Page 20 of Unmatched

LonelyGirl8

Of course! What are you into?

I grit my teeth, hit the button, and let out a long exhale. I’d be okay waiting a good hundred years before I have to see what he says, but he responds almost immediately.

MountainMan3

Your tits, mostly.

My jaw nearly hits the ground. I’m curled in the corner of Caprice’s couch, but I have to set down the phone and walk to the window. Anton would never speak to a woman that way. Let alone use the word tits. He’s too caring, too sensitive. Too feminist.

I glance at Caprice, whose lip is curled in resigned distaste.

“Maybe it isn’t even him,” I say hoarsely. “It could be some dude who stumbled on our picture online, even some jerk friend or coworker.” My brain seizes on this. That has to be what’s happening. Some repulsive guy out there found my husband’s picture and is using it to attract women. My Anton’s probably at the gym. Or at home, having dinner alone. Waiting for me to join him.

I glance at the clock. It’s after eight. But then my phone pings again.

MountainMan3

I’d like to slide my dick between those tits and come all over them. My wife won’t ever let me do that.

And just like that, the walls close in.

All the air escapes the room.

Because I’m sure it’s him.

I’ve never understood this particular fascination. I mean, guys like boobs, I get it. But what’s exciting about covering them in a sticky mess? Honestly, I thought he’d slipped the first time he did it. The second time, he shot me in the eye and my vision was blurry for an hour. I was sure I’d get an infection. After that, he asked if I minded him coming on my chest, and I said I did. He never tried it again, and I thought that was that.

But now he’s asking some “other woman” if he can do it to her.

Like it’s somehow important to him.

My limbs suddenly feel heavy. I’m not sure I want to keep the conversation going. It was one thing to create an Unmatched profile. Pretend to be someone else. Vent a little of my anger and frustration. But now that we’re talking, now that he thinks I’m LonelyGirl8, a married woman with nothing better to do than have sex with someone else’s husband, this is starting to feel too real. I’m not sure I’m ready to see this side of Anton.

Caprice holds her hand out for the phone. “Do you want me to...”

I shake my head, biting my lip. Hard.

If he’s texting me now, he must not be with someone else. Maybe he hasn’t gone through with it yet. I need to play along if I’m going to catch him. I take a sharp breath, trying to channel my inner hussy.

LonelyGirl8

Ooh, just thinking about that turns me on.

MountainMan3

Yeah? What else do you like?

My cheeks burn. The corners of my eyes prick with tears. I remind myself he’s talking to me. Not someone else. It’s my picture, my stats. Then I lie through my teeth.

LonelyGirl8

I love sucking dick.

MountainMan3

Tell me more.

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