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KAI

W e lost to the Rockies tonight, four to six, and everyone’s in a pretty shitty mood.

We had dinner as a team and then we all just turned in for the night.

Better to be well rested for the early flight home in the morning.

I’m not in the mood for going out, anyway.

I miss Isla and I know she’s still in her last class for the night with the time difference.

So I’ve got an hour to kill before I can video call her.

It’s a good thing I have her little special video to keep me occupied.

I toss my jacket on the couch and launch myself onto the bed, scooting myself up to the pillows and pulling my phone from my pocket.

I open the hidden photo album and pictures of my wife fill the screen.

I scroll down to the video and click on it.

Pressing play, the sound of her giggle fills the room.

“Kai, you’re not supposed to be touching yourself while I do this.”

“Shhh, Princess. Pretend I’m not here. Touch my pretty pussy so when I need you, I can hear you moan like a little slut for me.”

Isla looks directly into the phone’s camera, and fuck, it feels like she’s looking into my eyes right now.

Her hand trails from her neck, down the top of her tit and grazes her nipple.

Fuck, I’m so hard right now. Isla smirks and her fingers stop right on her clit.

I let out a sigh, reaching down to adjust my cock, knowing I’d much rather be inside her right now.

“Do you miss me, big brother? Because I miss you so much.”

Fuck, yes, I miss her.

Her fingers slide down and press inside, pumping a few times. Back arching off the bed, she pulls out her glistening fingers and I want them in my mouth right now. Fuck, I wanted to wait for her to call me so I could come with her on the call with me. I don’t know, though.

I pause the video and pull up our messages.

Kai

I need you, Princess.

Have you watched or listened to what I made for you?

Isla

After I woke up this morning. I listened to the audio.

If you ever decide to quit playing ball, you definitely have a career in the audio erotica industry.

I came so hard hearing you moan and call me your little whore.

Kai

My wife is such a dirty fucking girl. I love it.

Just for me.

Isla

All for you, baby. I’ll be home in forty-five-ish minutes. Be ready for me.

How is it possible that the woman who I am now married to can say four very simple words, Be ready for me , and it makes my stomach somersault, and makes me feel like doing a stupid little dance?

What the fuck kind of sorcery is this?

I look up from my phone and stare at my reflection in the mirror, realizing I’ve never done this. I’ve never had phone sex, or video call, whatever… The point is, what if I say something stupid?

“Shit.” I get up and stand in front of the mirror. “You will not fuck this up. Isla deserves the best from you, even if it’s just you dirty talking her to orgasm.”

I’m literally giving myself a pep talk about phone sex.

And the award for the biggest loser goes to… Malakai Vaughn.

My phone pings, and there’s another text from Isla.

Isla

You know what would be really sexy… if you were just in your jersey, unbuttoned, and your underwear.

I’m wet just imagining it.

To toy with my wife or not?

Absolutely.

I grab my jersey, pulling my white t-shirt over my head and chucking it onto the bed. My chinos are slung low on my hips and the waistband of my boxer briefs is showing. Just like she likes. Grabbing my Coyotes hat, I flip it backwards, putting it on my head, and slip into my jersey.

With my phone pointed at the mirror, I take a few pictures and send her one.

Kai

I like when you’re wet for me, Princess. Be a good girl and finish class.

Isla

Class was let out early. I’m on the way to the car.

I send her another picture.

Isla

Kai, please, baby. If you send any more, I’m gonna have to take care of myself in the car. You don’t want anyone in the parking lot able to see your wife getting off, now do you?

Kai

You know I don’t mind if people watch, Princess. They just can't touch you.

Isla

Give me ten minutes. Then I can be naked in our bed.

Kai

Nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds and counting.

My balls ache and I would give anything to be with her right now. My stupid love of baseball is really fucking with my need to keep her full of my cum. I can’t get her pregnant if I’m constantly away.

If she isn’t already pregnant.

We wouldn’t know for a few more weeks, and to say I’m anxious is an understatement.

I’ve already contacted a realtor about looking at some houses in the area because I don’t want to have a baby in the apartments.

Not that we don’t have the space. I worry about the noise and people getting pissed off.

Isla and I have already had a neighbor give us a dirty look, probably because I had her screaming my name from overstimulation.

A notification pops up on my phone and it’s our doorbell camera.

Isla’s home. I hop onto the bed, a little too excited.

Waiting for her to call me, I tell myself that I need to make this good for her.

Don’t come too fast. Five minutes of waiting and her picture appears on the screen.

I hit accept, and the screen is dark for a moment, then it flips around, her perfect tits making their appearance.

“God, Princess, you are perfect. The way I need those perfect fucking titties in my face, in my mouth, with my cock between them.” I groan, palming my cock over my underwear. “Show me the rest.”

Her phone’s camera trails over the rest of her, completely naked, like she said she would be. “Do you miss me, husband?” Her thighs part and my mouth salivates. “Do you miss your wife’s pussy?”

“ Fuck ,” the word coming out tight, my restraint on the verge of breaking. “You don’t know the power you have over me, baby.”

“Let me see you, Kai.” Her thighs clench, making my dick twitch.

“You want to see your cock, Princess? The one that should be buried so deep in your pretty little cunt, making you feel good.”

Isla moans and her hand moves down her stomach, so in double time I’m yanking my boxer briefs down and start stroking. “I want you to touch your clit, baby. Wanna see those gorgeous thighs of yours shake and hear you moan my name like the desperate little whore you are. ”

“Yes.” Her fingers circle her clit and I stroke myself at the same pace.

You cannot come yet, Kai.

“Talk to me, Princess. Tell me what you want.” I pant, trying to steady my breathing. The phone angled at my cock, pumping slowly, my thumb grazing the tip and smearing the bead of precum.

“I wish you would sneak into the apartment, and while I’m sleeping, climb into bed and fuck me. Rough and making me scream as you use your cock to make me come.”

Does my little wife have a somno, consensual non-consent kink?

“You want me to fuck you while you’re sleeping,” I groan as I pick up speed to match hers. “To fucking just take what I want from you.”

“Kai,” she whispers. “Oh, God… yes. Make me… I want you to call me your dirty little whore, grab my throat, and fuck me from behind so hard that I cry.”

Done.

She doesn’t have to tell me twice.

“Come for me, Isla. Let me hear my name on those lips of yours. Moan for me, princess, let your husband know just how much of a slut you are for him. Tell me how much watching me stroke my cock to your tight, wet cunt gets you off.” My balls get tight and draw up, and the base of my spine tingles with warmth.

“Fuck, tell me, Isla. I’m so fucking close. ”

“Fuck, I’m your slut. Your whore, baby. Your cock is the only one that makes me come.” Isla’s legs convulse and she cries out. “Kai… Kai, fuck, fuck … come for me.”

Whimpering, my orgasm crashes into me and with each stroke, cum drips down my hand and shaft. “Goddamn, baby. You’re so fucking hot. Look at you coming for me like the good fucking girl you are. Too bad all of this is gonna get washed down the drain. It should be inside you.”

“What time do you guys get in tomorrow?” She asks, dragging the comforter up and cocooning herself with it, snuggling with my pillow.

“Early. Hopefully, you’ll still be in bed when I get home.” That way I can surprise her.

“Okay, baby. I love you and I can’t wait for you to come home.” Isla yawns, her eyes fighting to stay open.

I lie back and just stare at her, loving how peaceful she looks now that she’s home and in our bed. “I love you too, Princess. Just leave the phone on so I can watch you until I fall asleep.”