Catherine gazed at me with a hint of disbelief in her eyes.
She seemed to be questioning whether a man could really get horny just from a regular video call.
I angled the camera of my phone towards my penis, offering her a thorough view without any blind spots.
"David! You are shameless!" Catherine blushed and covered her eyes, her voice tinged with a hint of bashfulness.
Damn, was this really the heir of a Fortune 500 company? Clearly, she was my sweet little wife! The contrast was driving me wild.
I turned the video back towards me, locking eyes with Catherine. "I showed you mine, now show me your pussy, honey."
"My gosh, you always take advantage of me. No more video calls next time."
"Come on, babe. Next time, I'll call you myself. Hurry up and show me, I can't hold back any longer."
Catherine couldn't resist my request, reluctantly aiming the camera at her pussy.
"Move the camera down a bit, I want a clearer view."
Following my instructions obediently, Catherine adjusted the camera, granting a close-up of her still-dry cunt.
"Baby, get yourself worked up and show me you're ready," I instructed further, my voice low and commanding.
Catherine first spread her legs slightly, her plump lips parting, her clit perched in the middle, the pink hue hinting at potential moistness.
Her hand trailed down from her pelvic bone, her lengthy middle finger brushing against her clit, sliding along her folds.
A surge of heat engulfed me, my manhood throbbing even more intensely.
It felt like all the blood in my body rushed southward, pooling in my lower abdomen and igniting an unbearable heat.
"Good girl, rub a bit harder," I commanded in a husky voice.
I yearned to teleport to Catherine's side, to personally pleasure her kitty, the thought of her softness hitting me deep in my core.
"Are you done?" Catherine inquired.
"Not yet. I can never get enough of seeing you like this."
Unconsciously, my fingers reached out towards the screen, as if her pussy was right before me, my touch mirroring hers.
As Catherine moaned, her fingers danced on the screen.
It felt so good, so satisfying.
And gradually, Catherine's pussy grew wet, a hint of arousal fluid trickling out, coating her fingers.
Listening closely, I could hear the slick, sticky sounds, almost like she was playing with a viscous substance right in front of me.
The sound was oddly satisfying and really chill to listen to.
In a sudden flashback, a scene from a porn flick Jessica had watched appeared in my mind. The female starlet, completely naked, sat on a desk with her legs spread wide in an "M" shape, her fingers teasing her kitty until arousal fluid emerged. What caught my attention was the way she tapped her kitty with her middle finger, the sound of liquid being tapped out as if it was craving action and voicing its demand. The connection between the fluid and her fingers was both provocative and exciting.
I wondered how Catherine would look in such a scenario.
Lost in thought, I started giving Catherine some guidance.
"Baby, tap your middle finger gently at your labia for me to see."
"Sure..." Catherine replied in a soft, husky voice, already rough from her moans, adding a comfortable edge to it.
Following my lead, she lightly tapped her finger at her kitty's entrance.
The sound echoed what I had heard in adult films.
Yet, there was a difference.
Catherine's arousal fluid seemed to have a sticky quality.
I pondered, shouldn't a woman's fluid be clear and tasteless, akin to water? Why did it feel sticky?
For a moment, my gaze was predatory, hungry for more.
But soon, it turned curious, like a child observing something new, tempted to explore further.
Caught off guard by my stare, Catherine shifted the video, shooting me a puzzled glance. "What's up with you? Why are you eyeing me like that?"
"Nothing, just curious about the sticky sound of your arousal fluid. It's different from the porn I've seen."
"Maybe it varies from person to person... Wait, did you say porn? You... you're a perv!"
"Who you calling a perv? Can't I appreciate intimacy in my free time?"
I was simply baffled.
Isn't watching some porn normal for a young guy like me?
Anyone in their twenties who hasn't indulged in it might be dealing with some intimacy issues.
Just like Ryan, he probably had never laid eyes on it or experienced anything intimate before getting married, so he couldn't last long in bed, even with foreplay.
"Nah, you were twisted for checking out other women naked."
Admittedly, that cracked me up.
How did seeing other women naked make me twisted?
"Seriously, Catherine? I'm booking you the next flight back so you can see for yourself if I'm twisted," I said, pulling out my iPad to open the ticket app.
Catherine quickly backed off, her tone softening.
"No, I... I was wrong, I take it back."
"So, how were you planning to make it right?" I folded my arms, giving her a pout, my whole demeanor turning spoiled.
Was this what it felt like to be indulged and cheeky? It felt awesome.
"Uh... how could I make it up to you then?"
I pondered and really couldn't think of how she could make amends.
After all, Catherine usually bent over backwards for me, showing me all I wanted and taking care of my every need.
She spoiled me so much that I wanted for little.
Catherine still stared at me, puzzled, waiting for an answer.