Tonight you're going out with your girlfriends after work for dinner and drinks. I had planned a nice slow evening just hanging out with the dog and relaxing with my favorite drink and a movie I'd watched 1000 times already. So after I got home from work, took the dog for a walk and worked out, I settled down to making dinner and turning on my stupid movie.
Around 8 o'clock, I'd cleaned up dinner, and settled down with a glass of bourbon and my phone started buzzing. I figured it was you calling telling me that you were on your way home, but instead it was a text saying you were going to a bar after dinner and would be a little late. I texted back "I love you, have fun!" and went back to my movie. I wasn't paying attention to my phone, but when I got up to refresh my drink I noticed I'd missed a text from you. The text had no words, just a picture of your cleavage, which was apparently on display as your blouse was unbuttoned and extra button or so. I sent back a smiley face, but my head was already spinning with the thought of taking your blouse off. I decided I'd start paying better attention to my phone...
A while later another text came through, this time a picture of your skirt hiked up a little higher on your legs than normal... If I'd been facing you, I'd have sworn I could tell what color panties you were wearing. I decided not to text back for fear of getting way too excited and bombarding you with a ton of dirty text messages while out with your friends.
About a half hour later, you became too much for me to handle. Your next text was from the bathroom, and was a picture of your panties in your hand and the words "These are staying off the rest of the night". I almost texted back "GET HOME NOW!" but was able to control myself and texted back "Can't wait, have fun!"
Now came the hard part of the night... After a drink and a half I had a little buzz going and was feeling great. The only thing that would make it better would be if I could cum right now. In a moment of weakness I grabbed my computer, and pulled up some of the pictures we'd taken in so long ago.
I got harder and harder looking at you in that pink lingerie, and me inside you, and you guiding my cock into you. It took every ounce of my will power to not start stroking myself right then and there, I could almost feel your warm, wet pussy on my cock and your soft lips on mine. I could feel my hands on your breasts as I slid in and out of you while you laid on your back, your head tilted back with your eyes closed...
I decided I needed some water, with lots and lots of ice. I walked to the fridge, and poured myself a big glass and pounded the water, letting the ice cool water calm my pulsing nerves. After my little cool down, I went back to the couch and tried to calm my nerves.
I was successful until around 9:30 when your next text came. Again, it was just a picture, but your skirt was hiked up ridiculously high and your left hand was covering between your legs. Your wedding ring was sparkling right in the middle of your thighs. Two minutes later, you sent me another text "Are you hard? Are you ready to fuck me when I get home? Are you touching yourself?"
All I could respond back with was "Yes, yes, YES." I went back to get another glass of water. My head was spinning, you never text me like this and it was driving me insane. All I wanted was for you to walk in the door and let me take you, right in the doorway.
You stopped texting after that, until about 10:30 when you sent "cumming home. Touching myself. So fucking wet." All the blood in my body headed below my waist and I got dizzy as I stood up to go sit by the door.
I sat by the door like a lost puppy watching the second hand on my watch ticking away so slowly as I waited for the garage door to open. The twenty-minute drive you had must have taken 90 minutes in my head, but as soon as I heard the garage door start to move, I stood up like a rocket. I heard your music going in the car as you put it in park, and your door open. You must have grabbed your purse or your coat as it seemed like an eternity before I heard your hand on the doorknob.
The second you pushed the door open, I reached out and swung it open even harder. I reached out, knocked your purse out of your hand, threw your coat on the floor and grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off the ground and kissed you hard and deep. I didn't give you a second to say a word, I simply carried you from the door to the dining room table, where I sat you on the edge of it and removed your shirt as quickly as I could, throwing it to the floor.