“Where are you?” it said.

I smiled to myself and, rather than crossing the room, I sat at a low table, choosing a spot from which I could see her but it would be difficult for her to see me. There were about thirty or forty people seated around the room and one more person taking a seat didn’t attract her attention.

“On my way,” I typed.

A few seconds later there was another buzz. “Hurry up. I’m horny.”

I almost laughed out loud. Katherine had never been short on libido, and after a couple of glasses of wine… well, I knew what she had in mind for the evening. The bar was on the top floor of our hotel so we could be in our room within five minutes, but I figured I had some time to tease her.

“I don’t know. I’m tired,” I typed, “The conference went on and on.” I pressed send. The reply was almost instantaneous.

“The flight went on and on too,” Katherine replied, “But that’s no excuse.”

Katherine had flown in to join me at the end of the three day conference. Most delegates had just gone straight home, but I thought an extra couple of nights away would be fun, especially since the company was paying for my flight and the hotel room.

I didn’t even have a chance to respond before the next message arrived. “How long until you get here?” it said. Katherine really was in the mood.

“About 15 minutes,” I lied. I watched her throw her phone onto the table in exasperation and take another sip from her wine glass. Again, I almost laughed out loud.

“Might go straight to bed,” I sent with a smirk on my face. I looked up to see a waiter standing in front of me ready to take my order.

“Erm, can you do an Old Fashioned?” I asked him. Bzzz went my phone, dancing across the table.

“Si, signor,” the waiter replied. Bzzz went my phone again.

“NO!” said the first message.

“Me first. Then bed,” said the second.

“You’re that horny?” I typed.

“Yes,” was the almost instant reply.

“And you want me?”

“Yes!”

“To suck on your nipples?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Between your legs?”

“Yes!”

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Iris looked around the room again. Every head was turned towards them, staring at Selena. She looked back at her friend who seemed entirely unconcerned by the attention she was getting. If anything, she was sitting straighter than before, her chest pushed out a little.

Then, as if it had just occurred to her, she reached her hands behind her head. Her breasts lifted, looking even more perfect than before. She ran her fingers through her hair and pulled out the scrunchy that was keeping her bun in place. She dropped it onto the table and shook her hair free. It fell in thick, golden locks across her bare shoulders.

“You’re crazy, Selena,” Iris told her.

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who’s stripped to her underwear but still lost a contest,” she retorted.

“I really hate you right now,” Iris told her as she leant forwards and, reaching behind her, she unfastened her bra. She quickly pulled it off her arms and dropped it onto the rest of her clothes. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slid them down her legs, letting them fall around her feet. She kicked them to one side.

Selena grinned as she stared across at her friend. Iris’s breasts were even smaller than her own, but still beautiful with round, pink nipples. She watched as they rose and fell as Iris inhaled and exhaled.

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“Just lose the bra, then,” I typed, wondering what kind of cutting reply I’d get.

But instead of a cutting reply I watched, feeling the pressure growing in my trousers, as Katherine carefully glanced towards the bar to check the coast was clear before reaching behind her back and then, first with one arm and then the other, she pulled the bra straps down and out of her blouse sleeves and over her hands. I saw her bundle it into her bag, one arm crossed across her blouse all the time to hold it closed.

Then, she looked around again, and, turning towards the wall, she pushed the blouse half off each shoulder and took another picture.

My heart thumped in my chest as I waited for the picture to load. But there she was, her glorious, smooth breasts, golden brown and shining in the spotlights, and her flat, toned stomach asking to be kissed, and hinting at the pleasure that I would find below.

I stared at the picture, wondering what I had done to deserve my wife. It must have been something in a past life, because it certainly wasn’t anything I’d done in this one.

“Satisfied?” read the message.

“For now,” I typed.

“Well, hurry up,” Katherine wrote, “Or I’ll just have to finish myself off here.” She would be pretty turned on by now and, to be honest, I wouldn’t put it past her.

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