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Email from Sabine
This morning while Mariana was in the shower, I couldn't help but notice she'd left her iPad open. Her email account came right up. The most recent one was one from Sabine. I opened it.
Dearest Mariana
Yesterday was so fun. I'm attaching some of the photos. Dacq and I agreed they were super hot. It was such a good idea you had.
In the first one Dacq was so serious. Maybe he was just groggy from you sucking him off. But you were smiling so big, even if your mouth was full of his cum.
And then when I said to Dacq to smile, you frowned. And some of the cum leaked out. So funny and so hot!
And then I had a good idea. I said to Dacq, "Kiss her. Taste your cum in her mouth." I loved watching you guys kiss. The way your nipples puffed up with excitement made my nipples tingle. I almost forgot to take the picture. And the way you were handling his cock, milking him, making him hard again, that was incredible. I couldn't wait for him to fuck me after he'd been in your mouth. And soon enough he was fully hard, and soon enough he was fucking me, oh yes, fucking me so good and hard. Because he'd just come, he could go on and on. It was sensational. I had so many orgasms! My cunt is still tingling. But you were gone. I was so disappointed that you had to leave. Was it because of you know who? You'll have to train him better. Maybe I can help.
All my love and then some,
Your Sabine
I felt jealous. I felt hurt. On the other hand, Mariana had come back to me. And then I thought, maybe Mariana had left her iPad open on purpose. Maybe she wanted me to see. But why? So that I would feel hurt and jealous? Or just to see how I reacted?
I knew she'd soon be out of the shower. I contemplated letting her catch me reading her email. What would happen then? Would she be angry? Or nonchalant? I even contemplated sending an email in reply to Sabine, pretending to be Mariana. But what would I say? It was too much to think about. My brain was on overload. And there were the pictures. Mariana so sexy. Dacq... Well... On the so called "fishing trip" we'd said not a word to each other the whole time. Very briefly I wondered what he thought of me. For that matter, I wondered what I thought of him. And what Mariana thought of him. Did she prefer his cock to mine? Did she think his cum tasted better than mine? I was thinking too much. Way too much. Mariana was still in the shower. An image of her, water and soap streaming down her skin... without thinking I closed the iPad and hastened to my Mariana.
story and illustrations by Mat Twassel |
