“I hate it when he’s away, I just wonder if he’s being dishonest, y’know? Probably flirting with other women, with his wandering eye…” she complain to me, her closest friend of many years on one of our regular catch up phone calls.
“Oh I’m sure it’s fine, I mean, he’s already married to you, why would he flirt with another?” I reassure her.
“I don’t know, it’s just… when he’s away from home, he doesn’t always answer his phone, even when he’s texted me that he’s arrived at the hotel.”
“Well, he’s probably just busy preparing for working, or showering, something like that.” I lie to her, looking down from my couch. Truth is, her husband isn’t on the road for a meeting. He’s on his knees, hands tied behind his back, licking and sucking on my cock quietly as I talk to his wife, the phone at full volume so he can hear his wife as he blows me. “Or perhaps he is missing you so much he’s jerking off when you call!”
My free hand reaches down to caress his cheek, as he hears me say such brazenly flirty things to you. He squirms on his knees, his dick constrained by a set of lacy pantues, the ones he’d bought her for their anniversary.