Page 8 of Right Number, Wrong Man
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COLT
The womanI’ve pretended not to love for the past sixteen years accidentally sends me dirty videos and I threaten to call the police on her.
Good job, Colt.
Why couldn’t I react like a normal guy and send a dick pic back? Anything would’ve been better than this.
My military training taught me to keep a cool head in the most stressful situations, including being pinned down by enemy fire. But seeing pussy makes me lose my mind like a virgin choirboy.
Only it ain’t just any pussy.
It’s the most beautiful, perfect, heavenly pussy on this godforsaken earth and it so happens to belong to the woman who ought to be wearing my wedding ring.
When I turned on Mike’s phone cause Momma asked me to look for old Christmas pictures, I didn’t expect to have my world thrown off its axis. I canceled my brother’s contract, but there must’ve been an error at the phone company. And I don’t even try to guess why Hailey issending these kinds of videos to Mike’s number in the first place.
Why and how doesn’t matter—not to my aching heart and not to the raging boner throbbing against my zipper.
I’m catapulted back to Halloween night twelve years ago and my chest cracks.
Hailey doesn’t know that the man beneath the mask was me, that I took her virginity. She thought it was my brother, who she crushed on.
Just like she doesn’t know it’s me getting those videos now. She thinks I’m a random stranger who happened to get this number by chance.
Hailey didn’t mean for me to see these clips, but exactly like on Halloween, I take whatever scraps of her I can get.
It’s pitiful.
Horny and sad is a dangerous combination. I’m delirious. At this rate, I might develop some weird psychological disorder. Therapists will have a field day, laughing about me at the water cooler.
Check out this guy! He gets grief boners!
I sit on the bed with the proverbial angel and devil perched on my shoulders, my eyes glued to the still video preview. Damn, Hailey looks like a goddess wrapped in pink lace, the light throwing soft shadows across her divine body and accentuating every curve.
That tight waist I wanna wrap my hands around and hips I wanna dig my fingers into. A round ass I wanna smack. Perky tits I wanna palm and nipples I wanna pinch.
I shouldn’t watch this video. I’ll be in so much trouble if I give in and watch her fuck herself with—Aaaand there goes my finger pressing play.
Hailey’s chest heaves as she teases her clit with the vibrator before taking off her panties. In one thrust, she slides the toy deep into her glistening cunt, her holestretching around the shaft. Moans trickle from her lips and her eyes roll.
I can’t control myself.
In a trance, I open my belt buckle and undo my jeans. I reach into my boxers and pull out my hard dick, tracing the metal rungs of my Jacob’s Ladder on the underside. When I reach the head, my thumb draws around the vertical apadravya piercing through it.
Would she like my jewelry?
I stroke faster, wishing it was my cock impaling her instead of a toy. Hailey moans and her features twist in pleasure as she orgasms. My balls tighten when her cunt flutters around the vibrator and pressure shoots up my length. Thick ropes of cum spurt over my hand and the bed and the floor and my pants and—worst of all—over the goddamn phone.
Instant post-nut clarity hits me like a brick to the face. My hand falls from my cock.
The phone is drenched in cum and I can’t have it break before I’ve watched all her videos. Does splashproof include semen? I should look that up online.
With my pants around my ankles, I waddle to the bathroom and wipe off the phone with a stack of tissues. Once I check that all the buttons and the touchscreen still work, I throw my clothes in the laundry and wash myself.
I scowl at my reflection in the mirror over the sink.
What have I done?
