Chapter 23: Thursday, May 23, 2024

Will was engrossed in a multi-tab spreadsheet in which he was trying to reference cells from different pages in a rather complicated formula. The result he saw did not produce an error in Excel, but it seemed off and it was taking all his concentration to try and track down a possible logic problem. He meant to turn off his email and messenger clients but forgot and was interrupted with a chime.

“Hey, still throttling the chicken ever day?”

Will groaned and typed a short-and-sweet reply. “Yes.”

When he did not reply immediately she responded, “Like now?”

A longer pause, his concentration was shot so he offered a longer reply to Marci. “No. I am working in Excel and trying to debug a complex formula.”

“Oh, are you trying to calculate the volume of jiz you’ve shot in the past three weeks?”

“You just don’t give up, do you?” he typed.

“Nope. Feeling frisky and the hubby is out of town for a few days.”

Will leaned back and sighed, then reached for the keyboard and typed, “It’s National Mas-tur-ba-tion Month. You don’t need help.”

‘Party pooper,” was the immediate reply. A minute later his messenger chimed again. “Want to see my pussy?”

Before Will could respond the messenger window expanded and the text area moved to the side when Marci turned on her camera. It took a moment for the auto-focus and lighting to correct but when it did Will’s screen was filled with a larger-than-life image of the hairiest pussy he had ever seen. Marci’s fingers then entered the frame and she spread her lips with her index and middle finger, exposing a dark red vulva that was clearing very moist.

“How’s this for a throwback puss? Vintage is what my husband says.”

Marci laughed as she inserted her finger.

“C’mon, cat got your tongue?”

Will cleared his throat and said, “Vintage seems to be an accurate word.”

Marci laughed even more and increased her pace. Now that she had an audience she came quickly.

“Ahh, that did the trick. Thanks for watching. Now go pound one out so your streak stays alive.”

Her camera suddenly shut off and the messenger window closed.

Will look at his watch and realized it was almost noon. He pushed his chair back and grabbed his coffee mug before heading to the kitchen in search of lunch. While eating, he texted Eve.

“You’ll never guess what happened with Marci.”

Eve wrote back, “Given the contest, I can imagine a direction.”

“Will tell you tonight.”

The rest of the afternoon went quickly due to several back-to-back meetings. When Eve got home, Will had dinner ready and they enjoyed eating at their outdoor table by the pool. Will took the dirty dishes inside and came back out with his laptop. He set it in front of Eve.

“Here’s the gist of my call with Marci.”

He clicked a button and a screenshot of her hairiness popped up on screen.

“Oh, my,” gasped Eve. “Is that Marci?”

“Yep, she pinged me on messenger, then turned on her camera after she situated it under her desk. I grabbed a screenshot of the video.”

Eve stared at the screen.

“Did you show her your dick?”

“No, I was too shocked to really think straight. Other than a moment of clarity to grab this to show you.”

“Did you at least jack-off after getting the pic?”

“Actually, no, I was in the middle of work and when she disconnected the call I got right back to what needed to get done.”

“So we both need to cum today?”

“I do. I assume with your question you do, too.”

Eve pulled her pants and panties off, scooted to the edge of the chair, and spread her legs. He started to play with herself while alternating her gaze from the screen to Will.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked.

Will shucked out of his clothes and started by cupping his balls and then pulling on his dick.

While watching each other they both came. Before they could remove the rest of their clothes for a quick skinny dip in the pool, then heard Amanda call from the fence line.

“It looks the two of you have met the quota for another day in National Masturbation Month. Kristin and I are also up-to-date!”