I used to calm her down and cheer her up which meant that even my relationship suffered.We used to talk a lot and almost 24*7 (except the sleep time),...slowly we started having sex chats they were good and as we moved on she started being much more responsive. As days progressed just chatting was not enough and we started having sex on the phone. I loved to hear her moan while all the talk and this continued till the fall of 2010It was the December of 2010 when she finally decided to come home. Weather forecasts around here are about as reliable as the MUNI transit system, but the weekend outlook was promising- sunny and warm even out on the coastline. The clear sky above put a spring in my step and a tingle in my cajones. I knew that today would be the day I’d head over to Baker Beach and finally take care of this “itch” I’d had all week.When I came in the door, the dog ran up to me and I followed him down the hall. I was surprised to find the door to our bedroom was shut when the. ”Fro: “Yeah, been working a lot of overtime. Last night was the ninth shift in a row. “Wildone: “Oh you poor thing. I’ll bet you’re tired then. Why don’t you go to bed?”Fro: “I am, here in just a moment really. I was just logging off when I saw you getting online so I thought I’d at least say hello and talk with you a few minutes.”WIldone: “Well that’s sweet. Thank you. I was just going to check my messages myself, I need to run to the store to get something for dinner tonight.”Fro: “Big. Having just watched Angie get screwed, my dick was like a rock and I started to dig out my hidden Penthouse to jerk off to. As I was digging for it under my mattress, I suddenly thought bullshit. If Angie can get fucked by Jake, she can just as well spread her legs for me too. I don't know how long I gently rubbed my hard cock before building up the courage to head for her room. I snuck into her room and closed the door behind me. I could see in the dim light that she was sleeping and was.