I have two pictures on my phone. My husband sent them to me about a year ago. He was working on an out-of-town project, and had to be away for most of the week. I've never shown them to anyone, because they're very special to me.

It was late at night and we had been on the phone with each other. I missed him terribly and he wanted to get back home as soon as he could. I explained to him in specific detail what I was planning to do with him as soon as he walked through the door. He, for his part, expressed his delight and excitement at my plans and assured me that he felt the same way. He also let me know that he was hard as a rock. I told him how much I'd love to have him with me right now, and he said he wanted that, too. After a little more pillow talk, we hung-up. He was very tired and needed sleep.

A little later, I was about to settle into bed and try to get to sleep when I heard a familiar chirp from my phone, announcing a new text messgage. Rolling over, I retreived my phone from the table and took a look. Two new mesages. Picture messages! From hubby!!! Grinning ear-to-ear, I pressed the buttons.

The first picture appeared and it took my breath away. There was the evidence of my husband's "condition". He was obviously laying on his bed, and the shot was looking down his naked body. There, in his hand, was his big, beautiful cock. Thick, long, and obviously hard as a rock. It was that beautiful bruise-like color they get when they're about to burst. God, it looked so good. He had it clutched in his hand at the base, pointing it up into the air, showing it off to me, so much more than another fat handfull extending out of his grasp. He knows how much I adore his cock and this was as perfect a portrait of my personal pleasure toy as I could imagine. I knew right then that this was a picture that I would never delete. But I had to wonder about the second picture. So, I pressed a couple of buttons and...

Another picture from the same angle. But now, his cock was laying back across his stomach, the head nestling into his navel and pointing straight at me. His cock was still fat and purple. But, it was now shiny and smeared with his cum. In fact, his cock was laying in a very large pool of cum, that he had obviously just sprayed all over himself.  There was a blob still leaking from the tip of his cock and I immediately wished I was there to lick him clean. Instead, I slipped my free hand between my legs and quickly rubbed myself to a fast, powerful orgasm, while flipping between these two amazing pictures. After, I slipped beneath the sheets and drifted-off to a very contented sleep.

I keep these pictures to myself. They're like little private treasures to me. I take them out when I'm all alone...