Chapter 17

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

Chad

The days are long, and the nights are longer. Once the sun goes down, the temperature takes a drastic turn. While it's incredibly hot during the day, the sand absorbs the heat rapidly and the air becomes very cool. We go from sweating our balls off to needing warm clothes.

It's miserable.

It's not my first time being in this type of climate, but it's the first time I know there is something infinitely better waiting for me at home. I miss my wife, and I would give anything to be curled up next to her right now. We just got back to camp. I need a shower and some food, and if I'm lucky, I can rush through both and call Faith. It's been over a week since I've heard her voice.

Inside the tent, I make my way to my cot and can't stop my grin when I see the mail run today. It was supposed to be here two days ago, but there was a delay. Taking a seat, I eye the stack of letters and a box. I want to open it all at once, but I start with the letters. I check the postmark and open them in order.

"Mail day," Erik says, plopping down on his cot, and going through his stack. I tune him out. I tune everything out but Faith.

The first is a thicker envelope, so I carefully tear it open, assuming there's something inside. Once the seal is broken, I reach in and pull out two thin pieces of cardboard and an envelope. I check between the cardboard first, and my breath hitches at what I see.

Wedding photos.

My hands shake as I sift through the images she sent me. I miss her so fucking much. I hate being away from her. What I hate even more is that she doesn't know, not really. She doesn't know that she owns me. She doesn't know that when I tell her that I love her, it's more than just loving my friend. I love her in all the ways a husband should love his wife.

Probably more.

When I reach the last picture, my breath hitches. It's Faith all on her own, but there's a satisfied smile pulling at her lips. My eyes scan her features. She's looking off into the distance, and that's when I realize what or who she's looking at.

Me.

She's looking at me.

The smile on her face is full of love and happiness, and she's looking at me. My heart feels like it might be too big for my chest. It's the look that tells me this is more for her too. I'm not in this alone. This isn't temporary for either one of us. I have to force myself to set the pictures aside and open her first letter.

Chad,

I spent the entire day setting up my classroom. I have the seating chart made and my students' names in their places. By the time they're moving on to first grade, they will be able to read simple words and sentences. I have this giddy feeling that I can't seem to shake. They're going to learn all of that because of me. I get to help shape their little minds. It's a rush.

Anyway, I'm home now, and the house is quiet. Everything is unpacked, and I've ordered a few items online to make it feel more like home. A few picture frames, some pillows, and a throw blanket for the living room. I'm trying to make them more masculine so that when you get home, you won't feel like you're living in just my space. I want it to be ours.

Tomorrow is my first day with students, and I wish you were here. I'll be sure to write to you and tell you all about it.

I hope things are well with you, and you're staying safe. I miss you. I would give anything to have your arms wrapped around me in a hug right now.

Love,

Faith

I need to read the rest of her letters, but first, a shower. I have sand in places sand should never be, and I'm starving. I have just enough time to grab a shower and get to the mess hall tent before calling her. Tucking the letters away, mindful of the pictures, I place them in the trunk at the end of my cot, along with the box. I'm sure it's filled with goodies from home, and if I'm lucky, it will smell like her.

I miss her smell. I miss her touch. I just fucking miss her.

An hour later, I'm showered as best as I can be, considering our amenities. Anything is better than nothing at this point. My belly is full, and with my cell phone clutched in my hand, I'm headed toward my spot to get service to call her. I need to hear her voice.

As I'm walking to my hot spot, as I like to call it, I power my phone on. I keep it off to save the battery. There's no point in leaving it on if I don't get service, so that cuts down on how often I need to charge it. I'm probably ten steps away from where I usually stop when my phone pings, telling me I have new messages.

I scroll through the screen and see one from Ford. My mom and dad both sent messages, and my little sister too. Then I see the name I long to hear from. My Wife. I stop walking and open her messages. I freeze when images of her fill the small screen.

"Fuck me," I mutter as I lift the phone closer to my face to make sure my eyes aren't deceiving me. Sure enough, it's not a mirage caused by the desert heat. My wife has sent me pictures of her.

Naked pictures.

Not just naked but aroused. She's wet. I can see the evidence even in the dim lighting of the image of her glistening pussy. My cock is hard and straining against my pants. She's so damn sexy. The thought of her touching herself, thinking about me, it's almost more than I can take.

With a power I didn't know I possessed, I lift my eyes from the screen and scan the area. Nothing but desert. There is no shelter, but I'm up here all alone. I've told Erik about this spot, but he knows I'm up here, so he'll take his turn after. With my back facing camp, I unzip my pants and pull out my cock. It's hard and weeping for my wife. I stare at her pictures on the screen, flipping through them with one hand, while choking my cock with the other.

I need her.

I'm so desperate for relief that it doesn't matter if I get caught. The pictures don't do her justice, but it's as close as I can get to the real thing. Or is it? I quickly calculate the time difference. It's Friday night, and just after ten her time. It's a dick move calling this late, but I need her. She doesn't work tomorrow, so she can sleep in. I'm ready to hit Call but hit the option for Video Call instead. I hope that the reception is good enough for the connection to be clear.

"Chad?" she answers.

I watch the screen as she sits up. She's wearing one of my Army T-shirts. The image of her has my cock twitching in my palm. "Hey, baby." I smile at her.

She reaches over to turn on the lamp, and I can now clearly see her. Her hair is pulled up in a messy knot on top of her head, and her face is free of makeup. This moment reminds me of waking up with her in my arms for the first time as my wife. A moment I'll never forget, and I'm sure this one will be added to that list as well.

"Hi." Tears fill her eyes.

"Faith." I breathe her name. "I got your messages." Her face flushes. "I needed to see you."

"Yeah, it's good to see you too."

"You have no idea what you do to me. I'm standing beneath the desert sun with my cock in my hand, thinking of you."

"Are they okay?"

"Are they okay?" I huff out a laugh. "They're more than okay. They're unexpected and sexy, and my mouth is watering. Seeing your pussy glistening like that, I can almost taste you on my tongue."

"I wasn't sure. Hannah said that she sends pictures to Erik, and I know it's lonely, and since we're married, I mean, it's not like it's something you've never seen before."

"I only want to see you."

She's quiet for a few seconds, and I let the silence linger between us as I squeeze my cock at the base. "She said he sometimes sends them back—pictures, I mean. Of him, not of her," she rambles.

She's nervous, but she shouldn't be. Not with me. "Faith?"

"Yeah?"

"You're my wife. That gives you the right to ask me anything. Tell me what you want." I know what she wants, but I want to hear the words fall from her sweet lips.

"I'd like to have images of you too. I have wedding pictures, but… that's not the same."

"You want to see my cock, wife?"

She nods. "Only my husband's."

"Fuck." I curse under my breath. Panning the phone, I show her my cock fisted in my palm. "Like this?" I ask. I can't see the screen very well. There is a glare from the sun at this angle, but I hear her intake of breath.

"You—I wasn't sure if you were exaggerating."

"Never. You get my truth always. This is what your pictures did to me."

"Can I watch you?"

I huff out a laugh. "That's why I called you."

"But I want pictures too."

"Is my wife greedy? Does your pussy ache for me?"

"Please."

"Please, what?" I know what she wants. I want it just as badly, but I need to hear her ask for it. I don't know why, but not being there and hearing her tell me what she needs from me makes me feel as though I'm taking care of her. I always want to take care of her.

"Show me."

"Get naked." I move the phone back to a position where I can see her. She tosses off the covers and pulls my T-shirt over her head. She stands, placing her phone down on the bed. I can hear her moving as she strips out of her panties. When she picks the phone back up, she's lying on the bed. Her hair is splayed out over the pillow, and her eyes are filled with desire.

"There she is." I smile at her. "Baby, I'm close. It's not going to take much for me, so we need to get you there."

"Tell me what you want me to do."

"Pinch your nipple. Pretend like it's my teeth grazing the hard bud."

She does as I ask, a slight moan filling the air.

"Good girl," I praise. "I wish I could taste them. Fuck, Faith, my mouth is craving your soft skin beneath my tongue."

"Yes."

She's lost in the moment. "I need your fingers in your pussy, baby. I need you to pretend like they're my cock."

"Oh, God," she cries out as her hand slides over her belly.

"Move the phone."

"I can't see you."

"You first, wife. Always you first." She does as she's told and moves the phone. I watch as her thumb gently rolls over her clit. "How does it feel?" I ask her.

"Sensitive."

"Let me see." She moves the phone even lower, and without being told, slides her index finger through her wet pussy. I can see her arousal, but I can also hear it. My cock is leaking. I'm so turned on. I don't know how much more I can take. "Two fingers," I grit out. "It's me inside you, remember?" I tell her.

"Only you."

"That's right, wife. Only me. Faster." I watch the screen as she plunges two fingers in and out of her pussy. I squeeze my cock, trying to hold off. I want us to come together, but it's only fair she gets to watch me too.

"C—Chad," she moans.

"I'm here," I tell her. "I'm right fucking here, and I can see you, Faith. I see the way your hand is thrusting inside my pussy. I see the evidence of how wet you are with each glide of your fingers. I can fucking hear it."

"I—I'm going to come."

"Good girl. Come for me, my wife. Show me how much you miss me. I want your hand soaked, just like mine is about to be." That does it. She calls out my name, and her back arches off the bed. Her hand doesn't stop until she's ridden the full wave of the ecstasy rolling through her veins.

I'm desperate for relief. "Baby, I need to see you."

She groans but pulls the phone to her face. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are hooded, and she's the most beautiful fucking woman I've ever laid eyes on. "You with me?"

"Yeah. It's your turn, husband," she whispers.

"Holy fuck. Why is that so hot? You calling me your husband?" I pan the phone to my cock. "Can you see?" The desert sun is glaring down on me as I stroke myself.

"Every inch."

Jesus. I take the cum that's leaking to help my hand glide. I stroke from root to tip, squeezing, trying to mimic what it feels like when I'm at home inside her.

"I don't know what to say. How can I help you?"

"You're breathing."

"What?"

"All you have to do is breathe, baby. You're sexy as fuck and just gave me hours and hours of spank bank material. I just need to hear you breathe."

"Does it hurt?"

"Yes, but not how you're thinking."

"Tell me." There's a plea in her voice. She needs to hear me say it just as bad as I did.

I'm desperate for release, not conversation, but I'll never deny her anything. "It hurts that it's my hand and not your pussy. It hurts that I don't get to feel my fingertips glide over your smooth skin. It hurts that I'm standing here beneath this scorching sun when all I want to do is be wrapped around you in our bed. It hurts because I miss you so fucking much."

"I miss you too."

We're both quiet, so I close my eyes and get back to business. My cock is swollen and painful. I need this release.

"Does your hand feel like my pussy?" Her words are whispered, but she might as well have screamed them for the effect they have on me.

"No. Nothing feels as good as your hot, wet heat wrapped around me."

"My mouth. I think my mouth would be a good second."

"Jesus fuck, baby." I can feel the tingling in my spine. My balls tighten, and I stroke faster. Squeeze a little harder, chasing my release.

"I could come again just watching you."

Her words have their desired effect. I call out her name as I shoot off my release. I'm a mess. My hand, my shirt, hell, even the sand got a heavy dose of my desire for my wife. With no other options, I tear off my shirt and clean up. I know that I'm lucky I didn't get caught, so I quickly tuck myself back into my pants and zip up.

"I can't believe we just did that," she says. There is a smile and, if I'm not mistaken, a little bit of awe in her voice.

"You've created a monster," I tell her. Already thinking about when I can call her again.

"Chad?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I didn't get any pictures."

I toss my head back in laughter. "I'll make sure you get your picture. Right now, my cock is sated, but I promise you, I'll get them to you."

"You always keep your promises."

"Always," I say as she covers a yawn. She's tired, and I could sleep for a week after that. "I'll let you get to sleep."

"I don't want to hang up."

"I have some letters to read and a package to open before I hit the sheets myself. I have to report back at 0400."

"Okay." She's disappointed, and so am I, but this is the hand we were dealt, and we have to make the best of it. I think this phone call proved that we're good at that.

"Sweet dreams, my beautiful wife."

"I always dream of you."

"Me too, baby. I love you."

She smiles. "I love you too, my sexy husband."

I laugh at her reply. "I'll call again as soon as I can. I might not be able to call when I send pictures, but I promise you I'll send them."

"Thank you."

I shake my head. "Never thank me for doing right by you, Faith."

"But—we didn't have to do that."

"Yeah, baby, we did. We were missing each other, and it made us feel closer to each other. At least it did for me."

"Me too."

I nod. "See you soon."

"Please stay safe."

"Always."

I force myself to end the call. I have to, or else I'll stand here all night until my battery dies while I watch her sleep. I make my way back to the tent, and Erik looks up when I plop down on my cot. He sees my shirt in my hand and smirks. He grabs his phone and takes off. I have no doubt he and Hannah are about to have a similar experience. Being married and being away from my wife sucks, but I'll admit, it has its perks.