Page 63 of The Retreat

“Put your fingers between your lips, suck it off.”

Colin squirms and slips his fingers between his lips.

“Good boy.” The words fly out of me.

Colin beams. He doesn’t ask again. He waits patiently.

I flip the camera around to show him how hard I am.

“Were you hard when you called me?” Colin asks.

I shake my head. “No. You did this.”

“I did that?” Colin is glowing.

“You did it. Watching you made me need to come. It’s even better than porn.”

“I’m better than porn?”

“Yes, you are, princess. You’re so much better than porn. The noises you make.” I groan. “The noises they make in porn seem so fake, but you—” I’m stroking myself, letting him watch.

“Can I watch you come?”

I hesitate. “Is that something you’d like?”

He nods, having picked up his phone to flip the camera back to his face. “Yes. I need it. Please, please, please show me.”

I work my hand over my cock, and I’m silent for a minute.

“What are you thinking about?” Colin asks.

“You.”

Surprise crinkles the corners of his eyes. “What about me?”

“How good you sounded. How good you felt before I left when we were frotting.”

The smile on his face lights up the whole room. God, I just wanted to make him happy. Even if I wasn’t hard after watching him, I’d want to let him watch me jack off just to get that smile.

“Fuck. I’m going to come.” I’m close because I’d been stroking myself the whole time he was.

Colin nods, breath hitching.

I give over to my orgasm, letting him see it all.

The next morning, I wake to a photo. It’s Colin dripping wet in the shower, hand on his cock with a message.

Husband: I’m still thinking about last night.

Fuck. I’m late, and don’t have time to shower and get off.

Frotting King: I’m going to be hard all day thinking about that picture.

Colin replies quickly.

Husband: Good.

Husband: FaceTime later?

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