I've been with my girlfriend, let's call her Sarah, for about five years now. We've always had a pretty adventurous sex life, but recently things have been getting a bit stale. So, we decided to spice things up by sharing some of our fantasies. One night, after a couple of glasses of wine, she confessed that she gets turned on by the idea of teasing me while talking dirty to someone else. I have to admit, the thought of it made my heart race, and I could tell it turned her on just talking about it.

Fast forward to last weekend. We were lying in bed after a lazy Sunday afternoon, scrolling through our phones. Sarah looked over at me with a devilish grin and said, “How about we make that fantasy a reality tonight?” I was game, a mix of nervous and excited. We set some ground rules to make sure we were both comfortable, then she took out her phone and started texting this guy she’d been talking to for a while.

I sat beside her, my anticipation building as I watched her fingers dance across her screen. I could feel myself getting hard just thinking about what she might be saying to him. Sarah was biting her lip, clearly enjoying herself, and then she looked over at me with those seductive eyes. She showed me her phone — she was sending him a flirty message, describing what she wanted to do to him, telling him how wet she was.

The jealousy mixed with desire hit me hard. I wanted to be the one she was describing. I slid my hand under her shirt, feeling her warm skin. She moaned softly but kept her focus on her phone, typing furiously. I started to kiss her neck, my hand moving down to her panties, finding them soaked. I teased her, slipping a finger inside, and she gasped, biting her lip even harder.

“Oh my god, he’s asking me for a picture,” she whispered, her breath hot on my ear. Without a second thought, I grabbed her phone and held it up, snapping a photo of her flushed face and those tantalizing lips. She laughed, a little surprised, but sent the picture anyway. Her boldness turned me on even more.

I couldn’t take it any longer. I pulled her panties off and positioned myself between her legs. Sarah kept texting him, telling him all about what I was doing to her, how she was imagining it was him instead of me. I thrust into her, hard, feeling her body shudder beneath me. She moaned loudly, still trying to type but her hands were shaking.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” she panted. “He’s asking if I’m touching myself. Should I tell him the truth?”

“Yes,” I growled, thrusting deeper, loving the idea of him getting off to her words while I was the one making her feel this good. She typed out her response, telling him she was fingering herself, that she wished he was there. Meanwhile, I was pounding into her, feeling the tension build.

I could feel her getting closer, and it was driving me wild. She suddenly dropped her phone and grabbed onto my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. “I can’t… I can’t focus,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come.”

“Do it,” I urged, fucking her harder, my own release building up. Her body tensed and then she cried out, shaking uncontrollably as she came around me. Her pussy clenched tightly, sending me over the edge. I came hard, filling her up, our moans mixing together in a symphony of pleasure.

Afterward, we lay there, panting and sweaty, her phone forgotten on the bed. I looked over at her, grinning. “So, how was that?”

She laughed, a bit breathless. “Better than I imagined. I think we might need to do that again sometime.”

And honestly, I couldn’t agree more.