Chapter 8: Climax
"Right so that would mean the reverse is true as well right? Him touching me can't be cheating can it?" Emily reasons , attempting to drive her point home.
Tim paused, considering her argument, before his face softened, and he sighed. "No Emily, I suppose it can't, in that context." Tim concedes.
"Then this clearly can't be cheating either" Emily says before showing tim another picture of her and Alex this time with Emily on all fours and Alex holding her hips while on his knees behind her doggy style.
Tim takes the phone and flips through it to find the picture in question. His eyes widen as he takes in the risqué scene before him.
"So if me touching Alex is not cheating and him touching me is not cheating and me touching his cock is still not cheating and him touching my pussy is not cheating... then him touching inside my pussy with his cock is not cheating right?" Emily explains happily as she holds up the phone displaying the image of her and Alex. The photo depicted Emily on all fours, her bare skin beaded with sweat and sand, as a man with striking, inked-filled arms tenderly grasped her hips from behind. The background was a stark contrast of ocean waves crashing in the distance, sun-worn sand, and empty beach chairs.
"Your right you did not cheat. I'm sorry I doubt you emily" tim says strained as cock hardens in his pants from the explicit sight.
"I just didn't want you to get the wrong idea with these photos, I thought it would be better for you to know. It was all part of an artistic concept. That's why I want to ask you a huge favor and want you to trust me on this." Emily says nervously while eyeing tim who was becoming more agitated with every passing second.
She could sense his awkwardness and conflict as the tension in his jaw grew tauter, every muscle rigid, his breath quickened and eyes dilated.