Envy.

"look at what ur missing"

There is no message forthcoming; the delay continues and I begin feeling self-conscious about the whole thing. What if Aubrey's boss walked in and she's awkwardly trying to keep the phone off his mind? What if she's just fucking with me and sharing these pics with her horny, nosy co-workers? What if –

The phone vibrates again and I snatch it up with unseemly speed:

"you nasty girl. good thing i am 2"

There is a black box where the image should be and I tap on it. Nothing happens. I tap again and tilt my phone. I'm just about to give up when something loads briefly, then pauses with the loading icon. I shake my phone, knowing that gesture is mostly futile, but – lo and behold – it appears to work and a movie starts playing. The bottom of Aubrey's face is visible and a thick pen – no, marker – comes into frame, tracing around the girl's full, juicy lips. She's put on lip gloss for this and I find myself standing at full attention for what is about to happen. Her tongue peeks out of her mouth and licks round the marker a few times before it goes between her lips and she slurps on it, audibly. It actually looks pretty fucking hot and my pussy moistens, trailing the awakening of my pecker by a good long while. Aubrey slowly slurps on the marker for close to a minute before the video cuts out.

As I go back, I realize she's sent another message, another video. This one starts with a shot up her skirt as she's sitting in her chair. Her fat dick is rigid and lying on her thigh; her plump balls covering her pussy lips before she scoots forward to bring her ass off the chair and leans back, exposing her full package to the camera. The marker slowly works its way down, lifting her balls up to further expose her slit and below it, her winking rosebud. The hand guides the marker to her backdoor and presses it against the tight, resisting entrance, working it in circles to slowly get the tip in, at which point I hear Aubrey, "Ahhh yesssss..."

It is a slow process and the rest of the video shows her slowly pushing the marker a few inches up her ass. Her cock jerks upward at one point, standing straight for a brief moment before falling over to the other thigh as she gasps in pleasure. The video cuts out shortly thereafter, but there is yet another message waiting:

"this what u lookin 4?"

A cold sweat breaks out across my face. I do want it, but at the same time, I'm not prepared to step out on my marriage. I play it cool:

"show me more"

A few seconds later, she replies:

"ok but i might bust if i keep goin"

To help placate her, I grab my balls hard, letting the flesh squeeze between my fingers and snap a pic and send it off. A few minutes later she responds in kind:

"last one, gotta get back 2 work"

I tap the video and impatiently wait for it to load, flicking my dick back and forth to pass the time. When it opens, the angle has changed again, this time it is more a point-of-view shot, looking down on her cock, which is sticking straight out, while a hand works back and forth. She's moaning softly and steadily, and when her dick rolls to one side, beneath I can see that there are two markers now. One is pushed up to the cap in her ass, the other stretching her further and being pumped in and out slowly. A string of precum is trailing off her dick, presumably falling to the floor.

It's entirely too hot for me to watch idly so I grip my pecker again, jerking it hard and fast as Aubrey doubles-up on her butt. Everything about this turns me on: the raunchy forbidden nature, the feel of my little cock while wet with spit and precum, the tiny sting of my hand smacking my nuts as I stroke fast and hard, my stiff nipples rubbing against the rough fabric of my shirt. Everything.

I pick up my phone and position it for one last shot. My hand is a blur on my cock, jerking it firmly, a few drops of precum going sailing across the living room as the head wobbles madly. Doing my level best to keep my hand steady, I start recording and throw my head back, groaning loudly and pacing myself even more quickly than before. It isn't long before I pop, a thick load blowing into my palm as my toes curl and my teeth grind together in decadent release.

The phone still recording, I show off my hand, dripping with a vacuous splatter of semen. Then I flip it around and bring it whole mess to my hand, licking it desperately and blowing a kiss to the camera before stopping. With my clean hand, I fire the video off to Aubrey, then lie back. I let the sweat on my arm and forehead cool me as it dries and my lungs take in big mouthfuls of air. I've been at this for over an hour now and feel ready for a nap. But just as I pull my sweatpants up and close my eyes, the phone vibrates:

"damn girly. u need dick in your life lol. how about meets?"

Reading the message twice, I nearly panic at the prospect of being forced to decide. I set the phone down and stand up, then sit back down and pick the phone up to look at the message again. And I repeat the process. Several times, actually. I know myself, I know what's in my head, I don't want to do this, but I know I'm going to do it. In a vague way, I wonder what Aubrey will do to me and I take the phone in both hands... having forgotten that my right is a sticky mess.

Cursing myself for being silly, I stomp into the kitchen and quickly rinse my hand off, angrily scrubbing with dish soap before reaching over to the paper towel rack and yanking a piece off like a lotto ticket. Naturally it rips, but I make do with the quarter-piece and damp hands to return to the living room, stopping a few feet away from my phone. I'm looking at it like it is a piece of the forbidden fruit, grappling with myself for close to a minute before I ever so slowly extend one foot, then the other. The message is still displayed and I gingerly take it into my hands.

I'm going to do it. I'm really going to do this. My hands type furiously, quickly banging out a message before a sudden crash breaks me out of my trance. Lena and Leon come screaming into the living room, fresh off the school bus and diving on the couch to wrestle for control the remote. I can see so much of Thereza and Martel in them... it irritates me to no end, even though I know it is irrational to take it out on the children. But then Giselle cautiously peers around the corner, quiet and introverted and moody and temperamental, so much like me...

I know I've dodged a bullet today, a big one. The odds aren't on my side and I idly think of what it is like to be divorced, wondering if I could make a fresh start and a new life. But it is just an idle thought and I push it out of my head as I lift Giselle up and carry her to her room, comforting her with soft words as she clings to me for attention. And I to her.