It didn’t take long for Malcolm to see the video I sent of me and my husband together and he lost all sense of decorum. I didn’t mind. It was after I went to bed that he responded to our video, but I woke up to a bunch of messages, some very explicit seats (including pictures), and most importantly: a request. This was a request that changed our sexual lives forever (for the better) but also led to the slow breakdown of our marriage. But like I said before, I wouldn’t change it for the world. Some things aren’t meant to be.
“Will you two put on a show for me?” That was the message Malcolm sent. I would have said yes then and there, but I knew I had to consult Jack. There was another message that whet my appetite even more. “I can make a lot happen for you guys. Sexually. And otherwise.” Such a vague thing to say but it was making my mouth water. I wanted to go wake Jack up and beg him to do whatever this “show” was that Malcolm had in mind with me, but that seemed like a bad idea. Instead I had no choice but to fuck myself silly on the couch of our apartment in my underwear. By the time I was done my panties were soaked and so was the pillow.