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Wanna Play? Part One Introductions
Unknown: Wanna play?
A text flashed across the screen of Kristin’s phone. It was after dinnertime and Kristin was at the kitchen counter checking an entertainment news site on her tablet. Her husband Graham was on the other side of the great room, watching sports. The back of the sofa created a wall between them, but she could see he was only paying attention to the television screen. Still she asked.
“Did you text me?”
Graham’s position didn’t change. She walked over leaned across the back of the sofa, and repeated her question.
“Did you text me?”
“I don’t even have my phone, but bring it to me; I can check the other scores.”
“Never mind.” Kristin deleted the text. “Must be a prank.”
Graham shrugged his shoulders and went back to watching his game. Kristin went back to her tablet, regretting deleting the text.
Kristin’s marriage had fallen into the seven-year slump and without any children, she was itching for something, anything to shake things up, even something as boring as answering a text from a wrong number. Not two minutes later—
Unknown: Wanna play?
This time she answered.
Kristin: Play what?
Unknown: A game.
Kristin: Do I know you?
Unknown: Yes or No?
Kristin: I’m good at games. What the hell.
Unknown: Of course you are.
Unknown: Are you alone?
Kristin: Sort of, my husband is here. Can he play?
Unknown: Not this round.
Unknown: How moist are you?
Moist? What the fuck kind of game is this? Kristin set the phone screen down on the counter. Her husband cheered in the other room, overshadowing the sound of the next text.
This was a sexting game. He wanted to talk dirty to her. The warmth between Kristin’s legs grew hotter, as blood rushed to her crotch and her clit began to swell.
Graham never texted her, she was sure he didn’t even have her number favorited in his phone.
A few texts couldn’t hurt; it could even spice up her sex life. Sex with Graham had become a mind-numbing rhythm of sameness. She’d grown accustomed to every fidget, every gasp and knew the moves that were coming next in the routine.
She turned the phone over to answer, and read the missed text on the screen. It correctly stated how Kristin’s body was reacting.
Unknown: Is your pink pussy thumping yet?
Unknown: Are you playing?
She typed quickly, her thumb paused a millisecond. She hit send and waited, pussy throbbing in anticipation for the response.
Kristin: How do I play?
Unknown: Tweak your nipples for me.
Kristin ran her hand across her chest over her clothes. Did she dare? She had an uncanny feeling the unknown texter would know one way or the other and she wanted to play along.
While watching her husband across the room, Kristin slid her hand into her tank top and under her bra. She wiggled her fingers down to the bottom and cupped her full breast. She smashed her nipple between two fingers and rocked it hard. Her breathing increased, her pussy pulsed for attention and as if he knew—
Unknown: Feels good, doesn’t it?
Kristin: Yes, what’s next?
Unknown: You should be able to feel it by now. Tell me.
Kristin: I’m wet and horny.
Unknown: Fuck that. Descriptions.
Unknown: Is your fuck tunnel dripping to be teased?
Kristin: Damn, what do you want? I’m new at this.
Unknown: I want your hand in your panties. Now!
Kristin hadn’t dared reach into her pants. Any call for timeout and Graham would be off the couch and in the kitchen grabbing a fresh beer. Still a fire had been lit inside her and she burned to keep the flames going.
She spread her legs a little wider on the barstool and rubbed on the outside of her clothes, soaking her panties and infusing her smell on her fingers.
Unknown: Do it.
She glanced in the other room; Graham sat still. She stared at the back of his head and inched her fingers into her yoga pants. One finger picked at the lining of her panties and dared to rub inside to her shaven pussy. Two fingers, three, and four followed and teased her straining clit. She rubbed up and down, avoiding too much attention to her G-spot.
Unknown: Silence, you must be playing.
Unknown: Convince me.
Kristin: I have three wet fingers in my pussy and it feels so good.
Unknown: You misunderstood my text, I’ll go first.
An image, a close-up of the head of a cock, dripping with pre-cum followed the text.
“What?” Kristin exclaimed ripping her hand out of her pants. Her unknown texter was a man and he sent a pic. She tapped on the photo and it enlarged to the whole screen. She could see the hair on his knuckle. In the blurry background she could make out his inner thigh and the bottom two buttons of his open shirt. But mostly she looked at the tempting drip of cum on the round cock head.
Unknown: Hello? Your turn.
The text came in a small strip across the top of the screen over the photo.
What does he mean my turn?
She peered at Graham. He was fixated on a team of sweaty men playing their game on a large screen while Kristin considered a game of her own with one man on the other side of the tiny screen of her phone. She tapped back, answering the message and walking to the bedroom.
Kristin: I can’t. I can’t play.
Unknown: Don’t do that.
Unknown: You can’t not play.
Unknown: Show me your beautiful wet pussy.
Kristin: No faces?
Unknown: Do you see a face in mine?
The text, a pic of his cock with the same shirt in the background. This shot was a side view, his hand grasped firmly on the shaft, stretching out his cock to the side.
Unknown: Make him happy.
Kristin: Give me a minute.
Kristin had made her decision to play. Down deep, she wanted something more than texting to happen with this.
She went in the bathroom, stepped out of her pants, and pulled her panties to the side. With one foot on the tub edge, she angled the phone and snapped. It was a little blurry, but she sent it anyway.
Unknown: Fuck no, you can do better.
Unknown: Stick a finger or two in there.
Kristin: You’re criticizing? Game on.
Kristin completely stripped down. She sat on the tub edge and spread her legs wide. Holding the phone with one hand, she explored her pussy with the other. Her own touch sent shivers of relief through her. She took the photo and sent it—fingers included.
Unknown: Now you’re having fun. Show me your ass.
Unknown: And your tits.
Kristin: No problem.
It turned out to be more of a problem than Kristin could ever have imagined. A good ass shot was a hard thing to capture. She first tried in the mirror, but she was too short to see it in the camera. She next tried holding the phone behind, and all she got was her lower back and a flat ass shot. She needed an angle to accentuate her fairly large, round ass. It took a few more tries, but she found if she held the phone low and took the shot looking up at her ass, it was the perfect angle.
She sent the caption along with the photo and started working on the tits shot. They were easy. She tucked one arm under her ample size D breasts, propped, squeezed, and snapped.
She was proud she’d managed to take all the pics without exposing her face or her wedding ring, nothing to identify her with. Of course she did show that mole on her left breast, but everyone has one of those.
She used for the caption of her tits shot and waited for her congratulations. Her challenger couldn’t take better shots than her; after all he only had one dick.
Kristin: Did I win?
Unknown: Win? The game hasn’t started.
Unknown: This was only the introductions.