Page 35 of Strike Out

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.

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