Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74256 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
I miss her smell. I miss her touch. I just fucking miss her.
An hour later, I’m showered as best as I can be, considering our amenities. Anything is better than nothing at this point. My belly is full, and with my cell phone clutched in my hand, I’m headed toward my spot to get service to call her. I need to hear her voice.
As I’m walking to my hot spot, as I like to call it, I power my phone on. I keep it off to save the battery. There’s no point in leaving it on if I don’t get service, so that cuts down on how often I need to charge it. I’m probably ten steps away from where I usually stop when my phone pings, telling me I have new messages.
I scroll through the screen and see one from Ford. My mom and dad both sent messages, and my little sister too. Then I see the name I long to hear from. My Wife. I stop walking and open her messages. I freeze when images of her fill the small screen.
“Fuck me,” I mutter as I lift the phone closer to my face to make sure my eyes aren’t deceiving me. Sure enough, it’s not a mirage caused by the desert heat. My wife has sent me pictures of her.
Naked pictures.
Not just naked but aroused. She’s wet. I can see the evidence even in the dim lighting of the image of her glistening pussy. My cock is hard and straining against my pants. She’s so damn sexy. The thought of her touching herself, thinking about me, it’s almost more than I can take.
With a power I didn’t know I possessed, I lift my eyes from the screen and scan the area. Nothing but desert. There is no shelter, but I’m up here all alone. I’ve told Erik about this spot, but he knows I’m up here, so he’ll take his turn after. With my back facing camp, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It’s hard and weeping for my wife. I stare at her pictures on the screen, flipping through them with one hand, while choking my cock with the other.
I need her.
I’m so desperate for relief that it doesn’t matter if I get caught. The pictures don’t do her justice, but it’s as close as I can get to the real thing. Or is it? I quickly calculate the time difference. It’s Friday night, and just after ten her time. It’s a dick move calling this late, but I need her. She doesn’t work tomorrow, so she can sleep in. I’m ready to hit Call but hit the option for Video Call instead. I hope that the reception is good enough for the connection to be clear.
“Chad?” she answers.
I watch the screen as she sits up. She’s wearing one of my Army T-shirts. The image of her has my cock twitching in my palm. “Hey, baby.” I smile at her.
She reaches over to turn on the lamp, and I can now clearly see her. Her hair is pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head, and her face is free of makeup. This moment reminds me of waking up with her in my arms for the first time as my wife. A moment I’ll never forget, and I’m sure this one will be added to that list as well.
“Hi.” Tears fill her eyes.
“Faith.” I breathe her name. “I got your messages.” Her face flushes. “I needed to see you.”
“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.”
“You have no idea what you do to me. I’m standing beneath the desert sun with my cock in my hand, thinking of you.”
“Are they okay?”
“Are they okay?” I huff out a laugh. “They’re more than okay. They’re unexpected and sexy, and my mouth is watering. Seeing your pussy glistening like that, I can almost taste you on my tongue.”
“I wasn’t sure. Hannah said that she sends pictures to Erik, and I know it’s lonely, and since we’re married, I mean, it’s not like it’s something you’ve never seen before.”
“I only want to see you.”
She’s quiet for a few seconds, and I let the silence linger between us as I squeeze my cock at the base. “She said he sometimes sends them back—pictures, I mean. Of him, not of her,” she rambles.
She’s nervous, but she shouldn’t be. Not with me. “Faith?”
“Yeah?”
“You’re my wife. That gives you the right to ask me anything. Tell me what you want.” I know what she wants, but I want to hear the words fall from her sweet lips.
“I’d like to have images of you too. I have wedding pictures, but… that’s not the same.”
“You want to see my cock, wife?”
She nods. “Only my husband’s.”
“Fuck.” I curse under my breath. Panning the phone, I show her my cock fisted in my palm. “Like this?” I ask. I can’t see the screen very well. There is a glare from the sun at this angle, but I hear her intake of breath.