Ben. Are you ready? Come with me."
"Oh God, Amber, I'm ready."
