“Show me.” Those two words were the catalyst that began this whirlwind of a relationship and landed us here. I messaged you out of the blue because I found you interesting and wanted to chat you up. You made it abundantly clear that you weren’t looking for anything because you were married. I was perfectly fine with that since I was married as well. Conversation was easy going, light hearted, and not sexual in nature. Just two people with plenty of downtime and the need to conversate.
It was late one evening and we were both winding down from our respective days. Conversation gradually involved into intimate details being shared between us, our own dirty little secret to one another. You mentioned how sexually frustrated you were and that’s when it came crashing down. Whether out of reflex, habit, or because I was in a teasing mood, I sent two words: show me. And then something…clicked. A switch was flipped. Next thing I know, I receive a picture message from you: you are lying on your bed, legs spread and showing off your sexually frustrated and aroused pussy. I blinked hard wondering what just happened, my cellphone held in my hand with the image of you seared into my retinas. “I…I don’t know why I sent that,” was the next text that flashed on my screen. Minutes went by with nothing sent between the two of us as the shock of what happened continued to be processed by our lizard brains.