Social Distancing

[dplover]

Social Distancing

“I think he is going crazy.” Social distancing makes college boring, no class, no sports, no visitors.

“He keeps texting me.”

“Who.” She gave him that look.

“Oh...him.”

“He's looking a pictures of girls on his phone.” She knew that tinge of jealousy was silly, but still...

“Look honey, he jacks off everyday...at least once, relax for god's sake.”

“Not everyday.” It was a knowing smile cast in his direction.

“What...he fucks you 2-3 times a month...he probably even jacks off before that.'”

“God men are so crude.” Her hand covered her lips as she starred at her phone.

“What.” He looked up from his book .

“He just sent me a picture of his dick...”

“Not all of us....I didn't send you a picture of mine” Thankfully she thought to herself.

“God it's beautiful.” Her mind focused.

If she closed her eyes she could taste it, remember the gift of his amazing girth. She had been innocent on her wedding night, she had still been innocent until her 30th birthday. Innocently she had been lost in martial bliss, the joy of a simple kiss, the pleasure of caring foreplay, the beauty of making love with her amazing husband.

For most girls the veil of innocence is never properly penetrated, her husband makes love to her. wife. There is no peaking out from behind the veil of innocence, the first time realization that you are being fucked, not made love to is startling.

She closed her eyes, first emails, then a phone call. Suddenly he was there and naked, foreplay consisted of him sliding her panties past her ankles. Not kissed, still half dressed, not as ready as she could have been, he did it. One shocking long firm motion, her veil of innocence was penetrated.. One quick breath and he was fucking her, not making love, fucking her. Something stirred, this was different, most girls are never fucked. But, when it happens, if it happens, every girl knows the difference.

Making love is nice, being fucked is different. He was in control or maybe his dick was in control, each stroke ended with thud, his breath on her neck, breasts pressed flat. Sometimes he supported his weight, other times he was heavy, moving just his bottom up and down, relentlessly.

Her eyes opened and focused on the screen, another message.

“O God...”

“What.” He looked up from this book again

“He just asked if I would like 8 inches of negative social distancing.”

Dplover

[SamWarrens]

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