*Ding* a notification goes off on my phone. Opening it I find my husband has sent me a link to a GWS. His work has been slow today, so this must be his entertainment. It’s a game we like to play and he knows which stories to send to get me all worked up.
One [FF] story really gets me going. As I read, I feel the juices start to work their way down my inner labia. “This is going to be a long day…” I think to myself. More stories flood my messages. With each one the desire to touch myself gets stronger. The images of the bodies in my head twist and turn. I imagine myself getting pleasured in the same manner of the ladies in the stories.
*Ding*. Another new story?! Nope, not this time. I pull up the messages to see a picture of a familiar bulge greeting me. The blue boxer briefs strain to retain their prisoner. So much pressure is being exerted I can clearly make out the thick tip. Biting my lower lip I rush to the restroom to return the favor.