Selfie Seduction at the Gym

A Kinky Encounters Romance

Special Edition

By Quinn Blueheart

Selfie Seduction at the Gym

A Kinky Encounters Romance: Special Edition

Copyright: Quinn Blueheart

Published: February 5, 2022

Publisher: Quinn Blueheart

Special Edition

Cover photo: mproduction

About

This novella takes place in the Kinky Gateways Romance universe at an unspecified time. Additional books in this series are available through the publisher, including Amazon.

Disclaimer

This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons (living or deceased), places, or experiences is coincidental. This title is for mature audiences only and contains explicit sex acts and kinky adult themes. All characters engaging in adult behaviors are presumed to be of the age of consent.

Copyright

Copyright © 2022 by Quinn Blueheart. All rights reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, copied in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise transmitted without written permission from the publisher. You must not circulate this book in any format.

Contents

Selfie Seduction at the Gym

About

Disclaimer

Copyright

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

About the Author

More in this Series!

Chapter 1

Under the sheets, Lyle kissed his wife’s toes, calf, knee, and thigh. A long lick between her legs caused Amber to shudder. Lyle savored the taste of Amber's arousal. He continued his teasing, licking her outer lips. Amber growled in frustration as Lyle’s tongue circled her most sensitive spot without touching it. Digging her long fingernails into Lyle’s hair, Amber directed the efforts of his tongue onto the small hood of her swollen clit.

"Oh Fuck!" She called out, "Stop teasing me. Keep right there!"

Lyle’s confidence swelled hearing the effect his actions had on Amber. A cold, sticky drop of his arousal dripped onto his left leg. His rod throbbed with each pulse of his pounding heart. "Ummmm," he moaned into her sex. Amber's juices trickled down Lyle's chin. His jaw ached from the effort, and his tongue began to tire. He adjusted his head so that his tongue moved from her clit and pressed into her pussy hole instead.

She pulled his head upwards by his hair, reminding him of exactly where she needed his tongue, on her button and nowhere else. Last night's dinner was cut short by Lyle's work call, and she was determined to get what she wanted this morning. Tingles spread from between her legs to her lower back and thighs. Amber felt herself breathing hard, wanting to cum, but not wanting to reach her orgasm too soon. She planned to make Lyle work hard for her orgasm this morning.

A phone rang noisily on the bedside table. Amber groaned as her hands pressed Lyle firmly against her bush. " God damn it! Don't you dare stop," she cried out, only moments away from orgasm. The phone continued to demand attention as it rang for a second time. Now Lyle heard the phone too. He attempted to lift his head, but Amber held him tightly. He blindly reached for his phone and picked it up from the nightstand.

"Shit!" Amber yelled in frustration as she released her husband's head from between her legs. The phone rang a third time. The distraction stole Amber's orgasm away. “Go ahead,” she relented.

Lyle knew she was distracted by the interruption. He shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "I'm sorry," he said, recognizing the number. "It’s a work call. I’ll be right back.” He placed a finger to his lips, requesting that she remain silent when he answered the call. Then, he answered it before the voice message picked up.

“Hello, this is Lyle Stanton,” He answered, wiping Amber’s arousal from his chin and mouth with his free hand as if he might be seen through the voice call. He sat up beside his nude wife, still lying on her back. His wife teased his erection with her feet to keep the mood going.

“Oh, can this wait until I get into the office this afternoon?” Amber overheard. She was determined to get Lyle off as quickly as possible. But first, Amber would need to get him off the phone. So she moved around onto all fours. Amber pushed her husband back onto the bed before engulfing the spongy head of his stiff shaft in her mouth.

“I understand. This is a big account. I’ll handle this issue today, but,” Lyle paused at Amber’s distraction. He regained his thoughts and continued, “I’m going to need you to fill me in.”

Lyle struggled to sit up again, shaking his index finger at Amber’s attempts to distract him. She pouted to show her dismay at being interrupted by his work.

“OK, I’ll wait while you conference Bill in,” Lyle spoke into the phone. He pressed the “mute” button, then turned to Amber. “Amber, I’m sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you, but I have to take this call. One of my big accounts is threatening to walk away.”

“I understand,” Amber said. Deep down, she felt rejected at being displaced by his work, and she resented that feeling. But it was a pattern for her husband that she had learned to accept. He often said he felt guilty about spending large amounts of time working. But Lyle’s job also paid for their house, two cars, motorcycle, and vacations. Amber nodded her head up and down to reassure Lyle that it was OK.

Lyle got out of bed and picked up his blue flannel robe off the bedroom floor. He slipped it on as he waited for the extra person to get on the conference call. He kissed Amber and stepped out of the bedroom door.

Amber pulled the covers up around her body. She felt suddenly chilled now that Lyle had left the room. Amber explored the slippery, silky folds between her legs. Moments ago, Lyle’s tongue was between her legs. She loved the feeling of her fingers in his hair, pressing him into her wetness. He’s marked with my scent today. Then she laughed to herself as a deliciously naughty idea to teach him a lesson about leaving her horny formed in her head. Maybe this would be a fun day after all.

Amber took a deep breath and tossed the covers from her body. She sat on the side of the bed, rubbing her face to wake up and start her day. Still naked, Amber stood and pulled the covers neatly over the bed and arranged the pillows. She hummed to herself as she thought about her plans to make her husband a drooling, horny mess by the end of the day.

Amber turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up briefly before opening the door to get in. She paused a moment before entering the shower. Amber walked over to the bathroom vanity and opened a drawer. The drawer contained an assortment of dildos, vibrators, nipple clamps, butt plugs, and even handcuffs. Her favorite toy, a pink, pulsing vibrator, sat on top. She brought the toy into the shower and set it on a small shelf.

Amber squeezed the liquid body soap on her loofah sponge. She wrung the sponge. Amber watched as the soapy lather dripped between her breasts and drifted down her abdomen to between her legs. She squeezed the loofah again, filling it with the warm, slippery suds. Amber brushed it over her arms, shoulders, and chest. She ran the loofah over her breasts, avoiding her sensitive nipples with the rough sponge.

Amber saw the suds drip down her leg onto the shower floor, then hypnotically spiral around the drain, disappearing into the floor. After setting down the loofah, she finished bathing by running her hands over areas too sensitive for the sponge, including her nipples, pussy, and ass. When she was satisfied she was clean, she rinsed off and picked up her pink vibrator.

She has never orgasmed while standing up in the shower, but the warm water always felt good. Instead, she crouched into a squat. Opening her legs wide, she turned on the vibrator and found the spot on her clit. The device created a pulsing, sucking feeling that reminded her of Lyle’s tongue on her clit. At the low setting, her vibrator was barely audible. But, the water from the shower ensured the device sealed comfortably against her needy clit, enhancing the sucking sensation.

Amber left the door to the bathroom unlocked on purpose. She wanted Lyle to catch her satisfying her unmet, carnal need. Her breathing quickened as the vibrator pulsed on her clit. Her free hand rubbed the front of her neck as the warm water cascaded onto her back.

“Oh! Fuck, that feels good,” she called out. She had no reason to be quiet. Instead, she wanted Lyle to know what he missed by taking the work call.

Her free hand slid up to her face. She pressed her fingers between her lips and swirled her tongue around her fingertips like they were Lyle’s cock head.

“Oh Damn! I wish I had a cock to suck right now,” she announced to the empty bathroom. She turned up the vibrator. She could feel herself sweating from a combination of excitement and the temperature of the water beating upon her body. She shifted her weight briefly to get more comfortable.

“Lyle! Fuck! Oh my God!” Her voice grew stronger each time she called out, mimicking her growing arousal. Her focus was now entirely on the powerful pulsing between her legs and her thoughts of sucking on a nice thick cock.

She put her free hand on the ground for balance as she felt a warm wave rush through her body. At this point, she no longer cared if Lyle caught her in the shower or not. She couldn’t hold off any longer. “Uhhnn!” She cried out as her orgasm overtook her.

“Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” She gasped, trying to catch her breath as her entire body spasmed. Her legs closed around the vibrator, enhancing the sensations as her orgasm peaked. Instead of ending, another wave of heated arousal coursed through her body, and another orgasm approached.

“Oh, my Goooooooood!” Amber’s eyes shut tightly, and her second orgasm took over her body. This time, she dropped the vibrator onto the shower floor. Amber sat back with her legs bent in front of her. The warm water continued pouring down on her as she recovered. She wondered if she was too loud and overhead on the phone call.

She leaned over and cracked open the door “Fuck! You missed a perfect one today!” She shouted to Lyle. Where was he? What the hell is taking him so long? She stood up, intending to turn off the shower. The water was starting to cool off, and she thought she should save some warm water for Lyle’s shower. But then she changed her mind. She exited the shower while the remaining warm water poured from the showerhead into the drain. It’s his loss for not being here when it was hot.

Lyle finally made it back into the bathroom as the shower was still running. Amber was dressed in her leggings and sports top for the gym as she dried her hair. “Thanks for warming up the shower for me,” He said. Lyle stripped off his robe and opened the shower door. Instead of a warm, steam shower, he felt a sudden chill. Then, he put his hand into the shower spray. “Damn, that’s too cold!” He observed before continuing, “Think anyone will notice if I don’t shower before going to work?”

Amber put down the hairdryer. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize how long the water had been running. Forgive me,” Amber replied sweetly, then kissed her husband on the cheek. “Besides, I think it’s sexy that you’ll be wearing my scent all day at work while I get fit at the gym in my tight workout clothes. Maybe that will help you hurry home to me later?”

Lyle chuckled. “Well, I suppose that is one benefit of getting frozen out of my morning shower,” He replied.

Chapter 2

Amber sat back on the leg machine at the gym. With her feet overhead, she pressed against the weight platform. Amber both loved and hated this machine. She loved the workout it gave her legs and gluteus muscles, but she hated the way men leered at her when she was in this position. It reminded her of being on her back during sex. She was sure the men watching her finish her repetitions thought the same thing. So she completed her last press and let the weights bang together slightly at the end. She grabbed her weight key and wiped the machine with disinfectant.

Amber found it funny that so many men would kill for her attention, yet she never seemed to be able to get the attention of the one man she wanted, her husband, Lyle. She looked at herself in the mirror. She twisted so she could admire the results of her leg presses. I look great! Why can’t I ever seem to keep his attention? The thought depressed her, but only for a moment when she had another idea. She slipped her phone out from the small pocket on her tights and held it up with the camera facing the mirror. She took a few quick photos highlighting her ass, then sent her favorite one to Lyle with a message, “Do these tights match my top?”

She was delighted when Lyle texted her back a red heart and a fire emoji. It’s not much attention, but I’ll take it!

Then a second message came through, “You’re right. They don’t match. I think you should take your top off.”

Well, you little shit! “Maybe I should take my top off. I’m sure the guys here would love that!’ She replied cheekily. That should get his attention.

“OK, I dare you,” Lyle replied.

What? I couldn’t. Could I? Suddenly, she felt warm again, like when she was in the shower earlier this morning. Amber walked over to a quieter corner of the gym. She didn’t bother to look to see if someone was watching her. She was in a gym full of guys and dressed in skin-tight clothes. Of course someone was watching her. She felt her heart pound as she considered responding to his dare. She glanced around the room. It didn’t seem like anyone was watching her. Holding her phone in front of her, she raised one side of her top just long enough to take a quick photo of her bare right breast. She sent it to Lyle without comment as her cheeks flushed from the risk of exposure.

It was no surprise that Lyle did not respond quickly. Amber knew how busy he was at work. So she went about her workout. While on the overhead press, Amber’s phone beeped. A new text message had arrived. She finished her set. Then, she looked at the message from Lyle.

“Holy fuck!” read her message with several fire emojis following it. Amber was pleased with herself for eliciting such a response from her husband. A second message came through from Lyle.

“But you didn't exactly complete the dare, did you?”

Amber texted, “Yes, I did!”

Lyle’s reply read, “No. You still had your top on. That was just a flash.”

“Oh fuck you! It counts,” Amber typed and hit the send button. Amber could feel herself getting wet at the thought of her daring tit flash in the busy gym.

Another message came in, but Amber set down her phone instead of looking at it. She finished her strength workout and needed a few stretches. So she went over to the mat area and stretched with a few yoga poses. As she moved into downward dog, she was curious about Lyle’s unseen text. She opened her messages again.

“If you take your top off, I’ll take off the rest of the afternoon.”

“Really?” she texted back excitedly.

“Yes. I’m close to wrapping everything up anyways,” Lyle responded quickly this time.

Amber felt unsure but also excited at the thought of baring her breasts in the gym. Her top was tight. Taking it off would be easy, but putting it back on quickly would be impossible. She looked around the gym again. Why do I have to go to the most crowded gym in the world? She opened up the camera app, nervously looking at herself on the screen. Behind her, she could see others working out. Some were resting or talking. Her hands were shaking. She was nervous, but she was also incredibly turned on at the thought of all the attention.

But you like this gym. You don’t want to be kicked out. Amber’s voice of reason surfaced, and she put her phone back into the pocket of her tights. She walked over to the women’s locker room and pushed at the door to open it. Last chance! Oh, fuck it! Facing the half-open locker room door, she pulled off her top, grabbed her phone, and snapped a selfie. She rushed into the locker room before anyone had a chance to comment.

Once inside the locker room, she opened the photo. She was stunned. Her chest was slightly flush from her excitement. Her post-workout hair was somewhat limp, but her exposed breasts filled most of the frame. She knew her breasts were not as big as they appeared, but the selfie camera made them look huge.

She undressed and slipped into a shower stall, pulling the curtain closed. Now free from her tights, she scratched an itch on her inner thigh. Her fingertips lingered there before she rubbed them over her trimmed pussy. Touching herself felt good after taking her risky photo. She teased herself as she waited for the water to warm up. She wished she had her pocket vibrator for moments like this. Nonetheless, her legs quickly buckled as she worked her clit with her hands. She braced herself against the wall with her opposite hand.

Amber’s arousal grew. She moved her other hand to her nipple, rolling it between her thumb and index finger. She thought about all the people in the gym who could have seen her take her top off. That was reckless of me, but what a rush! She switched from circles to rapidly and firmly rubbing her hood against her clit. Her fingers were wet with her excitement as her arousal continued to climb. All those people! What did I do? Did anyone see me? She wanted to cry out, but she was not alone in the locker room. She bit her lip gently as her orgasm enveloped her in waves rushing through her body. She allowed the warm water to cascade over her body for a quick rinse as she recovered.

After toweling dry, Amber dressed and got into her car. Safe from prying eyes, Amber looked at her photos one more time. Did I do that? It would take one person to take offense, and I’d get kicked out of the gym. With the excitement of her arousal waning after her orgasm, a wave of regret struck Amber from risky behavior at the gym. Before starting her car to drive home, she tapped the screen and sent her topless photo to Lyle. After what I did, you better fucking be home when I get there, Lyle!

Chapter 3

Amber returned home to an empty house. She checked her phone, but still, no reply arrived from Lyle. So, she opened the tracking app and noticed that Lyle was still at work. The thoughts about teaching him a lesson about paying attention to her returned.

“Lyle, I won the dare. You are supposed to be home. Where are you?” She texted. There was no reply.

“Damn it!” Amber said as she threw her phone onto the bed that she had made earlier that morning. She paced around the room. I bet plenty of guys would like to see my tits! As she walked, she felt more and more rejected. Deep down, she knew Lyle was dedicated to his work. She loved him for that dedication, but she wanted him to be equally committed to her.

“Fuck it! If I want someone to look at my tits, I’ll fucking find someone who will appreciate them!” She said out loud as she retrieved her phone. She opened her favorite social media app and created a new, anonymous account, “LonelyHotWife384.” She hit the search bar and typed, “Boob photos.” Several posts appeared. She noted the forums the posts came from and sent her photo to a few.

Within moments, she got back a plethora of enthusiastic and supportive responses.

“Got any more?”

“Damn, those are the hottest titties I’ve seen!”

“You can work out with me anytime!”

Although she had no intention of responding to her admirers, she felt validated. She considered sending more photos, but she decided that it’s often best to leave men wanting a little bit. Perhaps that was the problem she had with Lyle. Maybe she had been giving him everything he wanted and left him satiated instead of hungry for more. Well, he’s going to be wanting me tonight!  

Amber slipped off her clothes and into lingerie that Lyle had bought her last Valentine’s Day. It wasn’t her style, so she hadn’t worn it, but it appealed to Lyle. She pulled back the bed covers, tossing the comforter onto the floor. Next, Amber walked into the bathroom. She applied makeup as fully as she knew how and paid particular attention to her lips and eyes. When she was satisfied, Amber opened her drawer of toys. Her pink vibrator was still in the shower, but she looked for something else. “Ah-ha!” she exclaimed when the purple c-shaped vibrator came into view.

She hustled back to the bed. After pressing a few buttons, she had the vibrator paired with her phone. She covered one side of the vibrator with lube and slid it inside her pussy. The other end rested on her clit. Once inside, the vibrator stayed in place, freeing Amber to do other things with her hands. She opened the app and copied a link. The link allowed others to control her vibrator.

Next, she opened the camera app again. She took several of the most lurid photos she had ever taken. Each image displayed the vibrator against her sex. Oh! These are naughty images. Let’s see if these get Lyle’s attention! After deciding on her most flattering poses, she texted the pictures and the vibrator control link to Lyle.

As she waited, she flipped through the comments on her topless photo. There were over one hundred comments now. While most of the responses were crude, she could not deny that her fresh panties were already damp. She longed to feel her vibrator turn on when Lyle read the message and saw her photos. But after a while, the vibrator remained inert while Amber’s desire was heating up.

Amber looked over the torrid photos she had taken. These are good enough to make any man’s dick hard! She sent one of the photos to the forums. She was not disappointed by her efforts as comments came in quickly.

“Holy Shit!”

“I’d hit that!”

“Message me!”

“More photos!”

Most comments came from men, but she was surprised to see a few remarks from interested women. She should have expected that but didn’t. A couple of her new fans responded by sending photos of their hard cocks to her privately. She looked through them, but most of them were unappealing close-up snapshots. So she decided to ignore the direct messages and post the link to her vibrator under her photos. If Lyle’s not getting me worked up, someone has to!

As soon as she sent the link, her internet-connected vibrator buzzed inside her. “Oh, that was quick, you horny boys and girls,” Amber typed in a reply. She set the phone aside and touched her breasts. These tits excite men! I am sexy and desirable. Like this morning, Amber hoped that Lyle would catch her being naughty.

Amber sent more photos of herself to the forum. Each time, her vibrator rewarded her with more intense buzzing. Then, feeling too heated from excitement, she stripped off the lingerie, leaving her bare on the bed. But that was not enough to cool her down. Tiny beads of perspiration formed on her breasts as her arousal grew each time the vibrating pattern changed. Her excitement soaked the sheets.

“Oh fuck! This toy is amazing!” She called out to no one in particular. She caressed her throat and breasts. She thought about Lyle, poor Lyle at work, as she got herself off with the attention from her photos.

“Oh my God!” She said as she gripped the sheets. The vibrator pattern changed rapidly and unpredictably as unknown men and women across the internet controlled her toy. Her toes curled, then her whole body spasmed as orgasm after orgasm rushed over her like waves on a beach. One orgasm was not quite finishing before another came crashing down on her.

Finally, the waves of pleasure turned to discomfort. Not painful, but merely overexcited and sensitive. She turned off the vibrator and removed it. Amber fell asleep on the bed, exhausted.

It was getting dark outside when Amber awoke to a figure entering the room. “Holy Fuck!” Lyle exclaimed when he saw his nude wife on the wet sheets. Amber smiled at her husband as he ripped off his shirt and pants. He looked at her with a hunger she had not seen in a while. When Lyle pulled off his boxers, his cock was already hard. Amber liked that.

“Oh, do you see something you want, Lyle?” Amber teased.

“Oh fuck yes, I do!” Lyle’s ravenous excitement pleased Amber.

“I see you have been a naughty wife while I’ve been at work,” Lyle said as he placed one knee on the bed and kissed her.

“And someone’s been a naughty husband ignoring my texts,” Amber replied.

“Oh, Shit!” Lyle cursed. “Did you do that dare?”

“Didn’t you get my texts?”

“No, I dropped my phone at work, and the screen busted into a million pieces. I was late getting home because I had to drop it off for repair.”

Amber retrieved her phone and opened her messages. “Here’s what you missed.”

Lyle looked at the photo she had sent him earlier in the day. If his jaw could reach the floor, it would have.

“I am so sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Lyle asked.

“For starters, you can show me how much you liked my photo, then maybe take me out to dinner.”

“What do you mean? I mean, I understand the dinner part.” Lyle replied, curious.

“I want you to look at the photo you missed and rub your cock for me.” Amber purred as she lay back on the bed.

“I’d rather have you,” Lyle said, reaching for her.

“We’ll see,” Amber avoided agreement. Lyle was not getting everything he wanted tonight. “Let me freshen up a bit first. You lay back on the bed after your HARD day at work.” She emphasized “hard” as she traced her finger along his shaft.

Amber slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. The door closed behind her. Lyle could hear the water running in the sink. Then he heard a drawer open and close. He stroked his cock to keep it erect for Amber. Lyle thought about being inside her soft, velvety pussy soon.

Amber opened the door and strolled to the bed with one hand mysteriously behind her back. Lyle noticed.

“What do you have there?” Lyle laughed.

“Close your eyes, and I’ll show you. Good. Now give me your right hand,” Amber instructed.

Lyle complied, excited at what she had in store. He felt cold steel around his right wrist, and he suddenly found his hand restrained to the headboard.

“Kinky!” Lyle exclaimed as he opened his eyes.

“I thought you might like it,” Amber caressed Lyle’s thighs and cock. She loved feeling how hard he got for her. She sat back at the bottom of the bed, out of Lyle’s reach, and said, “Go on.”

Lyle was confused, and he let out a nervous laugh. What do you mean by “Go on?”

“You were going to show me how much you liked my picture today. Or did you want to skip that and go straight to dinner instead?

“What? You mean jerk off to your picture?”

“Yes, that’s what I mean.” Amber stood again from the bed. “Go ahead while I watch.”

Lyle looked at his wife standing there and began stroking his cock, ignoring the photo on the screen. His rod stiffened quickly in his grasp as Amber’s gaze sent nervous tingles through his body.

“No. Look at my picture like it’s porn,” Amber insisted. “Each time you look at me instead of my photo, I will put on one article of clothing until I’m fully dressed.”

Lyle looked towards the screen as Amber walked over to the dresser. She bent over with her legs straight, trying to see if she could capture Lyle’s attention. But, of course, Lyle failed to keep his eyes on the screen.

“I caught you peeking,” She smiled and slipped a purple thong up her legs, covering her pussy from view.

“Damn! You’re serious,” Lyle exclaimed.

“As serious as I was doing your dare,” Amber replied.

“Fuck! This is hot, but I was hoping you’d let me have your pussy” Lyle pleaded, feeling self-conscious at performing this usually private act of self-pleasure under his wife’s watchful stare.

“Nope, You had your chance this morning. It’s off the table now. Besides, you’ve been looking at me too long again.” Amber reached into another drawer and pulled out her bra. She dangled it in front of Lyle’s eyes before dragging it across her phone. “I’m getting ready to go out for dinner, and you have a photo to worship.” Oh wow! Did I just tell my husband to worship my photo? Oh my! He’s doing it. God! This makes me want to jump him while he’s tied up like that. But, don’t you dare give in. You need to leave him hungry for more.

Lyle focused on Amber’s image. With his right hand locked to the headboard, masturbating with his left hand was awkward. Yet, the situation was undeniably arousing. Precum dripped from the tip and down the shaft. Lyle thought about coming home and catching his wife naked on the bed. His breathing became erratic. He glanced over at his wife, thinking maybe her could trick her into releasing his cuffed wrist.

“I see you are peeking again, Lyle,” Amber admonished, taking her purple blouse off the hanger.

“No, wait. Please. I mean, can you please take this handcuff off?” Lyle suddenly felt embarrassed by what he said next, “It’s just that I masturbate with my right hand, not my left.”

“Oh?” Amber’s curiosity peaked. “And how often would you say you masturbate when I’m not around?”

“Umm, I don’t know, a few times a month, maybe?”

“I don’t believe you,” Amber replied, knowing she had the upper hand here.

“OK. A few times a week,” Lyle replied, blushing.

“Oh, look at you all embarrassed. You look so cute like that. Don’t stop stroking,” Amber teased, noticing his hand was slowing. Instead, she sat on the bed, buttoning her blouse and watching Lyle intently. “Now worship my picture until you cum. Pump yourself quickly for me!”

Lyle’s turned his attention back to the photo on the phone. His embarrassment fueled his arousal, and he stroked himself faster. He began to moan, “Oh fuck! Amber, please.” Lyle begged, wanting to spare himself the humiliation of showing Amber how he stroked himself to porn when he was alone.

“Please, what? Touch you? Or please show more photos for you to view as you jerk off in front of your wife?”

Lyle was suddenly surprised he didn’t think to ask if there were more photos.”More photos?”

Amber opened the app where she posted the photos. Seeing the first photo of Ambers's vibrator buried in her pussy Lyle looked up at his wife and remarked, “Oh shit! That’s hot!”

“Oh, you’re looking at me again. You’re supposed to be looking at porn of your wife,” Amber realized that getting dressed gave her more power to resist sliding his hard cock into her wet pussy. So Amber went into the closet and returned wearing a skirt, almost fully dressed for dinner.

“Here, let me show you the comments on my photos. I want to hear you read the comments out loud as you cum. Or, you can stop stroking yourself, and we can leave for dinner right now.”

Lyle was too aroused to stop stroking now despite his humiliation. His wife fully dressed made him feel more vulnerable than he had ever felt. He felt degraded and shameful as he rubbed his rod in front of her, unable to stop himself.

Lyle attempted to read several comments. Each time, he could only read one or two words at a time. Now he was not only jerking off to photos of his wife but also to comments made by other men. He wondered, what sort of man jerks off to others seeing his wife? He almost came when he read a response by a woman, “Yas! Go, girl!” Amber noticed his eyes closing in arousal and commented, “You are so turned on, you can’t even read properly. Here, let me.”

As Amber read the comments about her body, Lyle rubbed his turgid rod faster and faster. He felt the shame of masturbating in front of his wife, the humiliation of other men and women commenting on his wife’s naked body, and his arousal empty his head of any other thoughts. “Oh Fuck! Oh, Amber!” Lyle called out as ropes of cum erupted over his body. Amber watched in amazed satisfaction as each contraction of his cock and balls made her husband a sticky mess.

Lyle lay still for a few moments. Amber broke the silence between them, “That is the sort of admiration a wife wants to see.” She laughed, then swirled a finger in the semen splattered on Lyle’s abdomen. She offered her finger to his lips and was surprised when he reflexively sucked it clean. She uttered, “Oh my! Did playing with yourself like that excite you? Maybe you should have been home sooner.”

“I am sorry,” Lyle said as he looked her in the eyes. He never forgot that his wife was beautiful, but he knew that he did fail to show her what she meant to him. “OK, I’m going to shower and clean up. Then I’m taking you out to dinner so everyone can see me with the amazing and beautiful wife that I am lucky to have.”

“You got that half right. We are going out to dinner to be seen together, but the reservations are in 20 minutes. You don’t have time to shower. Oh, and you missed out on a shower after going down on me this morning! “ Amber playfully slapped Lyle’s ass before continuing, “So, I guess you’ll be wearing both of us for dinner.”

Amber unlocked Lyle’s wrist and threw him a towel. “I’ll be downstairs picking out some killer shoes. You better tell me how good I look in them, or I might find someone who will.”

Dear Reader,

I hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I delighted in writing it. I love hearing from readers. If you loved this story, please leave a review. Otherwise, you may send me your feedback directly at qblueheart@protonmail.com

~Quinn Blueheart

About the Author

Quinn Blueheart is an author of romantically kinky stories focused on sex-positive relationships between loving individuals. He lives in the Midwest region of the USA with his wife and his dog.

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