When the text alert sounded Zack glanced up from the chopping board, wiping his hands on a tea towel, staining the white material with combined tomato and red pepper. He walked to the table and picked up his phone.

Mel: Hope you enjoyed today.

He nodded to himself. Texts from her were rare and usually meant she had some time to herself after the kids were in bed and her husband was either working late, in his office at home or watching tv.

Zack: I did. How was your meeting?

Lying in the bath Mel smiled. She knew he wasn’t really asking about her meeting.

Mel: More interesting with damp knickers and cum between my tits.

The message appeared on Zack’s screen and he smiled. He was interested in psychology and couldn’t always help reading between the lines of Mel’s infrequent text messages. And the omitted possessive noun spoke volumes to him, reminding them both that this was about sex and nothing more. The missing ‘your’ was a deliberate arms length and he was fine with that.

He couldn’t deny that their twice weekly encounters excited him and gave him pleasure, but his life and hers were very different and they wouldn’t combine to make a happy relationship.

Zack: Like you said, I bet none of the others there had that going on.

The bath water was hotter than usual and a bead of her perspiration ran from Mel’s neck down between her breasts, partially submerged under the water.

Mel: No, I don’t think so. And I don’t suppose any of them are fucking a stranger behind their husband’s back.

Her reference to him as a stranger made Zack pause. But, he reasoned, if that’s what helped her and kept their meetings going he was okay with it.

Zack: So what are you up to?

Mel’s fingers tapped the side of her phone as she considered her reply, a smile forming.

Mel: My tits in bath water.

The text didn’t immediately make sense to Zack but then he unknowingly joined her in her smile.

Zack: That’s a nice image.

He hit send, hoping his reply would illicit an advance from her - although he knew she wouldn’t have initiated the conversation if she didn’t want more.

His text alert sounded, a file appearing. He tapped on it and the photo downloaded, revealing a selfie showing Mel’s large breasts, her nipples just above the surface of the water. Below the photo a line of text read - do you wish you were sucking on these?

Zack: Yes I do. You have amazing tits.

Mel: You could put your cock between them. Lube them up with your pre cum.

Zack: Just before I slide it inside your tight, wet pussy.

Mel: Do you like how my pussy feels?

Zack: I do. I like how it feels when my cock slips inside you when you’re all warm and damp.

Mel: Mmm, just thinking about that makes me wet.

Reaching over Zack turned off the hob and walked to his living room, adjusting his hard on in his loose lounging trousers.

Zack: I like how you sound when I slide inside you.

Mel: How do I sound?

Zack: You usually let out a moan and

then you gasp.

Mel: That’s because your cock is hitting the right spot.

Zack: I like looking at your face when I’m inside you.

Mel: Why?

Zack: Because you’re pretty and you look like you’re getting lost in the moment.

Mel: I do like getting filled by a hard cock, especially when it hits my g-spot.

Zack: I like how your tits shake when I’m fucking you.

Mel: If you like them so much why do you like fucking me from behind?

Zack: Because it’s hot and dirty. And I like feeling your tits swing as I’m fucking you.

Mel: I like getting fucked from behind - on all fours or being bent over.

Zack: Which is better?

Mel: It depends on the moment. On all fours in bed is comfortable, but on the floor or being bent over usually means that it’s urgent and I’m being taken.

Zack rubbed his cock under his trousers, noting her omission of him. Was that to distance herself from any potential emotion? Or was she hinting that he wasn’t the only one who got to fuck her? Another affair? Or maybe she was actually still fucking her husband. But was it any of his business? He decided that it wasn’t.

Mel: Are you still there?

Zack: Yes, just getting comfortable.

Mel: ?

He smiled.

Zack: ?

Mel narrowed her eyes, looking at the clock at the top of her phone screen. She couldn’t spend too long in the bath, Glen might get suspicious. Plus if he came out of his home office he might hear her as she was fingering herself, and she fully intended to cum at least once during this conversation.

Mel: So you know that I’m naked in the bath. Where are you? What are you wearing?

There was no point in Zack trying to be too elaborate in his description - he was a bright guy but he was no author.

Zack: I’m on my couch. I’m wearing a T-shirt and a pair of lounge pants.

Mel: Boxers?

Zack: No.

Mel: Are you hard?

Zack: Of course.

Mel: Are you looking at the photo of my tits?

Zack: Of course.

She smiled.

Mel: Is your cock out?

Lifting himself off the couch, Zack lowered his trousers, his hard on flexing.

Zack: It is now.

Mel: Stroking?

Zack: Not yet.

Mel: Why?

Zack: Waiting for another photo.

Mel: Of what?

Zack: Your pussy.

Mel: I don’t feel like that would be very classy.

Zack: You could make it classy.

Mel stifled a chuckle with her hand, considering. Then she carefully lifted one leg over the side of the bath, water splashing on the floor as she positioned the phone between her thighs, experimenting with different shots; her fingers just above her lips, one finger either side, before settling on one with the tip of her middle finger just inside her pussy lips.

Mel: Will this make you stroke your cock?

Zack: Yep, that’ll do it. How about you? Are you touching yourself?

Mel: I am. I’m playing with my clit.

Zack: Can I hear you cum?

Mel: Not sure. Might be too risky.

Zack: That’s a shame. Listening to you orgasm makes me cum really hard.

Mel: Do you still have the other voice notes I sent you of me cumming?

Zack: Of course.

Mel: Do you listen back to them?

Zack: Of course.

Mel: While you’re wanking?

Zack: Yes. I re read our messages too.

Mel: I can’t do that. Too risky. I have disappearing massages set up.

Zack: I’ll have to make up for it when I see you later this week.

Mel: Yes, you will. Are you still interested in fucking outside?

Zack: Definitely. Where were you thinking?

Mel: There are some fields and woods not far from my house. We could go there. It’s quiet.

Zack: Have you been there before?

Mel: Once or twice.

Zack: And?

Mel: And what?

Zack: What did you do there?

From her bath tub, Mel could sense Zack’s arousal and she could picture him slowly stroking his erection. Her finger was deeper inside her, her palm rubbing slowly over her clit. Her eyes fluttered, but then a sound outside the door made her pause. Was it Glen? One of the kids woken up? Then the stairs creaked and she heard Glen going into the kitchen, the kettle clicking on. She resumed her movements, tiny ripples surrounding her wrist.

Mel: Just walked.

Zack: Nothing else?

Mel: Like what?

Zack: Like you weren’t wearing a long skirt, and after you’d checked around that no one was watching you didn’t slip off your knickers, lie in the long grass and finger yourself until you came?

Her eyes fluttered as she read his text and she drew her finger out and over her clit, conscious that if Glen came back upstairs he might be able to to hear the water splashing if she went to fast. Not that she wasn’t allowed to masturbate, but if he walked in and she was texting on her phone things could get awkward.

Mel: Maybe…And that was a good description. Have you ever thought of writing erotica?

Maybe I am an author, Zack thought.

He had opened his iPad on the arm of his couch and had tapped on Mel’s two latest photos, alternating his gaze between the picture of her tits and their conversation.

Zack: So you did that?

Mel: Not exactly that.

Zack: Tell me.

Mel sighed. She would prefer to have him text her so she could play with herself, but she also couldn’t deny that sharing with him was hot.

Mel: It was a nice day last spring - about this time of year actually.

Three dots appeared to indicate Zack was typing.

Zack: Slowly. With detail.

She smiled, suddenly more into it than she thought she would be.

Mel: I went for a walk in the middle of the day. It was a weekday so there was no one around.

Zack: What were you wearing?

Mel: Well, I’m sorry but it wasn’t a skirt like you said. It was a pair of yoga pants. A bit like the ones I was wearing today.

Zack: Did they hug your bum as well as the ones from today did?

She rolled her eyes.

Mel: I expect so.

Zack: What about on top?

She was about to chastise him for interrupting her, but she stopped, realising this was making her job easier, and answering his questions was turning her on even more. She circled her clit a little faster.

Mel: A matching vest top and a hoodie. It was a little chilly out of the sun.

Zack: So your nipples were hard?

Mel: Probably

She smiled.

Mel: But not just because it was cold.

Zack: So you went down there because you were horny?

Mel: No. I went for a walk. But then I started feeling horny when I was there.

Zack: What made you feel horny?

Mel: I don’t know. The sunshine? The smell of the countryside? Being alone?

Zack: Carry on.

She laughed, putting the back of her hand to her mouth, almost dropping her phone. She listened to hear if Glen had come back up the stairs, relaxing when she heard the dishwasher door close.

Mel: I started feeling horny, and I could feel my nipples were getting hard.

Zack: What underwear were you wearing?

Mel: A sports bra and matching thong I think.

Zack: Then what happened?

Mel: Well, I could feel my nipples were hard so I started touching them over my vest top.

Zack: Did that feel nice?

Mel: It did, but there was a lot of material so I couldn’t feel it as much as I would’ve like.

Zack: So what did you do?

She was getting into it now, enjoying how he was drawing her story out from her.

Mel: I checked that no one was around and I put my hand under my vest top.

Zack: Was that better?

Mel: A bit. But my sports bra is still quite thick.

Zack: So what did you do? Did you do that thing where you undo your bra under your top and pull it out?

Mel rolled her eyes again.

Mel: Duh! Sports bras don’t have a clasp like that. You pull them on over your head.

Zack chuckled at her reply, slowing the movement of his hand on his cock. He looked at the photo of Mel’s tits on the other screen.

Zack: I’m picturing you squeezing your big tits into a tight sports bra. So what did you do?

Mel: I checked again that no one was around, and then I took off my vest top and quickly took off my bra.

Zack: So you were topless in the field?

Mel: Very briefly. I put my top back on.

Zack: I bet your tits looked amazing in the sunshine.

Mel: Maybe you’ll get to find out on Thursday.

Zack: I hope so. Then what happened?

Mel: I walked across the field and into the woods and I found a secluded spot.

Zack: And…?

Suddenly, she felt embarrassed, telling her secret to someone she barely knew. She hadn’t even told her best friend this story, but the excitement felt nice, and her finger, circling her clit felt even nicer.

Mel: I went behind a tree and slipped my yoga pants down, put my hand inside my knickers and started playing with myself.

Zack: What was that like?

Mel: It was good.

Zack: Were you scared of getting caught?

Mel: A bit, but that made it exciting.

She wondered if that was sharing too much. But it was too late, her thumb was already pressing the send button. She stared at the screen.

Why did she think that was too personal? Zack had seen her naked, he’d fucked her, he’d licked her pussy, she’d been loud when she came. And she’d sucked his cock until he’d cum in her mouth. Her text was fine.

Zack: Were you standing up?

Mel: Leaning against the tree.

Zack: Were your nipples poking against your top?

Mel: I’d lifted it up so I could play with them.

Zack: While you were fingering yourself?

Mel: Yes. I was really wet so I put two fingers inside my pussy and fucked myself, and then I rubbed my clit.

Zack: I’d like to have seen that.

Mel: You’ve watched my play with myself.

Zack: I know, but I don’t think it would ever get old. Plus, the location matters too.

Mel: So are you picturing it? Me, with my tits out, my yoga pants and knickers around my knees, leaning against a tree, fingering myself?

Zack: You pulled your knickers down too?

She giggled, making the water around her breasts ripple.

Mel: Oh, did I forget to say that? Yes, it was too restrictive with my hand inside them so I pulled them down.

Zack: Were they wet?

Mel: If I remember correctly there was a damp spot on them. Are you wanking?

Zack: Of course I am. I have the photos you’ve sent me on a slideshow on my iPad and I’m picturing you playing with yourself in the woods.

There was a creak on the stairs and Mel froze, sliding her finger down and into her pussy.

‘We’re out of bread!’ Glen called from the bottom of the stairs. ‘I’m just going to the late shop.’

The dryness of her mouth made Mel’s reply a croak and she cleared her throat to answer before looking back at her screen, her finger returning to her clit.

Mel: Have I sent you that many photos?

Zack: Not really. Not enough, but they’re always good to look back at.

Mel: You like it when I look back at you.

Again Zack didn’t understand her text, but then laughed as he pictured her looking over her shoulder at him as he fucked her from behind.

Zack: That is always a sexy look. Keep going with your story.

Mel: It’s not a story. I’m actually sharing here.

Zack: Sorry. Please keep sharing.

Mel; Where was I? Oh yes, I was fingering myself in the woods.

Zack: With your tits out.

She rolled her eyes.

Mel: Yes, with my tits out. And I was playing with my nipples while I was rubbing my clit.

Zack: Did you cum?

Mel: Of course. I always cum when I masturbate.

Zack: Were you loud?

Mel: Not too loud. Couldn’t risk getting caught.

Zack: Were you moaning.

Mel: Panting.

Mel: Maybe a bit or moaning too.

Zack: Are you playing with yourself now?

Mel: Of course. Do you want to hear?

Zack: Definitely! I thought you said you had to be quiet.

Mel: He’s gone to the shop. I have about ten minutes.

She tapped the microphone on the message bar, placing her phone on the shelf next to the bath, freeing up her other hand to stroke and tease her nipples. Beneath the water, her hand moved rapidly, her fingers rubbing her clit.

She loved these moments; the feeling of uncertainty over what she was doing, opening herself in the most intimate way. In some ways, she felt this was more erotic, more intimate, more deceitful than actually fucking Zack - doing something so private and sending it to him.

She twitched as she felt the start of her orgasm, letting out a moan. She could imagine Zack in his living room - not that she’d ever seen it - stroking his hard cock, listening to her, looking at her photos. She let out another moan, her breathing coming deeper and more rapidly, panting as her climax built and she came, the waves of pleasure pulling moans from her.

As her breathing slowed, she reached for her phone, blinking at the screen as she stopped the recording, listened back to it, making sure it had picked her up. She felt embarrassed and then excited over how she sounded as she orgasmed, before tapping the send button.

Dropping her phone back on the shelf, Mel slid her finger back inside her vagina, closing her eyes, sliding down, the warm water surrounding her like the warmth of her post orgasm afterglow.

A few moments later, her text alert sounded.

Zack: That was fucking amazing!

Mel: Did it make you cum?

Zack: It did!

Mel: Did you make a mess? Ha ha

Zack: Ha ha, yes.

Mel: Maybe you can make a mess on me on Thursday.

Zack: Can’t wait.

Hearing the front door, Mel groaned. She should probably get out of the bath.

Mel: Gotta go. See you Thursday. Enjoy looking at my tits and hearing me cum again later if you like.