Lingerie had been ordered. Jewelry was selected. The countdown had begun. Our second trip to Cancun was scheduled in just a few short days. We were more than a little anxious to be reunited with our group of friends from our prior trip. This time, however, we would be joined by several new couples who had been invited by set of friends or another. Our small group chat had expanded to a larger fold of friends who all enjoyed sharing flirty messages, photos, and banter with one another. Through countless weeks of chatting, we formed a connection with one couple in particular – Jack and Annie (names changed for anonymity). Having never met them in person, it made the texting flirtation all the more heated and exciting.
My husband and I would spend nights in bed, chatting with them about things we enjoy. We shared stories with them. They detailed experiences with us. The sexual tension among us was extraordinary. My husband and I would fantasize about being a part of their stories. One night after a particularly steamy sexting session with them, I needed my husband in the most intimate way. As I lay on my back, he traced his fingers down my stomach to my panties. Gently sliding them down with his hands, his mouth found my wetness quickly. I closed my eyes and imagined it was Jack going down on me.