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)
“Does your hand feel like my pussy?” Her words are whispered, but she might as well have screamed them for the effect they have on me.
“No. Nothing feels as good as your hot, wet heat wrapped around me.”
“My mouth. I think my mouth would be a good second.”
“Jesus fuck, baby.” I can feel the tingling in my spine. My balls tighten, and I stroke faster. Squeeze a little harder, chasing my release.
“I could come again just watching you.”
Her words have their desired effect. I call out her name as I shoot off my release. I’m a mess. My hand, my shirt, hell, even the sand got a heavy dose of my desire for my wife. With no other options, I tear off my shirt and clean up. I know that I’m lucky I didn’t get caught, so I quickly tuck myself back into my pants and zip up.
“I can’t believe we just did that,” she says. There is a smile and, if I’m not mistaken, a little bit of awe in her voice.
“You’ve created a monster,” I tell her. Already thinking about when I can call her again.
“Chad?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I didn’t get any pictures.”
I toss my head back in laughter. “I’ll make sure you get your picture. Right now, my cock is sated, but I promise you, I’ll get them to you.”
“You always keep your promises.”
“Always,” I say as she covers a yawn. She’s tired, and I could sleep for a week after that. “I’ll let you get to sleep.”
“I don’t want to hang up.”
“I have some letters to read and a package to open before I hit the sheets myself. I have to report back at 0400.”
“Okay.” She’s disappointed, and so am I, but this is the hand we were dealt, and we have to make the best of it. I think this phone call proved that we’re good at that.
“Sweet dreams, my beautiful wife.”
“I always dream of you.”
“Me too, baby. I love you.”
She smiles. “I love you too, my sexy husband.”
I laugh at her reply. “I’ll call again as soon as I can. I might not be able to call when I send pictures, but I promise you I’ll send them.”
“Thank you.”
I shake my head. “Never thank me for doing right by you, Faith.”
“But—we didn’t have to do that.”
“Yeah, baby, we did. We were missing each other, and it made us feel closer to each other. At least it did for me.”
“Me too.”
I nod. “See you soon.”
“Please stay safe.”
“Always.”
I force myself to end the call. I have to, or else I’ll stand here all night until my battery dies while I watch her sleep. I make my way back to the tent, and Erik looks up when I plop down on my cot. He sees my shirt in my hand and smirks. He grabs his phone and takes off. I have no doubt he and Hannah are about to have a similar experience. Being married and being away from my wife sucks, but I’ll admit, it has its perks.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
Faith
It’s early October, and even though it’s still warm in the Mojave Desert, I have the windows open in my classroom and am enjoying the warm breeze blowing in. I’m changing my classroom decorations over from the ones that symbolized school to Halloween. I love all things Halloween and am really excited about the opportunity to dress up. As a kindergarten teacher, I think it’s important to join in classroom fun, which is why I’ve already ordered my witch costume online. It should be here in another week.
I’m about to wrap it up for a Friday afternoon when there’s a knock on my door. I look up and find the principal, Mrs. Ramirez, standing in my doorway with a friendly grin. “This place looks great,” she says, stepping inside and taking in the decorations.
“Thanks,” I tell her. “Halloween is my favorite, so I tend to go a little overboard,” I add with an awkward chuckle.
“Your kids are going to love it,” she assures me.
“I hope so.”
“Listen, I’m glad I caught you. I wanted to check in and see how it’s going. We’re about six weeks into the school year, so I thought I’d make sure everything was going the way you’d hoped.”
The smile I give her is genuine and easy. “I love it, seriously. Everyone has been so helpful and supportive. I’m truly enjoying my time here.”
She nods, seeming relieved. “Good, I’m glad, because the parents have been very happy with you. I know it’s still early, but I’m hearing nothing but positive comments, Faith.”
A blush creeps up my neck. “Thank you.”
“You know my door is always open if you need anything or have concerns,” she says, turning toward the door.
That’s when an idea hits me.
“Actually, if you have a minute, I’d love to run an idea by you.”
“Of course,” she replies.