Distant Daydreams: Part 4
Mike blinked as he stared at his phone's screen, realizing he must have dozed off. There was a message from Ashley waiting for him. "I'm on my way to show that guy another property," it said.
He typed a quick response: "Drive safely." Just as he was about to press send, another message from Ashley appeared.
"Do you like my outfit?" she asked, causing his heart to race. After what seemed like an eternity, a photo arrived.
Mike's breath caught as he beheld the picture of Ashley in front of their bedroom mirror. Showcasing her beautiful figure in a black pencil skirt and a tight white blouse, the attire was provocative yet not inappropriate for work. The skirt's hem was a few inches shorter than what she typically wore, displaying her shapely legs and hips. The blouse clung to her sleek waist and accentuated her impressive chest. She'd left the last button open, revealing the top of her ample cleavage, and sported her diamond pendant necklace that he'd given her as a wedding gift.
Had she really chosen to wear this outfit to show the house? They'd discussed this beforehand, but he could sense she was doing this for his benefit. As he considered his response, he pondered how best to approach the situation without upsetting her. She could easily interpret a comment as demanding or possessive, leading to another argument.
Several replies flitted through his mind before he finally settled on a cautious one.
"You look breathtaking. It's a shame I can't be there," he sent. He rolled onto his back, visualizing the photo of his wife. He reached for his penis and stroked it through his boxers, focusing on the picture.
Thoughts of sliding into Ashley's warm entrance filled him. He imagined her reaction when the older gentleman fixated on her figure as he stood delicately in the doorway, unsure if it was real or an illusion brought on by Ashley's message. It seemed unhealthy to be overcome by jealousy over the attention of a random person, but at that moment he couldn't help it. Ashley luring that guy while wearing this tantalizing ensemble intensified his arousal.
However, he questioned her real intentions. Was this a ploy to satisfy him, or was she actually considering wearing this provocative attire for her client? His phone beeped, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Do you think it will help me sell the house?" she inquired. His mouth suddenly felt dry.
He was intrigued by her sense of fun, so he attempted a daring reply. "I think his gaze will be fixed on you, not the house," he said boldly. "Is that what you're wearing for the house?" He feared this was pushing it too far, but his curiosity sparked.
His phone buzzed again. "I'm here already." Another winking emoji arrived. His heart raced, unsure of whether this was all part of a game. As he pondered his next steps, another message popped onto his screen.
"Talk to you later," she said, sending a wink. His phone switched to Do Not Disturb. He frantically wrote, "Ashley, are you just messing with me or is this for real?" but it went unread.
He browsed his Find My iPhone app, waiting for it to load. Rolling his eyes, he watched the blue dot gradually move closer to their home, located on the southern side of town. Considering the distance, she must be showing a house. Back on the messaging platform, he saw she still hadn't read his message.
Tossing between various scenarios in his mind, he scrolled through her photos, lewdly imagining her with the older man she was presumably showing a house to.
His hand began to wander as he envisioned the man following her around the house, admiring how her hips swayed as she described each room. In his mind, she ascended the stairs to show off the living room. The older man, desperate to look up her skirt, paused to note her panties. Unmoved, she asked, "What are you doing?" evoking bafflement from the man. "This," he asserted. Without further objection, he grasped her backside, left hand rubbing one breast while the right massaged the other. His erection pressed into her back.
Sweat dripping from his forehead, Mike reached climax.
As the initial shock subsided, he picked himself up and hurried to the bathroom to clean himself. Returning to his room, he confirmed she was still at the house when he looked at the map again.
Riddled with unease, he had no idea when the house showing ended. He had put his faith in his wife unquestioningly, but now realized that might've been naive. He couldn't do anything from where he was, so he settled for pacing back and forth. As he neared exhaustion, he fell back onto his bed to rest.
The shrill beeping of an alarm jolted him to awareness. It was six o'clock; Ashley had sent him a few messages. "You'll just have to wonder," read the first, accompanied by a smiling emoji. "I'll tell you later," she'd claimed heftily.
He feared the worst for yet another reason; she hadn't provided an answer. Then, with a wink, she simply said, "I'll tell you later." He knew her well enough to recognize that familiar tone, which was often associated with naughtiness. It alluded to something else. He then received a selfie of her wearing the same blouse from her previous photo. The image was shot from an angle above her, revealing ample cleavage. Intrigued, he recognized the diamond pendant she was wearing. "She still has that on..." he thought. Looking down, he noticed his pants were tented from his swelling desire.
The eruption of his alarm yanked Mike from a deep slumber. He instinctively fumbled for his phone, its location unknown the moment before. He swatted the alarm to silence, and with blurred eyes, his gaze locked onto the nightstand.
Mike wasn't prepared for the array of pending messages from Ashley. He squinted at his phone screen. Typing fast, she'd written, "You'll just have to wonder," following it with a lopsided smiling emoticon. A second message read, "I'll tell you later," his wife stating points, yet not providing an answer.
Erotic fantasies returned as he considered the 90-minute-long house showing, with an older man demanding her attention and moving closer. It escalated with the man rubbing her breasts, her supple rear snuggling against him. Mike's eyelids fluttered as he registered his climax dawning.
Hastily rising, he reached for his phone, confirming the dot's location. It never wavered, indicating she remained by the house. His guilt relented for a moment as he fell into doubt about the house showing dynamics.
His alarm rang again. His headache subsided as his droopy eyelids fluttered open. A click turned off the alarm, yet his mind was temporarily befuddled.
The morning's messages brightened with unread alerts. With bated breath, he unlocked his phone, a nervous anticipation eating him from the inside.
"You'll just have to wonder," she said, although a smirking emoticon told a different story. "The house showing went better than expected, he seemed enthralled by the tour," she clarified, casually dismissing the lingering question. "I'm missing you intensely," followed by a photo of her scantily clad, a winky face. At the sight of his wife's exposed cleavage, Mike couldn't keep still. Images of her in that blouse flashed in his head as the pendant stuck out. His thoughts were interrupted when his erection caused discomfort, furthering his curious musings about why she didn't wear the pendant last night, and when she put it on this morning. His heart thumped in his chest.
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