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I swiped. God help me, I answered.
Hannah’s face filled the screen, tired and pretty under the fluorescent light of the staff room, her hair in a clip. “Hi, you,” she said. “Can’t sleep either?”
“Hi, love.” I dragged the duvet up. My cock was still hard in my fist. “Just lying here.”
“Thought so. Quiet night. I’m bored.” She lowered her voice and her eyes got that glint. “Do you know what I want? Show me what you’re doing under there.”
“Han, I’m not…”
“You’re breathing funny. I know your breathing funny.” She was grinning. “Tom. Get it out for me. Talk to me. Five minutes before the porter comes.”
I should have said no. Instead I propped the phone against the lamp, the duvet fell back, and my wife watched me stroke myself on camera, telling me in a murmur what she’d do when she got home. My phone buzzed over and over, Jess’s texts piling up under the call, and Hannah said, “Who’s that?” and I said, “Spam,” and groaned.
Through the wall, very faintly, I heard Jess giggle.
I came with Hannah’s name in my mouth, shuddering, while she bit her lip and pressed her hand between her own thighs. “Good boy,” she said. “See you at eight.”
The call ended. My phone buzzed again. Jess: i can HEAR you. nice. and also, weird, and also i’m so turned on that i’m about to explode. love u both. night x
Ending 7 of 16: Break Time. Go back and try a different choice for the full happy ending.