Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Lila figured there was a reason she didnt often masturbate in the middle of the day. Obviously it was rare to find to time or the mood, and even rarer that the two might overlap. But eve more than that, it meant she had to take a break from work to shower again, the scent of her perspiration and arousal rather obviously sticking to her skin. At least this shower was more relaxing that her last one, as she indulged in further fantasies about Tom, and how they might make up from their fight. She imagined him coming home now, joining her in the shower, pushing her into the wall with his body against hers and his tongue filling her mouth. When was the last time they relished in Shower sex? Maybe thats where they should start this evening. Since she was already in the shower, she went ahead and fingered herself to a second orgasm. Whatever resentment or hurt she had felt last night transformed into need. A need to see her husband, to fuck away the anger and pain. She wrapped herself in a towel, and looked over her phone, happy to see a massage waiting for her. Without wasting a moment she opened it, eager to keep the pleasant interactions with Tom going for a bit longer. As I stated, Lila, your husband is a very lucky man. Tell me, how does he like to fuck you, how do you like it? Hard and fast, or slow and gentle? Personally, I prefer to take my time, to build anticipation and ratchet up the tension. Make a woman want it so bad that she can't even think straight, before I eventually give her what she's aware is coming, but never when. Foreplay, I believe it's called. All women enjoy foreplay, don't they Ms Ross? A picture, one of the pictures she had just sent Tom, accompanied it. One of her, mostly nude, legs spread wide, one hand on her breast and another on cupping her slit. Lila read the words, several times, processing them. It wasnt anything she was expecting, and for a moment, it didnt even seem real. She was still trying to figure out what it meant, when the nest text came in. PS Have you ever considered modelling? I'm certain I'm not the only stranger who'd love to jack off to the sight of you masturbating, though your husband may not be of the same view. You've ignored me twice, Lila. Do not make it thrice. She swallowed hard, fear sharpening her senses, and bringing her out of her pleasant fantasies. Fear, and disgust, that a man who was not he husband was looking at her, looking at the provocative and intimate photos she had taken for her husbands pleasure. The message was a threat, a twofold threat. To release the pictures to the public and to her husband. She knew which one scared her more. How did he get the picture? She sent it to Tom. Did he hack Toms phone? She wasnt well versed in hacking, but she was sure such a thing were possible. But the timing was too perfect. It wasnt even a full thirty minutes since she sent the picture. It didnt seem likely he had managed to hack her husbands phone just after she sent her husband a naughty photo, something she had never done before. No it was more likely that Toms unusual request hadnt come from Tom at all. This man had manipulated her into sending him nudes, while masquerading as Tom. Whatever he expected form reaching out to her, she wasnt sure, but she knew she didnt want more trouble with Tom so quickly after their fight last night. So she went through the blocked numbers on her phone, finding the one who sent her that first threatening yesterday. Who is this? What do you want? She knew the answer to the first question. At least she knew about as much as she expected him to tell her. It wasnt a coincidence that she received a predatory text the same day her husband started investigating a serial killer. He was the one Tom was looking for, and now he knew Tom was onto him. And whats worse, he seemed to have his newest target lined up. Her. Yet, for whatever reason, he was reaching out to her. Taunting her, letting her know she was in his sights, even as he was in her husbands. Perhaps because she already knew what he planned to do? She had several advantages over his last victims, with his methodology laid out before her, her own psychological insight into his madness, and a husband to watch her back. Was all that not enough challenge for him? Did his ego need stroking as well, taunting her all along while he tormented her? Well, she could play too. If he was feeling overconfident, he might slip up. Every text was further understanding, and chance to discover the man, and his identity, before she became victim number four.