0 comments/ 6016 views/ 0 favorites The Phone Call By: crystal_eyes It's hard for me understand. I've got to get a grip on myself. I've got to figure it out. How can someone, so far away, a thousand miles or more, generate such feelings. And yet I felt the ache, the moisture, the swelling. It was a hot July night, humid, dark, without a moon. I had finished my bath and slipped on my favorite old t-shirt. I turned the light down to where it was just a faint glow. Expecting his call, I was sitting in my easy chair, one leg thrown over its arm, my head laid back, my eyes closed when the phone rang. The call started just like others. Where he was now. Where he would be next week. We talked about our business, and our mutual hobby, computers. We're both pack rats, always running out of space because we can't get rid of anything. Always moving files and programs from one area to another, always reorganizing. We spoke about a photo he had sent me of himself. But there seemed to be something else going on. Something I couldn't quite put my finger on, and then... “Julie. Would you do something for me? One little thing?" A pause. and before I could reply, "Would you touch your nipple while we talk?" I felt stunned, like I had been hit. Not by a fist or anything violent, more like a shock wave. Something was being pulled from me. Something I wasn't sure I wanted to let out. I don't know. I can't explain it. I could feel the heat in my face. My heart seem to beat harder or at least I became aware of its beat. Would I do it? Could I reply? "Ok." I don't know how long it took me to get that one word out. "And would you imagine that it is my hands cupping your breast, holding it up so that my lips brush the nipple like edge of a chalice." A fog seem to enter the room. A mystic fog. I was becoming encased in it. It was beginning to shut out the rest of the world. My hand trembled as it moved up my shirt to my breast. I squeezed, held myself tight for a minute, imagining it was his hand, his power that pressed against me. Then I moved to my nipple, already hard, first taking it between two fingers to sense and feel its response, and then beginning a soft stroking through the cloth. "Ok." What was happening to me? I could feel his lips on me, gently sucking, kissing. His teeth brushing my nipple. The heat of his mouth on my breast. My hand reached to the back of his head and pulled him to me. He was there and yet ...he wasn't. "Julie?" I couldn't answer. "Julie?" My mind pleaded, "No, please, no.." "Julie?" "Yes." "Now take your hand and touch your clit. Just touch it and feel me there." My lips parted as my tongue returned moisture to them. My fingers moved down across my mons, to the hood of my clitoris. My pelvis let me know of its presence as a dull ache began to rise. Fear caused my body to shiver. But fear of what? My fingers pressed against the hood and as they did my whole pussy moved. A velvety moisture began to seep between my labia, their swelling unable to keep it in. He couldn't see me but his presence caressed me. I could feel his hot breath between my legs as I pulled the lips gently out, massaging one against the other. How could I be doing this? I was losing control. I had to stop. "Ok." "Now feel me." "I do." Quiet...no words. I didn't know what to say. I had to stop and think about what was happening, why it was happening. No harm was there and yet it was ...dreamlike...it was frightening. "I've got to go now." I couldn't leave it at that. My words were a whisper. "But I'll tell you something. Tonight, when I go to sleep, I'll hold one breast and think of this phone call." My face was on fire. "And that it is my hand?" "Yes." "And that it is my cock next to you, hard, pressing against you?" "Julie?" "Julie?" "Yes...I will." "Good night Julie. I'll talk to you soon." "Good night. Sleep tight." I hung up the phone. My heart was pounding. My brain was swimming. My clit was ablaze with its demand. My breast felt the pain caused by my own unconscious squeezing, as my newly freed hand had fond its way beneath my shirt. I was covered with sweat. My legs were now spread even more as my other hand continued to slowly massage and stroke my pussy, sometimes stopping and just holding it in my hand, pressing against myself. The moisture first covered the labia and then the finger that gently moved up and down between them. My vagina wept its tears as it wished my fingers to its opening and then...inside. I could feel the ridges and their swollen sensitivity. I didn't have to go deep. Response was everywhere. I pressed my breast even harder as one finger began to move within me. What would he be doing now. Would he be watching TV, his feet propped up, having a drink or just brushing his teeth, getting ready for bed. Or would his hand be moving up and down his cock, feeling it get harder, imagining it was my hand or my lips stroking him? Could he feel the hair from my head brushing against his legs? Were my nipples between his lips? .Were my fingers sensing his swelling need, caressing his balls as the sacks softened in my hand? Would his eyes be closed as he tasted my juices? Would his cream burst out, covering his abdomen, my hand, my breast? The fog is everywhere as I realize I am entering a new space, a mystic space, a space of serene sensuality. What I seek will be mine. I can now take my time. There is no urgency. My fingers move slowly, carrying me deeper into my mind. The feeling in my vagina mixes carnal eroticism with pain and both with a sense of soft floating. I'm a passenger adrift within my pelvis, my pelvis afloat within my mind, feeling and experiencing from within. My brain has become a sexual organ. My vagina, clitoris, labia, fingers, breasts, all there, reaching for each other, coming together. My breathing is now deeper, my heart pounding through my breast. And yet...I could stay this way for ever. A rapture of sexuality has enveloped me. I allow the orgasms to begin. I can feel my fingers being pulled inside. My spasms erupt and then again, and again and again. My hands presses harder. Still more and then more. I swim in an ocean of sensuality, eroticism, lust. I am naked, and its waters bathe me. The haze lifts a little. I realize I'm still in my chair. I've got to get to bed. I've got a lot to think about. But not now. I seem to have lost control. I stumble and reach for the wall as I move to the bedroom. All because of a phone call. I lay between my sheets with a promise to keep. My hand cups and softly presses my breast. My eyes close. I sigh. Good night. Sleep tight. -- The Phone Call Hey baby. How are you today? Feeling naughty? "What?" I've been thinking of you all day. I've been thinking of the things I want to do to you. "John!!" Let me tell you babe. Let me make your panties wet with my words as I tell you what I want to do to you in slow sensual detail. Let me do the ALL talking as you do ALL the rubbing. "Hmmmmm, go on. then." Baby, I'm standing behind you now; licking your neck slowly and sensually. You can feel my finger tips gently caressing your shoulders; running up and down your arms. My hot breath blanketing your skin as I wrap my lips around your earlobe. I begin to suck softly. You can feel a tingle of pleasure run up through your body. As your body rests back against mine you can feel my hard toned torso pressing against you; touching your sexy curves. As I begin sucking harder on your earlobe my hands slide down your arms to rest on the curve of your ass. Mmmmm...you have a great ass baby! I begin palming your flesh up and down; increasing the sensuality. Feel my fingers moving all over your curvy butt. As I continue to nibble on your ear my hands slide up over your hips, under your arms to take your wonderful breasts in my hands. I squeeze them lightly. Lifting them; I press them together gently. As my tongue twirls over your shoulder my fingers start to tease your nipples. Stroking softly, grazing up and down, rubbing from side to side, pinching lightly. Hmmmmm...feel how erect they've become...just like my cock which you can feel resting against the small of you back right now. You there babe? "Hmmmm, don't stop!" You can feel the head of my dick throb against the small of your back as I flex it with my tight abdominal muscles. Slowly my tongue begins to move down your spine. Flicking its moisture off your skin; leaving no area uncovered. This sends a quiver through your body. As I fall to my knees my hands fall from your breasts; down over your naval and all the way down to your hips. You can feel my breath against your ass as I kneel behind you. My hands groping your thighs. As I stare at your hot rump my cock tenses against my hard flat stomach. Damn you have a hot ass. Let me lick it all over. Let me run my tongue all over it. Gripping your hips, I press my tongue against the small of your back. I begin to lick. Hmmmmmm. Up and down. Feel my moistness running all over you. Hmmmmm. Feel how wet its getting. Making you feel sooo sensual. Let me lick your asshole baby. Hmmmmm. Let me lick it. "Oh yeah baby do what you want, just don't stop. Mmmmm." As my fingers move around the front of your thighs my tongue begins to probe your asshole making you feel dirtier than you ever have before. I swirl it around and around causing you to arch back slightly over my shoulder. As my fingers move up your inner thighs your anus becomes blanketed in moistness. Mmmmmm, baby let me tongue fuck your ass. Let me do it. Let me treat you like the whore that you are. "Oh yeah, fuck me baby, fuck me." You can feel my fingers running through your silky trim fur now. Grooming you. All the time my tongue moving in and out as my face becomes buried in your ass. My chin grinding against you. My thumb finding your hard clit, presses down hard. My two middles fingers beginning to rub your lips. Up and down. My thumb flicking your clit. As my fingers press against your pussy lips they begin pulling them around in circular motions. "Mmmmmmmm, damn baby I'm getting wet, don't stop, fuck don't stop." You can feel my fingers press your lips and pulling them apart exposing your glistening pinkness. As I slide in my index finger; rolling it against your lips and pulling down on your clit my tongue circumnavigates your ass. Mmmm. I can feel your pussy walls hugging my finger as I curl it inside you. Your pussy is so tight. So fucking wet. How many fingers can I fuck you with baby? How many baby? One? Two? Three? Let me find out baby...I want to stretch your lips with my fingers. I need to make the space for this thick shaft. With my left hand I hold your pussy lips apart while rubbing hard on your clit. Pinching it delicatly. Meanwhile the fingers of my right hand begin to probe you. Four fingers working for space. Twisting and turning pushing hard against your swollen lips. Ohhhhhh, baby you don't know whether it feels good or bad. Mmmmm feel how slick your cunt is getting as I slide them in and out. Fighting against your creamy cum for space. Mmmmmm can you feel it baby? Can you feel it? Mmmmm finger that cunt. Imagine it. Make yourself feel good as I stroke my cock. As I stroke my shaft up and down. Imagine me tongue fucking your ass as I finger fuck your oh so sweet cunt. Mmmm your ass is so sweet pressing against my ass. Mmmmm baby feel it. Feel it baby. Mmmmm does it feel good? "Oh yes baby, oh yes, I'm cumming" As your creamy cum rolls out over my hand I take that as a signal. Removing my fingers from your juich slit your cum rolls down your thigh. I create a trail with your cum leading around your hip over the small of your back and down over your throbbing anus. Rubbing your cum over your ass I follow the trail of cum all the way back around to your snatch with my tongue. Turning you to face me. Mmmmmmm. Now I'm kneeling in-front of you, my hands rolling up and down your thighs. I'm staring at your pulsating lips, your throbbing clit, your inner pinkness, the dripping white cream and your finger rubbing yourself. Mmmmmm, let me tongue fuck your cunt baby, let me tongue fuck you hard. I want to grind my chin against your clit and slide my wet tongue deep inside you. I want you to feel my moistness devouring your pussy walls. I want to eat your cunt until there is no cum left. Mmmmmm baby, you taste so good...Mmmmmmmm, I can smell your sex in your trim bush. Feel my breath running throw your silky fur. Feel my playful tongue slide in and out of you. You bite your bottom lip and rub your sensitive nipples as I do. Mmmmmmm...you look like such a dirty slut. Gripping your ass I pull you back and forth over my tongue. Flicking my tongue off your clit curling it inside you to meet your engorged pussy wall. Faster baby...Mmmmmm, I cant get enough of your juices. Cum on my face baby, cum on my face. Let me feel your juices roll down my chest. Mmmmmm. Are you there baby? " Fuck, fuck, mmmmmm, oh yes, oh yes" Are you cumming baby? "Oh god yes baby, oh yes" To be continued... The Phone Call The night began unremarkably enough. I was at work at The Star, the newspaper where I'm a police reporter. I was pounding away at my keyboard on some mindless feature story when my phone rang. "Hello, Jeff. This is Beth," said the voice on the other end. Beth? Beth who? Do I know anyone named Beth? Then suddenly it dawned on me. Could it be Beth? Online Beth, the woman who had fueled so many of my recent fantasies? "Wow, Beth this is quite a surprise. But a good one. How's everything?" I manage to say. Am I smooth or what? Sheesh. "Everything will be a lot better if you leave work right now and meet me in Room 1123 at the Hilton. How soon can you be here?" My mind spun out of control. Beth and I had been chatting online for several weeks. And most of those chats got pretty hot and heavy. I was now going to experience the real deal. "I'm on my way now, baby. Don't move," I practically shouted into the phone. I grabbed my coat and sprinted for the elevator, yelling to my editor that I had a source who was giving me some good information for an upcoming weekend story. Editors love to hear that kind of stuff, so he just waved to me as the elevator door closed. My heart was pounding as I drove across town for the Hilton. I was finally going to meet Beth. She is petite, about 5-1, with the most gorgeous blue eyes I have ever seen. In a picture, anyway. Her brown hair falls to her shoulders and I have often dreamed of running my fingers through it and having her wrap it around my cock. Beth was my total fantasy. I finally arrived at the Hilton and flipped my keys to the parking lot attendant. I ran to the entrance and nearly fell down in my rush to get to the elevator. I couldn't wait to get this sexy angel into my arms. After what seemed like the longest elevator ride known to man, the doors opened and I scanned the hallway, looking for room 1123. Finally headed in the right direction, I found the door. I straightened my tie, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opens slowly and she appears. What a goddess. She is smiling and wearing nothing but a short, sheer black robe. We look into each other's eyes, neither of us moving. She finally moves to me and kisses me, standing on her toes to do so. There is nothing at all tentative about this kiss. It is hard on the lips and our mouths are open, tongues playing with each other. She pulls me into the room and slams the door while we manage to remain embraced. Our tongues entertwine about longer, until finally, Beth speaks. "I've wanted you since that first night we chatted online." And with that, she slowly opens her robe and lets it fall to the floor. The goddess of my dreams is naked before me. And what a sight she is. Her breasts are perfect, about a 34B which fit her petite frame exquisitely. She has a narrow waist, gently rounded hips and a small but trimmed patch of hair around her pussy. And she has a gleam in her blue eyes that seems quite familiar, because I can tell I have the same look. We are both aroused beyond belief. And I know from one of our earliest chats that she loves to be naked before her fully dressed lover. Which is also a huge turn on for me. I move closer to embrace her again and feel her against me, but she stops me and tells me there is something she'd like me to do first. Who am I to argue with a beautiful naked woman? She takes me by the hand and leads me to the table in the hotel suite. On the table, there is a basin of warm water, some shaving cream, a washcloth and a razor. She sits on the table, licks her lips and asks me to shave her pussy smooth. "What do you think, lover? Do you think you can help me with this?" she asks. Such a question. I reply by squirting shaving cream into my hand and rubbing it onto her mound. She shudders at first because the shaving cream is cold, but her smile tells me it feels so good. Her pussy is dripping, trailing juice down her thigh. I feel like I have a tree trunk in my pants, I'm so hard and turned on. I take the razor and remove what little hair is around Beth's pussy. I take short, gentle strokes, being careful not to nick her and also to watch her squirm and get even more turned on. Her pussy was already closely cropped, so it takes just a few minutes to shave her clean. I take the washcloth, soak it in the warm water and wipe away the excess shaving cream. Her naked pussy is a sight to behold. Her juices continue leaking down her legs when I pick her up from the table and carry her to the bed. Our tongues interlock again as I gently lay her down. I stand over her and watch her as she begins to finger herslef with one hand while pinching her nipples with the other. I can stand no more. I must have her. So I spread her legs and crawl between them and begin lapping at her delicious pussy. I move my tongue tantalizingly slow, up one side and down the other, before taking aim on her clit. I extend my tongue out as far as I can and begin to stab at her clit with my tongue, making her jump and writhe in ecstasy. I also massage her newly smooth skin, a movement that makes her tremble with every touch. She has the most delicious pussy I have ever tasted and I feel like I could feast on her for hours. I take her clit between my lips and flick my tongue back and forth against it. Her moans become louder and louder and she pushes my head even closer to her clit. I continue my tongue work and slowly insert one, then two fingers inside her. She is steaming and so warm, and oh so tight. The combination of my tongue and fingers finally becomes too much for her, and her body convulses and she shrieks with a shattering orgasm. I gently massage her thigh allowing her breathing to return to normal. My cock feels like it will rip through my Levis. Beth reads my mind and says "we gotta get you out of those nasty clothes." She pulls me down beside her and loosens my tie and then slowly unbuttons my shirt. She begins to kiss my chest teasing my nipples with her tongue, taking quick darting licks at my nipples. She knows how I love those from our previous chats. I shudder and hiss through my teeth as she unbuttons my Levis and pulls down the zipper. Her urgency is evident when she practically tears the jeans from my body, quickly followed by my silk boxers and finally, my socks. "Oh baby, that is the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. It's huge. I can't wait to taste it," she exclaims when my cock is finally freed. Now, I never thought of myself as being that big (about 7 1/2 inches long and 5 inches around) but again, who am I to argue? My cock feels like a battering ram, drooling precum from the tip. Beth begins to massage my balls with her fingers and licks her way around the shaft. She slowly, agonizingly, licks up the shaft until she reaches the head. She looks at me and smiles and licks the precum from the tip. All I can do is tilt my head back and moan. Her tongue is like velvet. She savors the taste of my precum and then wraps her lips around the head, and begins to suck. As she sucks, one of her hands massages my balls while the other strokes my cock. "Jeff, you're so big, I'm not sure how much of you I can take. But I will give it my best," she tells me. Her mouth moves up and down on my cock, and with each stroke down, she takes a bit more into her mouth. I begin to fill her mouth up with my cock and smile as I stroke her hair as she takes more of me, bit by bit. She begins to suck harder and faster and tells me she wants me to cum in her mouth. She can't quite take me all in, but I can feel the tip of my cock in the back of her throat. I moan something incomprehensible, the pleasure having turned me into a babbling idiot. She moves up and down my cock with increasing speed. My balls tighten and I erupt. Finally, gloriously, I am coming in my lover's mouth. I blast jet after jet after jet of cum into her mouth, both of us moaning, oblivious to everything except this moment. My orgasm finally subsides and Beth smiles, gulping down as much of my cum as she can. Some cum leaks out of the side of her mouth and she giggles, takes it on her finger and rubs it onto her left nipple. I collapse in a heap, spent and thankful for the phone call at work. To Be Continued... The Phone Call - Hello? Is Laura there please? - Speaking. Hi Dad Oh Hi. I didn't recognise your voice. Sounds all echoey - Well there's no furniture here yet, Jenny doesn't arrive for another 3 days with all the stuff. How are you? Fine. How's Cambridge? - Well, I'm glad to be out of halls, even if it is going to cost more. Bit strange being here alone though. I haven't even had time to put the curtains up yet Ha ha. You brazen hussy. You'll have all the perverts in Cambridge moving in opposite - Ha ha. Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind. Well actually I've already noticed the bloke opposite looking in. He thinks I can't see him in his upstairs room. Idiot. Kind of flattering in a way though... Flattering? How old is he? - How should I know? 40 maybe. Don't worry Dad he's harmless. Just nosey like all of us. So come on then, tell me about the house. What's your room like? - Well it's an old Georgian house converted to flats. My room is on the ground floor, Jenny's is in the back. It's comfortable enough. Though I could do with a new bed, this one is a bit lumpy. Please Daddy? Buy me a new bed? I'll be your best friend. Hee hee Is that all you have? Just a bed? - Well and that coffee table thing with the telephone on it. And what do you do in the evenings, apart from talk to me of course? - Well I slept through most of today, been very lazy. I haven't really got up properly yet God, typical student! 8:00 at night and you're still not up. Late night last night? - Could say that I...Oh there he is! Who? - My voyeur. I just saw his curtains twitch. Give him a wave - Ooh no, then he'd know I'd seen him. Wish I'd put some make up on and got dressed though, whatever will he think? WHAT? - Joking Dad Phew! - You don't really think I'd sit here with no make up on do you? But...you are dressed aren't you? - Hmm, kind of. That silk kaftan thing you bought me from Tokyo. and? - Well since you ask Father....panties. I'm only just out of the shower Aren't you cold? - Not at all, the heating's on. Anyway I've got my little white socks on to keep my feet warm Well I think you should put something on. That man - - Dad he's harmless. Anyway I'm sure he's seen everything by now anyway. I only noticed him 2 days ago. He's probably been watching all week I'll buy you some curtains - A bed first though eh? Dad really it's fine. It's not like he can see anything. Just my legs. Damn my hair feels like a bird's nest. Hang on let me just find my hairbrush. How did it get down there? Where? - Down the side of the bed....there got it. Woops What? - Nothing, the kaftan rode up a bit that's all. I hope he enjoyed the view ha ha. Ow blimey, these knots Is your hair long or short these days? - Quite long at the moment. God I don't believe it! What? - He's got binoculars. I just saw them catch the light Seriously love, maybe you should move into the other room for a while - It's OK. I'm only brushing my hair for god's sake. Not as if he can see anything. I mean if he enjoys watching a beautiful teenager brushing her long black hair wearing little more than a skimpy robe... hee hee You sound as if you enjoy teasing him or something... Laura? - Mmm? I said you sound - - I heard. But what if I did? Would you think badly of me? What do you mean? - Hmm. Can I tell you a bit of a secret? Promise you won't shout Uh-oh. Am I going to like this? - I don't know. Well, when I got in from the club this morning, about 5:00 ... No wonder you're tired - Yes. Well it was still quite dark...dawn was almost breaking and I... What? - I undressed in front of my window. God - I mean it was 5 in the morning, I'm sure there was nobody about, and even if there had been, it was probably too dark to see anything But...why would you do that? - I don't know, it just...felt naughty I suppose You always were a little show off. Remember that time you came in while we were playing bridge and lifted your skirt - Dad I was 9 years old, why do you always bring that up? Sorry.... So, were you hoping your voyeur would be up at 5:00? - Not really. I was a bit tipsy as well.... I saw my reflection in the window and I looked.. well, you know, hot Really? What were you wearing? Um...just out of interest you know - You don't want to know, trust me So what, you just stripped off? - Yes, but really slow. You know, not natural like when you just chuck your clothes anywhere. I imagined I was being watched, so I took off my top and walked around a bit pretending to be pre-occupied. And I had that short black leather skirt on - Ah yes, I know the one - Hmm. Anyway I made a big show of unzipping it and letting it fall to the ground so that I was in just my bra and knickers. Is this embarrassing you dad? Maybe I should shut up. Embarrassed? That my daughter parades in front of her window in just her underwear, now what on earth gave you that idea? - Hee hee. OK I'll stop. I just needed to tell someone, I've never done it before. But coming back to an empty house when there's not a soul about, it just seemed - well you know. Dad? Yes I'm here. - What are you thinking? Are you angry? To be honest love, since we're being honest. Well, it's kind of exciting. - I knew you'd say that. I just knew. - Hmm. Gone quiet Is he still there? - Oh yes he's there And he can see in you say? - Yep And you're what...sat on the edge of the bed? - Yep Facing the window? - Kind of on an angle And I suppose the kaftan is tied at the waist... - Yes You all right love, you seem a bit out of breath - Keep talking. What do you want me to do? Dare me So presumably if you were to lean forward...? - Yes? What would he see? - Oh he'd see everything. My big soft breasts, my hard nipples Are they hard then? - Let me check...uh huh How did you check? - I undid the robe a little more so that my breasts were exposed and then I grazed my finger across my nipples And he saw you do that? - He must have. You're masturbating aren't you? Um... - You're stroking your big cock while you expose your daughter to a stranger How does it feel, letting him see your breasts - Tingly Are your legs crossed or uncrossed? - Crossed Uncross them. Slowly. Then lean back a little as if you're looking for something behind you - Like this you mean? Did he like that? - I reckon. What can he see? - He can see up between my legs. Shit dad this is so hot And is he able to see all of your bed? I mean if you lie down - Like this? Yes he can see me What can he see? - He can see my face, my hand on the telephone, my exposed breasts. My nipples Lucky man - He can see my legs. What do you want me to do? Undo the belt, let the kaftan fall open - Like this you mean? So he can see my little white panties He'll like that - What if I ease them down a little? Shall I do that? If you want to - Oh Daddy, I do. Damn I'm such a slut... How far down are they? What can he see? - He can see my glistening wet cunt Does he like it? - He does. Shall I touch it? Yes - Like this? So that my finger slips into my hole? Yes - What would you like to do to me Daddy? I'd like to lick you. Probe your cunt with my tongue - Oh dad- what else? Slip my cock inside you, an inch at a time - You'd ...fuck your daughter? Yes - With my man watching? Yes - And would you...Ooooh...would you cum inside me? Yes - Cum now. With me Open your cunt...let him see you cum - Oooooooooooh dad. He's watching. I'm a bad girl. He's.........OOOOOOOOOH ................ Good night love -Good night. Daddy? Yes? - I love you. The Phone Call It was nearly 3 in the morning when the phone rang and brought me from a dead sleep. I fumbled in the dark to find the phone. "Hello?" I said with a dry throat. There was silence on the other end, so I waited just a few seconds. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard the sound of giggling young girls. "Hello?" I said again after clearing my throat. "We've been watching you and we think you are cute." A young voice on the other end of the line said. "Really?" I said, trying to play along. "Really." the voice said back. "We watched you mow your yard today and it really made us hot when you took off your shirt." "We?" I said. "That would be you and who else?" After more giggling the voice replied "Me and my girlfriend. We like to rub each others pussies while we watch you." "Where do you watch me from?" I asked. "From my bedroom window." The voice replied. I jumped from my bed and went to my window to look out. Staring back at me were the neighbor's 18-year-old daughter and her friend. Our second story bedroom windows were directly across from each other and only about 10 feet apart. I had on occasion caught glimpses of my young neighbor changing, but being on the phone with her while looking at her standing in the window in nothing but a sheer nightgown was extremely exciting. "You're breathing heavy." She said. "The two of you are beautiful." I replied. "We're also horny." She said as I watched her slide her hand up her leg and to her pussy. Her friend was nibbling her ear and rubbing her breasts while she talked to me. "MMMMMMMmmmmmmm." She moaned. "Do you wanna watch us play with each other?" "That would be nice." I replied. "But it's kind of hard to see from here. Why don't you come over and we can all watch each other up close." There was a pause, and more moaning, then I heard the phone disconnect. I watched as they embraced each other and began kissing. I assumed that my invitation was not what they had in mind, so I stood close to the window trying to see as much as possible. The neighbor girl’s hands were rubbing passionately up and down her friends back causing her night gown to ride up and show her firm milky white ass cheeks. Their kiss seemed to go on forever and was making my dick grow harder and harder by the second until finally it was throbbing and I had to touch it. I pulled my shorts to the side and my erect member popped out waiting for attention. I began to squeeze it and stroke it softly while I watched the two young girls make out. I was jacking my self off fast and hard when they quit kissing and turned to the window. They saw me masturbating, giggled and laughed, then closed the curtains. "Those fucking little teases!" I said out loud. They got me all hard and horny, and just left me. My disappointment went straight to my dick and in no time, it was hanging soft again. I pushed it back into my pants and went downstairs for a glass of water before I returned to bed. I retrieved some ice from the freezer and some tap water from the sink and started back up the stairs when the doorbell rang. I stopped in my tracks. "No way!" I thought. "If I go answer that door, there will be no one there and those two little teases will be hiding somewhere laughing." Then it rang again. I was sure that this was just part of their tease, but curiosity had the best of me and I had to find out for sure. When I opened the front door I expected to see nothing but the empty porch, but instead, there stood the neighbor girl and her friend. "Well....uh...hello." I said surprised. "Hi" Said the neighbor girl. "I'm Lisa from next door." Looking at her friend she continued "And this is my friend Cat." "Well....uh.....come on inside." I said, still finding it hard to believe they were really there. They stepped inside, and I closed the door with out once taking my eyes off of them. Lisa was a frail looking teen, not tall, but skinny and for the most part, pretty plain. Her hair was blonde and cut really short. Her eyes a bright shade of green with high cheek bones that made her look as though she was always smiling. Her shoulders were relaxed and the nightgown she was wearing was hanging off of one shoulder revealing the top of her breast, which seemed to be a small a-cup. Cat was just as plain, but with slightly longer, shoulder length red hair and milky white skin. Her nightgown was very sheer and revealed her much larger c-cup breasts and erect nipples. She was a few inches shorter than Lisa and seemed to still have most of her baby fat. Her nightgown fit tight and showed a good outline of her wide hips and thick legs. Even though somewhat plain, I was in awe at the site of two teenage girls standing in front of me in their nightgowns. My dick began to react immediately. "We've never done anything like this." Cat said. "It was my idea." said Lisa. "We just think you are cute and we get so horny when we watch you." It was unbelievable. The dialogue and the situation was right out of a 70's porno movie, but these girls were not 25 year olds in pigtails, they were real teenage girls and apparently very horny. "Well, we should go to my room and get a little more comfortable." I said. They both smiled shyly and followed me up the stairs to my bedroom where I offered them a seat on the bed. I stood in front of them and pushed my shorts down to my ankles and stepped out of them. Their eyes grew large as they took in the site of my rock hard dick protruding from between my legs. "You girls weren't this shy on the phone." I said. "Let me watch you undress each other." Lisa stood and Cat followed her lead. One at a time they helped each other pull the nightgowns up and over their heads until they both stood before me in nothing but their cotton panties. "Lisa. Why don't you help Cat with her underwear." I said. She bent at the waist and started to push Cat's panties over her ass. "Wait." I said. "Get down on your knees and kiss her stomach as you pull them down." "Yes, that's it." I said as I stroked my dick and watched her follow my orders exactly. "Lower." I said. "Kiss her between her legs. Use your tongue." Lisa did as I said and began kissing and tonguing Cat's pussy. Cat spread her legs farther apart to give her friend easier access. I jacked myself off and watched until I could see that Lisa was getting uncomfortable being on her knees with her neck arched so. "Cat." I said. "I think Lisa looks uncomfortable in those panties, why don't you two switch places for a moment." They did as I said once again and I continued my masturbation as I watched Cat passionately burry her face between her friend’s legs. After a few minutes I said, "Why don't you lay on the bed Lisa, and spread your legs really wide so Cat and I can lick you together." They both smiled and Lisa scooted her thin body onto the bed and spread her legs wide. Cat and I laid side by side, each of us with a hand on Lisa's small tits, and our tongues licking her pussy. Lisa moaned out loud, her body tensing and relaxing over and over from the oral pleasure. "Oh my god!" Lisa screamed as her back arched and she came to an intense orgasm. As Lisa relaxed, I pushed Cats hand to my dick and she began to squeeze it. "It's so hard." Cat said. "It's hard for you two." I replied. "It wants you to kiss it." Cat giggled and scooted down in the bed where she began to give my dick small wet kisses. "Oh Yes!." I said, "That's it. Now take it in your mouth and suck it." She did as I asked and proceeded to suck me like she was a pro. "Oh shit!" I said "That's it. Oh yes that feels good. Now put your pussy in my face while you suck me." She turned so that she was on top of me and her pussy was in my face while she sucked me and soon Lisa was lying beside me, the same direction as Cat and they were taking turns swallowing my cock. My face was covered with Cat's pussy juice as I pushed my tongue against her clit and grinded it back and forth, up and down. As she began to cum, she sat up and smothered my face while fucking my tongue. At the same time, I felt Lisa lower herself onto my cock and begin bucking her hips wildly. When Cats orgasm subsided, she fell to the bed next to me and I watched Lisa's face as she bucked her hips wildly back and forth. It wasn't long and that familiar urge to cum had filled my groin. I didn't want to cum inside her but I didn't want to stop her. It felt too good. I finally exploded inside her and as I did she began to scream out in pleasure. Just then, the sound of loud music filled my head and realized that my radio alarm clock was blaring at full volume. Lisa moved out of my way and I reached to turn it off. When I rolled back over onto my back, I was alone. The sun was shining through my window and it was 6 in the morning. My pubic hair was covered with my own cum as was the sheet that I was under. "Damn!" I said out loud. "It just a fucking dream." The Phone Call I wrote the following after a phone call to the man I love. I told him I wanted to try an experiment, to see how he’d feel. This is what I remember. He may remember it differently. I am in control and you are not allowed to do or say anything unless I instruct you to. You will be stripped, tied up spread eagle so your entire body is exposed to me and I can do whatever I need to do for you to realize you are in my control. I could hear him moan as I tied him there. I also saw his erection start to rise. I wanted to touch it but knew if I did he would enjoy it too much so I told him he would not be touched where he wanted me to touch him the most. I could hear him moan as he begged me to touch him there. I said NO! You talked without permission you must be punished now. I spanked his ass hard and I felt his body react. I felt the power and loved it and smacked him once again. He winced as if in pain but I knew he enjoyed it too. I also knew he wanted more but I wouldn't let him have that pleasure now. I wanted him to know he was only my pet. I put a blindfold on him and licked around his lips. I felt the intake of his breath and I forced his mouth to open as I inserted my tongue. I could feel his body tighten with anticipation of pleasure. I heard his moan come from deep within. I knew he loved that I was in control. I kissed his lips and bit them to hear his reaction to the pain. I moved around his face with my tongue. I kissed his cheeks, his chin and nipped his ears a bit. He was breathing heavily and his heart was racing with my touch. I slowly brought my tongue down along his chest and licked around his nipples. They were erect as well and I could feel him tremble. I sucked on his nipples and then nipped with my teeth. His body tensed again, and I reveled in his pain. I knew he loved it and wanted more. I slowly moved my tongue down his body to his navel and encircled it with my tongue. His breathing became erratic and he moaned again. I told him I knew he wanted me to touch his manhood and that I loved to see it drip. He took a sharp breath and moaned. I almost wished he had asked me to suckle him. It would have given me a reason to smack his ass again. I knew he wanted me to touch his swelling manhood, as I wanted to taste that drip. I forced myself to ignore it. I was not going to touch his cock. I licked around the base of his cock and sucked on his balls. I moved my tongue up and down his inner thighs and behind his inner knee. His body was quivering with each touch. His cock was now dripping. I could not stand it going to waste. I wanted to taste his sweet juices and suckle for a while. But, I didn't want to give into to it and give him that pleasure so I stopped. I kept finding myself looking at his erection and wanting to take a taste. I could stand it no longer. I lightly touched it with my tongue. His moan was overpowering and found myself giving in and tasting the wonderful juices and suckling him. I finally had to force myself to leave it alone as I listened to his moans. I wanted him to suffer for enjoying it so much. I said NO! my pet you are enjoying this too much. I reached up and took his nipples in my fingers and gave them a twist. I felt his body tremble with pleasure as he moaned. His whole body was reacting as I wanted it to. I asked him if he wanted me and he said yes. I said, NO! You can not want me. For this you must be punished my pet. I smacked him on his ass and told him not to speak again. You are only my pet and will do as I say. This is for my enjoyment, you are only here for me to play. You may say Yes, Mistress but no other words but those. He said Yes, Mistress and once again I asked. Do you want to feel me touch your cock, once again, he whispered yes. I smacked his ass again, for not saying Yes, Mistress, and reminded him he was my pet. I asked him once again if he wanted me to touch his cock. He said Yes, Mistress as he moaned. My willpower and heart were lost. I so wanted to give him what he wanted. I wanted that cock in my mouth and I knew that I could not resist much longer. I touched the end with my tongue and heard the sharp intake of his breath and I knew he wanted more. I wanted to give in to his unspoken request. I wanted to stroke his wondrous cock with my mouth. I first took in his hard shining knob and used my tongue to tickle and to tease. I slid my mouth down to stroke that heavenly cock, and then I stopped. I could hear his pleasure, but I didn't want him to enjoy it quite so much, not yet. I wanted him to keep his erection and be in agony knowing I was finished with it now and would not go on. I asked him if he found pleasure in my touch. His only breathless words were, Yes, Mistress. I smacked his ass again, he wasn’t supposed to enjoy it quite so much. I could see his dripping cock and I was wet as well. I wanted to feel the pleasure of his cock within me, but I knew to give in too soon would be the end of us both. I got back down before him and took his cock within my mouth and gave it a couple strokes. Then I told him that I was going to untie him and took him to my bed. I retied him spread eagle and put my pussy by his mouth. I told him to eat me and satisfy his mistress. He licked and sucked with relish, as I knew he would. I could feel my passion swelling and slowly went down on him. He licked and suckled my clit as I licked and suckled his cock. I could feel him start to swell but I didn't want him to cum. I untied his hands and told him to suckle at my breast. He licked and tantalized, and nipped it a time or two. I was enjoying it immensely, and knew I’d be cumming soon. I pulled my breasts away from him as I slowly lowered upon his cock. I knew soon Id be exploding and knew he could feel it too. I could feel I was tightening around him but I didn't want him to cum. I slowly got up as his cock slid out. I hated the void I felt. I knew it couldn't be helped. I took his cock in my mouth, to taste my wondrous juices from deep within. I knew he could blow at any time but needed to enjoy my sweet taste on him. He moaned and I put my pussy in his face. He cleaned me with his tongue and then I cleaned his face. I untied his feet and told him to take me as he willed. I no longer wanted control. I wanted to feel his power when he took me. I told him I was no longer his mistress but his lover lying there. He kissed me and gave me ecstasy and made every part of my body shake. I started begging him to take me, but he wouldn't give me that pleasure. He made me wait as I had done to him. He used his tongue all over me to tantalize and tease. Just when I thought I would scream he finally took me with ease and force. I cried out with an instant orgasm and it wasn't long for him. We continued with our pace. I knew in a moment, I’d cum again. We were locked together in total abandon of our senses. He was lying on my breast and I could still feel him inside me as I lay there spent. We were both breathless and unable to speak. I kissed his hair and smiled as I lay beneath him and sighed as wondrous little aftershocks let me know how alive I was. I put my arms around him, totally content in his love. It took a while for him to come back. He’d entered another realm. He’d gotten totally into my voice and let me take him where I willed. Now he realized, he was laying on the floor. His erection was now spent and total exhaustion was what he felt. It took a while for either of us to be able to talk again. Once we’d calmed down a bit and our bodies were back to normal, I heard him say, I never dreamt in my wildest dreams it could be that way. My voice had made him orgasm without a touch at all. Angel Larkin Copyright 10/26/02 The Phone Call What a strange and wonderful day this has turned out to be. It started out like any other workday… fighting the morning traffic, having the usual BS session at the office before beginning the day’s tasks. When my secretary had said halfway through the day, “Mr. Bryson, your wife’s on the phone.” I had no inkling of what lay ahead. “When are you coming home?” you breathily asked me. “Hon, I‘ve got several more hours worth of work here to do,” I said with a laugh. “What do you need?” “MMmmmm, I need YOU!” She had my attention now. It’s not every day that a sexy 24 year old says she wants you in a way that lets you know she “WANTS” you. I decided to have a little innocent fun at her expense. “Dear, I’m sure you realize that I can’t just drop everything to come satisfy every sexual whim that pops into your head. Why don‘t you read a book or catch a matinee at the theater until I can get home?” “I can’t wait that long,” she said with a whine. “I need you NOW! I’m so hot, I’m dripping!” And with that statement, I could hear her move the phone. Then a heard a slight rubbing sound along with a definite “squishy” noise. She was masturbating with the hand-set of the phone! Now it was going to be difficult for me to walk out of the office without everyone knowing my state of mind. “OK, love, I’ll try to get done as fast as I can, but I can’t just walk out of the office.” I was running different excuses through my mind that I might use on the boss, but he’s pretty sharp. He’s heard them all. Then again, I couldn’t just walk into his office and say, “Boss, I’ve got a horny wife at home that needs a good fucking. See you tomorrow!” Nope, that wouldn’t fly. “Listen, honey, I’m going to bust my butt getting through all this in record time. You just keep yourself primed and ready for me. I’m not going to call when I leave, I’ll surprise you when I walk through the door. Just be ready for me.” I was still trying to figure out how to get out of work early. “OK, baby,” she said. “I’ll be here waiting for you to come home, but don’t hold me responsible if the UPS guy is leaving when you get here. I just don’t know how long I can last without a hard cock pounding my hot, wet, tight little pussy.” She sighed… I moaned. She wasn’t making this easy. “Just hold on, baby. I’ll be there as fast as I can.” “Alright,” she sobbed out. “I’m gonna try.” As I hung up it occurred to me what a fortunate man I was to have a wife who wanted me every day of the week. And wanted to make love every night of the week. And wanted to explore different areas of her sexuality. I was starting to sweat imagining my wife at home, waiting. My daydream was interrupted by the big boss who knocked on my door. “Bryson, I want you to meet the company’s new intern. I’m going to give him to you to train and break in. I know you’re the man for the job.” I groaned inwardly as I looked at this young, fresh faced kid who I was supposed to teach the ways of the world. Then I had a marvelous thought and plan. “Paul Bryson, here,” I said, reaching for his hand. “Bobby… uhhhh… Bob Marshall,” he said shaking my hand. “Bob, what I’m going to have you do for the next couple of days is to let you familiarize yourself with our filing system. I am working on a project and I need you to pull these files and put them on my desk.” I handed him a list of project files I had been working on. “I’ve got to go do some research that’s going to take me the rest of the day. You’re a godsend… I wasn’t sure how I was going to do it all until you showed up.” I grinned at Bob and said, “I’ll introduce you around before I go, and then I’ll see you here, bright and early in the morning.” The grin was genuine. Unwittingly, the boss had given me the very excuse to get out of the office and get to my hot wife. The research had been all done weeks ago, but I hadn’t told him that. It had been my trump card… my “get out of the office free” pass. I had saved it thinking of going fishing or some such nonsense, but this was my golden opportunity and I wasn’t about to let it pass. Leaving the office and walking to the car, I could begin to feel my cock start to stiffen a bit in anticipation, growing down the leg of my slacks. I even caught the admiring glance of a young office temp on the way back in from lunch. “Some other time, perhaps, sweetie,” I thought to myself. I was on a mission. Driving home, I decided to see how my wife passed her time when she was in such a state and I wasn’t at home to satisfy her needs. Parking just a little ways down the street from the house, I walked quickly to the house and around the side to the kitchen door. I peered into the kitchen through the window and seeing no one, let myself in. Trying to be as quiet as I could, I closed and locked the door behind me. I could hear some low moans coming from the living room and began to wonder if my wife hadn’t invited the UPS guy in after all, but looking through the doorway, I could see she had put a video in and was watching it on the big screen TV. There’s something about watching a porn movie in life size and living color that really does something to you… and it had done it to my wife. Sitting there on the couch with her legs propped up on the seat on either side of her, I could see that she was playing with herself while watching the movie. “Oh yeah, baby, fuck her. Fuck her hard!” my usually demure wife was chanting out instructions to the actors on the screen. “Yeah, you big cocked son of a bitch, fuck that slut.” My cock was now at full mast as I quietly slipped out of my clothes there in the kitchen. Watching her stroke her pussy, and hearing her moan and instruct the actors was more than sufficient to get the blood pumping. I could barely see her reflection in the screen of the TV and could see that she was pumping something into her pussy. It didn’t look like any of her usual dildos, but knowing her it could have been a new one. I got down on my hands and knees and crawled into the living room, letting my cock point the way. I stuck one eye around the edge of the couch to see what I could see. My wife’s attention was solely on the movie, so there was little chance of being discovered. It was then that I could see that my wife’s gardening skills had produced a very nice sized cucumber. It was a bit longer than my 8 ½ inches, but quite a bit thicker. She was pumping it in and out of her pussy so hard and so fast it wouldn’t have surprised me to see steam coming from the friction. But I needn’t have worried as it was also apparent that she was producing so much pussy cream that we would have to have the upholstery cleaned later. It was literally flowing out of her and onto the cushions of the couch. Lightly stroking myself, I watched her for awhile. I could tell she was approaching an orgasm… her eyes were beginning to shut, her head was back, her nipples were rock hard and she was panting like a dog on a summer’s day. As her eyes completely closed at the beginning of her climax, I quickly crawled around the corner of the couch and fastened my mouth to her clit. “Oh my fucking god!!!!” she screamed. Her body was bucking up and down forcing my mouth harder onto her pussy. Her hand had that cucumber flying in and out as the girl cum poured wetly from her pussy. Her orgasm seemed to last forever as it took control of her body, sending her into spasms that resembled an epileptic fit. Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream of pleasure and the cords of her neck were sticking out as far as I had ever seen them. Her climax began to wind down as the spasms lessened and her breathing began again. “You sneaky son of a bitch!” she said as she swatted at me. “I wasn’t expecting you for hours and so I was just keeping everything nice and warm for you.” I laughed and said, “I can see that, but you’ve gone way beyond warm, baby… you are HOT! I just couldn’t concentrate on work with the thought of you here all alone, horny, and the delivery guy making deliveries.” She laughed with me, “Well, I’m glad it turned out to be you instead of him, but as hot as I was… who knows what might have happened. Now give me what I want!” At that she grabbed my cock and pulled it to her mouth. “Ahhhh, yes!” her blowjob was exquisite. She knew all the right spots to concentrate on. And she always gave very wet blowjobs too. Very nice. “That’s it baby, suck my cock. Show me how much you missed me.” She was doing a very good job of showing me how much. I could feel her drawing out the pre-cum, swirling around the head of my cock, getting it wet and slick. “Mmmmmmm” she hummed, sending shivers down my spine. “Oh god, it feels so good when you do that” My toes were even curling in as she continued her oral assault on me. But I was greedy and wanted to get to the main event, so I pulled her mouth off of me and rolled her hips back onto the couch as I placed the head of my cock at her entrance. Slowly, so slowly I pushed into her… not because it was difficult, because the amount of lubrication she was producing would have put Iraq out of business. No, I wanted to tease her some more, to let her feel every inch of my hard cock as it entered her body. “Oh you sadistic bastard! Fuck me with that cock, don’t tease me!” she whined. So, ever the gentleman, I did as the lady requested. I began to move in and out at an increasing pace, her hips meeting mine at each and every thrust. “Oh yeah, babe, fuck me back, move that sweet pussy.” I was beginning to really pound into her now, but she was meeting every bit of my force with an equal amount causing our pubic bones to smash into each other. We might have bruises tomorrow, but today we didn’t care, it felt too good. I could tell she was approaching another orgasm, her breathing coming in little gasps, her legs tightening around me, her pussy gripping my cock tighter and tighter. It was just as well as I was nearly there myself. I picked up the pace of my thrusts even more, my hips in a blur. “Come on baby, come for me, come, come, come!” I could feel the welling up of my cum just as opened her eyes wide, spearing me with her orgasmic gaze. Her head then snapped back and her legs encased me in a crushing hug as her pussy spasmed around my cock. My cum jetted into her as my climax met hers. “Ohhhhh god! That’s so goooooooood!!!” I moaned as I collapsed onto her twitching body. Our breathing returned to normal as I slowly propped myself up and looked deep into those eyes that had captured me years ago. “Hi, honey… I’m home. What’s for lunch?” She grinned up at me as she held up the cucumber that had fallen beside her, “How about a salad, and then for dessert, you can have a cream pie!” I groaned as I knew this was going to be a long, but pleasurable afternoon. The Phone Call The phone call. That’s what started it. The phone call. I’m a self confident capable woman in my thirties. I’ve had some experiences but with my new guy im most relaxed. He understands me. New experiences come to us and I take them rolling with the waves accepting my sexual desires and passions. I need trust, respect and care in my relationship. This I both give and receive. Were equals and that’s how I want it. We share decisions and I trust him implicitly. However I recently suggested that Id like to be handcuffed for the day by him or at least give myself to him for the day...he didn’t immediately react and I let it lie. We have a strong relationship and I know never to push sensitive areas and wait for a response. But one day recently...the phone rang early in the morning as early as my alarm usually rings. He tells me to phone in sick and go to his place. He needs me but doesn’t tell me why. I respond and just say yes - after all I don’t usually take time off so this seemed ok. So I call in the office and they wish me well. Shortly after I’ve showered the phone rings again. It’s him again. He simply tells me 'wear your black lacy Basque and stockings with some heels and your large black trench coat. Be at mine in 15 minutes'. He places the receiver down before I can respond. My mind wonders as I make up my face, dry my hair and lotion my skin. I’m aroused by the idea...but what does he have in mind. I like games...it appeals to the child that resides in me...but am careful too. I trust him so what can happen? also, as I stand there towel wrapped round me, I feel a tingling between my legs and a small ache grows. My curiosity increases and I know he will never harm me and this ache is growing to real wetness. I decide to go with his game. I dress into my stockings, revelling in my own smooth legs as I slide them to the tops of my thighs. My Basque shows my body off with its curves and womanly shape my breast a perfect handful. I look into the mirror and admire myself and know that he can’t resist me like this. I turn and look at my rear, all creamy white and round. My hand traces over the skin and I know that he can satisfy me like no other. I slip my coat on and also pack t shirt, jeans and trainers in a bag which I pop in the boot. As I walk to the car, my neighbour spots me and calls over. As I speak I feel the excitement as strong as if id committed a crime my voice quivers as I tell him ive thrown a sickie and am off shopping. He waves as he playfully tuts, while I feel a cool breeze blow under my coat, causing my nipples to stiffen and my honey to moisten. Its blows along my thighs as if it’s teasing and stroking my legs, reaching further along with each gust. The cool breeze now contrasts with the warmth and wetness I feel gently rising between my legs. I sit in the car and the coat opens showing the tops of my stockings and that faint brush of trimmed hair. I wrap my coat tight around my legs to hide myself. But within it’s like a volcano waiting to erupt. I presume he will make love to me on the doorstep having teased me like this and I know I will be ready. The drive makes me more exited with the thought of my barely covered body so close to exposure to the world. I arrive with my nerves alive and exited my hands shake. My wetness has spread to my thighs and my mind has dreamed of him inside of me - his cock, hands or maybe a toy. Every part of me is alive as I reach his front door. There I see a note taped to the keyhole and it tells me to go in and wait in the lounge. I do - and he appears. He is however dressed - in his dark navy suit and tie looking both manful and sweet, the blueness matching his eyes. He looks me in the eyes and tells me to open my coat - I drop it to the floor it revealing my body covered only by a Basque and stockings, my naked honey and cheeks exposed to him. I’m never normally comfortable naked like this in daytime but the tone of his voice and the situation has the best of me. He looks me up and down and tells me I look good. Then he tells me I must follow his order - 'Today you are mine. You will do as I say. I adore you and love you. I will never hurt you. I will give you unimaginable pleasure and satisfy your desire like never before. You will belong to me and no other. You will only do as I say. I will tell you everything you will do. You will follow everything I say to the word. Do you understand' I’m so taken by the situation, his words and the tone of his voice that I whisper 'yes' without consciously thinking. He replies by smiling and saying 'I can tell you are aroused -while that pleases me I must go out for a short while. Before I go you must suck me - show me how much you want me and desire me by getting on your knees and taking me deep in your mouth'. I’m taken by him and automatically drop to me knees - I open his zip and take out his fast erecting penis. I take him into my mouth my soft lips against the hardness of his cock. I lick along his shaft as he likes to his balls before I take him into my warm wet mouth. I slowly move down as he holds my head strokes my hair and guides me down his shaft. He is hard now and I slowly move along the shaft deep into my throat. I suck harder and faster and my arousal takes over. My hand slips down between my legs and my pussy. I start to stroke it, the wetness making me slinky and smooth - but he tells me to stop ' I didn’t say you could touch yourself - I tell you what to do'. I move my hand away and continue to suck him deep and he jerks and shoots his hot cum into my mouth and he tells me to swallow this. I do as he says the warm cum slipping down my throat. He steps away and zips himself up. 'I must go now but will be back. You will remain here as you are - just in your Basque and stockings. You will not touch yourself or seek to please yourself. Instead there is a film on video you will watch. When it ends I will return. I will be thinking of you while im away'. He swiftly leaves. I feel vulnerable in his house, naked and exposed but also exited and aroused. While im slightly scared im also aching for him to return and continue. I sit down and as instructed, play the film. My moist honey sticks to the leather sofa at first, cool to my skin. I see an empty beer bottle and wonder of the pleasure I could have and know it would slip straight into my aching honey. The film starts - it’s erotic and classy. Properly photographed it’s about a woman exploring her sexuality and desires. She has men and women and I gaze at their lust and passion. a man being sucked, taking her from behind - filling her cheeks; a woman licking a woman and filling her with her whole hand; cum all over her breasts; a stranger taking her in public - it had all my known and secret desires. I want to stroke myself but remember my instructions. The video is over. He returns. 'Did you enjoy the film? I hope you did as I said' with that he takes my fingers and sucks them one by one, taking them deep into his mouth. ‘good I can’t taste anything. you will be rewarded for being good. His hand slips between my legs, easily parting my wet lips, I moan aloud with the release. His thumb tickles my clit. Im faint with desire and every part of me wants him inside me, anywhere. 'Take me to the bedroom and undress me and remove your Basque’ -I do as im told undress him and kiss each exposed part of his body. He tells me to lie on the bed. I lay there my naked wet pussy exposed and I open my legs in anticipation. He dribbles baby oil on me. On my nipples, belly, honey and cheeks. I squirm and push my hips toward him expecting his hands. He delays and watches me and as I pant with expectation he begins to cares my breasts. My swollen breasts react and my nipples are as hard as they have ever been. His hands take a whole breasts in and gently squeeze until he reaches the nipple where he teases me. His slippery hands squeeze harder and then softer. He holds them and the pressure and oil forces them to slowly move to my nipples and slip off causing me to almost cum there and then. I push my chest to him again, desperate for attention. Im so wet and warm, my pussy swollen, my cheeks aching for his touch. His hands move to my belly and down my thighs - he caresses my inner thighs, his breath on my pussy sends my into ecstasy. His fingers start to weave into my pubic hair, glistening with my love juice. He reaches my clit and opens my lips. My soft velvet opening yields to his fingers and he slides his middle finger into me. Deep inside he circles my inner recess and soon another finger joins. He pours oil on me and four fingers are inside. Next his slides his whole hand into me I push myself onto his hand as he fills me like ive never been filled before. 'Stroke yourself' he commands his direct words bring my into immediate response and my fingers circle my clit. I need a release and my body is tense with desire and anticipation. His other hand opens my cheeks easily as the oil and my juices dribble down my leg. He has a finger in there and soon a second joins it. His other hand is to his wrist as my fingers dance over my clit, he then as he has never done before slides a third finger between my cheeks and into my rear. Im bucking my hips up and down in search of his hands and them filling all my love holes. He strokes my flowers -both of them - in rhythm to my hips but soon he removes both hands. Im aching and on the edge but he withdraws and tells me to remove my hand. He leaves the room telling me to lie still and returns with a drink of cranberry juice. I drink and begin to slow down. While the intensity reduces the tension is there and soon his head is between my legs and he sucks at my clit taking into his mouth. My hips drive into his mouth and I rock wildly now screaming out for him to fuck me and fill me, to fuck me with his cock, cum over my pussy anything he wants. He sucks my clit his hands stroking my cheeks and I begin to concentrate on the orgasm that is beginning to overtake me. I begin to scream slowly at first as it takes me over and runs thru my body wave after wave rippling thru my every nerve and pulse. The room goes dark and quiet for a moment. I come to and he is there above me. He guides his hard cock into me slowly but surely stroking me at his own pace while I again push and rock my hips to him grateful for every inch of his hard cock. Our hips soon move together and I feel another orgasm filling me as he too lets himself go and fills me with his hot cum shooting into my pussy, his jerks rhyming with my own. Our bodies collapse together. I feel like ive been on fire I stroke his face and back, unable to speak. Soon I’m caressing him and touching him totally at his command as he gently kisses me I’m waiting for his next desire.........I feel his warmth and gentleness and he holds me tight The Phone Call "Hey Vinny, how you doing?" you say into the phone. I'm sitting on the leather couch where we had been watching TV before the phone had rung. I smile at you as I recognize your friend's name. We had talked about Vinny, your old college roommate whom you had had so many adventures with. I had even included him in some of my verbal fantasies about having two men at once, since you seemed ok with it. Ever since you that incredibly erotic massage you had given me, I had been warming your bed, and filling your mind with all kinds of erotic fantasies. We both seemed to benefit from my sharing, and from the gleam in your eye I was getting the feeling that you had one of my fantasies in your mind now. You stand up and walk to the other side of the room, cordless phone in hand and sit down on the futon. "Not much, Erika and I were just watching a movie," you pick up a pillow as you continue the conversation. "Naw, man its ok, the movie wasn't that good," you toss the pillow on the floor between your feet. You look at me, then the pillow and then look at me again, a challenge in your eyes. I unwind myself from the couch, and casually walk over to look down at you. You spread your knees wider apart and gesture to the pillow. I slowly bend my own knees, placing my hands on yours for support as I lower myself to the pillow. When I am kneeling in front of you, I let my hands slid very slowly up your legs, my hands disappearing under the edge of the shorts you are wearing. "So what have you been up to man, how's the latest girlfriend?" Vinny has a tendency to date very young women. He, like us is in his early thirties, while he dates women in their early twenties. For some reason he thinks younger women are wilder than those of his own age. As you continue to chat with Vinny, I begin to kiss your inner thigh, working my way up to where I can no longer reach skin because the shorts you are wearing get in the way. I caress your cock with my hands under your shorts, and then place my mouth over the head of your cock, only the material of the shorts preventing you from feeling the moisture and softness of my mouth. I exhale forcefully so that you can feel my warm breath through the material of your shorts, along your now very hard shaft. I can hear the slight change in your voice as you continue to shoot the shit with Vinny. You stand up and look down at me, a playful smile on your face as you're now rock hard cock tents the material of your shorts. I remain on my knees and I reach up and grasp the waistband of your shorts and begin to pull them slowly downward. When I get to your cock, I have to pull the front of the shorts away so that they don't get stuck on your hard cock. You continue to talk as you sit back down on the futon, lifting each foot as I completely remove your shorts. I smile as I see how hard you've gotten in such a short time. I think you like the idea of me sucking on you while you talk to your friend as much as I do. I take your cock into my hand and lean forward, hovering a breaths distance from the tip of your cock. "So Vinny, listen man your not gonna believe what Erika is about to do," you say. You sort of laugh, "no man, I have this beautiful green eyed, blond hottie, with her mouth just hovering over my cock." You pause and then continue, "No, I'm serious, she is about ready to blow me while I talk to you, you don't mind do you?" Just hearing you tell him that makes my pussy throb with excitement, and I nearly groan aloud. This is way better than I had ever imagined it. I look into your eyes and see the heat of arousal there as you reach up your hand and put it at the back of my head, pushing my mouth down onto your cock. "She is really good at giving head Vinny." You take your hand away from the back of my head and slide your cock almost all the way out of my mouth…then flick the tip of it with my tongue. I use my tongue to slowly glide around the head of your cock, following under the ridge with the tip of my tongue until I get to the underside, then I open my mouth and take your cock in, taking as much of you into me as I can. "My cock is buried in her throat Vinny," you pause listening, "yea she can deep throat, but she is really good with her tongue too, and her eyes, when she sucks cock, you can tell by the look in her eyes how much she enjoys it!" I listen to you talk about me to your friend and am completely enthralled. I try even harder to please you as you continue to describe what I am doing to your friend. You never say a word directly to me, you just concentrate on what I am doing and telling your friend about it. As I continue to suck on you, I get a taste of your pre-cum, I groan in ecstasy as I lap up the sweet drop. "You hear that Vin?" the phone is placed near me as I groan again as I get another taste of you. "She loves the taste of cum, I haven't even touched her and I'd be willing to bet she is totally soaked just by giving me a blow job!" "Hold on, I'll check," you say as lean forward and slide your hand down my back, and over my shorts. You put you fingers under the edge of my shorts and find the band of my panties, pushing them aside, you glide your fingers into my wetness, this time you groan. "Oh man, I don't think she has ever been this wet before, my fingers are soaked," you lean back on the futon again, your fingers glistening. "Sure, I can, she will do whatever I tell her to," you use your other hand to pull my head up from your cock, holding out the fingers you had just tested my wetness with, you tell me, "Vinny wants to know if you will lick your juices from my fingers, will you?" You hold the fingers up to my mouth and I open my lips accepting them, sucking them deeply, using my tongue on your fingers just as I had on your cock. "Vinny, she is sucking every last drop off my fingers, too bad you can't see this, listen I hate to do this to you man, but I think I need to take care of this little lady, I'll call you later." With that you hang up the phone. The Phone Call (This is based on real life, so many thanks to J. for making this story fantasy true. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did... Leave me a comment, and Please Vote!) Your phone calls always make me smile. There's nothing we can't or don't talk about... family, friends, work, memories, sexual history... we've got one of those unflappable friendships that I don't think I could live without. That's why, when our conversation drifted to phone sex, I didn't think anything of it. We talk about sex all the time, and it's never gotten personal, so I never thought this time would more than the others. Plus, I thought I was just a friend... If I'd known what your feelings were, this evening might have been easier to predict. It started innocently enough, "How does phone sex work, anyway?" I laughed at you, and told you that you hadn't seen enough movies... neither of us had ever had phone sex, experienced as we were at the real deal, so we enjoyed a few moments of joking around about it, til you said to me "So, are we having phone sex?" I laughed. "Nope, not yet... well, not that it will happen, but you know what I mean." "Yeah, I do... are you naked yet?" "Not at all... should I be?" "Yeah, this is getting to be pretty unfair here, with me lounging around in nothing while you're in your pajamas. The situation needs to be rectified... take off your shirt." "Are you serious? Cause I will, and you know it." "Completely, this is just unfair." I stripped off my black tank-top, but kept my pajama bottoms on... Lying alone in my bed and wishing you were there next to me... I had to keep reminding myself not to start playing with myself while I was on the phone with you... it was a level that I wasn't sure I wanted to introduce into our friendship without ample invitation. Our conversation reverted back to being non-sexual in nature, but I still kept finding my hands caressing my breasts, fingertips circling my nipples. "What are you doing right now?" you asked me. I knew what you meant by the question, but for some reason, wanted to push you just a little bit further. "Talking on the phone with you, babe... sorry, nothing more exciting than that." There was laughter in my voice, you could understand the humor in the situation and I could hear your voice shake with a little laughter too. Then you got more serious. "Are you touching yourself yet?" "No... Should I be?" "... yeah." "Where should I touch myself?" "Between your legs..." I reachd down, and with one hand still holding the phone, I took off my pajama pants and started lightly fingering my clit. We hadn't been talking sex for very long, but already I was dripping wet. The first touch sent a tiny jolt through my body, and I'm sure you could hear my moan through the miles of telephone cords that separated us. I summoned enough energy to ask "What about you, what are you doing?" "I've been playing with myself for a little while now... I hope you don't mind, but just hearing your voice turns me on." "No, I don't mind... as long as I can join in." "That's fine... what do you have in mind?" "Well... if I was there, it'd be my hand on your dick instead of yours... and it wouldn't be long before I'd take you in my mouth..." You didn't answer, but your deep moan in my ear tells me I'm on the right track. "Well, what would you be doing to me?" "If I were there with you, I'd want to taste you right now... I'd want to have my mouth on you, to lick you til you were clean... I want to fuck you so much right now." "God, I wish you were here... I want to feel you hard and hot inside me, I want to feel you thrusting, filling me..." "You're so tight, so wet... you feel so amazing around me." "You feel amazing inside me... ohhhh" I moaned as my fingers on my clit make me jump. "My whole body's shaking at the thought of you surrounded by me." "Fuck, you feel so good. If I were there right now, I promise, you'd never leave the bed. I'd fuck you til you couldn't walk." "I can't imagine anything I'd want to do more than be in bed with you, so I don't think wanting to walk will be an issue." "I'm glad. Because the next time I see you, I promise... it won't be your hand inside you... It'll be me." "I can't wait. What are you going to do to me?" "First, I'm going to take you by your hips, and slide you down onto me..." I could hear your moan caught in your throat, this was turning you on as much as it was me. "I'd be on top of you, riding you. You're hot, hard, inside me, filling me up. I want your hands on my breasts; I want you to pinch my nipples til they ache." "Your skin feels so fucking amazing next to mine. And I can feel your wetness dripping down. It turns me on even more, knowing how turned on you are." "You turn me on more than you can even imagine... you have no idea." "I feel the same way about you... damn. I wish this were real." "Me too babe... how far is DC from Montreal?" "Too fucking far... are you sure you don't want to catch the next flight down here?" "I wish I could, you know I want to." "Yeah. I guess we'll just have to think about what's going to happen next time I see you... 'cause I promise, you wont get out of bed for days, I'll tie you up if I have to." "Tie me up, huh? That sounds promising. Maybe I'll try to get out of bed, just to see if you'll hold to your promise." "I always hold to my promises... for example, the next time I see you, I'm going to fuck you ever way you can possibly imagine... on top, underneath, from behind, in a chair, standing up, over a desk... the list goes on and on." "You promise? Cause I will hold you to that one." "I guarantee it." "Excellent." This whole time, we were both still touching ourselves. The tension had been building; all it needed was one last trigger, something to set us both to climax... I could hear your moans in the background, and even though we'd both stopped talking, the intense intimacy of the moment didn't escape me. I could hear your every breath; you could hear me gasping every time my fingers brushed over my engorged clit. "Yeesss... oh god yeah." The words came out involuntarily, the idea of you inside me, doing everything and anything you wanted to do to me... it was sending me over the edge. "Are you close?" "Oh yeah." My reply came out in a broken whisper, the shrill squeals were starting to make their way to the surface. "Me too... what do you want me to do to you?" "Just fuck me...Ohhhh... I love feeling your weight on top of me, holding me down while you pound into me... Oh god, oh fuck...." "I just want to fuck you, 'til you can't walk, 'til you can't think. I want to be the only thing on your mind, the only one you want... oh god, you feel so fucking good..." "Ohhhh, oh fuck... oh god yeah..." "Oh. Fuck. Yes. Ohhhhhhh." We both came together, one big climax across a quarter of a continent. For a few minutes, there was only silence, and shaky breathing, I couldn't move my arms or legs... I couldn't imagine wanting to... then I realized, foolishly, that you weren't really next to me, and that I was alone in my big bed. "Wow." Your voice came to me, still shaky, but firm in it's astonishment "Yeah... did you ever expect that to happen?" "Never, not in two thousand years." "Think it'll happen again?" "Yeah... except next time, I'll be lying next to you, instead of alone here... and right about now, is when I'd kiss you 'til you couldn't breathe. You're amazing, you know that?" *Sigh* Your phone calls always make me smile. (Please, take a moment to vote, and leave a comment if you enjoyed it!) The Phone Call Ken woke up a couple of minutes before the alarm was to go off. He reached over to shut the alarm off and gently rolled over, wrapping his arm around Shay's sleeping body. He tried to make a point of cuddling with her every day for a moment or two before grumbling out of bed - he had found it to be the perfect way to start each morning off on a good note. Trying his best not to wake her, he climbed out of bed and jumped in the shower. As the warm water cascaded down over him, his mind wandered a bit. It had been just about a month now that he and Shay had been together, and it seemed to keep getting better with every passing day. He stood under the shower head for a moment longer, reflecting on it all, and then snapped back to present tense realizing that he was going to be late if he didn't hurry. Ken dried himself off quickly and wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked back into their room tousling his hair dry. Shay was awake when Ken came back into the bedroom but she lay completely still and pretended to be asleep. She watched him pussyfoot around the room and thought to herself how cute it was that he was going out of his way to be quiet and not wake her. She thought a time or two that he may have caught her watching him in the mirror, but figured she was safe, seeing as he hadn't said anything to her. She watched him as he began to tie his tie. She knew that he didn't have to wear them for work, but he had been wearing them lately because he knew that she loved him in a shirt and tie. Just as he tightened the double windsor around his neck, Shay smiled as she found herself unable to stay quiet any longer. "Good morning, Kenny. Have a good day." Ken jumped as she startled him. He looked over his shoulder, winked at her, and replied "You're supposed to be asleep." "I'm only goin back to sleep if you join me back in this bed." Ken climbed back into his side of the bed to hold Shay for a moment or two longer. She nuzzled into his chest and sighed contentedly. "Are you sure you have to go in today, baby?" she asked. "Play hooky with me today. I'm gonna miss you." Ken kissed the top of Shay's head gently. "You know I would if I could, darlin" he answered. "There's just too much going on today. I promise I'll get home tonight as soon as I can. I'm not going to stay late. I've got a date with my sweetie tonight. I promise I'll miss you all day today" "Well, just to make sure you do, maybe I'll call you with a bit of a surprise while you're on lunch." "Shay Lyn, you've been teasing me with that surprise for 2 weeks now. I'll believe it when I hear it." Just as he started to pull away to get off the bed, she reached and grabbed Ken by his necktie, pulling his lips to hers. "You'll hear it, baby... you'll hear it" she mouthed to him between kisses. Ken drove to work with a smile on his face. Shay had indeed been teasing him with this surprise for a couple of weeks now. She decided it would be fun get herself all worked up into a lather and call him on his lunch hour just as she was at the point of cumming. She knew just how hard that would make him and that it would make it impossible for him to concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. He made his way to work with the radio off, imagining in his mind already the sounds that he knew he was going to hear when she called. Shay climbed into the tub to soak a while. She found herself extremely turned on by what she was planning on doing. She had shocked herself a bit with the idea, seeing as she had never done anything like this before, but it was just too yummy of an idea to let it go. She sank down into the suds for a moment or two, trying to figure out how she was going to last until lunchtime. Ken slipped into the office on time - but just barely. As he checked his emails and voicemails from the weekend, he realized that there was no way to make it through the day, especially after hearing her on the phone. A smile came across Ken's face as he realized that one good surprise deserved another. He called the receptionist and asked her to cancel his afternoon meetings. He now had tons to get done so he could escape for the afternoon, but he knew it would be worth it in order to give his girl a surprise right back. Shay continued to soak in the tub. She slowly slid her hands over her breasts, stopping to feel the hardness of her nipples against her fingertips. She raised her left leg out of the water and ran her hands down it, enjoying the feel of her own touch. Realizing that she could easily stay in the tub all day, she pulled her mind back out of the clouds and climbed out of the tub. She toweled herself off, coated herself with Ken's favorite jasmine scented lotion, and began the daunting task of getting things done around the house while she counted down the hours... **************** "Damn it," Ken thought to himself as he hung up the phone. "She's in my head already". He had found himself merely going through the motions as the morning progressed, stammering and stuttering through each phone call, imagining that it was going to be her voice. He looked up at the clock and saw that the morning that had been lasting forever was finally starting to wind to a close. "11:30," he thought to himself. "Gotta get things wrapped up here." He started to neaten up his desk and sent a quick email to his boss citing some sort of "home emergency" that was going to keep his from the office for the rest of the day. Already beginning to feel his arousal growing, he slipped out the back door of the office holding his briefcase in front of himself slightly, trying to avoid embarrassment. He slid into his car and took a deep breath, hoping to calm himself enough to concentrate on the drive home. He figured he had just enough time to get almost home before the phone was to ring. Shay walked around the bedroom setting the scene for herself. She lit some of the candles she had just finished making the night before, filling the room with the soft scent of vanilla. She placed the peach roses she had just cut from outside in a pink glass vase, and placed them carefully on the dresser. She walked to each window and pulled the curtains closed. She slowly disrobed, feeling every nerve in her body come alive with excitement as her hands grazed over her body, removing her clothes. Totally naked now, she ran her hands over her body slowly. Her nipples were so hard by now that they were aching for attention. Shay sighed as she held them firmly between her fingers, rolling them slightly. She slid her right hand down her smooth stomach, not even really thinking about what she was doing, and twirled her S charm around with her finger, sending a jolt of electricity from her already excited pussy up through her navel and straight to her nipples. She sighed as her legs turned to rubber and she sat on the bed to avoid falling over. She reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled her vibe out, Switching it on and just looking at it. The soft buzzing sound that filled the room hypnotized her as she watched herself place the tip of the vibrator against her left nipple. A soft moan escaped from her slightly parted lips and she laid herself down on the bed to get comfortable. Ken took the exit ramp off of the highway almost on 2 wheels. His hard cock strained against his pants, making it a little difficult to make his way through traffic in his little 5 speed. Each time he pressed the clutch down to change gears, his pants rubbed against him just right, making him harder and harder with each and every shift.. He had the radio blaring in an attempt to take his mind off of her, but it was useless. Reaching down, he plugged his phone headset into his phone and put the earbud in his ear. "It should be any minute now" he thought to himself. "I just hope I can get home before it starts. Not sure I can drive with her in my ear." Shay close her eyes as she slowly moved the vibe from one nipple to the other, continuing to tease herself. She felt her pussy contract involuntarily as a small orgasm spread through her body. She closed her eyes and dropped the toy to her side as she rode the waves of pleasure for a moment. Giving herself a second to catch her breath, she picked up the still buzzing vibe and slowly drew a line with it between her breasts and down her stomach. As she rested the vibrator on her mound, feeling a slight tingle in her clit, she picked up the phone. Ken rolled up to the front of the house and pulled on the parking brake just as the phone on his hip started buzzing. Already knowing who it was on the phone, he opened his cell and responded "This is Ken..." "mmm.. ungh" came the voice on the phone. "Oooh, what's my baby doing?" Ken asked playfully. Her gasps and sighs made it impossible for her to respond. Ken quietly sipped out of the car and pushed the car door closed with his hip, being very careful not to alert her to any strange noises. He felt somewhat awkward as a pair of joggers trotted past him. "If only they knew" he thought to himself as a slow grin made its way across his face. Slowly and cautiously, he made his way towards the back gate. "That's my baby" he purred to her over the phone. Slide that toy back and forth over you, baby. That feels good, doesn't it?" "Oh God, Kenny, so good" she gasped. "Emm, I don't want it to ever stop. Up and down over my slit. I'm so wet." Ken's head began to spin as he made his way up the back porch steps. He painstakingly opened the screen door and slipped the key into the door. He opened the door very slowly, fearing that at any second the slightest squeak of the door or creak of a floorboard might give his surprise away. "OK baby, you're ready now" he instructed. "I want you to slip the head of that toy cock inside you - but just the head. Tell me how it feels." The loud moan that came through the phone confirmed for him that she was doing just as he instructed. He quickly slipped his shoes off, leaving them in the corner of the kitchen, figuring that he had a better chance of making his way through the house silently without his shoes. "Slide it in a little bit more now" he said to her, trying to work her up. "Leave it right there until I tell you." "Oh shit" came the reply on the phone. He could just imagine how wet she was already. He had to steady himself against the wall for a moment, his head swimming with the sounds of her pleasure. "OK, baby", he continued. "Pull that back out of you slowly.. feel your pussy gripping against it." Ken's cock throbbed strongly as she throatily grunted back to him back to him "Yes baby... oh I wish this was you inside me." He carefully placed each step as he made his way up to their room. He could see at the top of the stairway that she had the door closed, making it easier to save his surprise until the last moment. His voice was down to a whisper now. "Shay baby, you are making me so hot. You're gonna have me fucked up for the rest of the day. Slide that back into your pussy, darlin... fuck yourself with it real nice - just like you know I would if I was there with you." Shay felt herself becoming completely lost on pleasure. Ken's soft voice telling her exactly what to do was speeding up the process much more than she anticipated. The fact that she knew that he would be all over her once he got home just excited her all the more. Ken heard Shay's breathing rate increase as she continued to please herself with her vibe. He placed his hand on the doorknob gingerly, knowing that it wouldn't be long. He swore he could hear the soft swish of her juices as she slid the toy in and out. Her moans in his ear also echoing through the door. "Keep doing it just like that, baby" he pleaded in a whisper. "I need to hear you cum for me like a good girl. I need you to come all over that cock just like you do with mine." "Oh... umm..." she answered back "It's fucking me soo good. Oh baby, I'm close." "Keep it up my ShayShay. Please baby, Give it up for me. I want to hear it now." Shay was unaware of anything around her as she felt her orgasm build slowly from a small spark in her pussy. It continued to grow and grow, not yet spreading through her body. The buzzing inside her was driving her absolutely crazy. She reached down with her free hand and began to rub her fingertips over her clit. She felt herself begin to go over the edge. "Oh God Kenny" she gasped breathlessly. " I can't hold it back any longer. I.... uh... um... I think I'm gonna..." Ken grasped the doorknob firmly and pushed the door all the way open in one fluid motion. Shay sat upright suddenly with a look of shock in her eyes. She was so caught in the explosions of pleasure coursing through her body that she was unable to utter a sound. Her mouth was frozen in a silent O as her entire body tensed and shook with her orgasm. Ken thought that for a moment that he would lose control just watching her. Shay's body finally went limp as her orgasm started to subside. She gazed into Ken's eyes with a look of both shock and lust. He simply smiled back at her. "Shay Lyn, you didn't think that I'd let you give me a surprise like that without me getting you back, did you? I mean, you know me better than that by now, don't you?" "Uh uh" she replied. "I mean uh huh... I mean..." She was having trouble concentrating with the toy still buzzing inside her. Suddenly, another orgasm gripped her as she clenched her teeth and started shaking again. He watched in awe as her eyes clouded over with lust and pleasure. Ken smiled at her as he began to remove his tie and unbutton his shirt. She watched him intentively as he peeled off his white dress shirt and stepped out of his slacks. He climbed into the bed next to her, never breaking his gaze from her eyes. He put his hand down between her legs to find her hand still holding the vibrator inside her. He slid his hand under hers, removing the vibrator from her grasp. She looked into his eyes as he slowly dipped it in and out of her. The vibe was shiny with her juices. He couldn't remember the last time he has seen her this wet. He continued to move the toy in and out of Shay's sopping pussy as he twisted it slightly inside her. She wrapped her arms around Ken's neck and held on for dear life as he continued to fuck her with the vibrator. Just as he sensed she was close again, he withdrew the vibrator from inside her and let it rest directly on her throbbing clit. It was all she needed. Shay shook in Ken's arms as she buried his head into his shoulder. He could hear her muffled voice crying out his name as he continued to hold the toy against her hard button. He knew from experience that she would continue to cum as long as he held in that sweet spot, and a feeling of power came over him as he held her while she came over and over again. Finally, she begged him to stop and grabbed Ken's wrist, finally relieving the assault on her clit. Ken switched off the vibrator and continued to hold Shay as the final aftershocks of her string of orgasms worked their way through her body. He let her rest for a moment or two as she melted against him. Her body gleamed of sweat from her exertions, and her breathing was deep and heavy. "Are you ready for more, babe?" Ken asked with a huge grin on his face. "Are you kidding me? I don't think I can take any more of that toy" she replied. "Who said anything about a toy? Ken asked, grinning. Ken immediately rolled onto his back pulling her on top of him. Shay looked down at him and straddled him, so that his rock hard cock pushed up against her. She closed her eyes slightly and moaned as he thrust up from below, pushing the head of his throbbing hardness between her pussy lips. Her tight pussy easily accommodated him as he slid up into her warm wetness. Even after the fucking he had given her with the toy, Ken felt her pussy grip and pulse around him, as if trying to milk him from the very first thrust. Shay sat up on him, feeling her clit began to grind against his body as she rocked back and forth. Not being able to resist, Ken reached up to her beautiful tits and caressed them as she rode. Her already rock hard nipples somehow became ever harder, and he knew she was well on her way again. "Thank you...mmm ... for your surprise today, baby" Ken cooed to her" "No... ungh... no... thank.. you" Shay exhaled. Her clit was aching for release again and she began to pick up the tempo. Sensing her sense of urgency, Ken took his hands of of Shay's breasts and put them on her hips, helping to move her as she rocked back and forth. She stared blankly at the wall, almost expressionless, as if in another world. She felt as if she had been cumming non stop for hours, and knew another one wasn't too far away. Ken's voice brought her back to reality for a second. "I'm close baby... ohh so close, but I need your help. I need to hear you cum for me one more time. It'll just drive me over the edge. Please, baby, I need it. Cum for me, and make me cum with you." Upon hearing this, Shay grabbed Ken's wrists, squeezing tightly. She cried out again, her body almost to the point of convulsions. Ken felt her pussy clamp down on him and it was all he could take. He grabbed onto her hips tightly as his entire body exploded in an intense orgasm. Jet after jet of hot sticky cum shot from his cock and into her spasming pussy. They both cried out incoherent words as they shared in their pleasure. Ken felt as if he emptied every ounce of energy he had into her body.Shay finally collapsed back on top of Ken, and after resting a moment or two, rolled off of him, giving a deep sigh as she felt his spent cock slide out of her. She turned to face him and casually ran her fingers through his hair. A big cheesy grin came over her face. "What are you grinnin at, Shay Lyn" Ken asked. "Just thinking of what I can surprise you with tomorrow" she replied. Ken drifted off to sleep wondering what sort of excuse he could drum up when he called in sick to work in the morning. The Phone Call *Briiiing* "Hello, Kim Patterson speaking." "Hey, babe." "Carl! What are you doing up? The alarm isn't supposed to go off for," she glanced at the clock on her desk, "another twenty minutes at least." "Well, I woke up early, saw your empty pillow, and wanted to hear your voice." "Aww, that's sweet. Are you still in bed?" "Yeah, just laying here, thinking of you. Remembering last night." Carl's voice lowered. "Remembering how incredible you were, the way you felt, and smelled, and tasted... ummm." "Carl! You can't say that here! I'm at work, for God's sake!" Despite her words, Kim's voice held equal parts shock and arousal. Whenever Carl talked like this, his tone always went right through her body, stirring her desires. "Well, I'm not at work, so I can say anything I want. I can tell you how much I wish you were here in bed with me right now, your naked body pressing against mine, the scent of your hair in my nose as I kiss your neck... See, I can talk about that kind of thing. Do you want me to stop?" "Uh, no... no, please continue." Kim was extremely conscious of the other desks near hers, their occupants working industriously. No one was close enough to overhear her, but she still kept her voice low. "What else were you thinking about?" "I was thinking about this thick, hard cock I've got in my hand right now, and what I'd like to do with it." "Ohhhh..." Kim couldn't stop the soft moan that escaped her lips. Putting her hand over her mouth, she felt tiny beads of perspiration already forming on her upper lip. "Tell me what you're wearing." "I can't, not here." Surreptitiously Kim checked her co-workers, making sure no one was paying too much attention to her conversation. Everything looked normal, but... "OK, then I'll have to guess. Let's see, white blouse?" "Yes." "Skirt or slacks?" "The first one." "Skirt, OK, let's see..." From the sound of his raspy breath, not quite panting, Kim knew that Carl was still stroking himself. "How long? Knee length? Or shorter?" "Yes, a little." "Yeah, that's good, I can picture you there at your desk, looking all professional and sexy. Pretending you're on the phone with a client. God, I wish I was there... maybe hidden under your desk. Running my hands up your legs, under that short skirt of yours, spreading your knees apart... Can you feel my breath on your thigh? My hands sliding up to your panties?" "Yesss..." "I pull your chair forward, and you lift your hips as I slide the panties down, down your legs, and off. Then I push your skirt higher, tracing designs on your leg with my tongue, moving higher and higher, slowly..." "Uh-huh. Yeah." "Softly I let my lips brush yours, and then I lightly circle your clit with my tongue. And then I lick your whole pussy, one strong stroke after another." "Uh... please, go on." "Anyone standing behind you could see me between your legs, eating, sucking, nibbling away... But from the other side of your desk, the only hint they'd get is your heavy breathing and hard nipples. They are hard, aren't they?" Opening her eyes, which she hadn't realized she had closed, Kim looked down at herself. Yes, her nipples were hard, almost painfully so. And the skin across her chest was flushed. She could only imagine how her face looked. She crossed one leg over the other, reveling in the feel of moist flesh pressing together. Remembering that Carl had asked a question, she said, "Yes, that's right." "Touch them." "What? Uh, I'm afraid I, uh, that's, that's not possible, sir." "Go ahead, just brush them with your hand. Pretend you're brushing a bit of lint off your blouse. No one will notice." Looking around quickly, scanning to see that the coast was clear, Kim quickly brushed at her blouse. Twice along the side of her breast, and then once more right on her nipple. The tingling sensation caused her to choke off another groan. "How did that feel? Good?" "Yesss..." "And how about further down?" Carl's voice dropped to a whisper. "Are you wet?" "Oh yes. Yes, that's very true, sir." "I'll bet you wish you could brush some lint off your panties right now, don't you?" "Uh-huh." In fact, Kim's right hand was clutching almost desperately at the arm of her chair in order to prevent that very action. Get a hold of yourself! she thought. And then, Oh God, if only I could! She could hear Carl panting into her ear, and in the background the steady slap of flesh that meant he was still stroking himself. "Oh babe, I wish you could see this right now. My cock is so hard for you, so thick, and the head is bright purple and pulsing... I wish I was standing right next to you, so you could take me into your mouth, sucking me deep... and then swirling your tongue around the head, the way you do, stoking me... Ohhhh..." Kim felt another jolt through her center at the thought, picturing herself sucking him right there in the middle of the office. Jacking him off with one hand, playing with his balls with the other, all the while taking him deep inside her throat... she unconsciously licked her lips, trying to taste him. "Oh Kim, oh God baby, I can't take much more of this. I want to come, now! I want to stand you up and rip off your blouse and bra, showing everyone your beautiful tits. And then I'll bend you over your desk, your hard nipples pressing into the wood while I slide your skirt up your legs. You feel the breeze, cool across your pussy, your wet, wet pussy... And then I'll brush the head of my cock across your lips, feeling how wet you are, mixing my juices with yours... can you feel it baby? Can you feel my hot, hard cock as it slo-o-owly slides into you? Oh God, your pussy is so hot, I can't stand it!" Kim could barely stand it herself. The images in her head, Carl's voice in her ear... she wondered if she could actually come without touching herself. "I'm pumping into you, slowly at first, but then faster, and faster- " "Hi Kim, have you got a second to look over this report I- Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see you were on the phone." Looking up, Kim saw her friend Sharon in front of her desk, holding a small stack of papers. Slightly dazed, she wasn't sure what to say. "Sorry, what-?" "I said I didn't know you were on the phone. I'll come back later." In Kim's ear, Carl was saying, "Hey, is that Sharon's voice I hear? Ask her to wait, will you?" "Are you serious?" "Yeah, I got an idea. Trust me." Putting her hand over the phone, Kim said "Wait, Sharon. Have a seat. This shouldn't take long." It better not take long, she thought, I was so close to finishing... Carl's voice breathed sensuously into her ear, "You remember that threesome fantasy we talked about a few weeks back?" "What? Are you... I mean, I'm not sure I follow that reasoning." "And do you remember how Sharon looked at your office Christmas party? You yourself said she was the sexiest woman there, in that slinky black dress, so tight and low-cut, showing off all that gorgeous skin..." "Well, yes, I did say that..." "Well, OK then. Let's back up a bit. I pull you out of your chair, You can feel me standing behind you, feel my breath on your neck. Feel my hard-on pressing into your ass, feel my hands brush across your nipples, lightly, stroking..." "All right..." "I pull open your blouse, buttons popping, and everyone can see your beautiful breasts, hard nipples poking through your bra. I slide my hands down your arms, taking your wrists and pulling them behind your back. Not hurting, but strongly enough that you can't move your hands. Then you see Sharon, in that same black dress, stepping in front of you. Her eyes look over your body, your face, your breasts... she sees the wetness seeping down your thigh... and she steps closer. She leans toward you, and just before her lips touch yours, you feel her breasts press into you, your nipples brushing together." Kim risked a quick glance at Sharon, who was leafing through her report, politely trying not to listen in on the conversation. God, she does look good, Kim thought. "She kisses you, and it's so soft and strong at the same time. Her tongue brushes across your lips, and you part them, letting her inside. She steps closer, one hand taking the back of your head and pulling you into the kiss. You wonder what she's doing with her other hand, and a second later you feel it caressing your hip, and then sliding up to your breast. Breaking off the kiss, she leans back to take a look at your bra. Freeing the clasp, she pulls it aside as she licks down your collarbone, down your cleavage, until finally she's circling your nipple with her tongue." Kim had crossed and uncrossed her legs twice during Carl's recitation. She stopped when it occurred to her that Sharon might actually hear the sound of her wet flesh, her lips opening and closing. My God, she wanted to touch herself so badly... "Taking a step back, Sharon unzips her dress, and it falls to the floor. She's naked underneath, and you can see her incredible body. Full breasts, with hard pink nipples. Narrow waist. Black pubic hair that she keeps trimmed, and it looks like she's just as excited as you are. Her hands reach toward your skirt, and she unzips you and pulls it down your legs. With your panties already off, Sharon can see your hot pussy clearly, your excitement covering your pubic hair with a soft dew." "Yes, please go on. I'm listening..." "She falls to her knees in front of you. She seems mesmerized by your smell, and she leans in and breathes deeply. Pulling your legs a little farther apart, she licks at the juices on your thigh. She pauses, as if considering your taste for a second, before continuing where she left off. She moves from one leg to another, cleaning you, working her way closer and closer to your center. But she keeps avoiding your pussy, circling around it. You want to grab her head, force her tongue where you want it to go, but I'm still holding your arms tight. It feels like torture, but Sharon finally relents. She sucks on your clit while at the same time sliding two fingers inside you. You gasp at the feeling, it's so intense, and then she starts flicking her tongue, driving you crazy. You're on fire, you're so close to coming, when suddenly she stops." "What? No, no, I don't like that part of your plan at all." "Hold on. She steps back to your desk and sweeps all the papers onto the floor. She sits on the space she just cleared and beckons to you with one finger as she spreads her legs." "Oh. OK, that might work..." "I let go of your arms as you lean forward. You kiss Sharon deeply, tasting yourself on her lips, and on her tongue. With your hands free, you run them over her body, feeling how similar it is to yours while at the same time so different. Eagerly you move down her body, licking her nipples, dipping your tongue into her belly-button, and finally resting when you reach her pussy. Remember how she teased you, you lightly lick up on lip and down the other, carefully avoiding her clit poking out at you. Her groan is music to your ears. As your fingers slide over her wetness, you feel the head of my cock do the same to you. When you lean forward and slip your tongue inside her, my cock performs the same action on you. We start moving with the same rhythm, your tongue in and out of her pussy, and my cock in and out of yours. For a second we're so much in sync that you feel like you're fucking Sharon with my cock. We both move faster and faster, reaching toward our orgasms. You want all three of us to come at the same time, so you start moving even faster, adding your fingers to your tongue... Fuck!" Kim was almost jolted form her chair by the sounds coming from the receiver. A loud buzzing followed by various thumps, and faintly in the background Carl cursing a blue streak. "Hello? Are you OK?" "Shit, sorry honey. It was the alarm going off, and I was trying to hit the button and I dropped the phone... dammit." "That's OK." Turning to Sharon, who had looked up in concern, Kim mouthed Dropped the phone to her. "We can just continue with that... idea you were presenting." "I'm sorry babe, but I can't. I've got an early meeting with a client, and I have to run. I wish I could stay, but it's that Pembrook account I was telling you about, and we're finalizing things today." "Oh." Disappointed didn't begin to describe it. Kim was more turned on than she could remember being, and to be interrupted, not once but twice... she wanted to scream so badly she could taste it. "Well, I guess there's nothing we can do about it now." "Well, there is one thing we could try." "And what would that be?" "I'm going to be in the shower in two minutes, and about thirty seconds after that I'm going to be coming harder than I've ever come in my life." "Hmm, go on." "Well, if you run off to the little girl's room, and if you're as turned on as I think you are, then you could do the same thing. That way, even if we're not coming together, we'll be coming at the same time, and we'll be thing of each other as we do it." "That sounds like an acceptable compromise." "OK, great. Two and a half minutes from... Now!" Kim smiled as she hung up the phone. Standing up, she looked over at Sharon. "Oh, I'm sorry, but could you excuse me for just a..." She paused as an idea occurred to her. "Say, Sharon, would you have a few minutes to... discuss something with me?" "Why, sure. What is it?" "I'd rather talk in private. Let's use the boardroom, I think it's free this morning." As she turned from her desk, Kim had a broad smile on her face. Let's see, Carl's meeting should be done in a couple of hours, and I can call him on my cell... and this time, I'll have more than just a fantasy to share with him. It was, she thought, turning out to be a most interesting Monday morning. The Phone Call Story edited by Willy B. Don't you just hate it when you're right in the middle of something that needs your full concentration and the damn phone rings? It's not so bad for women, they seem to be able to do two things at once. For us guys it's a total distraction. Once the call is finished then it takes forever to get back on task. That's what happened that Monday afternoon. I hate Mondays anyway. I'm usually on a high from the weekend activities and the dull routine of paperwork just seems such a downer. My wife Kate had called during lunch to see when I would be home, she was going shopping and wanted to be home when I got there. At two pm the phone rang as I was putting the finishing touches to another client database. I tried to cradle the phone and attempt the last few keystrokes. "Good afternoon, Dave Marshal." No answer, just a lot of background noise and some muffled voices. "Good afternoon, Dave Marshal." Still nothing, I almost hung up thinking it was just kids making nuisance calls, then I realized that it was my wife Kate. See Kate has this hearing problem. She's not deaf but there are some tones that are hard for her to hear. One of those is the sound of a phone ringing. To overcome this I bought her a cell phone that vibrates when she gets an incoming call. The down side is she has to wear it on her belt or put it in a pocket in her slacks so she can feel the vibrations. Normally that would be fine but Kate has this habit of bumping into things when she is busy and she often knocks the redial on her phone. I wouldn't mind a dollar for every time she has done this. Realizing who it was, I decided to listen in on her shopping trip. My birthday wasn't far off and I might get some idea as to what she was looking at getting me. That turned out to be one of my poorer decisions that day. "Don't worry my husband is at work and I don't have to be home until five pm. We have two hours. Hmmm that feels sooo good, don't stop." It was Kate's voice all right, but it didn't sound like any shopping trip I'd been on. The rustle of clothing and moans continued for several minutes. How long I'm not sure, I was in shock. Here was my wife of five years with another man. I knew it was a guy from the grunts that he gave in response to whatever Kate was doing to him. "Mmmm, yeah, Oh yeah, Ohhhh!!!Ughh." I strained to hear what was going on. One part of me didn't believe it, there must be a simple explanation. The other, logical part of my brain told me it was true, she was cheating on me. I couldn't recognize the man's voice so I was pretty sure that it wasn't one of our friends. So who was it? Why was she cheating on me, on us? Kate's burst of giggles brought me back to the phone call. "God you are in a hurry, well I know just how to take care of that. I love to give blow jobs, lie back and enjoy." The phone easily picked up the sound of her sucking his cock. The slurp of her mouth as she worked it in and out, the slap of his balls against her hand as she worked his shaft. "Man you're the best. My wife can't hold a candle to you. That is one magic mouth you have. Yeah just like that, don't stop." I knew what he meant, I had received hundreds of Kate's special blow jobs and she never failed to make each one her very best. Kate loved the pleasure she could give me, she also loved the power it gave her over me when she was in control. Now she was giving that same pleasure to someone else. Some guys might enjoy this. Just sit right back, whip out their dick and whack off. Not me, this tore at my guts. I doubt if I could have found my dick at that point, it had shriveled up into my groin. A louder than usual grunt from the phone forced my attention back to what was happening in that room. Kate was ready for him, "Not yet I want to make this last." A few minutes of quiet time, during which I envisioned her kneeling in front of him, her mouth just covering the head of his prick and her hand grasping the base stemming his flow of cum. Soon, too soon, I heard her start her magic and the sounds of the blowjob again filtered down the wires to my waiting ears. "Yeah, Kate I'm almost there. Ughh watch out I'm cumming. Ughhhhhh." That last grunt signaled his release, I hadn't heard Kate say anything so I assumed she had taken it straight down. Kate is one of those special women who like to swallow. She has this thing about it not being a proper blowjob unless she takes the lot. Another burst of giggles then Kate's voice again, "God I thought you were never going to stop. Do you always cum so much?" "Not always, but today was special. You're special." "I guess having such a big cock and balls, does give you the right equipment to produce so much yummy cream. Now let me clean you up so we can continue." The next five minutes was full of licking and contented moaning from both of them. Kate again, "Ok now it's my turn. Just let me get the rest of my clothes off then get that tongue ready." More rustling of clothing, hurriedly removed and tossed to one side. The squeaking of bedsprings, the sound of them kissing. When Kate is aroused she is sensitive to the slightest touch. I can bring her to the brink with light stroking of her breasts, stomach, thighs and knees. This sensitivity makes her lose control and she always becomes vocal and loud. Nibbling her ear while softly stroking her breasts and stomach usually has her arching her back and reaching for her clit within a few minutes. Her asshole lover had just found this out as she began to scream, demanding he stop teasing and finish her off. "Oh my god, YES, YES, yesssss. Just there, don't stop, a bit faster. Use your mouth, I want your tongue inside me. Mmmmmmm you know how to please a woman, just like that. Yesss." The sound of her panting and him eating her was getting to me in a big way. I wanted to reach down the phone and strangle them both. "Use two fingers, one isn't enough. Faster go faster I'm almost there. Suck my clit, not to hard. Yeah like that. Mmmm yes, yes, yesssss I'm cummmming don't stop I'm cummmming. Yesssssss." Now the sounds I heard were of quiet breathing and of bedsprings as he moved up to lie beside her as she recovered. Kate always enjoys the afterglow of a good orgasm, lying still and quiet for five or six minutes after she came. From the sound of her orgasm, she would be out of it for at least that. For the next few minutes nothing then Kate's voice, "My! You do recover quickly. Let's see how long you can last this time." The guy mumbled something and I heard Kate answer, "No we can do doggy later, I want to see your face when you come inside me this time. I want to feel you shoot your cum inside my pussy and see the expression on your face. God it's so big, my husband could never reach that far inside me." My god she wasn't using any protection. She was letting him fuck her bareback. As the frantic sounds of my wife and her lover coupling traveled down the phone lines I finally lost it. I couldn't take any more and threw the phone against the wall. Some satisfaction was achieved as I watched it shatter into a thousand different pieces that spread like confetti over the furniture and floor. For the next hour I sat there in abject misery, tears streaming down my cheeks and marking the papers on my desk. I buried my head in my arms and sobbed for what I had lost. How could she do this? She had never said she wasn't happy with our life. How long has she been doing this? Have I been getting sloppy seconds and from whom? My marriage was over. She wanted someone else and I could never share her, I loved her too much for that. I wouldn't be a cuckold for her cheating. I felt diminished as a man and as a lover. Her comments about his size made me feel inferior and that only made me angrier. I made up my mind that I would go home, confront her about it then pack a bag and leave. Thank god there were no children. We haven't been married long enough to acquire much in the way of possessions so there wasn't much for me to pack. The house was rented and the furniture mostly hers. My heart was broken from what I had lost but I knew I had to be strong for the confrontation. I steeled myself then tidied up my desk, getting ready to leave. Just as I was packing my briefcase, my secretary knocked and came in. She stopped and stared at me with my red swollen eyes. Glancing around the room her eyes took in the smashed phone. Worry and care flashed over her face before she continued with what she came in for. "Dave, are you all right, can I get you anything?" Shaking my head I whispered, "No I'm fine. I'm leaving a little early today. I have some private business to see to." "Well before you go I have your wife on the phone in my office. She couldn't get through on your private line." Again she glanced at the smashed phone lying scattered in tiny pieces over the red carpet. "My wife? I don't want to talk to her," my voice rose two levels as my anger surfaced. "Tell her that I'll see her later." The poor woman looked as if she had swallowed something nasty as she considered my angry response. "I'm sorry Mr. Marshal," more formal now that she was unsure of her ground. "She said that you would say that but that I am to tell you that it is urgent and that if you didn't take the call, not to bother coming home." That cheating bitch was demanding that I talk to her, well I would but on my terms. I'd soon let her know that it would be her who was out on her ear not me. Storming past my secretary I grabbed her phone and pushed the flashing red button on line two. "What the fuck is this shit?" "Dave just calm down and listen and I will explain everything." My anger couldn't be controlled, but I thought I'd give her enough rope to hang herself then let her know I'd heard everything. "Ok explain away, but it had better be good." "Oh it was. Now I know you're angry but you did hang up a little earlier than I thought you would. I thought you'd try to tape what I was doing so you could let me hear it later. Well never mind...." I cut her off, "You knew I was listening? You did this knowing I could hear what was going on?" "Well of course I knew, after all I dialed your office number and waited for you to answer before we started. Now I know this is confusing so let me clear things up for you. First, I know about your little affair with Debbie and I know it's over. This was just so that you know two can play at cheating. Now you realize the pain I went through when I found out." I was stunned. She knew about me and Debbie. How could she, it had only lasted a month, five clandestine meetings. The guilt had been too much for me so I'd ended it. How could she know about it? I hadn't told anyone. Debbie that bitch, this was all her doing. Debbie had been upset about me breaking it off, had she told Kate? That was the only plausible answer I could come up with. "Dave? Dave? Are you still there?" "Yes I'm here," my anger had subsided somewhat and my voice was almost back to normal. "Who was the guy you were fucking? How could you know about Debbie? Why didn't you just tell me about knowing?" "Let me answer them out of order. First Debbie was a little pissed off with you dumping her and rang me, giving all the juicy details. I'm sure she exaggerated somewhat but there was enough that I knew you'd had an affair. Why didn't I tell you? Well I thought that this way would have more impact. I wanted to let you know that pain can be a two way thing." Kate paused before continuing, "As for who he was, you'll never know. That is part of your punishment. To never know if I really cheated and if I did, who it was with." "What do you mean really cheated. I heard you blow him. I heard him give you an orgasm. I heard the two of you fuck. I heard you tell him how much better he was than me." "Well yes you did hear some things but did they really happen, or did I just act out those things to make you think I did them? Sure there was a guy there, but did I let him screw me or was it all an act? You have to ask yourself if you think that I would really cheat on you, the way I had to ask myself about you. Again that is part of the punishment. I will never tell you what really happened, you will just have to come to terms with it the same way I have to come to terms with what you did." I didn't know what to say. I knew what I had heard, now she was telling me that it may have been all an act to make me think she was cheating. How do you deal with that? If I knew for sure then I could react, but not really knowing left me no where to go. Kate broke into my confusion, her voice softer this time, "Dave, I never said that he was a better lover than you, only that he was bigger and reached places that you didn't. Now, was that a lie too or did he do things to me you never could? I had to think those very same thoughts when Debbie told me about the two of you." I was standing shaking my head, unsure of anything. Had this all really happened or was it all a bad dream? I had no answers for anything. "Dave, I love you and want us to stay together but I couldn't stay with you if you didn't really understand the pain I had gone through. This was my way of solving that problem for me. We will talk about it when you get home, now I have to go. I love you." She hung up before I could respond. What could I have said anyway? Later that night we did talk. I explained everything I had done and why. She cried a lot, then told me she could get over it if we both were faithful from now on. She still wouldn't tell me if she had cheated or not. I begged her to tell me so that I could get through it, but she said it wasn't the right time. Six months later things were going from bad to worse. I couldn't get this out of my head and it looked like we would split up. I even refused to have sex with Kate until she produced a note from her doctor saying she was STD free. At first she was offended that I would ask that of her, but I told her that I wasn't taking any chances. She finally understood and agreed. It didn't help, it wasn't the thought she had fucked someone else. That I could handle. It was the uncertainty that was far worse. Eventually I moved out of the master bedroom into the spare room, so that I could have some privacy. I couldn't stand being in the same bed with her without getting angry. We hadn't had sex since this whole thing started. Every time I got a hard on the picture of her fucking him came into my head and down it went again. Kate tried to seduce me with sexy lingerie and romantic dinners, but none of it seemed to work. Kate was desperate but still wouldn't tell me. As a last resort we both attended counseling. During that first session the counselor convinced Kate that if we were to work through this she would have to tell me. As he put it, it was a cruel and unfair punishment. I know it hurt her to admit she had fucked him, but it gave me the closure I needed. She still wouldn't tell me who it was, only that I didn't know him and he hadn't met me. "Dave, if I tell you who it was, I know you'll go looking for him." "You're damn right I'll go looking for the asshole, and when I find him he'll be sorry he ever fucked with me." One thing that surprised me was how guilty Kate felt about her revenge and how much she had hurt me. This more than anything convinced me that we would eventually get over this hurdle. We did move on and stayed together, eventually getting back into a more normal sort of marriage. I am more attentive to Kate these days and we spend more time together. She says it is because I don't trust her out of my sight, but we both know it's because we don't want to risk losing each other. I had one ace up my sleeve that Kate didn't know about. She had told me that I didn't know him and that he had never met me. That gave me the first clue as to who the asshole might be. It would have to be someone who knew Kate was married and knew of me but hadn't met me. I knew all of her friends and she mine, so it wouldn't be one of those. My next line of investigation took me to her workplace. It was possibly someone she worked with. I had a business acquaintance who worked in the same firm as Kate, a guy I'd helped out a few times. He owed me so I asked him to see if he could discreetly pick up on any gossip about her and another guy. Within two weeks he had come back with an answer. George, one of the sales reps had a reputation as a ladies man and he'd been hanging around Kate. She had finally yelled at him something about leaving her alone and that it would never happen again, she wanted to save her marriage, not have an affair. "You know Dave, if it had been anyone else I may not have told you but this asshole really pisses me off. He has ruined several good marriages and couldn't give a damn about the people he hurts." I knew if I did anything then it would come back on me and Kate would never forgive me, so I sat on it for two and a half long years. During that time I kept close tabs on the asshole and waited my chance. I took the opportunity to get a little revenge on Debbie. An email to her husband describing a mole she had on her left nipple and an embellished account of our torrid love affair ensured she would regret her phone call to Kate. Funny but she never thought about any consequences for her actions, how she had as much to lose as I did. Good things come to those who wait and things couldn't have worked out better. To make my revenge even sweeter, it was the third anniversary of the phone call when it finally happened. It was dark and cold as I waited, hidden by the hibiscus bushes that lined the driveway to the luxury, two-story house. It was the home of his latest conquest and her unknowing husband. He was having an affair with the wife of one of the partners in his firm and this made him vulnerable. I knew that I was pretty safe, he had never met me but I wore a balaclava to hide my face. I shivered as the cold seeped into my very bones. To take my mind of it, I went over the plan again in my head. Wait until he had walked past me on the way to his car parked out on the street. Step out quickly and grab his shoulder. Turn him around then hit him once in the gut and again in the face. After that, it would depend on his reaction. I felt in my jacket pocket for the bit of crumpled paper, its presence reassuring me that all was well. The anger had never really left me and just thinking of this prick reignited that anger. If nothing else it warmed me, driving away the cold. The partner had been at a late meeting and on his return home found George beaten, bleeding and tied up in his driveway. A printed note pinned to his shirt told of his affair with the guy's wife and several other women, all affairs he had within the last year, all named. I stuck all of the clothes I had worn including the shoes into five different goodwill bins on the other side of town. Within a few days they would all be dry cleaned and dispersed through out town, or better yet on their way to some African village. George found himself out of a job. The police had a lot of suspects in the husbands of the other women but I wasn't one of them. It made the daily papers with pictures of him being put into an ambulance. You can't keep something like that a secret and to make sure, I dropped a short note at the local paper explaining who, what and why. With all of the publicity, his wife found out and divorced him. Kate was quiet that week but eventually told me about what happened to George. I asked her if this was the guy who she had screwed around with and she finally admitted it was him. The Phone Call "Serves the bastard right, I only wish it had been me that did it." "Well I'm glad it wasn't you. I wouldn't want to lose you now that we are finally getting things sorted out." Kate curled up beside me and kissed me gently on the lips. I smiled. One part of the smile for her, the other for the secret I held. I had fucked up big time and paid the price. Finally I got the closure I needed, now I could get on with the rest of my life. The Phone Call Jennifer came home and threw her bag down on the couch. It had been a long day, and she was ready to relax. She went into the kitchen, picked a Mike's Hard out of the fridge, and sat down on the couch with it. Jen had barely gotten halfway through the bottle before the phone rang. "Hello?" Jen said as she picked up the phone. "Uh, hi, Jen," the voice on the other end said. "This is Michelle, from work." "Oh, hey, Michelle!" Jen said, a smile forming across her face. Michelle was the sexy new redhead from Jen's work, and Jen had spent more than one evening imagining what would have happened if she had ever come over for a visit. "So, Michelle, what's up?" Jen asked her. "I just need someone to vent to," Michelle said, sadness evident in her voice. "You know that guy Dave that I've been seeing? Well, just a couple of hours ago, he called me up and told me that it's over. Turns out the asshole is married!" "What?" Jen said. "That's unbelievable! What an ass!" "I know! God, Jen, why are men such dicks?" "I don't know, Michelle," Jen said, "you keep dating idiots like him! I don't see what you ever saw in him." To be truthful, Jen thought to herself, I don't see what she sees in any man. I wish I had just one night to convince her that they were all a waste of time. "So, hey, Michelle," Jen said, feeling suddenly daring, "do you want to come over or something? We can have a special girl's night to try to make you feel better!" "Well, I don't know," Michelle said, "I don't know if I'm ready to go out in public yet. What did you have in mind?" "Oh, nothing too big. I was just thinking that maybe we could pop some popcorn, watch some old movies, and cuddle." As the last words fell out of Jen's mouth, she bit down hard on her lip. She hadn't meant to say that out loud! What was Michelle going to say? "Cuddle?" Michelle said, shocked by the comment. "What do you mean, cuddle?" "Well," Jen said, deciding that it was now too late to do anything other than run with her sexy thoughts, "you know that I'm into girls, right?" "I had no idea!" Michelle said, trying hard to hide the excitement in her voice. "Well, yeah, I am. And I must say that I've had my eye on you for the past little while, too." "Jen, this is unbelievable!" "Yeah. There's been tons of times where I've just wanted to take you in my arms and kiss you, deeply, filling your mouth with my tongue." Figuring that she might as well go all out, Jen used her free hand to unzip her jeans, and started to remove them. "That's amazing! So, what else would you want to do?" "Well, I'd love to just bring you over, and throw you down on my bed. I'd start kissing you deeply, until your body started shaking from the pleasure. Once it was, I'd start removing your clothing, slowly undressing you as our bodies moved together in rhythm." Jen began running her free hand down to her thigh, momentarily trying to tease herself before she started rubbing herself through her panties. "First," she continued, "I'd strip your top off, and take some time to play with your nipples while I kissed you. Then, I'd slowly start to move my tongue down your neck, licking you all the way down to your nipples. I'd pause there a while, slowly moving my mouth over your areola, and taking the time to taste every inch of your breast." Jen could hear Michelle's breathing getting heavy, as she assumed that the other girl had begun engaging in the same activity that she was. Jen took the opportunity to refresh herself, grabbing the cooler that she had started and chugging the rest of it down in one big gulp. "Wow, Jen, this is so unreal," Michelle said between breaths. "So, what else would you do?" "Next," Jen said, "I would move my hand down your belly, circling around your navel, cruising over your pelvic bone. I would do this for a couple of minutes, before finally taking the plunge and running my hand down into your vaginal area." As she said this, Jen decided to take her own advice, moving aside the thin g-string that was covering her genitals, and moving her index finger slowly into her pussy. "I would start by running my index finger down over the rim of your pussy lips, moving all the way from your clit down to your rim of your anus, and then I would slowly make my way back up again, making sure to spread your lips apart with my finger as I did. Then I would move my finger back down your pussy, and I would slowly start to enter you with my finger. I would start slowly, and then start moving faster and faster and you got wetter." As she said this, Jen found herself moving faster as well, as she added a second finger into her cunt. "I'd keep finger fucking you as you moaned, and then I would start to move my fingers back up you, until I found your clit. Then I'd start massaging your little clit for awhile, to make you extra wet." Jen could hear Michelle's moans start to grow, and she was now sure that the other girl had started fingering herself for real. As Jen's fingers rapidly moved in and out of her pussy, she decided to start what she knew was going to make Michelle cum. "Now," she said, "I'm going to take your legs, and spread them nice and wild while I keep fingering your clit. Then, I'm going to move downward, and I'm going to start licking your outer lips while I keep my fingers moving quickly over your clit. My tongue is going to just keep moving up and down your pussy, moving in and out of your lips." As Jen felt an orgasm begin to swell inside her, she decided that she was going to need a little extra something to finish herself off. All of her toys were back in her bedroom, so Jen realized that she was going to have to improvise. In horny desperation, Jen grabbed the empty alcohol bottle that she had tossed aside just moments ago. "Next I'm going to grab your clit," Jen said between moans, "and I'm going to start to lick it as well. I'm going to keep the pressure on, I'm going to keep fucking you with my tongue until you can't take it anymore!" Apparently, that time had come, as Jen heard Michelle start moaning at the top of her lungs. This drove Jen over the edge, and she started moaning orgasmically as well. For the next few minutes, the girls said nothing, as Jen shoved her makeshift dildo in and out of herself. When she finally did cum, she came so hard that she fell off of the couch onto the floor. The pair of orgams was followed by several minutes of the girls panting heavily, as they both attempted to catch their breath. "So," Michelle finally said, "can I still come over?" The Phone Call Ring. Ring. "Hello." The voice at the other end of the line seemed confident, but coy at the same time, the perfect voice for this sort of thing. "You've reached Viviana's night service. Can I help you?" "Er...um...Yes". Richard didn't know quite what to say. It seemed so strange, so weird. "I wanted to receive some loving from your voice." Damn, he thought. What a stupid thing to open with! "You mean you want me to make love with you over the phone?" Viviana went right to the point. He could tell that she knew the territory, and wasn't shy about any of it. "Yes- hm- that's right." He stammered. "Well, let's see. I think I can arrange that. But first, let me have your credit card information." He gave her what she asked for, $120 for an hour session, and then the tone changed into a kind of interview. "Tell me who you are- particularly, what does your body look like, and what are you doing right now?" Richard Kessler was a man who had never made a point of living out his fantasies. Not so much as a phone call ever before. A lifetime of desire, but at the same time too shy and embarrassed to do anything about it. Then, after work one day, sharing a drink at the nearby tavern with a married colleague, the man had confided in him of having enjoyed on several occasions the services of a professional sex actress, a woman who would play the game perfectly. Her name was Viviana, she also lived in LA, and would, for a price, play out any man's fantasies- by phone. Embarrassed, yet totally intrigued, he kept the number in his wallet for three months before making tonight's call. Now there was no turning back. He decided to just go into the experience, wherever it would take him. "I'm in my early 50's" he reluctantly began. "Silver hair, quite tall and thin, some would say handsome in a youth-meets-wiseman kind of way. And now I'm lying naked on my bed, holding my cock in my right hand. It's been aroused and hard for a while, ever since I began thinking of placing this call, and even more so since I heard the sound of your voice. My cock is about nine inches long and vibrant, with a reddish purple corona and a bluish vein running the entire length. A drop of clear pre-come is glistening at the very tip. I am slowly stroking it as we speak, and the come is getting smeared all over the shaft. I can hear a quiet slurping sound." "My, my, Mister. Is there anything else you want to tell me?" She was so exquisitely seductive. He could imagine doing anything she would command. "Well, there is one thing. A leather cock harness with brass studs is strapped tight around me at the base of my scrotum, fastened around my balls like a collar, swelling both my balls and my cock. They're straining against the harness like a race horse pulling at his reins, and even though everything is swollen, it feels only pleasurable to me, not painful in the least. "My- so descriptive! Thanks for being so good with words, sweetheart!" She said it with a smile in her voice, completely putting him at ease. He thought, this was going to be fun! It was the perfect choice to have made this call, and she was the perfect person to do it with. "Well, let me tell you about me. My name is Viviana, and I'm 23 going on 35. I have long, black hair, a very attractive figure and face. My ass is particularly striking, and my legs are quite beautiful. In fact, I've been told I'm extremely sexy by the men who have been in my life. I don't have a regular boy friend right now, so I find this phone service is really nice - it helps me ease some of my sexual tension, and get paid for it. I'm quite hot, and horny, most of the time." "Would you like to make love with me?" Richard blurted out, unsure what to say that wouldn't sound completely conventional. "I don't know." She sounded like she was pouting. He imagined her having luscious lips begging to be sucked. She went on. "That's quite forward of you, on our first date, don't you think? What would you like me to do?" Richard stretched out like a cat, and spoke in a more whispered tone into the receiver. "I'd like you to tie me down, blindfold me, and then lower your pussy onto my face, first with your panties on. Command me to pleasure you, to breathe my heat into your pussy, and to begin licking on the outside of your panties. "Then, as they steam up, and you began to get real horny, you would curl your thumb under the lip of the lace-edged nylon and stretch it aside just a touch, enough for my mouth to press against your sweet lips, already boiling over with your juices. I would lap up the nectar that was beginning to seep out of your honey pot, taking great care to alternate sucking gently and being a tiny bit rough on the very tip of your clit. "Though blinded I would imagine how incredibly pink and satiny your cunt was. While steadily sucking on your clit and pussy lips, your hands would wander back down my torso, taking a firm hold of my prick, and begin thumbing the tip, smearing the juice all around the head." "My!" exclaimed Viviana, "We do have an active imagination, don't we!" She paused a moment for theatrical effect. "Well, baby, since you've gotten this far, let me tell you what I would do." Again she paused. This was going to be interesting, he thought. Where would she go with his fantasy? "First, you have obviously needed this for a long time, and so I wouldn't want to rush anything. It is plain to me that you have a strong submissive tendency, that is, you magnetize my dominatrix-spirit to come forth. So let's understand each other right from the start. "If we're going to go in this direction, you can't come, you know that. No matter how much you want to, no matter how hot you get, no matter how much your cock is aching and your sperm is boiling. Unless I command you to come- and then you must come with all your might. "You must pay total and complete attention to my cunt at all times, to lick my pussy as if you were worshipping at the altar of a Goddess- for that is how you need to make me feel. Only stop when you're told, or while I turn myself around, pressing my bottom into your face, so that you can lick my ass." He noticed he was breathing heavier, as she paused once again. Man, she was good at this fantasy stuff! "In fact", she continued, "I want you to lick all around my asshole right now, and when it's nice and wet, go on and stick that long and agile tongue of yours right on in- that's right, do it now! Go on. Further, even further. OK sweetie, yes I like it. Oo, yes! Your proving to be quite the man tonight, Maybe you would like me to lean over now and begin licking your long cock? Sounds sweet? OK- but only for a moment." She paused, as if she were actually doing it. "Oo, but it does taste good! Now don't you start getting excited, or making any assumptions of where you think this is going, I wouldn't do that if I were you!" Again she paused. For a moment it was as if he could hear her voice slightly louder, and coming from another direction than the earpiece of the phone. But with the fantasy being as rich as it was, maybe he was hallucinating. Just then she spoke in a commanding tone, "Hey, there! Are you daydreaming? I want you to bring your full attention back to my pussy, and give her a real good licking. I'll move myself to place her right on your mouth. That's right. Just like that. Mmm, I am sure liking the way you suck on my clit- you're a hungry one, Delicious! You are quite the master of pussy licking. "Of course," her tone changed, kind of smug and conspiratorial, "It was a bit foolish of you to reveal the extent of your skills, as now I'm going to have to put them to good use for an extended time. That's right. You thought this was just a special phone call, that you were going to have a hot thrill ride and be done with it. No, sweetie. Not this time. You see, I am talking to you from my cell phone, and was able to trace the call, and have arrived at your home. I'm outside your bedroom window as we speak, looking in at you, naked on your bed, stroking yourself." He was dumbfounded. It couldn't be! But she went on. "I can see you did blindfold yourself like a good boy. But- and believe me when I say- if you take just one peek- I'll disappear completely and you'll never ever see me or hear from me again." Richard couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he now realized why the sound had been different. She really was outside his window! What should he do? Is this getting dangerous? Should he call the police? Or what if he just did nothing, and let it happen? What could she possibly do that would be dangerous? She continued, "If you're real good- and I mean real, real good- you're gonna get more than you dreamed of." He was silent, noticing his cock grew an inch and even harder. "Hear that sound? That's your screen door opening. Yeah, you left the back door open- how convenient! Hear those clicking sounds? That's my heels, honey, I wore the spiky ones tonight, along with my shortest black skirt. My nylons are the style with the black seam down the back of my legs, and I'll tell you, it's steaming inside there. "Now, if you're real quiet, you're gonna hear a very subtle and sheer sound of my lacy lingerie slipping off. That's right. I see you squirming. O baby, I know you want to peek- but I promise, if you do, I will run so fast you will never catch me." He didn't say a word, but began to tremble slightly. "So- put the phone down. We don't need it anymore. That's right. I'm here. Just let the receiver go". She caught it out of his hand and set it down in its cradle, her naked skin brushing against his arm in the process. Electricity shot through his whole body upon that first contact. "Oo, I felt that! Now, be a good boy and reach your arms up behind you, there, let me take this one first, O good, you can feel my hands on your arm- I'm going to tie this wrist to your left bedpost, that's good, not too tight, but it's really solid- you aren't going to be able to get out of this one- and now, just a moment honey, your right arm, O, did my breast fall into your face? I'm sorry, it just has a way of it's own!" She let it hang there, pressed against his eyes and nose, while she went about her business. He breathed in deeply, and caught her aroma, fresh and musky at the same time. She tied her knots with the dexterity of a sailor. "There, now that right wrist is well tied. OK, everything is OK, looks like we're set." Viviana was now talking from above him, straddling on top of his chest, completely naked. He knew this because her pussy was profusely wetting his skin, pouring forth the liquid of her sex, and though he was sightless, she could see his belly glistening in the candlelight where she had just crouched. She slid up higher on his chest. He began to respond to her question, but she placed a moistened finger on his lips. "No, don't say a word." Her rhetorical questions continued nonetheless. "How's that, baby? Am I too heavy? I'll just assume that everything's fine, unless you start to shake your head back and forth, But I guess that won't help to free you, now, will it? No, it won't. It'll only move your chin back and forth, making friction where I like it. That's right, baby- here you go, what you've been waiting for." With that, Viviana swung around to face his feet, and let her ass come down upon his face, her wet center planted directly on his gaping mouth. She settled in, and began to jiggle side to side, back and forth, a little hint of vibration, a few inches in either direction, waiting to see if he'd take the bait. "OK, let's show Viviana what you're made of. Come on, now, come back to my ass. Stick your nose in there first, hmmm, yes." He inhaled the heavy, musk aroma of her most intimate darkness. "Now, I'm gonna move forward a touch, there we go, give me your tongue- no, don't try to avoid it, I'm not going anywhere, that's right, go on in, O baby, that's the way, come on, deeper. Now you're gonna feel my weight a bit on your face, I'm gonna move a bit, cause I like the way it feels to fuck your tongue with my ass. Hold on, let me move- O, that's right, no, you can't go anywhere- you better just give me the ride- O, do you like that I squeeze your cock in my tight little fist?" He couldn't answer any question, as his face was completely covered by her ass, and his tongue was now buried in her asshole. She bounced up and down, pressing her bottom to get the most of his tongue as she could. "Want me to lean forward and do something more than just squeeze your cock with my hand? I can't hear you, baby. What did you say? I just hear muffled sounds, as if you're trying to speak. I can't tell if you're telling me you don't like me squeezing your cock, or you really, really like it! Can't you speak up? O, that's right, your face is pressed against my ass, your tongue is buried deep inside, and my pussy juice is starting to stream into your mouth. I wouldn't want to drown you, for heavens sake! Kind of hard to talk, though, huh? Well, I'll just have to do the best I can to understand what you're communicating, you quiet guy, you. "Here, you're going to start feeling my tongue slathering about on your cock, and then I'm gonna take it in all the way into my mouth. So if you don't hear me talking for a few minutes, you'll know the reason why." Good for her word, the next several minutes contained only the sound of his muffled moaning from somewhere beneath her bottom and the sound of wetness as her lips and tongue pressed up against the rigid surface of his raging cock. She finally surfaced from her intent tongue worship long enough to catch her breath, "Mm, your cock is so very, very wet now- but he hasn't come- and that's a real good thing. Cause, you know, there's no coming unless I say so. But O, you made my pussy so wet now! It's about to, I'm about to..." She slid her ass backwards to bring the lips of her cunt directly upon his mouth- "O, my, I'm coming all over you!" Her juices streamed out of her, totally soaking his face. "Lick me, suck me, drink me up!" She wiggled her overflowing pussy all over his face, sliding back and forth to feel maximum contact. "I'm gonna turn around now, sweety, so take a good deep breath, cause next you're going to suck my nipple. And meanwhile I'm gonna take your own little nipples between my fingers and give them a sharp twist and squeeze. How's that? O, you really jumped! Here, take this in that hungry mouth of yours! And feel my pussy grabbing your cock!" With that, she pressed her left breast into his face and slid her pussy over his cock, completely engulfing his cock in her dripping pleasure cave. Daring to speak, Richard finally opened his mouth to tell her what he was feeling. "Viviana, you feel so, so good! So tight and wet! And hot! You seem to know exactly what I love, yet have never been able to ask for before! I can't believe you came here to my home!" Before she replied, she slowly lifted her hips several inches and then came down with a great, shuddering force upon his impaled cock. Once there, she rotated her pelvis in figure-eights until he was gasping, and just on the edge of coming. "O yes, I am here. And what's more, dear man, I'm not intending to leave for quite a while. So you better get used to the smell of my pussy, the taste of my cunt, the squeeze of my hand, And... Feel these?" She dug her nails into his nipples. "Those are my little friends, quite long and sharp. And what you're feeling below are my spike heels, digging ever so pointedly into your ankles." She acted according to her words, and he knew she wasn't kidding. "So don't get any funny ideas about coming, or for that matter, going anywhere- not until I tell you to. You understand me?" "Yes Viviana, I understand." He ceased speaking, and returned to sucking her greatly engorged left nipple, like manna in the desert, tickling his face. Richard, the man who had spent his whole life in shy retreat from the world of sexual gratification, was in his own special heaven, served on a silver platter by a gorgeous goddess, and he wasn't about to go anywhere. The Phone Call "Hello?" I said as I picked up the phone. "Hey Max, it's Jessie." Jessica Burns was one of my closest friends. We had met in high school and became closer friends when we both attended state university. "Hey Jessie. How was your therapy session today?" Two months back Jessie had been raped in a parking garage. She was going to unlock her car when someone jumped her from behind, taped her mouth over, and dragged her into the back of a van. A few minutes later they dumped her out the back of the van and drove off. She never even got a look at his face, so needless to say, the police couldn't do much. "My therapist thinks I'm making progress, but it's like taking babysteps. I feel like I haven't gotten anywhere really, I'm still reliving the trauma in nightmares almost every night." "Does your therapist have any ideas?" "Well, she suggested something, but it would be so difficult to do, I just don't think it's possible. Plus, it involves another person making a huge sacrifice, which makes it even more difficult." "I'd be willing to help. What did she suggest?" "You should let me explain before you agree to anything Max, this is a huge sacrifice we're talking about." "Go ahead, explain." "Well, when I was raped I completely lost control. Everything was in the hands of this guy, and there was absolutely nothing I could do. He had me pinned, and he was stronger, so all I could do was scream through the gag in my mouth. My therapist suggested that one way to try and make peace with this situation would be to take control myself." "How do you mean?" "Sexually, of course. I need to find a guy who is willing to submit himself to abuse, serious abuse, at my hands. Someone who is willing to totally give up control and let himself be dominated." My heart was racing. Jessie had now way of knowing, but domination was my ultimate fantasy. I have always dreamed about a woman taking total control, smothering me with her pussy, making me eat her ass, fucking me with a strapon, etc. It was like a dream come true, I just didn't want to sound too excited. "I know it's a big deal Jessie, but I'd like to help. I'd be willing to take that abuse if it was going to help you get better. You know I care for you." She breathed a sigh of relief. "I was hoping you'd agree Max, because I don't know who else I'd have gone to." "No problem at all Jessie." "Come over to my place at 8:00 sharp tomorrow. Just know that when you arrive I'm not going to be the person you're used to; I'll have become the new Jessie by that point." "I'll be there at 8:00." I was so damned excited I could hardly contain myself. I had always read erotic stories and watched dominatrix porn, but I had never actually been dominated. I quickly dropped my shorts and stroked myself to a thunderous orgasm. I bent over slightly and imagined Jessie plunging her strapon cock into my ass, grabbing my hair and calling me "bitch." I came quickly and collapsed in a heap, shaking slightly from the power of the orgasm. Tomorrow night had great promise. THE NEXT EVENING At about 7:30 I stepped out of the shower and threw on a clean pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I dressed simply assuming that I'd be nude soon enough so what did it matter. I hopped in my car and rushed over to Jessie's, arriving at the front door a few minutes early. I took a breath to compose myself and knocked on the door. As the door opened I was greeted with a jaw dropping site. Starting at the bottom, Jessie was dressed in black high heel patent leather boots that ended just above her knee. Her legs were adorned with black fishnet stockings, and she wore a black latex corset that covered her lovely C-Cup breasts. Her pussy was covered by a sexy pair of black thong panties. Her hair was in a high riding ponytail, a suble touch, but the final piece in the dominatrix outfit. "On your knees bitch. You will do exactly as I say tonight or you will be punished with a severe lashing. You will refer to me as Mistress and nothing else. You will only speak when spoken to. Any disobedience will result in unpleasant pain for your pretty little ass." As I listened to hear speak (on my knees of course), I felt the beginnings of an erection. This was my fantasy come true, and Jessie looked hotter than I ever could have imagined. "I want you to come over here slut and give my boots a kiss. Show me how much you desire me. Crawl to me on your hands and knees" I crawled over to her and bent my head to her feet to give her shiny boots a kiss. "Now lick them." I snaked my tongue out of my mouth and licked from her toe area all the way to her ankle. The boot tasted fresh almost, not pungent at all. An erotic shiver rushed through my body. "Good little slut. Now I want you to lick all the way up to the top of the boot." I started at her ankle and ran my tongue up the entire length of her calf and over her knee, taking in the sweet taste of the boot along the way. It was so incredibly erotic to give in to her commands and let myself be guided. "Now lick the other one." I repeated the same process on her other boot, leaving a sheen of saliva up the entire length. "What a good boy you are. As a treat, I'm going to let you lick my pussy." She reached down to her crotch and pushed aside her panties revealing her well cropped, glistening pussy. My mouth began to salivate at the site of it. "Lick me bitch" she said. I crawled closer and brought my head up to her crotch. I buried my face up close and licked her tight snatch from back to front, spreading saliva over the entire area. Then I concentrated on sucking each of her pussy lips, prepping her for more vigorous work. As I worked my tongue over her clit she let out a moan. "That's a good little bitch. Suck my cunt." I continued massaging her clit with my tongue, taking the occasional break to probe the insides of her soft pussy lips. As I moved back to her clit she began to moan louder. As her pleasure seemed to be reaching it's climax, she grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me hard into her pussy. My entire face was buried in her snatch, restricting my breathing and forcing me to fully enhale her pungent scent. "Do you like that you little bitch?!" she yelled. "Do you like sucking my pussy? God damn, suck that pussy you little slut. I'm gonna cum, you're gonna make me cum you little bitch." I tried to keep tongueing her clit, but I was struggling to breath. At the same time, I had a huge hardon, and it was only getting harder as my air supply was choked off. It was so damn erotic, having my face forced into this beautiful, smooth pussy. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" Jessie shuddered at length and gave my hair a yank to pull me away from her pussy. She had my head positioned so I was staring straight up at her. "That was nice slut. You're quite good at licking pussy, we'll have to do that some more before the night is over." Then she slapped me hard across the face. "Did I say you could get hard? Did I?" "No Mistress, I apologize." "I control you tonight you little bitch. That means I control your cock, so don't even think about touching it unless I instruct you." She slapped me again and then spit on my face for good measure. Her spit was warm as it slid down my face and onto my neck. "I'm going to make myself a drink bitch. I want you to go upstairs and lay down on my bed. You are not to touch yourself, you are not to touch anything else in the room. Just lay still. I'll be up in a few minutes." I crawled up the stairs, my mind racing with the possibilities that awaited me when Jessie joined me in the bedroom. For my first dominant experience, this was turning out to be perfect. I was still sporting a boner, and it wasn't going away any time soon. Not being able to get off only added to the thrill. I lay on the bed for a good 10 minutes before I heard footsteps. "Have you been a good little bitch while I was gone? You didn't touch yourself did you my little slut?" "No mistress, I did as you commanded." "Good boy. To reward you for your obedience, I'm going to let you eat my asshole. I want you to ream me out good. Slurp it, suck it, and get your tongue nice and deep inside my asshole. Lay down flat on your back." I laid down and she climbed on top of me, her facing away from me and her asshole right above my mouth. I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and leaned my head forward to get closer to her ass. The tip of my tongue made contact with her tasty little hole and I swirled it around, trying to lube up the area for further invasion. As I was working on her asshole, Jessie began to rub the area around my cock. She moved her hand through my pubes and eventually grabbed hold of my shaft, giving it a few blissful strokes. "Do you like it when I stroke your cock bitch?" "Yes mistress, it feels very good." She kept stroking my cock, but moved her other hand to my balls. First she squeezed them hard, causing a shot of pain up into my stomach. Then she grabbed them tight and began pulling them away from my body. It was painful, but a sweet sort of pain that only grew my erection. She had stopped stroking my cock at this point and was just working on my balls, but it was wonderful nonetheless. "You are such a little bitch, you know that? What kind of pathetic piece of crap likes to have his balls abused? I can see your cock getting harder the harder I pull on your sad little nuts. What's it like to be such a little pussy? Mmmm, what you're doing back there feels so good. Better than I imagined it could. Does my ass taste good bitch?" "Yes mistress." I had now worked my tongue inside her ass and I was giving her the good reaming she had ordered. I tried to make my tongue stiff like a cock and began darting it in and out of her asshole. She gave little moans each time I penetrated her, and I was in seventh heaven. Nothing says submission like licking someone else's asshole. She climbed off of the bed and stood next to me. "I'll be back in just a minute with a surprise for you baby," she said as she slapped my face hard. I laid on the bed and considered all that had happened. Jessica certainly didn't know, but I was living out a fantasy with this experience. Truth be told, I hadn't been this turned on in my life, and I was looking forward to her surprise, whatever it happened to be. From the hallway I heard Jessica say "Get on your knees bitch." Not one to disobey, I slipped off the bed and fell to my knees, waiting for my mistress to re-enter the room. When she walked in I was delighted to see she had added a black strapon cock to her ensemble. It was black, with a realistic looking head and veins running down the sides. It jutted out from her crotch at full attention, and it called my name. I was almost salivating. "I want you to suck me bitch, and do a good job of it." She stepped up to me and put her hand on the back of my head. With her other hand she guided the cock into my mouth, sliding it a few inches in. I used my tongue to spread my spit around the head, trying to make it's entrance into my mouth a little easier. I let my saliva slide down the sides as well, lubricating everything as well as possible. As it began moving into my mouth a little easier, Jessica picked up the pace a bit. She had both of her hands firmly on the back of my head now and her hips were pistoning the cock in and out of my mouth at a good pace. It could feel it hitting the back of my throat, and my cock throbbed even harder. "Suck it bitch. Mmmmm, you give good head for a virgin. Maybe you're a little faggot cocksucker after all. Maybe you were born to do this you little slut. I bet you love sucking my cock, don't you bitch." I pulled off her cock for a second and said "Yes mistress, very much." I went right back to work slobbering over her big cock and trying to take as much of it in my throat as possible. I got about three quarters of it in my mouth with each stroke, and Jessica expressed pleasure at my cocksucking abilities. "That's very good bitch, but now it's time for the main event." She pulled me off her cock and pulled a condom from the nightstand. "I don't wanna get my cock all dirty, so put this condom on me and prepare your asshole." I tore open the package and rolled the latex condom down her cock, stretching it all the way to the base. "Stand up and put your hands on the bed, ass facing me." I presented my ass to her, and she took the opportunity to give me a good hard slap. It sent a jolt of pain through my body, but it was the sweet kind. Then she kneaded my ass a little bit before snapping open the bottle of lube and pouring it down my crack. Without warning I felt a finger enter me; I was a little tight but it felt good. I love being filled, and have used my own fingers on myself more than a few times. She quickly inserted another finger and really began working my asshole. "Do you like the way that feels slut? Do you like having your ass filled?" "Ooooohhhh, yes mistress, I love it more than anything. Please fill me with your cock, please." "Tell me how badly you want it." "I want your cock in my more than anything in the world. More than anything I've ever wanted. I want to feel your thick, hard cock pistoning in and out of my tight ass, filling me like I've never been filled. Please, pound my man pussy." "Good boy, I love to hear you beg. Now, relax." I tried my best to relax my asshole so entry would be as easy as possible. Jessica placed her left hand on my hip and used her right hand to guide the cockhead to my asshole. Once in place, she put her right hand on my hip and pulled me onto her while simultaneously pushing. In one move, her cockhead slipped past my sphincter and entered me. It was absolutely glorious. A little bit of pain, but nothing feels quite like being filled with a nice hard cock. I had completely submitted to Jessica, and my fate rested in her hands. "Does that feel good you little slut?" "It feels amazing mistress, please fill me deeper." Granting my request, Jessica plunged her cock completely inside of me, resting her hips against my ass. She held herself there for a brief time, letting my asshole adjust to it's intruder. Then she began a series of long, slow thrusts. She would pull her cock almost entirely out and then slowly drive it all the way to the hilt. I reached my hand down to my own cock and began stroking it, enhancing my pleasure. "Fuck me mistress, fuck me harder." With that request, Jessica picked up the pace, really slamming herself into me. There was a slight sensation of being torn into, but it was so incredibly erotic. The feeling of being taken by a woman was overwhelming me, and carrying me to a what was going to be a spectacular orgasm. I could feel Jessica's hips slap against my ass as she continued to pummel my asshole. It was what I had always dreamed of in my dirtiest fantasies. "I want you to come for me slut. I want you to come hard," Jessica commanded. I picked up the pace of my stroking as she continued to slam my ass with her beautiful cock. I could feel the cum boiling up through my cock, getting ready to fire out in a torrent. Then it happened. The semen flooded out of me like it never had before. It was the most earth shaking orgasm I'd ever had, and it was further enhanced by the presence of a strapon cock pistoning in and out of my ass as I blew my load. I collapsed in exhaustion after I finished spurting all over the floor, and Jessica remained inside me, although she wasn't moving anymore. "I want you to shower off bitch. Get dressed and come see me downstairs afterwords." I jumped in the shower and cleaned the remnants of my fantasy encounter off of me. Pussy juice, ass juice, and semen were caked on various parts of my body, but it all ran down the drain. After drying myself off and putting my clothes back on, I headed downstairs. Jessica was waiting on the couch for me. She had changed out of her dominatrix outfit and was wearing a simple sundress. "Max, that was absolutely amazing. I feel like I've relieved myself of an incredible burden. I never thought I'd feel this way again. Thank you so much for helping me out with this. I love you for it. You're a true friend." "Actually Jessica, I should be honest with you. It's always been my fantasty to be dominated by a strong woman. Truth be told, I just lived a dream. So I should be the one thanking you." "I suspected as much, you were really quite into it. Perhaps we could do this again sometime, then? I could use a good release every now and then." "Perhaps we can then, perhaps we can." To be continued.... The Phone Call "You beast ..." Dorothy sighed, as Carlos' hands slid underneath her black silk nightgown to grasp her firm ass. She wore her favorite thong, or rather, Carlos' favorite; it was skimpy and lacy and tight and decorated with tiny red hearts. Here he ran his fingertips over it, blindly admiring it with his face buried in the back of Dorothy's thick blonde hair, his nostrils inflamed with her extravagantly expensive perfume. Leaving her pert ass his hands roamed up her curvaceous hips, swirling around her slim waist and up her flat tummy, his hands resting upon her full breasts, her engorged nipples poking over the rim of her half-cup black and red-heart bra. Dorothy felt his great prick swelling against her ass; she slowly eased her buttocks against it, teasing him. "Think of the neighbors," Dorothy breathed, embarrassed yet horny, peering out the kitchen window from where Carlos had leapt upon her. She rested her hands on the kitchen counter, not giving a fuck whether the neighbors saw or not. This wasn't strictly true; Dorothy knew that her nearest neighbor would have to use a pair of binoculars to see into her kitchen across the spacious, immaculately kept lawn and glimmering pool of their million-and-a-half home (yeah, my husband's rich -- what of it, bitch?) However, it thrilled her more to think that someone was spying on them and that he was pulling on his cock watching her. It was mid-morning, her husband was in work and after coffee she decided to let Carlos fuck her. He was the local landscaper, and he had a big cock which she first sampled some two-months ago. She had been bored, sick to death (or at least that morning) of shopping, and wanted something exciting to do. Her roaming eyes catching the young Mexican landscaper, his tanned, muscular body glistening in the bright sunlight, she offered him one of her husband's beers dressed in a blood-red corset and black stockings. Her high heels clicking seductively on the deck, that memorable morning she wore no panties, her trimmed, all-but-gone golden pubes breathing the clean Pacific air, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his fucking sockets when he saw her approach him. Needless to say, he was putty in her hands, well, not for long; once Dorothy led him inside and unzipped his cock he was as fucking hard as his garden tools, and just as big. And so it was that whenever their garden needed attention, so did Dorothy. Sometimes she would just suck his cock, he coming buckets onto her face, she relishing his hot, salty Mexican cum. Other times she'd let him fuck her asshole, Dorothy fingering her clit, or using one of her many toys as Carlos' balls bashed tumultuously against her buttocks. Sometimes her husband's cum still swam in her cunt from a pre-work fuck as Carlos entered her, his cock splashing around where her husband's was an hour or two previously -- it made her feel like a whore, and she loved it. This particular morning, bent over the kitchen counter, her nightgown now resting on the floor, Carlos entered her from behind, his magnificent cock sliding into her wet slit, her thong tugged to one side of her buttocks. She felt his balls rest next to her ass, felt his hands palm her breasts, his fingers and thumb tweaking and pinching and playing with her swollen pink nipples. Within seconds his cock was sliding in and out of her, stretching her, filling her, his throbbing prick pulsating wondrously inside her dripping cunt. "Fuck me!" she groaned, squirming as his lips ran over her throat, his mouth biting her shoulders, his hands massaging her heavy breasts as he thrust into her with long, hard powerful strokes. Fuck, but he had a big cock! "You tight slut," he murmured into her ear, his accent foreign, but it made her wet to think of it when her husband fucked her and spoke dirty to her in the darkness of their bedroom. "Make me come or you won't get paid today," she gasped, and she meant it, too. If he got to fuck her well, that was payment enough, wasn't it? Everyone knew that Mexicans worked for peanuts -- this one worked for pussy. And what a sweet, delicious tight pussy it was too -- he should count himself lucky. "My girlfriend no like me coming here," Carlos said playfully, mid-thrust. "She wonders why I work so hard and get no pay." "Oh -- oh -- "Dorothy moaned, before adding, "then bring the slut here and let her eat my cunt!" "I don't think she like that," Carlos added, suddenly slapping her ass. Dorothy let out a squeal. Pity, she thought, biting her bottom lip. With Carlos' cock in her ass and his girlfriend's tongue dancing on her clit ... The kitchen phone suddenly rang, rattling her from her thoughts. Now who the fuck was that? Wouldn't be Ursula; Dorothy told her not to call when the landscaper was around. Was it a telemarketer? Dorothy hated those intrusive fuckers. Perhaps it was her sister? She'd call her back later and -- "Hullo?" To her amusement Carlos had answered the phone, he slowing down his pace to reach over to the mounted phone and retrieving it. Let him talk to whoever it was. She hoped it was Ursula; she couldn't wait to tell her later what she and Carlos was doing while -- "Oh course, senior, I'll get her for you now." Shit, her husband! She peered back at the grinning landscaper, her face reddened, her pulse racing, as if her husband had walked in on her and Carlos. What the fuck was he doing calling her mid-morning? He never did. And what the fuck was Carlos doing handing her the phone? She mouthed a 'No' to him, shaking her head and then waving one of her hands. Was he fucking stupid? Carlos put the phone back to the side of his face and spoke to her husband once more. "She's coming now, senior." He then took hold of the phone and held it out to her, winking cheekily as he did so. "Bastard," Dorothy murmured, before snatching the phone from him, she then throwing back her golden curls before speaking into the mouth-piece. "Hi darling!" she said, brightly, and then she realized that Carlos' cock was twice as fucking hard, and that he had started fucking her once more. Slowly at first, nothing too vigorous; it was obvious that her Mexican stud got off on the fact that they had nearly been caught. "I was in the garden, inspecting his work," she said into the phone. "Yes, I know," she continued, turning her head back to leer sarcastically at Carlos, "you know what those Mexicans are like!" For his part Carlos once more slapped her ass, not too loudly. He then reached for her thick blonde locks and pulled her head back, he smothering her throat with feverish kisses. To her credit, Dorothy never skipped a beat. "Oh really?" she said, "Thursday? I think we can arrange that. Will he be bringing his new wife? No? His new girlfriend? No, you didn't tell me, when did this happen?" Behind her, Carlos withdrew from Dorothy's dripping pussy, and sunk to his knees. Here he gently kissed her ass, working his way around the thong which was taut against her flesh. His fingers parted her ass, where he drove his tongue deep between her wet slit. "Hold on a second, darling," Dorothy said, before putting her hand over the mouth-piece and bending round to Carlos, "You Mexican bastard," she groaned, feeling Carlos' tongue worm its way into her cunt, feeling his fingers play with her silky wet lips, feeling his nose pressed against her sensitive flesh. "So is his new girlfriend hot?" Dorothy carried on. "Uh huh, ok," she said, feeling Carlos leave her pussy to assault her asshole. Oh fuck, she thought, her Achilles heel. Nothing gets her off that having her clit sucked with a finger in her ass. And Carlos knows this. "Do you know what she's allergic to?" Dorothy went on. "I don't want to poison your boss's new girl, now do I?" Below her Carlos lapped and licked and probed Dorothy's asshole, sliding one then two fingers deep into her pussy. Reversing his attack, he used her honey as lubricant to slide his middle finger into the tight brown mouth of her anus. He felt her tense, heard her voice tremble as he did so. Grinning, he sought out her clit and pursed his lips around it. "N-no, darling, that sounds fine," Dorothy gasped, trying to compose herself. Oh, that fucking Mexican shit! "I'll do some shopping tomorrow," she said, bending forward, poking her ass into Carlos' face. God, get on with it, she thought. Make me come, you fucker! Her clit between his lips Carlos flicked the tiny button with his tongue, all the while sliding his finger in and out of her asshole. Her honey oozed from her like a stream, he lapping and slurping and drinking her excitement as if he were parched. "Yes, yes, darling," Dorothy stammered, her body tensing, her climax so close now. Oh fuck this was going to be such a -- "No, darling, I -- I saw something funny on TV," she said. Normally she'd tell him she was masturbating, and he'd no doubt get off on it, but knowing that Carlos was around ... The landscaper forged ahead with his assault on her clit, he drumming it between his lips, his tongue seemingly mechanical. His finger slid in and out piston-like of her ass, his thick digit like a mini-cock without the annoyance of prickly male finger nails. God, she was going to come. "Yes, babe," she managed to groan, Carlos's tongue now worming its way deep into her wet folds. She felt his nose pressed against her sensitive clit, his finger fucking her asshole. Her body tensed, her very being readied for climax. "I will, darling -- uh huh," she moaned, softly, trying to control her imminent orgasm, her very sexual fiber aching to be released, "Yes, I will, uh huh ... give me a second, will you?" Dorothy rested the phone onto the kitchen counter, both hands over the mouth piece, and came, finally, noisily, whorishly and without guilt. She felt Carlos lap and swim in her honey which poured from her twitching cunt, felt his finger continue to fuck her ass as she came, her body an electrical-charged mess. As she steadied herself, keeping herself from sliding onto the kitchen floor she felt Carlos leave her cunt and ass and position himself behind her once more. Here, he slid his erection into her tender pussy, and without as much as a ruego carried on fucking her. Struggling for the phone, Dorothy carefully placed it to her ear and said, "I must go, darling," she panted, "The gardener wants me." This wasn't a lie, either. She hung up, dropped the phone, and let out a diatribe of profane filth. "You motherfucker! You Mexican cock-sucker, what the fuck were you thinking?" she roared, momentarily oblivious to the fact that Carlos was jack-hammering his cock into her squelching cunt. "Goddamn, I can't believe you!" she went on, throwing her hair back, allowing him to grip it in his powerful hands as he pulled her head upwards, his other hand reaching for her now wobbling breasts. "Dear God, have you any idea how fucking horny that was? Christ on a bike, if my husband knew you were fucking me he'd shoot the pair of us!" As if to shut her up, Carlos spanked her ass, hard. "Oh fuck yeah, you bastard," she groaned, his hands palming her heavy breasts, his great, throbbing prick swelling within her, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" "Cochino mujerzuela, you make me cum," Carlos grunted, his cock throbbing mercilessly within the hot, wet folds of her pussy. She squeezed him, gripping his meat-shaft with her cunt-muscles, wanting his tasty Mexican Chili Con Queso all to herself. "That's it, baby," Dorothy groaned, his fat prick growing to almost double its size inside her, "let me eat your cum!" Carlos withdrew from her sopping cunt, his cock sticky, glistening from a layer of her honey. He pulled on his member, his fist gripping his shaft tightly. Through gritted teeth he watched Dorothy spin round and sink to her knees before him, she squeezing her half-cupped breasts together for a visual treat. She reached for his balls, fingering them, tickling them, all the while gazing wantonly at the Mexican landscaper stud, she licking her lips, stretching out her tongue invitingly to him. "Cum on my face!" she hissed, as Carlos stepped into her, his hand pulling frantically on his cock. Staring into his dark brown eyes, listening to his heavy, distinct panting she recognized each and every time he came, Dorothy felt a sudden torrent of hot, salty male-cum splatter her left cheek, then her right, another shooting across her forehead and into her hair before a deluge emptied into her mouth. She sucked upon his shooting prick as his copious ejaculation flooded the back of her throat, she gulping greedily, her tongue licking beneath his cock lavishly before she spat him out, his seed spilling from her full red lips. "I love your cum," she smiled. Carlos shook his spent cock onto her, last drops of silver cum sprinkling her already cum-coated face. "Sucio prostituta," he sighed, placing his hands on his hips. Dorothy giggled, licking her fingers clean. She loved his funny language. Beside them, resting quietly on the kitchen counter sat the phone Dorothy had spoken to her husband with. Though she assumed she turned it off, she had not. And on the other end, her husband, who had heard everything, silently contemplated ... Fin The Phone Call Both Karin and Jean-Michel have very busy schedules—work, kids, etc . If they are lucky, they get to have lunch once a week. So, their "together" times are rare, and because of that rarity so much more precious to them. Sometimes, though, that in between time gets really difficult, and they have to supplement with an occasional explicitly hot phone call. Each of them knows what is going to happen during the call—but they both play it cool, and converse as they usually do—about what has happened during the day, when next to have lunch, what's going on with each other's children. Usually though, one or the other of them will say something that can be taken as a double meaning—and sometimes it is direct and to the point. It all depends. This particular night, they were discussing the next potential "together time," and Jean-Michel says something like, "I want you waiting naked in bed for me." To which Karin replies, "Speaking of naked in bed—that's what I am right now." "You are?" Jean-Michel asks with mock surprise. "Well, once upon a time. . ." "You are telling me a bedtime story?" She holds the phone a little tighter to her ear and lets her free hand move to her already dripping wet pussy. "Yes . . . once upon a time, there was a man named Jean-Michel who really liked a lady named Karin. He calls her up one Saturday and says to her—"Pack us a light lunch—we are going for a drive in the country. You don't need to bring anything else. I'll pick you up in about half an hour." She tells him she will be ready. "When he stops to pick her up, he holds her tightly and kisses her deeply and tells her how much he is looking forward to spending the day with her. "He puts the picnic basket in the back of the car and helps her settle in to the passenger seat. Then they are off. They drive East on the interstate for several miles, and then take an exit that leads Southeast. They are definitely going on a country drive. In that part of the state there is nothing but farms and woods." "They drive on for about another hour, and they end up in a state park. He stops at the main office area." "She asks him what's going on. Jean-Michel tells Karin not to worry that he has a surprise for her. He goes to the office and comes back a few minutes later jingling some keys." ""I've rented a very secluded cabin for us." He smiles at her." ""How is that going to work, we didn't bring anything but the food?" she inquires." ""Don't worry, Baby Girl. I've got it covered."" "They drive on for a bit more, and there nestled in the woods is a sweet little one room cabin—no other cabins in sight." "Jean-Michel asks Karin to go ahead inside with the food and to set up so they can have lunch—neither one has eaten anything all day." "Meanwhile, Jean-Michel opens the trunk of the car and removes 2 small suitcases, and a couple of bags of groceries, (It's obvious that he plans to stay for more than just the afternoon) and brings them in the house." "By this time, Karin has organized their lunch. Unbeknownst to Jean-Michel—she has included a bottle of their favorite wine in the basket. They sit down to enjoy a light, romantic repast of bread, cheese, fruit and wine." "Jean-Michel compliments Karin on the lunch and asks about dessert." "Karin replies with a smile—"I'm dessert!"" "At that, Jean-Michel smiles broadly and takes Karin into his arms. They deeply soul kiss, and they seemingly melt into each other with that tremendous desire that is enhanced by the time that they have to spend apart—a fact that makes their times together so much more intense." "He pulls back and takes her glasses off. Then slowly he undresses her, as if unwrapping a wonderful gift . He pulls her shirt over her head, and then kisses her neck. He unfastens her bra, slips the straps from her shoulders and lets it fall to the floor. He kisses her breasts. Karin gasps with pleasure at the touch of his lips on her bare skin. He pays lingual homage to her nipples, which again causes an intake of breath from Karin at each flick of his tongue." At this, Karin moans her pleasure into the phone. Jean smiles to himself, pleased that she is physically responding to his words. He goes on with the story. "Jean-Michel slowly removes the rest of Karin's clothes—slipping her jeans over her hips and helping her to step out of them. Next, he very slowly rolls her panties down over her hips, and they drop to the floor. He kisses her around her waist and over each hip. Then he slips a finger inside her quim to find it already dripping wet." Karin moans a little louder now into the phone. She is beginning to stroke her clit with her fingers the way Jean would with his tongue. She is deliciously wet. Karin's pleasure moans inspire Jean-Michel. "Jean guides Karin to the bed and urges her to sit down and lie back. He spreads her legs wider and kneels between them until he is face to face so to speak with her love grotto. It is glistening with her moisture, and the heady, sweet muskiness of her scent intoxicates him. He leans in and grazes his tongue over her clit. She moans at his touch." Karin moans again into the phone and says, "Oh yes, baby that feels sooo good!" "Jean licks her dew lips from back to front and Karin sighs with pleasure. He concentrates on her clitoris again—bringing his tongue to a stiff point, and rapidly flicking back and forth—bringing her to sensory overload." On the phone, Karin's breathing is becoming more and more shallow, and she is trying not to call out, but little squeals escape, in spite of herself as she continues to massage her clitoris. "Karin's body convulses in pleasure as her orgasm explodes from her. She cums into Jean-Michel's mouth, and he laps her love juices up greedily, not wanting to lose one drop of her nectar." Karin hoarsely whispers into the phone, "I'm gonna cum baby—right now! Hmmm. Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Jean encourages her, "Cum for me baby. Let it go. I want to hear you cum. Come on Baby Girl—let me hear you cum!" "Ohhhhhh" As she continues to massage her clit furiously, the pleasure burn expands from the epicenter of her clit up over her pelvis, her buttocks, down the backs of her legs and into her toes. Her toes curl, as she reaches her climax, and she squeals into the phone, "OHHHHHH! HMMMMMMM! YESSS!!!!!" Her heart is beating rapidly and her breathing is still shallow. Jean asks her, "Did that feel good sweetheart?" Still with rapid breathing and her speech hampered by the shallowness of breath, she manages, "MMMMM ohhhh yes!" She then stretches and groans. Jean-Michel chuckles to himself, "I can see you arching your back like a cat as you stretch and then relax in your afterglow!" She laughs at this, and says yes, "That's exactly what I'm doing. Thank you—that was wonderful!" He tells, her, "You're not done yet. I want you to cum again for me." He continues describing for her what is happening in the cabin in the woods. "After Karin cums in Jean-Michel's mouth, he stands up and very gently slides his cock into her hot, writhing, pulsating quim. She gasps as he plunges home. He puts her ankles on his shoulders and holds onto her thighs as he moves in and out with that slow, smooth friction that drives her wild." Karin, again holds the phone tighter to her ear, and begins touching her already swollen, sensitive clit. Her quim is drenched with cum, and it is leaking out of her down onto her ass and the sheets. There will definitely be the white spot of evidence on the sheets tomorrow. Already, she is moaning with pleasure at the mental picture that Jean-Michel has verbally drawn for her. He continues, "With each stroke, Jean-Michel makes sure he touches Karin's G-spot. She gasps with pleasure on each inward stroke. He reaches to her already highly sensitized bud, and strokes her clit in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts. Karin, grips the phone tighter and moans while stroking her clit in rhythm with the intonation of his voice. "The double-team of Jean's hard cock in her hot quim and his fingers stroking her clit causes another orgasm to burst forth from her. He tells her to let go, and to cum for him. He wants to hear how good it feels to her, and she responds with those pleasure squeals that he so loves to hear. At that, Karin, hoarsely whispers, "Baby, I'm gonna cum again! Ohhhhh! Yesss! Ohhhhh!" Jean-Michel says, "Come again for me baby—I want you to cum hard. Cum for me now. Let it go baby!" "Ohhhhhhhh! Oooooooh! Yesssss!" she hoarsely squeals into the phone. "MMMMMMMM! Ohhhh! Mmmmmmm!" "That's my girl! I really love it!" She is still breathing hard, and he asks if she is okay. "There is only one thing that would make it better, and that is if you were right here with me." "Soon, Baby Girl, soon. I promise." They chat for a few minutes, and then Karin says, "Baby, it's your turn now. I have you lie back, and I climb in between your legs, and take your hard dick in my mouth—as deeply as I can take it and suck and lick, and tease all the sensitive areas. I can feel your cock flex in my mouth. I'm fucking your cock with my mouth—just the way you like it." Jean-Michel says, "Oh yes baby, I can feel your mouth on my cock. I love you to fuck my cock with your mouth!" Karin says, "I gently massage your nut sacs, and they must really enjoy my touch, because they retract up. I run my fingertips over your inguinal areas and the tops and inside of your thighs." Jean-Michel moans, "I can feel your tongue and your fingers. Oh, it feels so good." She says, "You know what I want to do to you, right?" "Yes," he says, "You are gonna make my prostate quiver! I love it." "Yes baby, I'm going to take care of that for you. I get the Astroglide from our "gardening tools box" and quickly lube up my fingers. I start at the sweet spot between your dick and your anus, and gently massage your prostate from the outside." "Mmmmmm, I can feel your fingers," Jean-Michel moans. "Then, subtly I move my fingers closer to your ass. I begin to digitally rim you, just teasing the puckered entrance with my fingertip." Jean-Michel moans at the thought of this. Karin continues the pleasure torment of his anus—circling softly, pretending to insert her finger, and then back to the circles. All the while with her other hand, she is teasing the sweet spot. Jean-Michel is ramrod hard from her ministrations . He moans with pleasure. "Ohhhh yes, baby. That feels good!" Finally, she slips her finger inside just a bit. His external sphincter muscle clamps down on her fingertip. She wiggles it and he relaxes just a bit, and she gently plunges deeper. "Oh baby! MMMMMMM!" Jean-Michel murmurs. As Jean is listening to these descriptions, he has become blue steel hard, and is touching himself the way Karin would if she were with him. His heart is racing and his breathing is becoming shallow as he anticipates what is going to be coming next. "Karin gets her finger all the way in and begins to gently stroke the edge of Jean's prostate. He sighs and moans with the pleasure Karin is giving him. "Karin touches his phallus with her free hand, and it quivers in response to her touch. There is pre-cum leaking from the head. She leans over and takes him in her mouth again to lick all the pre-cum off while she is still gently stimulating his prostate." On the phone, Karin can hear Jean's breathing becoming heavier and she smiles. She wants to take it up a notch, so she becomes more descriptive of the activities she would like to be doing to him. "Karin becomes more urgent with her stroking. She pulls her finger out, and adds a bit more Astroglide to lube up 2 fingers, and again, gently slides in the both of them. Jean-Michel really moans at this invasion of his ass—but in a most pleasured way. Karin becomes a little more insistent upon getting deeper, and that dear sweet nerve that she loves to trigger is awakened, and up his legs go to let her in as deep as she can get. Jean-Michel's moaning on the phone is becoming louder and more rapid as he is masturbating his shaft in response to her verbal picture of the pleasure he loves to receive. Karin asks him if he wants to cum, if he can feel his prostate quivering and swelling in preparation for ejaculation. "Yes baby I can feel it! I can feel it in my prostate. Ohhhhh yess!" "Can you feel me teasing your prostate?" she asks in that husky bedroom voice that turns him on so much. "Yes baby. I can feel your fingers. They feel soo good!" "Okay, honey, your cum is ready to explode now. Can you feel it moving out of your prostate?" "Yes!!!" "Can you feel it moving to the base of your cock?" "Yes!!! I can't hold it much longer!" Karin deliberately slows her speech so as to prolong his cum. "Can you feel it moving up the shaft of your cock?" "Yes baby! I need to cum now!" "Okay—honey—cum for me now. I need to hear YOU cum. Cum for me!" "It's cumming now!" Jean is almost yelling with the intensity of his orgasm. "OK baby, I want you to cum in my mouth. I lean my head down and take your cock deep in my throat just as you shoot your cum! It goes deep into my throat. You can feel the velvety softness of my tongue and the suction of my mouth as I tighten to milk the rest of your jism into my mouth. I am massaging your nuts as I continue with the lingual suction. Jean-Michel calls out, "Ohhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" as he cums, so stimulated is he by the vivid details Karin uses in drawing her word pictures for him. "MMMM baby—that sounded like it felt sooo good for you," Karin drawls in that deep, husky, sexy bedroom voice she has. "Oh yes, baby! It felt sooo good. You are a wicked jaded lady! Wicked, wicked!" "But you love it!" "Oh yes I do! I do love it. It was as if you were really here, and I could feel your mouth and tongue on my cock and your fingers on my prostate. It was amazing! I can hardly wait cum in you again!" "I know sweetheart—but like you promised me—soon, very soon. For now your prostate will quiver and you will be reminded of me and us, and all the pleasuring that we will do to each other at our next "together time." Karin and Jean chat for a while longer as his breathing normalizes. It is late, and they both have to work the next day, so regretfully they must say good night. As each goes to sleep, in his/her own bed—physically miles apart, but together in thought and spirit and emotional connection, they drift off to sleep, each holding his/her surrogate pillow tightly. The Phone Call Michael was sitting at his desk at work, not really concentrating on the tasks at hand. His mind wandered off to the hotel room he shared with Debbie that past weekend. If he thought real hard, he could still smell her perfume and feel her soft skin. His cock reacted in minutes when he remembered how her lips looked wrapped around his raging hardon that night. He couldn't remember being that turned on in a long time. Michael leaned back in his chair and cautiously rubbed the bulge in his pants. He remembered sucking on her huge nipples, causing them to become hard and erect, just like a little penis. He pushed her tits together and took both cherry sized nipples into his mouth at the same time, causing Debbie to arch her back and moan softly. His tongue swirled around them as he sucked gently. "Ohhhhhh fuck Michael, that feels so good!" Debbie had whispered hoarsely. Michael had moved slowly down Debbie's stomach till he came to the gentle swell of her pussy mound. There he planted a kiss and teasingly licked her at the same time. Debbie placed her hand on the back of Michael's head and pushed him harder into her wetness. Michael's tongue had no where to go but into her heated hole. Debbie started to grind her pussy against Michael's mouth, raising her ass up off the king sized bed. He loved her smell, her taste as he tongued her swollen clit. Suddenly Michael was abruptly brought out of his reverie by the ringing of his phone. "Hello." Michael said in his business voice, which was rather difficult with the thoughts in his head and an erection. "Hi Sexy," Debbie whispered breathlessly. Michael's already hard cock, grew more erect at sound of Debbie's voice. "Hi Baby," Michael managed to blurt out. "What are you doing?" Debbie asked, laughing mischievously. "Well, if you must know, I was just thinking about you," Michael explained, a bit embarassed. "I was thinking about you too," Debbie said, "I was thinking about the other night when I was sucking your cock." Michael swallowed hard, but didn't reply to her comment. Debbie continued on, "I wish I was there right now, I would kneel between your legs, pull down your zipper, slide my hand inside your pants, and pull your cock out. My hand would slowly move up and down the shaft as I lean down and take the head into my mouth. My lips would ease down the length till I had the whole thing in my mouth. You would feel my tongue circling around. I would slip my hand under your balls and play with them." Michael took a deep breath and eased his zipper down. He was taking such a chance, but right now he didn't care. All he wanted was release with this sweet woman. Debbie lay naked on her bed, phone balanced in the crook of her neck and shoulder, legs spread. Her hand was covering her swollen pussy. Michael wrapped his hand around his hard cock. His thumb moved up and over the head, spreading the precum that had already gathered in the tiny slit. "Fuck, Debbie, I wish you were here now," Michael whispered. "I wish I were there too," Debbie replied, "my pussy is sooooo wet for you." "MMMMMMMMMMM" Michael moaned. "I know you don't have much time, but I want us to cum together. Can you do that? Can you cum with me?" Debbie asked. "Just try and stop me," Michael laughed into the phone, as he moved harder up and down his cock. Debbie dove two fingers deep in her wet hole and groaned loudly, "Oh Michael fuckkkk meeeee! fuck my cunt!" Michael, knowing she was extremely horny when she said the "cunt" word, pulled harder and faster on his cock. He could feel his cum building up and ready to explode. "OOOHHHHHHHH Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk I'm cummmmiiiiiinnggggggggg Michael!!!!" Debbie screamed into the phone. That was all Michael needed. Long ropes of cum shot from the end of his dick, laying across his desk. His balls contracted as he emptied them. He heard Debbie's soft moans as she gushed from her own orgasm. For a while there was quiet as the two lovers came down from their euphoria. "Oh baby," Michael whispered, "you certainly made my day. How can I thank you?" Debbie giggled into the phone, "Come and see me as soon as you can!" Michael laughed and replied, "you got it babe!" The Phone Call It's a hot night, in more ways than we knew. While driving home after work, I call you on my mobile telling you to leave the front door open, shut off all the light and wait for me in bed... naked. I tell you I'll should be home in 30-minutes, but before I get there, I want you warmed up wet and ready. So, you open the front door and walk throughout the house shutting the lights off and undressing leaving articles of clothing leading up the steps to out temple of love. The last item you discard are your wet sticky panties which you leave hanging from the bedroom door handle. You're thinking, it's a hot muggy summer evening and you turn on the rotating fan aiming it towards the center of our bed. You stand momentarily before the fan allowing the soft breeze to play upon your nipples and the small patch of hair covering your clitoris. With your left hand you begin to softly massage your right nipple, squeezing and rolling them, while your left hand spreads wide open your pussy walls exposing your harden clit to the wind. You feel the openness of your nakedness and your sexual freedom. Your body begins to respond to the anticipation of my arrival. With one leg on the bed you decide and reach over to the night stand and retrieve your favored pink panther, a small clitoris vibrator and your remote control egg. In bed you close your eyes and spread open your slightly bent legs. Your body begins a low moaning as you slow enjoy inserting your egg. You position it just inside snug up against your g-spot. How you take the small vibrator and very slowly begin running it up and down your inner thighs. You can feel the building of your volcano ready to explode. The phone rings and I softly tell you I am 15 minutes away, you don't answer immediately, lost in your own fantasies. I ask you if all is prepared and you just moan. I begin telling you how and where to touch yourself. Rule number one is "don't touch your pussy", everything else is game. You begin to sob slowly explaining the small vibrator, but not the egg. I tell you firmly to put it aside and you obediently do. You begin massaging your breasts and inner thighs while listening to my commanding low voice. You're moaning slow and low and as your nipples harden even more. I can sense you are becoming ripe. You know my cock well; it has filled your pussy, ass and mouth many times. So much of my cum has lived deep within your body... so much. You reach down to your hips and rotate them off the bed. You want so badly to touch your sweet spot, but you dare not from fear of what I am capable of doing. You love sex, you need sex, but once, at a small private party we attend monthly, you commanded me not to allow any man to cum in any of your holes. I tried hard, I mean really tried to obey, but my body and mind deceived me. Not one man, but three men came inside me simultaneously, one in my mouth, one up my ass and the other deep inside my wet dark hungry pussy. I came so hard with all three I didn't care. But, he saw me, with so much hot cum dripping from all three holes. I knew I would pay a hard price for disobeying him. As I watched him being serviced by the three men's wives who were servicing me, I could read his mind. My lovers left me now, laying there on the floor covered in their cum, I watched as he came slowly towards me. He takes my hand and lifts me off the pools of cum and takes me to a bedroom where he bonds me face down with my hands to the bed posts and my ankles high lifting my legs so that both my pussy hole and ass hole are exposed. Then he announces to the four couples that they have two days and nights to do as they please with me, no hold barriers. I heard him tell the other women to don on their strap-on's and to fuck me as if they were men hard and fast. He ordered the men they could only cum inside me and not their wives over the next two days. I don't know how many times I was fucked over those two days, I was later told they called other couples to come over and use me. At the end I was tired and sore from cocks, fingers, dildos and wine bottles. Listening to my voice, you spread your legs wider and pull your hips up high trying to catch the tip of my imaginary cock. You're hot, so hot you burn. You're lost in your sexual fantasies and my voice that you never hear me pulling into the driveway. Very quietly I enter the house and walk up the steps, all the time talking with you on my cell phone. I stand at the bedroom door watching your beautiful naked body responding to your own touch. You beg me to allow you to massage your clit, but I softly say no. I drop all my clothes and stand naked in the doorway. I quietly tell you to spread your legs wider and raise your hips more, you obey me without question. I tell you to spread your pussy lips and wait for a cock to enter you. You are screaming now as your thoughts begin to drift off waiting for cock. You need cock, you crave cock, and you cannot be without a cock rammed up inside you somewhere anywhere as long as it is deep. You need a man's cum now, mine or any man within reach! Now I slowly begin creeping up until I am at the foot of the bed watching my beautiful, exciting and erotic woman. You are screaming because I do not answer you. I tell you I am about 5 minutes out, and ask you if you're ready... you scream louder. You're humping the bed so hard you never felt me getting on. I straddle you and slowly lower myself on you until your cunt feels the tips of my cock... you scream and yell please let it be you? I say nothing as you are well aware that a cock is stroking your hot wet cunt. Oh Angelo, let it be you, please be you... I don't care my love... I need to cum... Then you scream fuck me now, hoping it is me afraid you might again have to pay the ultimate price... The Phone Call It was "their" fantasy, she told me. Who was I to argue? She had caught my eye at the restaurant/club across from my hotel. 5'3", straight blonde hair, fantastic ass, sexy laugh and a smile that could melt the frozen tundra. She was with a 'friend' at the bar. I happened to go over and 'bump' into her. I flashed them my best smile and puppy dog eyes and they let me buy them some drinks. Her friend was not bad, fairly attractive I would say. But it wasn't her I was interested in. I asked Blondie to dance, making my intentions clear. Her friend got the hint after a bit as I saw her on the dance floor later with some guy. She was sexy as hell. Her hair had those chunky highlights in it, so it was like blonde and brunette sort of mixed up. I secretly had a thought that girls who did their hair like this must love to fuck. At least I was hoping so! We danced. We drank. We talked. We laughed. She was here on business. Had a flight out at 11am tomorrow. Her and her co-worker it turns out, were 'letting off steam' after a long week of working with a client. Only one problem. She was wearing a ring. Pretty big one at that. She was 30, married for 5 years. But she seemed to be enjoying my company and had given me some nice little smiles and looks out on the dance floor. We get very close to each other when we were talking at one of the small stand up tables scattered around the place and she started touching me to emphasize a point or laugh. I figured what the hell, she hadn't given me the boot yet and she was sure nice as hell to look at. And I was looking. We were back at a small table after another round of grooving out on the floor. The top she was wearing was cut low enough for me to be able to stare down at a nice valley of cleavage, as much as I could get away with it. Talking with her, looking into her eyes, dancing with her, it was all turning me on. I couldn't help it. Until she caught me. I looked up from her now very succulent cleavage and right into her eyes. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered "You like what you see?" I could only nod my head, smile and say "yeah". She grabbed my hand and led me back out onto the floor. For the next 20 minutes or so it was full on grind time. Grinding hips together, grinding her ass on me, my leg grinding up between her thighs. I had a hard on that was throbbing and ground it against her. I reached in and found her lips with mine. She closed her eyes and let me. Our tongues furiously explored each other, lips enmeshed. My cock was rock hard and I didn't know if I could keep this up much longer without having an embarrassing situation occur. I led her off the dance floor to where we could hear each other. I took her in my arms, leaned into her ear and said, "You want to get out of here?" She replied: "I'm married you know." "I know." "Does that bother you?" she asked. "No, does it bother you?" I said. "Only if you agree to something," She whispered in my ear. "What's that?" I asked. Knowing full well I'd agree to sell my soul to the Devil to be able to get inside this hot little married thing. "My husband gets to hear." "Huh? What do you mean, he's going to watch?" Not so sure now, not sure if I wanted some guy watching me, thinking that's what she wanted. "No silly. He's back home. But it's our fantasy. Since he's not here, I'll call him on my cell and let him listen to us." She looked straight in my eye and I felt her hand running down and rubbing on my cock. "Oh shit. Ok. That's pretty damn kinky," I stammered. My cock now straining my pants. Her fingers knew what they were doing. "So you ok with that? I hope so, because I really want to feel this," She then kissed me again, hard, while rubbing my cock. I was helpless. What could I say? I led her across the street to my hotel, which it turns out, was her hotel also. We made out in the elevator on the way up. Her hands all over my shoulders and chest. Mine on her gorgeous ass. Starting to grind against each other, feeling how hot she was getting. Into the room. She tells me she is going to step into the bathroom and make a call. I don't know whether to strip now or what the hell. Music I thought. I turned on the hotel radio and found a station. She comes out of the bathroom, right into my arms. "I called him and told him what was going on. I said give me a few minutes before I call back." And then we're making out. Hot, heavy, lips smacking against each other's. Tongues battling. Our hands running all over. Clothes start coming off one by one until there is not much left but her panties. We somehow get onto the bed, my lips have found her nipples. Mmmm nice and thick and hard. Licking, sucking, biting. My other hand is pulling and twisting on her other nipple. She's moaning and gasping. One of my hands runs down, sliding over her hot little pussy. I push in slightly through her panties. "Oh god that feels good," she moans out. I pull her panties off. Ease my body down in between her thighs. Mmmmmm so hot. I can't wait to taste her. A little landing strip. Just how I like it. My tongue starts slowly exploring. Inner thighs, over and around her wet pussy several times. Her hand comes down, grabs my head and forces it back over her pussy. I laugh slightly before my tongue finds her slit. So wet already. She gasps loudly as I let my tongue brush her clit. Again. And Again. I look up at her and say, "Don't you have a call to make?" "Ohhhh yeah" she groans again as my tongue assaults her pussy. I feel her moving around. She finds her phone. Calling. My tongue is working her over. Around and around her clit. Dipping inside her wet tasty pussy. "Hi honey?" She says in a high pitched voice. "Ohhhh god honey," She moans out. "His tongue is on my pussssy," She squeals out. "Ohhhhh yeah baby, it feels so good," She's moaning and trying to talk. I've got a good rhythm going with my tongue around her clit, I can feel her pussy throbbing. I let one of my fingers tease the entrance to her pussy. Sliding around and barely going inside. "Mmmm mmm," she's breathing into the phone. I slide it inside. "Ahhhh god honey, he just slid his finger inside me." My finger is sliding in and out, my tongue working her clit over and over and over... She's moaning and moving, grinding her hips into my face, hand holding my head down. "Oohhh," she groans and stops me, pulling me up with her. "Hold on a minute honey, I want to suck his cock. Mmm yeah I want to suck it into my mouth and taste him." She leans up into my ear and whispers "That felt so fucking good." And kisses me slowly and deeply, tasting herself on my lips. Then she moves down to my cock. Low and throaty, she breathes into the phone: "Oh yeah, he's got a nice cock baby. Nice and thick. Too bad you can't watch me suck it. Mmmmmm." Her mouth engulfs my cock. Rock hard already. This whole thing is turning me the hell on more than I thought it would. Having her moaning and groaning into the phone to her husband as I do things to her is kinky and nasty but damn it was hot. Mouth off my cock. "Oh it tastes good. So nice and hard for me too." Back to sucking. Her mouth tightens around my cock as she moves it up and down. My hand reaches out and grabs her hair. Tightening my fingers around in it until I have a firm grip. Pulling her mouth up and down my cock. Ohhhhh damn she has a good mouth. I pull her mouth off my cock and let her speak into the phone she has held up to her mouth as she sucks me. "His hand is on my head. Pulling me up and down his hot cock. Making me suck him baby. He's making me take his cock into my mouth and suck him. I fucking love it." I push her head back down and guide her. I'm not really pulling up and down hard, she's moving more than I am! She's making a lot of noise. Groaning and moaning, slurping around my cock. She pulls off. "Did you hear that honey? You hear me sucking him? Yeah it tasted good baby. Oh yeah I liked sucking him. Did you like listening? Did you like that baby, listening to me suck his cock? She turns around, ass facing me, still on her knees, she spreads her legs slightly and lays down on her stomach, ass gloriously up in the air. God I'm so turned on at this point all I want to do is slam my cock inside her and pound away. I move up behind her and start rubbing my cock along her wet pussy. In a little girl voice she breathes into the phone "Mmmmm baby, I want to fuck him now. Can I? Can I fuck him? Can I have his cock, please baby?" I take my time. This is fucking hot. I play my role in this, whatever it is. But it's got me steaming hot with this sexy little fucking slut on her knees, my cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy, begging her husband to let her feel my cock. "Ohhh yeah he's rubbing it on me.... God I want it, Please honey!" I stop moving and line up my cock, leaning slightly up and over, grabbing her hips. Perfect position to slam it in. Oh damn she is so hot and wet. This is going to be so good. "Yeah honey, He's about to fuck me baby. He's about to fuck me!" She squeals out. I steady my cock and thrust it in. "Ahhhhhhhhh" she groans out loud. God hot tight wet nasty naughty little pussy I'm now fucking. Mmmmmm slam slam slam. She's moaning this high pitched moan over and over. "Oh oh oh oh." In between thrusts and gasps she gasps out: "Oh" "God" "Honey" "He's" "Fucking" "Meeeeeeeeeeeeeee" I'm ramming my whole body down and into her, pounding her into the bed. Naughty little slut deserves to get fucked hard. "Ahhh he's all the way inside. God yes he's fucking me baby!" Thrust thrust thrust. She's moaning and gasping and grunting more than anything, slamming her hips back at me. "Ohhhhh baby. Ohhhh his cock feels so fucking good!" "Fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee!" We are both breathing ragged gasps. Groaning, moaning. She can hardly get out more than a high pitched moan over and over into the phone. "Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh. Fuck. Me. God. Oh. Baby. He's. fucking. me. soooooo good." I have to slow down... I don't think I can last much longer if I keep this up. Slower, deeper, grinding it inside her. Now she has a deep low throaty voice "Ohhhhhh god I wish you could see this. Oh I love feeling his cock, honey. I love fucking it. I want it to keep fucking me and fucking me baby." We are building now, more intense. "Oh he's going to make me cum... oh yeah he's gonna make me cum all over his cock baby, oooooohhhh fuck yeah!" She starts slamming against me. Christ I can't take it. This whole thing has been too much, so fucking hot and nasty. I need to cum with her. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum too," I groan out "Yeahhh baby he's going to cum, he's going to cum inside me baby... oooooohhhhhh god!" she ends it with a shriek and her hot pussy clamping around my cock. She's shaking and screaming all over my cock. That's it. My cock swells up and I feel it throbbing. Fuck yeah Fuck yeah. "Ahhhhhhh god!" I yell out as my cock throbs and spews out hot cum inside her over and over, my body tensed up like a spring. "Fuuuck Yessss!" My cock still flexing, all the cum drained out of it. Our breathe ragged and panting. My strength drains out of me. She's still moaning lowly. We collapse next to each other. "God baby. That felt so good." she says into the phone but looking straight at me. I smile at her. "Call you later," she breathes into the phone and closes it. She rolls over to me. "That was unbelievable. Thank You." She says. "Now rest up so we can do it again". The Phone Call This is My second submission. I got no feedback on my first story other then 4 out of 5 stars so I kept this as a first person narrative of a night between a man and a woman from the mans perspective. I hope you enjoy. ______________________________ It's a nice fall night. The cool air rushes in the open bedroom windows. You had called home earlier and told me you had to work late. I fed the children, suffered through some math homework, and got the showered and in bed at a reasonable time. They had asked to stay up late to see you but it was just getting too late. It's Friday and they will see you all weekend. I made up a dinner plate for you and left it covered and on the counter, then I went up to our room and showered and put some music on. I was not planning on being awake when you came home but I just couldn't fall asleep. You come in the house with a bang but soon realize that there is a good chance everyone is asleep at this late hour and you are not heard again until I hear the creek of our bedroom door opening. You see right away that I am awake and you start to vent about your day. You flop down in the big chair in the corner of the room so that you don't fall over taking your shoes off. I come over to the hassock and sit in front of you as you talk. You take advantage of this and ask me to rub your feet. I do not have a foot fetish but I also have no problem rubbing your feet when ever put to the task. I love to just be near you and touch you. I am amazed that you just put in almost 15 hours at work and still smell so good. You lean your head back in the chair like you are going to go to sleep and close your eyes while I rub my thumb deep into your arches. My hands feel so rough compared to you silky pantyhose. Then, like a dagger, your phone rings... it's your work. I don't pay attention to the conversation I just keep rubbing your foot. I take the palm of my hand and press it into the ball of your foot bending it back and stretching all the muscles. You look me in the eye and nod to let me know that what I am doing is helping and feels good. I did not intend for this to get sexual but as I sit there I cannot ignore the fact that your other foot is sitting in my lap resting gently on my penis. I am also getting a peek up your skirt as I move your foot and leg around. You slide down in the chair causing your skirt to rise even higher and I am not convinced that this was by accident. Everything is starting to come together. I can smell your sexy perfume, feel the heat from your tired body, and getting flashes up your skirt, what else am I going to do? I start to get really turned on. I am only human. I switch feet and this time I place your foot directly on my growing member. I take the other one in my hands and start my normal procedure but then I rub a little further up the ankle. You don't resist so I get a braver and venture up the calf. Your muscles there are very tense and the attention feels good. Then I kiss the soul of your foot and you jump a little bit. You look at me and shake your head no but I kiss it again. This time I take a little flesh into my mouth and drag my teeth along as I move away. You tell the person on the phone to hold on a second and you ask me to "Stop that" I stop massaging you completely and fake like I am getting up to walk away. You say "no not that, kissing my feet." I say ok and take my place again. You start up your conversation again like it never stopped and this time I take your foot and kiss your ankle bone. You just roll your eyes at me knowing that I am incorrigible. I work my way up your leg kissing and licking your stocking leg. When I reach the hem line of your skirt I switch feet and give the other leg a similar treatment. This time I am a little more aggressive with my tongue and you pull away a few times like you want me to stop but you at no point get up and walk away so I continue. This time when I reach your knee I raise your leg high up in the air. This causes your skirt to go up even higher and gives me access to the soft area in the back of your knee. I kiss and lick this area and you try to muffle a squeal. I kiss down the underside of your thigh and I am pushing your skirt higher with my chin as I go. When I get close enough to the point where your leg is no longer your leg but I am almost kissing your ass, I move your leg way out and kiss up around to the inside. My head is now between your legs right in front of your crotch. There is no denying at this point that you are turned on. I can clearly see my efforts are not being ignored. I grab your hips and move you down until you are almost falling out of the chair and I notice you are still trying to carry on the conversation with whomever it is that called from work. I start to nuzzle and lick through the layers of cloth. Then I have an idea. I bite the pantyhose and pull back a little bit pulling them away from your body as I do so. Then I reach up with my hand and force a finger through the material. It tears away easily and you gasp a little bit when you hear the sound of the material ripping. I wonder if the person on the other end of the phone has any clue what is going on. I also wonder just how much attention you are able to withstand before you are forced to end the conversation. I reach up with my other hand and pull the gusset of your panties to one side, returning to my task but this time my lips and tongue are in direct contact with your skin. You taste so good. I suck on you like I am trying to get orange juice out of an orange without breaking the peal. You wrap your legs around my head and raise your hips up off of the chair in ecstasy. I lick your full length then concentrate on your clit and you start to buck a little bit. I know that you are already having an orgasm and I can't remember being this turned on fully dressed in a long time. I can feel my cock straining against my clothes begging to be let out. I can tell by the sound of your voice that the call is coming to an end. I want to see your eyes so I come up from my perch just in time to hear you say, "I am really sorry I brought that file home with me. Yes, I will be up for a little while yet. No, it's not a problem just stop by on your way home and I will have it ready. See you in about 20 then... ok bye." Click... You drop the phone on the floor and take my head in both your hands and tell me that your boss is on his way over so I only have 20 minutes to make you cum again. With that you kiss me and walk over to the bed, shedding your skirt completely on the way. You look so erotic standing there in your white button down blouse and ripped pantyhose. You lie down on the bed and move the pillows under your head. You start to unbutton your shirt and I am still frozen in the moment. You tell me I better hurry and I snap out of my daze and undress on my way to the bed. I take up a position between your legs and I kiss you hard. Our lips are trying to pull each other closer. I am about to enter you when you break the kiss and push my shoulders away from you. "I didn't say make you cum, I said make me cum" then your hand firmly on the top of my head pushes me down back between your legs. I sneak a few licks at your nipple on my way down. They are just sticking out past the cups of your bra. I reach your belly button and kiss all over your stomach as I reach down and start to slide your panties down. You remind me that we don't have much time and I better finish what I have started. Without any obstruction I am able to do my best work. You are moaning and moving around almost right away. I feel rushed playing your little game. There has to be about 15 minutes left and I still want to make love. I attack your clit with my lips and I start to hum. It almost sounds like you are crying and I know you have to be cumming now. Before you get a chance to stop me, I move up and bury my cock deep within you. This time there is no protest. I start to push in and out but I know time is short and I want to try to make you cum again. I grab my shaft at the base and pull up on it as I pull out. This makes the head drag over your G spot every time I thrust. Your eyes are closed and your hands are mauling your breast. At first I thought maybe you were just trying to hold them from bouncing but now I clearly see you pulling on your nipples. I lean down and kiss you and I tell you I am close to coming. Without opening your eyes you tell me you want me to cum on your chest. I can only do as I am asked so after a few more thrusts I pull out and you grab my cock and start stroking it fast and hard. As I start to spurt you take aim at each nipple trying to distribute the cum evenly. Then to my surprise you push me back down and tell me you want just a little more. I have never refused you anything in the bedroom so I settle back down between your legs and this time resume eating you with more love and attention then rushed passion. I look up at you and you are still pinching and pulling you cum soaked breasts. Rubbing the cum all over your chest then licking it off your fingers. After a few minutes of this I am thinking to myself that either your boss is late or he is waiting outside wondering where you are at. When most of the cum is gone from your tits and you are settling down like you are about to go to sleep I ask you if maybe you should get cleaned up before your boss gets here. You chuckle and ask, "Did you really fall for that? He hung up about 5 minutes before I said that. I was just playing the game you started." Relieved, I move up next to you on the bed and drape my right arm and leg over your heaving body. I plant little kisses on your neck, ear, and check bone. I guess I deserved that... But I am glad you like to play. The Phone Call John sat at his desk working, it was almost five in the afternoon and the office was getting ready to clear out for the day. His day had been rather busy and the fatigue was setting in. He could feel the weariness in his eyes every time he had to focus on his computer screen. He was finishing up a spreadsheet for a possible client when his cell phone rang, "Hello?" "John?" a female voice said in askance. "Speaking," his mind started to wonder why this woman's was so familiar to him when she answered the mystery for him. "This is your Princess John," it was a voice that he had heard over and over again in recordings he had purchased. When things got a little hectic he sought an escape. He found the escape within the fetish of erotic hypnosis. He often wondered why it was that particular fetish that had so tantalized him but always came up empty on the reason. "Oh...um...hello," he felt something he could only characterize as nerves as their conversation started to form. "Hello back John," her voice had a throaty quality to it. The best description for it in John's mind was simply sexy. "I was just calling to thank you for purchasing my recordings. I know you haven't reached out to me after all this time so I thought I should reach out and thank you." "Well...you're welcome," John answered before catching himself," I guess I should be thanking you as well for the escape you provide me." "Is that why you buy them? I thought it might be you just like my legs, or my eyes, or to hear my seductive whispers," John listened and realized she was reeling off the themes to the recordings he had purchased. "I just really wanted a brief escape," cursing himself for his fatigue again he quickly added," but yes they are great, you're quite good at the recordings and a very pretty woman." "Just an escape? Are you sure it's not too late?" Her question gave John pause. "Um...too late for what?" John wondered where this was going but he was starting to get an idea. "How do you feel when you think about my legs? My eyes? Do my whispers haunt your dreams?" John thought about it and felt the same tingling sensations, albeit muted, he got when listening to the recordings. John did not answer right away so Princess continued, " well it seems they do give you pause John. Maybe you feel a little tingle run through your body. All my triggers are in there, they're in your head. Legs in stockings, eyes that trap you." John finally found his voice, "well they do I just really need it for an escape," John felt he should be worried he responded to her in such a way but stayed on the phone. "I think you want more of this John," she continued, " I think you crave my voice. How many times have you masturbated thinking of me? Tell me?" "I am not sure," John answered before he realized he had and heard a soft giggle on the other side of the phone in response. "I thought as much. Was it at my feet...no I bet it was fucking me wasn't it? Your submissive but I doubt that kind of submissive." John could not believe what he was hearing, not so much what she said but that she had guessed correctly. "Answer me John." "Yes," John responded and started to wonder why he was having this conversation. "Your cock is probably already getting pretty hard John," as she said it John noticed he was forming a pretty healthy erection," but don't let that bother you. We are just going to make sure you really understand what it is you have been doing when you seek you're escape." "What is that?" he asked. "Princess," she said. "Um...what is that Princess," he realized she wished to be addressed by her name. "It's always Princess John. That's better I am pleased," John felt a wave rush over him as she told him she was pleased. "See how good it feels when you please me John, you just gush with pleasure. You become happier knowing I am pleased." John feeling his cock throb started to realize somewhere in his mind she was hypnotizing him but he could not come up with a reason to stop. "Why have you wasted all this time just listening to my recordings when you could have been making me happy all the time? You could feel like this all the time John. Do you like this feeling?" "Yes," was the word that came out of his mouth. He was getting turned on more and more. Deep down he knew the feeling. It was the feeling he went searching for when he found her recordings online. He was a feeling of arousal and lethargy. A feeling of surrender. "You're surrendering your will to me now John," the waves of pleasure were running through him steadily," and you can think of nothing but my voice and how good it feels to please me. I am your Princess and you are my subject John. You do whatever it takes to please me." His cock was pulsing in his pants and he just listened as her voice droned on in his mind," where are you John?" she asked. "Sitting at my desk Princess," he answered unwaveringly. "Do you have a computer?" "Yes Princess." "Oh that's so wonderful baby," John felt a pulse through his cock as she gushed with joy," I want you to go to my website John." John logged into internet explorer and typed in the website address he knew by heart," you love talking to me don't you John?" "Yes Princess." "And you want to please me don't you John?" "Yes Princess." "What would you do if you thought I needed help paying for my school John?" "Give you money Princess," John's responses came without hesitation as his mind remained clouded with pleasure. "Oh that makes me so happy to hear John," a soft moan of pleasure escaped John's lips," now I think you know you can give me a tribute on my website don't you John?" "Yes Princess," he let out between breaths. "Go to my tribute page John. That's right do what you know makes you feel so wonderful John. Pay tribute to your Princess," John's hand moved the mouse and clicked on the tribute button. He entered his credit card information," I hear you entering your tribute John. Feel the pleasure building as you come to understand how happy you are going to make me by sending tribute." John's breathing was growing quicker and quicker as he entered his zip code and then found the next page. His account number, the expiration, each filled out blank made the feeling intensify. His cocked throbbed over and over again. "The pressure is building John. It's too much to take. You want to explode for me. Do it John. Click the submit payment button and explode for your Princess," as John depressed the button on the mouse he felt his cock explode and the cum pumping out of him. His hips were thrusting back and forth in the seat of his desk chair. The waves of pleasure we so intense his moans were at least an octave higher than his normal tone. "That's it John," she cooed," your letting it all out and surrendering it to me." John's breathing started to slow and as his mind started to clear he felt grateful and appalled at the same time. Wondering why he had done what he did. "John you have done so well for me. We can have these conversations more often. You can do nice things for me. I know you are starting to feel the let down after the amazing orgasm I just gave you but just think how good it feels knowing I have control of your cock." Her statement made John begin to get horny all over again. "My legs control your cock John. My eyes control you through your cock. My whispers make you cum uncontrollably over and over again and you love me for it don't you?" "Yes Princess." "That's a good pet. I expect to hear from you soon and all the nice things you have done for me in between." The phone went dead and all John could wonder is how he was going to get to his car without anyone noticing the huge wet spot on the front of his pants. The Phone Call The Phone Call -- True Story The room was hot and our bodies were slick with sweat as we moved against each other, him rising up to meet my thrusts me driving down in to his slick, hot, tight hole. The room smelled of sex, sweat and poppers. And the sounds of sex too. I could barely believe that this almost boy was so raunchy, so sexual and so predatory in his passivity. I was on holidays in Los Angeles visiting friends and family. I'd been there before a number of times so I wasn't hitting the usual tourist traps. I was mainly spending time visiting with people, good friends I hadn't seen in too long and reconnecting with family instead of the usual emails and phone calls. I was staying in a hotel in West Hollywood. Why there? Well it was about halfway between my family and my friends (I didn't stay with the family though they had room as I like to have my own space and time) and I knew the area. I'd been out for a nice meal in a small Italian place just down the road. There is little that is as relaxing as having a leisurely dinner with friends, a few glasses of wine and being able to sit outside in the warm summers evening, especially coming from the chill, rain damped nights in Dublin. After they left citing babysitters and work responsibilities I strolled back toward my hotel, stopping in a bar for a couple of slow drinks, enjoying watching all the people pass and the other customers flirt with each other. Soon I'd had enough though and I walked the short distance back to the hotel determined to get a reasonably early night. I had promised to take my niece to the aquarium the next day in return for her promising to pet a shark. She was a barrel of energy and I really didn't need a hangover since keeping up with her would be hard enough. My hotel was nothing special, just the usual anonymous glass and concrete building but it was comfortable, the air conditioning worked (a blessing in the heat of the night) and the bed was good and big and the mattress good and firm. I stripped off and showered, opened a cold bottle of beer (my last of the night I promised myself) and sat down with my book. The book wasn't good but it was all I had left to read and I really didn't feel like cranking up my laptop so soon I was bored and the beer was finished. Finish the chapter then get some sleep that was the plan. Then the phone rang. I jumped, startled at the sound, terrible thoughts running through my head as they do late at night when the phone rings before I realized anyone ringing me would have rung my mobile (cell phone to my American friends). "Hello" "Is John there?" "No you've a wrong room number mate" "Oh sorry about that, never mind him how are you?" "Fine thanks, was just on my way to bed" "Really? Least I didn't wake you. Anyway why are you going to bed so soon, the night is young, people to meet, drinks to be drunk blah blah blah you know?" We chatted for a bit, small talk really but he was funny, I was bored and fully awake and slowly getting intrigued. Slowly, ever so slowly the conversation turned on hints, innuendo. Phrases like him saying he was bottoming out after an evening on the tear with a bunch of straights (emphasizing bottom and straights) and me responding in kind that I was feeling on top form. All the time we were both getting more intrigued, more interested until he flat out asked me what I looked like. I told him, truthfully, I was 30, about 5'10" fairly slim, smooth and shaven and only wearing a towel. (And by this time after all the innuendo and smutty references the towel was more hanging on me than me wearing it). He described himself and he sounded the stuff of fantasies. "20, 5' 6", lean, muscled, shaved everywhere, passive and horny as hell". I think I moaned slightly, I know my left hand was cupping and stretching my heavy balls. He giggled, not like a girl, more mischievously told me he was clean, his room number and he was waiting, hoping. The phone went dead. I looked at it, actually looked at it. I couldn't believe it though obviously my cock could. I barely even thought and jumped in the shower again making sure I was clean all over. I put my leather cockring on, threw on a pair of jeans and a shirt, grabbed my lube, a cold six pack from the (tiny) fridge and put a fresh bottle of poppers in my pocket. My heart was pounding as I walked to the lift and my cock was throbbing. The only blessing was that the shower had calmed me enough for it to drop to half mast though there was still a respectable bulge in my jeans and I could feel a nice string of pre-cum against my thigh. I stood outside the door for a minute. Could it be a joke? Some kid messing late at night? Fuck it I thought, no one knows me here, what have I got to lose? Taking a deep breath I knocked, just as I knocked I noticed the door was open, barely a crack but still open. A voice called out, his voice, "Come in, it's open, I was hoping you'd show". I pushed the door open in to the darkened room. He'd pulled the curtains only leaving a crack to let the night light in. The room was dim, almost black but I knew my eyes would adjust and I'd see just fine. I let the door shut behind me as I stepped further in to the room till I saw the bed and then him, sitting at the desk facing the door. He was naked, his hard cock standing proud. As promised he was hairless, excited and looked younger than his years. Except for the way he was exhibiting himself, his very obvious excitement, I would have though he looked innocent. I put the beer, poppers and lube down on the desk. As I did he looked at me, thanked me for the beer and knelt in front of me. His hands tore at the buttons on my fly releasing my smooth cock. Gently he grasped my shaft in one hand while he tugged at my hairless balls with his other. He moaned softly as his tongue darted out to lick my cock head clean of the pre-cum. I reached down, my hands running through his hair as his mouth engulfed my cock. I pulled his head back to his obvious displeasure as his tongue darted at my cock, my hands grabbing him by the hair. "Really how old are you?". I needed to know, he looked just too young even if I wasn't sure I could resist. "I'm 20 like I said and I can prove it if you really want me too but what I want right now is your big, hard cock and your cum. I'm just your sweet, nasty, little bitchboy who wants to be face fucked and ass fucked and you know you want to do it to me". With that his hands grasped my ass and pulled my cock into his mouth. I felt his tongue swirl around my cockhead as he swallowed my precum and felt more than heard my own groan of pleasure. He was good, better than good and obviously far more experienced then he looked. His eyes darted up to mine as he pulled away for a minute before softly say how he loved the taste of precum. Suddenly he drove down onto my cock and swallowed me whole, taking me in all the way down his throat. I could feel his breath against my crotch as the last inch of me went into his warm, inviting mouth. He was gifted and beautiful and I knew I couldn't hold out for long with the assault his mouth and throat was making on my cock. I started to face fuck him just like he wanted. Grabbing and pulling at his hair. Forcing his head up and down on me, pulling his mouth and throat around my hard, smooth shaft. I nearly roared as I came. Sensations seemed to overcome me for a moment as I shot first one then a second stream of hot cum down his throat. I pulled back a little to fill his mouth as he tried to swallow my seed. Try was all he could do as his mouth overflowed and some cum dripped down his chin and onto his nipple. I saw all this as his mouth and throat worked overtime and thought it would be a little treat for myself in a minute. All too soon I was spent, drained for the moment though he still looked adorable kneeling naked and smooth in front of me, panting, rock hard and dripping. I stepped out of my jeans and pulled my shirt off and dragged him up on his feet. Again I grabbed the back of his head, held him, looked into his eyes for just a second before I mashed my lips against his. He was at least as good a kisser as he was a sucker and our tongues darted against each others as I sought out he last remaining drops of my cum in his mouth. I loved the mix of my cum and his saliva in tasted through the hot, wet, inviting hole that I had just cum in. I dropped him onto the bed and fell on top of him, our tongues still darting at one anothers. Slowly, teasingly I licked my way down his body. I kissed, sucked and bit his nipples tasting my cum that had fallen there and dragging moans from him. He arched his back trying to get more of him into my mouth as my hands ran down his hairless, smooth as silk flanks pulling and pinching his asscheeks. I worked my way down his belly feeling his hands caress my head and hearing his low, guttural moans and whispered injunctions of Oh Daddy. I reached his cock, smooth and hard, glistening with precum and his balls tight in their sack. It was about 6 inches long, slender, leaking precious juices. I swallowed him as he had me. He tasted warm and slick as he bucked into my mouth. I let him move as my finger pinched and prodded and pulled at his ass, pulling him further into me, swallowing his essence as it leaked from him. My fingers found his hole and as I teased it his came in great spitting gobs of cum. He tasted as good as he looked and I swallowed not losing a drop. He collapsed back onto the bed and I dropped down beside him. Nothing was said for a few minutes, we were both recovering, basking in the aftermath of an intensity I had rarely felt. "Shit that was fucking good" I said still panting slightly for breath as hands gently stroked me. We talked quietly for a minute or two before I stood up. "You're not going yet are you?" he asked with a slight tremor in his voice. There wasn't any way I leaving yet at least not before round two and hopefully three. I stood leaning against the desk, opened a beer and told him the night was young and his ass was mine for that night at least. He took a beer for himself and grinned an impish grin. "Good because I want more of that cock and I think you know where I want it". With that he moved to his jeans and took out a small box, opened it and lit up a joint. We smoked the joint, drank a beer and recovered. I was feeling more relaxed than I had been in a long while. The beer was finished, the joint was smoked, we were both feeling the effects and out cocks were rising once again. I put my bottle down and told him, ordered him to get on the bed. With a gleam in his eye he obeyed laying down on his front, that glorious ass of his sticking up in the air facing me. If he wiggled it I thought to myself he was in serious trouble. And he did. I smacked it, good and hard, right on the right cheek seeing a satisfying redness appear. "Did I tell you to lay on your front and stick your ass ass in the air? Well did I boy?" I smacked his other cheek just as I finished speaking. He moaned, positively moving himself to get another spanking while saying "sorry Sir ". I gave him another one just to see his beautiful ass move before forcing him onto his back and pushing his legs back towards his head. Damn he was flexible. I sucked and licked my way down and around his smooth balls. Sucking one then the other into my mouth, lathering them with my saliva. I could feel his scrotum tighten and his cock get even harder if that was possible. I looked up to see his head thrown back on the pillows and his cockhead leaking precum. Quickly I darted my tongue down to his hole. I was smooth and hairless and clean and tasted great. His moans increased as I ate his ass. Running my tongue all around the outside of his chute before driving it in. He bucked his ass onto my face trying to get more of me in him. I would lick all around him before forcing my tongue inside of him. My hand reached out to grab the lube and poppers. Taking a deep snort (got to love the rush) I passed him the bottle. As he took along, deep hit I poured some lube onto his whole though truth be told after the rimming he was open and wet. As the popper rush hit us I slid first one then a second finger into him. Sliding my fingers in and out I eased his hole open further till soon I added a third. I bent my fingers as they slid in and rubbed his prostrate dragging a deeper moan out of his throat and a long, pearly string of precum from his cock. With my other hand I smeared his cock with the mixture of my own precum and his, lubing it so it slid through my hand with each thrust he made back onto my fingers. I pulled my fingers out with a slight popping, squelch and grabbed the poppers. Taking a long, deep hit in both nostrils I gave him the bottle till he sniffed deeply. He was sliding his slick ass up and down my cock murmuring for me to give it too him. He was right on the edge and so was I by this time. I watched as his most intimate hole opened and closed inviting me in. As it opened I placed my cock against it and pushed. I didn't slam into him, not yet, just pushed with a constant pressure till my inflamed head popped. I rested there for a second teasing both him and me before I grabbed his hips and continued my way into his warmth. All too soon my whole 7 inches was inside him, his slick ass right up against me. I pulled out nearly completely marveling at the sight of my cock sliding out of him. Again I slid my length into him feeling his hotness surround me. His moans were driving me insane with lust and his tight, hot hole driving me to the brink. I started to fuck him properly with long slow strokes. Sliding in and out. He was totally open now. The sheen of sweat on both our bodies glistened in the faint light. I pulled out totally before slamming into him again and again. We were both on the edge, ready to cum but holding off so we could have more of the pleasure. I grabbed his legs and pulled bending him back over himself as I resumes fucking him. I could feel my cock rubbing his prostrate each time I slid my way inside. A long, thick strand of precum started to fall from his beautiful cock. Holding him I aimed it at his mouth watching it fall as he waited with his tongue out to taste himself. He practically sucked it into him and I bent over to kiss him, to taste him again. That set me off. There was no holding back now and I piled my cock in and out of his hole. My strokes got shorter. The noise of our moans and the smell of sex filled the room. Suddenly he groaned, threw his head deep into the pillows and shot his cum over himself. Some I knew ended up in his mouth, some on his face and the rest on his chest. That set me off. I couldn't hold back any longer and with a final grunt I slammed my 7 inches deep inside him and came. I shot two thick, hard streams of cum deep in his bowels before I pulled out The third shot covered his cock and balls and finally I was able to jam my cock into his open mouth. There was so much cum from both of us he couldn't swallow it all. As my cock stopped shooting I wiped up as much as I could see and fed it too him. I collapsed on top of him. We kissed tasting our mingled juices, swapping it between our mouths. Our bodies sliding over each other from our sweat and cum. Eventually I lay back on the bed, drained utterly, satisfied like I hadn't been for a very long time. It was late, later than I expected but I knew we'd have round three. The Phone Call Janette had a trying day at work. She came home feeling frustrated and out of sorts but didn't know what to do about it. She didn't feel like cooking dinner for Allan, so she just sat on the sofa with a drink and listlessly thumbed through a magazine. Allan was due home in a half hour and she would deal with dinner then. She was about through with the scotch and soda when the phone rang. "Damn", she thought, "another stupid solicitor." She answered the phone in a gruff manner and was surprised to hear a mysterious, commanding voice. "Take careful note of what I say, and follow my orders perfectly. When I hang up, go to the bedroom and remove all of your clothing. Go to your lingerie drawer, select your most feminine undergarment and put it on. Select a pair of white ankle socks with a lacy ruffle and a pair of red high heel shoes and put those on. Go to the Special Drawer and get a blindfold, a large dildo, leather wrist cuffs, a 12" chain and two locks. Insert the dildo and make sure it is firmly held in place by the undergarment. Go out to the sofa in the living room, sit down and put on the blindfold. Lock yourself in the wrist cuffs with the 12" chain behind you. Wait for further orders." The mysterious caller then hung up. By the time the phone call was over, Janette's heart was beating harder and she felt dizzy and flushed. She felt that she could not resist the orders of the caller. She lowered the phone onto its cradle and dreamily went into the bedroom. Slave Leia began to respond to the Master's wishes. Leia went to her dresser and opened the drawer containing her finest lingerie. She knew just the item the Master had meant. She withdrew the satin and lace teddy and held the sensuous material to her hot cheek. She began to daydream a little but was snapped out of it by the thought of what would happen if the Master found out she was not obeying his orders to the letter. She removed her blouse and skirt and neatly hung them in the closet. Although Leia had a lovely body, her "work" undergarments did nothing to accentuate it. She removed her low-heeled shoes, panty-hose, bra and panties and shivered in the cool afternoon air. As her breasts hung free, she could feel her nipples tingling. But she had no time for marveling at the sensations - her Master might be home any minute. Leia's thoughts were being more focused by the second. She went over to the bed and picked up the teddy. This was a more old-fashioned garment than the current, tight fitting, high-cut teddies you see today. It was made of smooth, white satin with fine red ribbon threaded through the lace on the shoulder straps and bodice. Another red satin ribbon tied at the waist to help define Leia's delicate waist and to highlight her breasts. What made the garment special was the tap pants style legs. They were like a very short skirt that would caress her derriere as she walked yet would provide a little modesty by virtue of the snap crotch. She knew from past experience that the Master enjoyed running his hands up, around and in the open legs, making her tremble with an exposed, vulnerable feeling. As she put on the teddy, she began to experience that wonderful, submissive feeling that came when she wore such clothing. She went to her stocking drawer and took out the ankle socks that the Master had specified. The delicate red ribbon in the lace around the cuff matched the teddy perfectly. She thought it strange that the Master wanted ankle socks, since stockings seemed more appropriate with high heels. She put them on and went to the closet to get her red heels. They were normal dress pumps but she had found some with 4" heels. She put them on and turned to look at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was surprised to see what greeted her. Just a half hour ago she was a reasonably attractive college research assistant and now she was transformed into a feminine, submissive female. The high heels gave her a saucy posture that drew attention to and highlighted her lovely figure. The ankle socks drew her eyes to her delicate ankles and the swell of her calves. The Master was clever in selecting her costume. She realized that she was wasting time. If the Master came home and she wasn't ready, there would be punishments she would have to endure. She went to the Special Drawer and retrieved the items the master wanted. The dildo always looked far too big for her to accept, but it always seemed to be accommodated. She carefully moved aside the crotch of the teddy and slowly inserted the device. By this time Leia had been become very aroused and had no trouble inserting it almost all the way. She shivered with goose bumps since the dildo had not yet warmed to her body temperature. She knew that in a few minutes, the huge member would work itself fully into her. She stretched the teddy crotch and fitted it into the notch the Master had cut into the bottom of the dildo, insuring that it would not be forced out by her involuntary muscle contractions. She went out to the sofa as the Master had ordered. As she walked, she was very aware of the motion her hips imparted to the dildo and it further intensified her arousal. When she got to the sofa, she carefully sat down, allowing the huge device to shift appropriately. She thought about turning on the stereo to help pass the time once she was finished with her preparations, but that was not part of the Master's orders. She arranged the wrist cuffs, locks and chain so she would not have too much trouble confining herself once she was blindfolded. Leia then put on the blindfold her Master had made for her. He was very concerned that it was completely effective, so it had four adjusting straps. The first fastened the blindfold behind her head and she was careful to get the straps snug enough. She also had to be careful and not get her long hair caught in the buckle. Her Master insisted on her hair always being neat and there were specific punishments that covered messy hair. The second strap went over her head and attached to the first strap, preventing the blindfold from slipping down and admitting light from the top. A third, double strap went down both sides of her nose along her cheeks and fastened underneath her chin, preventing the blindfold from moving up and admitting light from the bottom. The last strap connected to the chin strap and fastened behind her neck, preventing the chin strap from slipping forward and losing its effectiveness. When Leia finished adjusting all the straps and making sure her hair was still perfect, she was in total darkness. Her last preparation was to chain her hands behind her back. She knew this was necessary to prevent her from lifting the blindfold to check the clock. She would quickly lose track of the time when she was blindfolded and her Master knew she couldn't be trusted to not peak. The wrist cuffs were simple but effective devices. Each was a leather strap with a metal loop riveted to one end and 4 slots cut in the other end. She wrapped the first cuff around her right wrist and inserted the loop in a slot that produced a secure fit. Using a lock, Leia then locked one end of the chain to the loop, securing the cuff at the same time. When she first had to do this blindfolded, she had lots of trouble, but over the past few months had gotten very adept at it. Locking the second cuff could be a little more difficult, since her hands were now behind her back, but since the Master had specified a 12" chain, Leia had little trouble with her final task. Now all she had to do was wait. In the darkness of the blindfold, the sensations she was experiencing were enhanced to the point where she could think of nothing else. In a normal situation, she would have been distinctly uncomfortable. Her high heels imposed their will upon her feet, forcing them into a high arch. The dildo exerted a unique pressure all its own, filling her with its unyielding shape. With her hands chained behind her back, she had to sit forward at a slight angle that forced the base of the dildo to press on her clitoris. Any movement that she made, any squirming, rewarded her with a higher plateau of arousal as the satin of her teddy caressed her erect nipples. The air in the house was still cool causing occasional shivers to course through her. After awhile, she could feel the straps of her blindfold resisting the pulsing of her blood. Time seemed to go very slowly, making it seem like hours since her Master had imposed his will on her. The frustrations of her day seemed to recede into the distant past. Soon, she stopped noticing the coolness of the house as her own sexual heat began to radiate from within her. She was ready for anything her Master wished to do to her. Although Leia felt that it was hours since the phone call, it was only 30 minutes. Shortly after Allan called, he left work and began his 10 mil commute. By the time he pulled into the drive-way, he had mentally transformed himself from the mild-mannered aerospace engineer to Leia's Master. They had a very good marriage, living the ideal of a modern day couple, sharing their lives equally with mutual respect. However, every so often they felt the need to enact the roles of dominant male and submissive female. This was their secret life and it made dealing with the modern world much easier. There was no formal time they did this - they just seemed to know when the other was ready for a special night at home. Most times, they both felt the need at the same time, as if they had a special telepathic ability. This was one of those days. The Master When Allan quietly entered the house it was dark. Leia had begun her preparations at dusk and had not turned on any lights. He could see her outline on the sofa and stood and watched for a few minutes. He could see her move a little every so often and could tell she was deeply into her submissive role. She would moan sometimes, probably from the friction of the dildo on her clitoris. The Master entered the room. "Are you ready to submit?" Leia almost fainted from the surprise of hearing her Master. She trembled and whispered a faint, "Yes, Master". "Stand". Leia had to turn sideways to get enough leverage to rise on her high heels. As she did, the dildo shifted within her and she almost had an orgasm. The Master sensed this and noted that he must be careful to avoid an early release of her aroused state. As she stood, she had trouble getting a sense of balance and the Master had to support her. As he held her arms firmly in his hands, he pulled her toward him and kissed her gently on her lips. Her moaning prompted him to let her lean on his chest while he ran his hands over the satin teddy she wore. She knew he would reach underneath and caress her smooth thighs and bottom but he purposely withheld that pleasure - for the time being. "Present yourself to me in a proper slave posture". Leia stood as straight as she could, exaggerating the delightful curve of the small of her back imposed by her high heels. The Master walked around, admiring the way her costume accentuated her charms. While she maintained her position, he went into the bedroom and changed into his grey velour robe. When he returned, Leia was as he left her. She knew there were punishments for breaking a slave posture before her Master released her from it. "There will be three punishments tonight. You have earned them by failing to provide a proper breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day and you have endangered your Master in your failing". Janette almost broke out laughing at the silliness of that statement, but the slave Leia knew there would be serious repercussions in such an act. "Yes, Master. I beg forgiveness, Master." "You may beg forgiveness after the punishments have been carried out". "Yes, Master". The Master went into the bedroom and opened the Special Drawer. He removed a black leather collar that matched the wrist cuffs Leia was wearing. He also retrieved the keys to the wrist cuff locks from their hiding place. He went back to Leia and removed the wrist cuffs she had locked on herself. She did not move her arms, since she was still in the slave posture and it didn't matter whether she was bound or not, she must not move. The Master took her wrists and put them in the small of her back so that they were parallel to each other. He then took one of the wrist cuffs and wrapped it around both wrists and put the last slot over the metal loop. The cuffs were designed to be big enough to contain one or both wrists. One end of the chain was locked on the cuff, securing Leia's hands behind her back perfectly. She could move them up or down a little, but the width and tightness of the cuff prevented her wrists from moving too far out of parallel. Leia was told to lift her head. The Master then gently placed the 3" wide collar strap around her neck and fastened it with the loop under her hair. Leia shivered when the leather touched her neck. She was always fearful of anything around her throat, which made the collar a powerful fetish for the Master. Its width restricted her head movements and she became very still so that she would not feel its presence too much. This was all in vain, since the Master then raised the other end of the chain connected to her wrist cuff and locked it on the collar loop. The chain was just long enough to raise her wrists above the parallel. She would have to hold them in this position to prevent pulling on the collar. She also had to lean back a little for prevent the cold chain from touching her exposed back. The Master enjoyed this position because Leia would invariably let the chain brush against her which would cause her to jerk her hands down and pull on the collar. It would take her a few moments to regain control of herself when this happened. This was then a good time for the Master to begin to caress her satin- covered body and probe beneath the legs of her teddy. Soon Leia was begging the Master to stop. She was ready for her first punishment. The Punishments The Master led Leia over to the banister for the stairway leading to the basement. The banister acts as a room divider and has 2" posts supporting a 6" wide top railing. Leia was told to kneel in front of the banister. With her wrists bound, the Master had to help her. He then helped her lie down on her stomach perpendicular to the banister with her knees bent and her lower legs against one of the banister uprights. The Master went into the utility room to get some 1/4" clothesline that he had recently washed in fabric softener. Before he applied the rope, he removed Leia's high heels and ankle socks. He then began binding her legs to the upright, using 6 turns of the rope at her knees, mid-calf and ankles. Leia's feet were splayed to either side of the post, which looked very untidy. To remedy this, the Master took a white shoelace and bound Leia's big toes together and then to the post. Since Leia was very ticklish, this caused her to do much squirming. "Now you're first punishment will begin". The Master had stopped at a craft store on the way home and had purchased a large peacock feather. He began gently caressing her body with the feather. Her upper arms, her back, her thighs, her buttocks all received its attention. The Master could tell that Leia had guessed the true nature of her punishment because she began to beg not to have her feet tickled. As immobile as they were, she felt she could not stand to be tickled there. But Masters must be firm and the punishment was delivered. Leia completely forgot about her sensitive neck as she frantically tried to reach her feet with her hands to protect them, but of course, her bondage was perfect. Although the Master only punished her for a few minutes, it seemed like an eternity to Leia. All her squirming caused the legs of her teddy to ride up on her bottom and expose the lower half of her sensitive bottom cheeks. The Master took this as a hint and began to spank Leia. After each slap, she would reflexively contract her buttocks which had the direct result of causing her to clench on the dildo. After 10 hits, the Master could tell Leia was about to make herself come, so he ended the first punishment and allowed Leia to regain her composure. After a period of rest, the Master unbound his slave's legs from their post. He gently helped her to the sofa where he removed her dildo. This naturally had to be done slowly and carefully, with much twisting. Her arms were left bound and her blindfold was not removed. "Please, Master, make me come now". "A slave does not determine her own destiny". "Yes, Master". The aroused slave was taken down to the basement for her next punishment. The Master had to carefully help her down the stairs since she was still blindfolded and bound and a little wobbly. She was taken to the= Master's workshop where her wrist cuff and collar were removed. "May a slave hug her Master?" "Yes". Leia happily wrapped her arms around her Master and raised her lips to be kissed. The Master obliged her simple request and hugged her tightly. The Master could tell that Leia deeply desired to service him, but knew that he must be firm in the punishments lest the slave loose respect. After an appropriate time, the Master signaled for the hug to end. "Hold out your hands with your wrists together". "Yes, Master". The Master took the soft belt from his robe and proceeded to bind his slave's wrists. He wrapped the belt snuggly around her wrists four times and then cinched the turns by taking two wraps perpendicular to the first four. This tightened the turns and left some space between her wrists. Even though the material was soft, Leia was firmly bound. Next the Master took some 3/8" nylon rope and tied it to the belt between her wrists. The other end of the rope was passed through an eyehook in the ceiling, pulled tight and fastened. Leia's arms were not stretched tightly, but she was very vulnerable and helpless. With her arms upraised, her breasts were cleanly defined by the smooth satin of her teddy. This position also exposed the lower parts of her bottom to whatever ministrations the Master desired. "The slave was very noisy during her first punishment. To prevent a repetition of this behavior, the slave will be gagged during her second punishment. To prepare the slave for future service, a dildo gag will be used". The dildo gag was custom made by the Master. It had a wide leather strap that could be secured behind the slave's head. A 2" long piece of dildo was affixed to the middle of the strap. Once fastened on Leia, she was effectively silenced, only able to moan incoherently. The strap covered her lips and the dildo held her mouth open and kept the strap from slipping up or down. Leia didn't like this gag very much because it made her jaws ache after awhile, but she new it was a good stretching exercise that would pay off later when the Master allowed her to service him. After securing the gag, the Master got a 2' by 4' piece of 3/4" particle board that had metal loops attached to it at three places; one at each end of the long dimension and one in the middle. He moved the slave back from under the ceiling hook and placed the board directly under it. Leia was then positioned on the board. The Master took the wrist cuffs and attached one to each of Leia's ankles. The 12" chain and another like it where connected to the cuffs with double ended snap hooks. "Spread your legs". Leia spread her legs a little more than a comfortable distance apart. From experience, she knew what her Master desired. The other ends of the chains were then snuggly attached to the loops at the far ends of the board. Leia was now securely fastened in a position of maximum accessibility. To complete the preparations for the second punishment, the Master pulled the overhead rope tight enough to cause Leia to rise on her tip toes. Her heels were no farther off the floor than when she wore her high heel shoes, but of course, they weren't supported. Leia knew that she would soon tire of standing like this, but could do nothing about it. The Phone Call The Master began to caress Leia everywhere. He started at her bound wrists and slowly and lovingly worked his way down her tightly stretched body to the bottoms of her feet. He could see her erect nipples giving mute witness to the sensations she was experiencing. He carefully avoided her most sensitive area, saving that for later. Leia knew her punishment was to become aroused to the point where she would shamelessly beg through her gag to be brought to climax. Knowing this only made it worse. The Master loved to see how close he could get to her sensitive labia without actually touching them. This proved difficult, as Leia would frantically try to position her love nest where she thought he would go next. But the Master was clever and couldn't be tricked. When Leia was aroused to an almost climatic state, the Master stopped and prepared himself for the culmination of this punishment. Leia was moaning and writhing with her needs. The Master was very satisfied with his work so far; Leia's skin was flushed with a sex blush like she never had had before. To finish the punishment, the Master got the electric hand massager and plugged it in. When he turned it on, Leia responded to the familiar sound with increased moaning and writhing. He then completely caressed her entire body with the massager (except for the one important part) and brought her to a frantic peak. Being careful to not touch her clitoris, the Master unsnapped the bottom of the teddy and viewed Leia's swollen and shiny labia. He gently touched her clit with his vibrating fingers and witnessed Leia spasmodically jerk as if an electric shock had gone through her body. He knew she could not hold out much longer and went about fulfilling her. As he rubbed her sex, he could see her take all the weight off her feet so that she was suspended completely by her wrists. He knew that under normal circumstances, this would cause her great discomfort but now it magnified her pleasure tremendously. As she began to come, he buried his hand in her mound and literally grabbed hold of her clitoris. It was lucky that her feet were chained to the board, for she went completely wild and out of control. The Master thought it was probably the longest Leia had ever been orgasmic. Soon she hung limp from her wrists with her head thrown back and began sobbing. The Master quickly unfastened her legs and lowered her gently to the floor. He removed her gag, untied her hands and covered her with a soft down comforter so that she might rest and regain her strength. "The slave has one more punishment". "Oh, Master. I am so tired". The Master knew that this would be the real punishment. She must come again. As Leia rested, the Master prepared the last punishment. He got a 2x4 that would reach between the floor board and the ceiling hook. There was a notch in the bottom that fit over the middle loop of the floor board. When the top was clamped to the ceiling hook, it made a secure bondage post. 1/4" holes were drilled every 3" along the post, allowing eyehooks to be positioned as the Master deemed fit. "The slave will remove her clothing and kneel against the bondage post". "Yes, Master. Please help Leia, since she cannot see". The Master helped Leia out of the teddy and then positioned her on her knees with her back to the post. He crossed her wrists in front of her and fastened the wrist cuff on them. After securing an eyebolt about 6" above her head, he fastened her bound wrists to it. This presented her body in a most attractive manner. She still had a sheen from the perspiration caused by her last punishment. Her hair was damp in places, but that was excusable. The Master took some time out from his work to gently pinch her nipples. Leia moaned softly. She was beginning to get aroused again against her will. "Cross your ankles behind the post". This forced the slave to spread her legs, opening her private region to the whims of her Master. He then took a short belt and a 2" ring, put the ring on the belt and bound Leia's ankles with it. She was now firmly pinioned against the post. To prevent any undue discomfort, the Master had Leia raise each knee while he put a thick foam pad under each one. "Thank you, Master". "Does the slave wish to be gagged?" "No, Master". To prevent the slave from hurting herself, the Master kindly, but not gently, fastened two large belts around Leia's waist and above her breasts. When he pulled them tight, Leia moaned under the pressure of their restraint. She felt as if she was now part of the bondage post, unable to move. But the Master had further delights for her. Another eyebolt was fastened near the first and a longer chain was attached to it with a snap hook. The Master lifted Leia's ankles from the floor and pulled them up until he could see her thigh muscles begin to strain. He connected the loose end of the chain to the ring on her ankle strap with a snap hook, leaving her unable to move her legs and caused her to strain forward against the waist strap. As a crowning touch, the Master took a long, silk scarf and wrapped it around the post and across the helpless slave's mouth. As long as she kept her mouth closed, she would not be gagged, but this fastened her head firmly to the post. The only movement that was not restricted was the helpless fluttering of her hands. The Master knew that Leia must be getting fatigued by now, so decided to reward her with a quick but complete orgasm. Although Leia could not tolerate much pain normally, she relished a certain amount when she was coming. With her breasts exposed and fully displayed by this bondage position, he knew that nipple clamps would be perfect. He had some specially modified clothes pins that had small screws that could adjust the clamping pressure. Leia liked to use them on herself sometimes so the pressure was currently just at her threshold of pain. The Master adjusted the screws just a bit tighter so that she would get the best orgasm possible. He put them aside for the right moment. Leia seemed to be in a dreamy state, experiencing that floating feeling she gets when she is totally bound and helpless. The Master could see she was completely relaxed and not supporting her self at all. She had relinquished control of her body to her bondage completely. "'Is the slave ready?" "Oh, yes, Master, please". Again the Master employed the massager to stimulate her body. He was careful to not cause any tickling that would disturb her almost hypnotic state. As he massaged her breasts, her nipples responded with a life of their own. She began to softly moan through the silk covering her mouth. Her hips began to pulsate with a rising sexual heat. The Master lowered his hand to her sex and gently vibrated first her labia, then her clitoris. Soon her whole body began to move as if possessed by an outside force, straining against the tight bonds. He then gently bit her nipples, bring shivers of ecstasy to her body. She was beginning her final climb to an orgasmic height she rarely reached. The Master gently put a vibrating finger on each side of her clitoris and pulled upward, engulfing her entire pelvic area in the irresistible song of the vibrator. As he expected, he could sense her trying to exert some control over when she came. This was not proper for a slave, so he deemed it time to apply the nipple clamps. As the first one bit into her swollen left nipple, she began to loose her self control and started to moan louder and louder. When the second clamp found its target, Leia let loose and was swallowed by the intense rush of the most complete orgasm she had ever experienced. Ever muscle in her body was tense and trembling. After 20 seconds of unrelenting orgasm, Leia fainted. The Master quickly removed her bindings and gently laid her on the floor with the comforter. She quickly regained consciousness and said, "Thank you, Master, your slave is very, very happy". The Phone Call The phone rings in the dark. Startled, Cindy opens her eyes and checks the glowing numbers on the alarm clock next to her bed. 02:14. It's late at night. Who would possibly call her at this hour on a Tuesday night? Everyone knows she'll be in bed by now. The phone rings again. Cindy sits up. She is naked. She never wears a nightdress in the summer months. Who could it be? She's worried that there might be something terribly wrong. On the other hand, if it is an emergency, she absolutely should pick up the phone. And after the third ring, she does. "Hello?" she asks. A deep voice – a voice she does not recognize – answers. "Cindy?" Is this you?" "Y-yes," Cindy says. "Who is this?" There is no answer. "What's happened?" she asks nervously. "Is there something wrong?" "Oh no," the deep voice replies. "Everything is fine, Cindy. Just fine." "So..." she asks. "What do you want?" "I want you to do something for me," the voice says. "Are you in bed?" "Y-yes," Cindy says. "Are you naked?" the voice asks. Cindy hesitates. "Yes," she says. "But why...?" "I want you to touch yourself," the voice says calmly. Cindy gasps quietly. Who is this? "Where?" she asks. "You know where," the voice says. "I want you to touch your pussy." "N-no," Cindy says. "I... I can't..." "It's okay," the voice says. "You're safe in bed. I can't hurt you over the phone, can I?" "N-no..." Cindy says. "All I want is to listen to you, as you touch yourself," the voice says calmly. "Will you do that for me?" He's right, Cindy thinks. He couldn't possibly hurt her. And it's late at night – and she's naked – and the unknown voice has planted a thought inside her head. A thought that turns her on - just a little bit. Cindy lies back on the bed, holding the wireless phone to her ear with one hand. The other slowly slides towards her pussy. As she touches her labia, she sighs under her breath. "Are you doing it now?" the voice asks. "Are you touching yourself?" "Yes," Cindy whispers. "Do it like you do when you masturbate," the voice says. And Cindy begins stroking herself, slowly massaging the base of her clit. She moans deeply at her own touch. She is very skilled at masturbating. In fact, she can bring herself off in a few minutes - if she wants to. "Tell me what you're doing," the voice says. "I'm touching myself," Cindy gasps. "Near the clit. I'm masturbating..." "Is it good?" the voice asks. "Oh yes," Cindy says. "I love it. Aaah..." "Yes," the voice says, "let me hear you moan. Louder." Cindy masturbates, slowly, sensuously. She's writhing on the bed now, pleasure rippling through her naked body. She hears the man on the phone breathing. Is he masturbating, too? She wants him to keep talking. His voice is turning her on. "Are you wet?" he asks. "Yes," she gasps. "My pussy's getting wet. Do you like to hear that? Want me to tell you about my pussy?" "Yes," the voice says. "I want you to tell me how you do it." "Ahhh," Cindy moans, masturbating vigorously. "Are you hard? Are you masturbating?" "Of course," the voice says calmly. "I have my cock in my hand. It is very hard. I'm stroking it as we speak." "Mmm!" Cindy cries. Her pussy is very wet now. She feels the moisture all over her fingers as she keeps massaging her tender slit. "Now," the voice says. "Put your finger inside your cunt." Excited, Cindy obeys. Slowly, she slides her middle finger in between her moist labia. The walls of her pussy feels slick around it. She pushes deeper, burying her finger inside her soft crevice. "Aaah," she moans loudly into the phone. "Yesss..." "Is it in?" the voice asks. "Oh yes!" Cindy gasps. "Now fuck yourself," the voice commands. Cindy sits up in bed again, throwing the sheets away. She wants to see this. And in the pale moonlight, Cindy looks down at her pussy, sees her own finger slipping out slowly, wet and glistening. Eagerly, she slides it in again, then out, then in, over and over. She clenches her pussy muscles around it, making the sensations even more intense: Her finger feels the wetness of her pussy, her pussy feels the finger moving back and forth, stimulating her tender flesh. "Yes," she whispers into the phone. "I'm fucking myself. With my finger. In and out." "Keep going," the voice says. "Faster." Cindy obeys, sliding her finger in and out of her sensitive cunt, increasing the rhythm. "Oh... oh... oh..." she moans in time. "Are you... masturbating, too?" "Yes," the voice says. "I have my cock in my hand. It's big and hard. And I'm stroking it now." For one second, it is as if Cindy feels the stranger's cock inside her pussy. She almost feels it stretching her flesh, pumping into her, thick and erect. "Aaah!" she cries. "Ohmigod!" "Now," the voice says, still completely calm, "take your finger from your cunt and taste it!" Slowly, Cindy slips her wet finger out of her pussy and puts it to her lips. She licks it, hesitantly. "Taste good?" the voice asks. "Mmm," Cindy says. "Spicy. Sweet and spicy." "Lick all the juice off," the voice says. Cindy puts the finger in her mouth, sucking off her own love juice. It's a strange sensation, tasting female juices – almost like having sex with another woman. "Mmm," she purrs. "Again," the voice commands. "Stick your finger inside, then lick it off." Cindy dips two fingers into her succulent slit, then sucks them off. She does it again and again, savouring the taste of her own excited flesh. "Mmm," she says, slurping loudly, making sure the stranger can hear. "Mmm..." "Yes," the voice says. "Nothing like the taste of pussy. Now - I want you to masturbate again." "O-okay," Cindy whispers, out of breath. She looks down at her pussy and begins stroking herself again. Her labia open slightly, wet and pink, as she rubs the base of her clitoris. "Ah yeah," she gasps. "Ohhh..." "Keep going," the voice says. "I want you to come for me." "Ohhh," Cindy gasps, masturbating vigorously. "Are you coming, too? Ah! Please! Stroke that big cock and come with me. Ahhh..." Cindy is doubled over, her legs spread wide, as she massages herself rhythmically, harder and harder, driving herself towards an orgasm. "I'm ready when you are, Cindy," the voice says. Gasping loudly, Cindy increases her pace. Now there is no turning back. "Now!" she cries. "I'm coming now!" Whimpering helplessly, Cindy feels the climax coursing through her body. "Yes," the man says coolly. "I'm coming, too." Cindy shakes all over as she orgasm hits her, all her senses taken over by the violent sensation of pleasure. In her excited state, she imagines the stranger's cock ejaculating, spurting long jets of semen into her. Squirming on the bed, she cries out again and again, cries of pure lust and satisfaction. Finally, Cindy falls back on the bed, still clenching the phone in her hand. She thinks she heard the man breathing slightly harder. But apart from that, there is no way of knowing if he has really come. "Ohhh..." she moans. "That was good, wasn't it?" the deep voice says into her ear. "You came hard, Cindy. And so did I." "Did you?" she gasps. "Oh, God..." Again, she just hears him breathing. "Thank you," she says. The voice laughs. A deep, friendly laugh. "Oh no," it says. "We're not finished yet." Cindy swallows. "What...?" she asks. "Get up," the voice says. Cindy fumbles for the switch on the lamp next to the bed. She switches it on, illuminating the bedroom in soft, yellowish light. Still trembling, she gets out of bed. "Go to the door," the voice says. "And open it." "But..." Cindy protests. "I'm naked." "Just do it," the voice insists. And naked, Cindy walks through the bedroom into the hall. She stands in front of the door, the phone pressed to her ear. She's shaking, hesitating, not knowing what to expect. "Open the door," the voice says calmly. And she does. Light flows into the apartment, as the door swings open. Outside is a dark figure holding a cell phone. And Cindy realizes that the man has been outside her door all the time. He's dressed in black and wears a ski mask, concealing his face. As Cindy hesitates, he pushes her into the apartment and closes the door behind him. He drags her into the kitchen, pressing her up against the wall, his breath hot and excited from inside the ski mask. "Wait..." she gasps. The man gently places his hand around her neck, pinning her to the kitchen wall. Swiftly, he pulls a black latex dildo from his pocket and guides it towards her pussy. Looking down at his hands, she sees the dark brown color of his skin. Somehow she never expected the stranger to be black. "Spread your legs," he says. Whimpering, Cindy stands with her legs spread wide, and the tip of the plastic tool enters her cunt. It's big, and she feels her labia stretching, as the smooth surface slips into her wet flesh. "Oooh..." she moans. She hears the man breathing heavily, excited, as he rhythmically moves the dildo back and forth, in and out of her slick pussy. Her head is spinning. The whole situation is like a kinky fantasy: Standing there naked in the dark, as the strange black man fucks her vigorously with the dildo. And soon she can't help herself any longer. "Ohmigod" she cries, losing control. And pinned to her kitchen wall, Cindy comes again. Comes even harder than before. "Aaah!" she screams. "Aaah!" Grunting with satisfaction, the man steadies her. Otherwise, she would have collapsed on the floor, trembling in her powerful climax. Cindy feels her juices trickling down the insides of her thigh, as the man pulls the dildo back out. Next, he brutally forces her down, making her lie on her back on the kitchen floor. Kneeling between her legs, he fumbles feverishly with his belt and zipper. Eventually, he pulls out his erect cock. Cindy stares at it. It's chocolate brown and even bigger than the dildo. The veins stand out, swelling under the dark skin of the shaft, as the man masturbates before her eyes. "N-no..." she whispers. But it's no use. Too excited to wait now, the man swiftly positions himself between her legs. She feels the head of his rigid cock pressing against the mouth of her pussy. Cindy screams, as he penetrates the depths of her juicy cunt. And immediately, he begins thrusting into her, a hard, relentless rhythm. She whimpers quietly, as he fucks her with savage determination. The hard cock slips in and out of her slippery pussy, in and out, making wet noises. Cindy feels his breath through the woollen mask, panting hot against her neck. He grabs her wrists hard, holding her down as he thrusts into her again and again. The floor is hard and uncomfortable, but Cindy hardly notices that. Her body feels only the lustful stimulation, as the stranger's giant cock fucks her with amazing force. He keeps pumping, deep and hard, taking her to new levels of unbearable pleasure. "Oh God," she hears herself saying. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" I can't believe I'm saying this, she thinks. Usually, she's a nice, quiet girl. But here, on the floor of her own kitchen, the man has freed something inside her. Cindy's mind is taken over by animal lust. She's in heat now – completely fixated on the swollen cock fucking her, driving her to yet another climax. Whimpering with pleasure, she touches her cunt. As she man thrusts into her, she begins masturbating, massaging the flesh around her hardened clit. Already in ecstasy, somehow she wants more, wants to know just how much pleasure a girl can experience. She feels as if she's about to faint – but she keeps going. "Yeahhh!" she cries. "Give it to me! Harder! Yes!" The man is grunting loudly, his cock flying in and out of Cindy's pussy in a frenzied rhythm. He's sweating and gasping for breath. He's trying not to come, wants to keep fucking her, every muscle in his body so tense he's almost shaking. Masturbating, Cindy squirms on the kitchen floor. She throws her head back, as the pumping cock inside her drives her towards another climax. "Aaah!" she screams. "Aaah!" "Yes!" the man shouts. "Come for me!" Sobbing loudly, Cindy keeps rubbing her clit impatiently. The man increases his tempo, driving his cock into her, ready to come. "You too!" Cindy gasps. "Squirt all over me! Aaah!" She comes again. She thrashes about on the floor, as the man keeps fucking her in deep, powerful thrusts. "Unh!" he grunts in time with his strokes. "Unh! Unh! Yes! Here I come, baby! Take it all!" Cindy is still stroking her clit, as he pulls out. Kneeling between her legs, he grabs his long, dark cock and holds it, as it immediately begins to ejaculate. "Aaaah!" he yells. The first squirt of semen shoots several feet across Cindy's naked body, hitting her on the cheek. The jerking cock keeps pumping, the next jet spattering her left breast. Then another - and another - and another. White-hot spurts of creamy spunk sprays from his twitching cock. He masturbates, grunting, squeezing every last drop from his swollen tool. "Yeah..." he says, satisfied, as one last, thick drop spills onto Cindy's thigh. Cindy lies completely still, as he gets up. In a daze, she senses her fingers are wet from her own juices. She puts them to her mouth, tasting her own sex again. Then she wipes a glob of semen from her breast, tasting that, too. Soon, she has wiped and licked off all of the man's sperm. The man zips up, getting ready to leave. "Thank you," she says again. The man opens the door. "I'll call you," he says, his calm voice trembling slightly from his orgasm. "Tomorrow night?" Cindy asks. "Sure," he says, closing the door behind him. And for some reason, Cindy knows he will call again. She just knows. Sighing, she relaxes on the kitchen floor. The Phone Call "Hello? Danny? What do you... what? "Danny! For God's sake! Get over it will you? "Yes... I know you feel guilty. You've already told me that... but it happened! We can't go back and change it, can we? "Look... I know it shouldn't have happened. We've been over that already. Face it, Danny... I'm your best friend's wife and you fucked me! "No... that's not a complaint... you know it isn't. "Listen, if it makes you feel any better, it was exactly what I needed... and I've no regrets as long as John doesn't find out. You're the one with the problem...not me! "No... I don't mean that I planned it! Well... not exactly... I mean...what? Okay... you want the truth? "Right, then... yes, I was. I was hoping something would happen. Does that answer your question? "No, Danny. Well... okay... I'll admit I've always had a bit of a 'thing' about you. Yes... even before I married John...okay? But I swear I'd never have done anything about it if it hadn't been for the accident... and that's the God's honest truth! "No... I wouldn't, Danny... not ever! Yes, I know I used to flirt with you... but it was just a bit of fun...and John knew all about it. If it hadn't been for... "That's easy for you to say, Danny... but I'm a normal, healthy woman with normal, healthy needs. Remember, John had been away for almost six months before the accident... "Yes... that's right! And it's been almost another four since then... and they can't even tell us how long it might be before... "Oh, yeah... so how come you weren't thinking about that last Friday? "Oh... come on! Don't be such a hypocrite, Danny! I didn't need to seduce you... you've been wanting to get into my pants for years! "Well... it's true! I mean... I'm sorry if it wasn't as good as you'd been expecting it to... "What? "Well... thank you, kind sir. And to be honest, I didn't have anything to complain about either! "Yes... that's what I said... I've always... sort of...fancied you. How many times do you want me say it? "Danny! Stop laughing at me, you rotten sod! Anyway, I don't think I fancied you as much as you fancied me. "Well... at least it stopped you making fun of me! "No... I wouldn't...really. It's only since John's accident... no, honestly... the longer he wasn't available...I mean...well... the more I thought about it...you know... with you. "That's not funny, Danny! Anyway, there's only so much fun you can have with a plastic tube and a couple of batteries! And stop trying to make me blush! "So...that's what caused last Friday. I mean... I'll admit I was feeling a bit... "I was going to say 'restless,' Danny... the word 'horny' didn't enter my mind! "Oh, by the way... whose idea was it for me to Act as your 'date' at that party? Was it you or John? "Right... so you told John and he suggested taking me along just in case you 'ex' turned up with some fit bloke, yeah? "No... that's pretty much what he told me. That's why I put a sexy outfit on. "No... it wasn't about trying to seduce you... well... not really! In fact, it was John's suggestion... he said it would show that tart that you could do a lot better than her. "Don't blame me! That's what he said. I don't think he had a very high opinion of whatshername... Shelley...yeah...right. And that's why I was being all lovey-dovey with you. "No... we'd never met. She didn't know me at all. It wouldn't have worked if... eh? When did what change? "Oh, I see. Well... I'm not sure, really. I mean... it was a lousy party and I was glad we left early...but I'll admit I was getting a bit turned on dancing with you. "Hmmm... I don't know. It was probably a contributing factor. I mean, I haven't had that much to drink for a long time. "No...I wasn't that far gone! It was definitely you that suggested a nightcap at your place... not me! If you'd just brought me home like you were supposed to, you'd have got a little kiss goodnight... and that would have been that! No... that's the truth. "Yeah, well...I mean...once we were there... your flat's a shit heap, by the way... I didn't see much point trying to pretend we were both gagging for a cup of coffee! "What? I didn't, did I? Honestly? You're not making that up, are you? You're saying that, as soon as I took my coat off... I asked which was the bedroom? "Jee-sus! I'm a bit vague about that bit to be honest... "No... I'm not blaming the drink for what happened... it's just that a few of the details aren't completely clear. I'll tell you what, though... I do remember you trying to hide your dirty magazines under the bed! "Yeah...right! Since when did Classic Car magazine have two naked females on the front cover? "Ha Ha! No... it doesn't bother me. Why should it? So, how far into your bedroom did I get before you pounced? "I'm kidding! Chill out, Danny! No... really... that's something I can remember... you just standing there... looking helpless... as if you didn't know what to do next. "That's right. That's why I put my arms around your neck. It's why I told you to forget who I was and just react to what you could see. "Yeah... that's exactly what I meant... and I gave you a really long kiss to prevent you from saying anything. Oh... and you're a pretty good kisser, by the way! "Ermmm... no. I'm a bit vague about the next bit. I know there was lots of kissing and a fair bit of tongue tango, but... oh, yes... I remember you sticking your hand up my jumper and grabbing my tit! "Oh, for God's sake, Danny! Don't be so serious. I know it wasn't like that. As I recall you were actually very smooth. I mean, I was definitely getting hot by then, so I don't think I'd have even bothered where your hands were going if they hadn't been so damn cold! "That's more like it! You've got a lovely dirty laugh, you know. "What? That's wicked, that is, Danny Smith! My nipples are not like bloody fruit pastilles! "Yes...okay...I know they were! I was as randy as anything by the time you started playing with them! "Er... no! That wasn't anything to do with being in a hurry. I took my jumper off because it happens to be a very expensive one and I didn't want you tugging at it. "Okay... I'll give you that. But most men can't cope with bra fastenings, can they? I didn't want to be standing there half the night while you... "Strawberry flavoured? What...? Not funny! I've told you, they're nothing like bloody fruit past... "Danny! "Yes... I know it was me who pulled your tee shirt off. I remember that. I was afraid you were starting to get cold feet. "Oh, come on! It wasn't anything like straight away. We were kissing and cuddling... and you were playing with my tits and sucking my... no! nipples... not...! Anyway... we were doing that for ages before I tried to undo your belt. "Oh, no! No you don't! I definitely did not push you down onto the bed! It was just after we'd both got our trousers off, and it was definitely you who pulled me down onto it! "Yeah... right...whatever! Anyway... you were the one who made all the moves once we were lying down. "What? You're joking! You never let me get a look at it, let alone touch it! Probably just as well... if I'd known what you had down there I'd have probably screamed and made a run for it! "Hmmm? No...I didn't mean it like that. John's fine. He's a good man and a perfectly good lover. There's nothing wrong with... "Yeah...it just took me by surprise... that's all. I mean, I was wet enough before you started touching me down there. "Mmm...you did. You found it straight away... and you really tormented me, you bastard! "Yes you did! You kept bringing me really close to an orgasm... and then you'd slow right down...and... "I know I did! I don't normally say very much at times like that... but you were driving me mad! I know I was yelling. I don't know what, but... "Oh Christ... you're kidding! I didn't, did I? Honestly? "I've never said anything like that before. No... honestly. I have never... never... asked to have my... erm... "Yes... okay! To have my cunt filled! Jesus, Danny! Are you getting off on hearing me say it? Alright... I'll say it again...at that moment I wanted nothing more than to get your cock inside my cunt! Is that what you wanted to hear? "Danny? Are you touching yourself? "Mmm... me too! We shouldn't be talking like this. "What should be doing? I'll tell you the answer to that... if you don't already know. We should be doing what we did last Friday. "That's right, Danny. Just as soon as you get over your guilt trip about fucking your best friend's wife... I'll be more than ready to do it again! "It's what I want, Danny. I'm not going to go all coy and pretend it's not. Once you managed to get that enormous cock of yours inside me, I didn't care about anything else! "No... it didn't matter that you didn't last very long. We didn't have a lot of time to spare anyway, did we? In any case... it was enough to make me cum, wasn't it? I mean... talk about a damp patch! Jesus! Your bed must've been soaked! "I loved it, Danny. I loved the feeling of your cock pounding my cunt! I loved it when you lost control... when you rammed it so far up me that it hurt. I loved it when you shot your load... when I felt it jerking and twitching inside me "No... I told you... I loved it! I felt really chuffed knowing you were shooting your load up me! "Of course I want...to...do...it...again. I...want...to...Ahhhhh! "Oh God! I've just cum, Danny! I've been touching...and fingering myself. And I've cum! Just thinking about you! "Oh, yes, Danny! I do want to. I want to do it again. I want you put your cock in my cunt and fuck me really hard... I want it more than you'll ever know! "What about tomorrow? "John's going away tomorrow for a couple of days of treatment. I could come 'round and... "Oh, yes! No limits, Danny! I'll do whatever you want. Only... no more guilt trips... okay? "Okay, then... tomorrow at... Hang on! Did you hear that? It was a sort of click... "Oh shit! The extension..." The Phone Call Although it was perfectly innocent, Diana was still nervous as she dialled the number. She hadn't seen him for over 3 months and he had never been anything but her daughter's boyfriend, but perhaps it was the thoughts that she had enjoyed...the thoughts about his young, powerful black body, the thoughts about his flashing, warm eyes and, most of all, the thoughts about his manhood that often created a wonderful, thick bulge in his jeans. These thoughts had all been hidden away in Diana's mind, never mentioned to another soul, so why should she be nervous over an innocent phone call. 'Hello.' The deep voice on the other end of the line immediately had Diana shivering and almost tongue tied. What should she say? Oh my God. 'Hello...is that Cole? This is Diana...remember me?' 'Mrs S?' There was suddenly excitement in the young man's voice. 'Of course I remember you....how could I forget you, Mrs S?' and his voice gave a little sexy chuckle. Diana's heart was thumping in her chest as now she was talking one-to-one with her daughter's ex boyfriend who she had admired and, embarrassingly, fantasised about during his visits to the family home. She was 40 but still had a fabulous figure, like a woman half her age, and she knew that Cole had often admired her on numerous occasions when he visited. Her daughter had also remarked on how Cole had wanted to talk about her mother.....asking leading questions and commenting on how Mrs S was one hell of an attractive woman. But the relationship was now over and Diana just couldn't get him out of her mind. Hence the phone call. She didn't know what she was going to say, she just knew she had to do it. But the words just flowed naturally and soon Cole and Diana were chatting about all sorts of topics...his basketball, his time at college, did he have a new girlfriend, her son's baseball games....anything and everything, just to keep the conversation flowing. All the time, Diana could feel that deep masculine voice playing havoc with her senses, his sexy laughter making her shiver inside and making her feel light on air.....such a long time since that had happened, especially at home. Then she went for broke. 'It would be great to have a coffee together at Starbuck's, or even some lunch, Cole. Or would you be frightened about being seen with an older woman like me,' she giggled, trying to be light hearted about the offer. 'Frightened of being seen with you, Mrs S? You're kidding me. It would be great, I'd love it. You say where and when, and I'll be there.' Diana could tell that he really wanted to be there, and she almost shouted with excitement. 'How about Tuesday lunchtime? Say about 12.30? I could meet you there from work,' and her voice was in a bit of a fluster at what was happening. Cole almost bit off her hand. 'I'll be there, Mrs S. I'll definitely be there......and I really look forward to it......oh, and please don't say anything to your daughter or she'll only start shouting her mouth off and telling everybody what is going on......I wouldn't want that, Mrs S.' 'Absolutely Cole.....I wouldn't want that either. So, not a word to anyone. Wouldn't want people to get the wrong idea would we?' and she laughed again. The call finished moments later and they were both floating on air. Diana had spent days plucking up the courage to make the call and it had come out perfectly, and Cole couldn't believe that this sexy MILF had actually called him and suggested a coffee date. Wow!! **** Diana's heart was all of a flutter over the next 3 days while she thought of what she was getting herself into. Yet it might be perfectly innocent with just a friendly conversation over the Starbuck table with a nice young man who would give her something else to think about. She loved her family dearly but her days of excitement and personal attention seemed to be well behind her. Here was a bit of excitement, so she thought she would try and make the most of it. She managed to get Tuesday afternoon off, so she left work at noon and drove her car home to change. She was in a rush as she only had a half hour to change and return to Starbucks down-town. But she wanted to make sure that she looked good. If a young 19 year old hunky, black guy was happy to have lunch with her, the least she could do was make sure she looked stunning......and she did! She knew the bra would be perfect.......as she clipped it into place, it lifted and held her wonderful breasts beautifully, but was cut low enough to allow the stunning flesh to almost reveal the hard nipples. Over the bra, Diana wore a thin, tight jumper that really melded into the contours of her body. It was high necked but the bra was holding her tits firmly in place and it seemed to push her breasts out, stretching the jumper for any onlooker to admire. Her shoes were high, stripper heels and, together with the short tight black skirt that she slipped on, her legs looked absolutely amazing. As she walked to her car, she could feel her sexy ass swaying with the clip-clop of the heels, and she knew she looked good. She had refreshed her make-up, her eyes were dark with eye-liner and mascara and her shoulder length blonde hair was brushed to perfection. Diana felt good about herself and set off in the car. **** As she pulled into the car park at Starbucks, she could see him straight away. Cole was waiting outside and casually strolled over to her car. He opened the door and she could see him casting his eye over her gorgeous thighs as she slipped from her seat, her legs sliding open briefly. She also noticed Cole drilling his eyes into her magnificent tits, fighting to stretch the thin jumper to breaking point. 'Hi, Mrs S. Great to see you,' and his arm went round her waist as he gave her a warm kiss on her cheek. He could smell the subtle perfume and she his cologne....so masculine, she thought. His huge frame towered over her as they entered the restaurant together, and immediately, all eyes were on this handsome couple, roaming up and down Diana's fabulous body and the girls giving the handsome basketball player plenty of eye. They sat opposite each other at a quiet table, had some light snacks and more than one coffee. The talk was easy and there was plenty of laughter. Diana knew that Cole was admiring her breasts with regular furtive looks, but there was no flesh on view and Diana felt quite relaxed, becoming quite turned on at the thought of this gorgeous hunk looking at her body. By 1.30, they were more than relaxed when Cole suddenly asked, 'I suppose you have to rush back to work, Mrs S?' She smiled at him, and tried to reply innocently. 'No, Cole.....and please call me Diana. I took the afternoon off, but if you have to go off somewhere, I understand.....I have plenty of housework to do at home,' and she managed to laugh now. Cole's eyes lit up again and he almost coughed the words out. 'Well, that's great, Mrs.....sorry, Diana. I've got nothing to do until this evening, so how about a ride in the Cadillac?' Diana's insides fluttered again. 'Are you sure, Cole. I don't want to keep................' He grabbed her hand and they stood up together. 'I'm sure, lady. I'll get the bill and then we'll go back to the car.' They left Diana's car in the car park and soon she was sitting beside the big black boy as he manoeuvred his Cadillac onto the highway. Cole had immediately noticed the sensuous, sexy thighs sat next to him as Diana's tight black skirt had slid up her legs when she got into the car. All of her thighs were on view and the material only just stopped before showing off her little pink panties. She looked fabulous, and it wasn't lost on Cole. 'You're looking great today, Diana. It's a pity I don't get to come over any more.....I really looked forward to seeing you,' and one of his hands slid over onto Diana's nearest thigh, his huge black hand playing with her skin gently and, yet, holding her like a vice. A bolt of excitement shot through Diana's body yet, as if by instinct, her hand went down to cover Cole's hand on her thigh. Cole was driving with one hand while his other toyed with the silky thigh, and Diana didn't really want to raise an objection. 'Why, thank you, Cole. I miss you coming over to the house as well. It was always good to have you around, to laugh and pay me compliments. Did my ego the world of good. Are you sure you want to do this, Cole?' and her hand rubbed gently over his fingers playing on her thigh. 'By the way, where are we going?' They had been driving for about 15 minutes and Diana was virtually lost. 'Oh, just a little quiet place I know. Don't worry, Diana. I won't get you lost,' and he laughed once more, his hand still caressing the wonderful thigh. Suddenly, he pulled off the highway and the car ended up winding down some country roads and then into an even smaller lane. Diana asked again. 'Are you really sure you want to do this, Cole? I feel a bit embarrassed, you know, but I feel so good as well,' and her fingers went once more over Cole's hand on her thigh and then she removed her hand....only to reach over and place her own hand on Cole's thick, muscular thigh. He just looked at her and smiled. 'You know I want to, don't you, Mrs S? I've wanted some alone time with you for ages. You are one hell of a sexy woman and I think we both understand what we both want,' and his hand slipped that little bit higher up her thigh and Diana suddenly felt a hard finger slide over the front of her panties. 'Oh God,' she moaned, and her own hand gently moved up Cole's leg and over his crotch. He wasn't fully hard but there was enough for Diana to know that he was becoming aroused. Her eyes closed as she caressed the cock in his jeans. Within another 5 minutes, Cole had driven into some woods and eventually parked the car in a thicket of trees where they were completely isolated. 'Oh God, Cole, are you sure we should be here like this....are you really sure? You can just take me home if you want to, if you feel embarrassed or anything like t..........' He didn't let her finish!!! **** His hand was up between her legs and all over her little panties as their mouths mashed together, their tongues fighting and Diana gasping for breath. She was wet, oh so wet and this erotic feeling was the most exciting for months if not years. She had hoped that the phone call would lead to something exciting but she had thought that nothing in a million years was likely to happen like this. 'In the back, baby,' Cole suddenly said, and the two were quickly embracing in the roomier back seat. The tongues were fighting again as Cole's arm embraced her body, while his other hand was back between her legs. Diana opened her thighs while her own hand searched out the monster in Cole's jeans and she could feel his fingers inside her pants now. He was sliding her moist cunt apart, delving into her body, sending shivers of lust into her heart. But she did so want to feel that cock. Her hand went to the zip on the jeans while Cole began to tug at her jumper. She gave in and let him take off the thin top and then she felt him unclip the bra. Soon she was topless, his hands mauling all over her huge breasts. Then her hand was on the zip again. While she felt her breasts being squeezed, her nipples being pinched, Diana managed to extricate Cole's staggering cock from his jeans. Her fingers tried to encircle it, she pulled it free from the zip opening and then she just rubbed it up and down, feeling its wonderful length. Never before had Diana had the power of such a huge cock in her grasp. Cole was grinning as she began to explore the mighty weapon. 'Play with it, baby. Let me watch you worship it, Diana.' As her head lowered in the seat, his hands were under her body, grasping the almighty tits and just lifting them and enjoying them. He felt her mouth slip over the head of his cock, her tongue licking at the skin as her lips went up and down the shaft. She was sucking like a kid with candy. She wanted to be good for him, she wanted to be so good! In her efforts, Diana wanted to give him so much pleasure, so she opened her gullet into her throat. Now, with each suck, she tried to ease more and more of this wonderful specimen into her mouth. She wanted to get his cock so far in that she could feel his pubic hair on her chin. She sucked and gulped, eased it out and then tried again. Her mouth eased the cock deeper, sliding her gullet open so that some of his throbbing meat slid right into her throat. She felt his hairs and balls against her chin and she just held him there. It felt like nothing on earth. Her tits felt on fire as Cole increased the pressure while he played with them. He squeezed and pulled on the nipples, really pushing them and pulling them out of shape, and then one of his hands slid down over the back of the little skirt to pull it up. Soon the little skirt was bunched around Diana's waist and Cole was in her panties again, this time from the back. His big fingers were sliding down her ass cheeks until he found the wetness of the aching cunt. The finger slid in and he was going backwards and forwards in her body, sending Diana into raptures. 'My turn, little baby,' Cole instructed her and Diana knew from his movements what was happening. His huge hands moved her over against the back of the seat and then he was kneeling between her knees. Cole slid off her wet panties, pushed back her legs so that Diana had to hold her knees with her own hands, and then his mouth went straight onto her open cunt. 'Ohhhhhhhh, Jeeeesus,' she moaned as his tongue hit her clit immediately. His long tongue began to play tunes between her legs, licking and sucking on her cunt lips, licking and gently biting her clit, and then pushing in to get his tongue as far into her open cunt as possible. Her breathing was fast, her naked tits heaved up and down as Cole attacked her hot pussy and he was like a man possessed. He'd never had a woman as mature as Diana, and Cole was determined to make the best of it. He held her thighs apart and ran his mouth all over her body, always returning to her open cunt. It was like nectar. His cock was throbbing between his legs, but he just kept slurping, licking and sucking at the mature bitch who had just completely given in to her needs. She was moaning, she was sighing, she was almost screaming, and then passing out from the sexual lust that had built in her body. To have this gorgeous hunk licking her cunt was heaven and Diana just wanted it to go on and on. Suddenly, Cole lifted his head and his fingers, at least three, went into the soaking cunt. Diana moaned again with satisfaction, but Cole wanted the best now. 'Outside, Diana, baby. More room.' He didn't wait for an answer but opened the door and just slid Diana's body to the edge so that she almost fell out of the door. 'Up against the car, baby. Put your hands on the roof.' She did just that, her hands on the roof, waiting for that wonderful inevitable. Her skirt was round her waist, she moved her legs apart and her body was shaking. They were in the open air of the woods, Diana was almost completely naked, with just her heels and skirt on, and she could feel Cole behind her. If anyone had been close by in the woods, they would have enjoyed a spectacular show. Cole's arm went around her waist, his hand caressing her stunning ass, and then she felt that God almighty weapon nudging against her body. His hand directed his cock into her waiting cunt and then.......... 'Jeeeeeeeses Christ,' she almost screamed. Cole lunged in all the way with his first stroke, and it nearly cut Diana in half. She'd never had a cock so far up inside her. Then he did it again. He pulled almost out and then..........slammmmmm...........he went right into the depths of her cunt once more. She clung on to the roof of the car, and her feet almost lifted off the ground. She thought his enormous cock was going to come up through her throat. 'Whhhhhhhhelp,' but Diana was ecstatic. Cole put one hand on her shoulders while the other still held her waist and then he went into a nice easy rhythm of fucking this stunning, sexy, blonde woman that he had wanted ever since he set eyes upon her. 'Come on, baby, you fuck really good, Diana. Let me get right inside you.' And he did. He then held the cheeks of her ass as he lunged his mammoth cock back and forth, back and forth, harder and harder into this luscious cunt. Christ, she was the best fuck that any man could have, and he wanted lots of her. 'Jesus, Diana, you are the best fuck ever. God, you're so good!' She was in the rhythm now, sliding her body back to meet each thrust, feeling Cole's cock slam into her body and loving every God damn minute. She felt his hand move up to maul her tits again and his other hand went down to rub her clit. She almost fainted with lust and pleasure. On and on Cole went, a young man in peak fitness, just fucking the best body he'd ever enjoyed, just holding her in his big hands and slamming his pride and joy into her body like there was no tomorrow. He moved his angle a little so that he was coming up into her cunt, still slamming his whole length into that waiting body, still trying to push Diana's body apart with each thrust. She was almost breathless, holding the car as tightly as possible so that she wouldn't fall over, but the feelings whizzing around her body were just out of this world. This truly was the most exciting, the most amazing, the hardest and most enjoyable fuck that she'd ever been pleasured with. She could feel her juices rising, she could feel her body start to shake, and her own fingers went to her clit to enhance the magical waves of lust that were enveloping her body. 'Christ, Cole. Oh, Jeeeeeesus Christ. Just fuck me harder, just a bit longer...please!' She was begging, she didn't want it to end....but she was getting closer and closer. For the last few seconds, he lifted her little body off the ground by her thighs. He held her as his big black cock continued to thrust into the fabulous body. Up inside her cunt he went, harder, harder, deeper, deeper, almost pushing through her tight skin and into her stomach. Diana was like a rag doll as the black boy thrashed at her body, fucking, fucking, fucking while she just hung on for her life. 'Holyyyyyy shitttttt,' she moaned, almost screaming again as the most intense and beautiful, lust enhanced feeling started to wash over her. She was cummming like never before, but Cole still hammered into her, lifting her body with each stroke, his fitness allowing him just to have this dirty MILF for as long as he wanted. Still the orgasm splashed all through her body, and then Cole felt his own juices rising. Like the strong, fit man he was, he didn't let up as his cum fired from his body. Splash, splash, splash.....the ropes of thick cum just fired up into her cunt, she could feel them washing her insides and filling her up. On and on he went, this youth enjoying each erotic moment as his fluids fired deep inside the luscious body. Eventually, Cole was spent but he was still holding her body. The movement slowed and his cock lay buried deep inside her. He was kissing her shoulders, holding her thighs but they were both descending from the crescendo and he gently eased her legs back onto the ground. Diana's breathing was heavy and she just leant her head against the car. If that was how Cole fucked every time, then, Jesus Christ, she wanted more of it. She turned, bent down, and took him into her mouth. He was still rock hard and she wanted to lick his wet cock and pleasure him for just a few moments in order to thank the handsome youth for giving her the best fuck she'd ever had. Again, she took him down into her throat, feeling the gagging, but still trying to get all of Cole down inside her. She was still on cloud nine. The Phone Call As her head went up and down, fucking her precious new cock for one more moment, Cole stroked her blonde hair, knowing that he was going to have this mature wife again and again and again. The phone call had been nervous, they both knew what it was all about but were afraid to put it into words, but now that the ice had been broken and he had enjoyed the best fuck of his young life, Cole knew that this wasn't the end.....it definitely wasn't the end. He was going to have Diana as often as possible. He knew she was married with kids, but he couldn't give it up. He wanted to explore every inch of her body, inside and out, and he wanted to do it as often as he could. He had no doubts that she wanted his cock as well and he would only have to call and she would come with that fantastic little body and offer it to him without hesitation. Back in the car, driving back along the highway, his big hand again strayed to the wonderful thighs, feeling the skin, stroking the inside of her leg. Nothing was said but they both knew that the experience they'd just enjoyed was something that had to be repeated. 'I want you again, Diana. I must have you......when are you free again....make it soon, baby.' She smiled into his dark eyes. 'Have to be careful, baby. Don't want to ruin a good thing, do we, by being careless. Let me call you when I think I have some free time. Not a word to anyone, though....promise, or the secret gets out and we're both in big trouble.' 'I promise Diana......but only if you tell me what you want...only if you tell me what you really love....go on, babe, and I'll promise.' His hand slid a bit higher and she could feel his fingers on her open cunt again. Oh my God! 'I want you to fuck me again, Cole...just like you did just now. I want you to really fuck me hard again, with your big black cock....ohhh Chriiiiiist!' and her cunt was itching again. Two minutes later, he was turning the car into the car park at Starbucks, pulling up at the side of Diana's car. He turned and smiled. 'Well, little baby, if you want another good fucking from my big cock, you'd better get on the phone pretty soon, hadn't you?' Diana shivered as she slid from the front seat and opened her own car door. Christ, did she want to feel that wonderful cock again. Within 10 days, her fingers were on her cell phone, punching in that private number once more!! The Phone Call My phone rang at 2:15 a.m., Friday night/Saturday morning. I'm a night owl, so it didn't wake me up, but it did scare the hell out of me. By the time you reach your late 30s, if the phone rings in the middle of the night, someone is likely dead. "Hello?" I answered, trying my best to sound calm. "Ooooh God..." a drawn out female voice moaned into the phone. I smiled to myself, "Hello? Who is this?" After all, it's not every day I get an obscene phone call from a woman. In fact, I'm pretty sure that had never happened to me before. My wife had long since called it a night and slept quietly at the other end of the house. This was something new. "Oooh God... I'm getting so close. I want you to fuck me so bad." "You do, huh? Well then, go ahead and tell me all about it." The prospect of hearing a stranger talk dirty to me was exciting, and I began to feel my cock stir in my pants as I listened to the feminine voice alternate between low moans and girlish cooing. "Mmm, I want you to bend me over and fuck me from behind as you pull my hair," she continued between gasps and sharp intakes of breath, "I want you to force me to my knees and fuck my mouth with your cock... I'd be such a slut for you." Awkwardly trying to join in as I undid my zipper I said, "I can tell, and I want to hear more about it. What a slut you must be to call stranger's in the night just to get yourself off." Her breathing quickened, her moans becoming rhythmic. "No... no... no..." "'No,' what?" I said sarcastically as I began to stroke my cock. "No to being a slut? I don't think so, just look at what you're doing. Fingering yourself, getting close to cumming for me." She moaned more desperately into the phone, her voice becoming more high pitched as her orgasm approached. "Oh god yes, cumming for you... for you... ohhh professssorrrr!" Professor? Immediately my eyes went wide. Fuck, was this a student? Every student I have has this number, it's on every syllabus I hand out. Was she being serious? Was I being pranked? I sat there motionless in my home office, cock in my hand, trying to think of what I should do. All the while she came, hard from the sound of it, I could hear her shuddering as pleasure overran what I imagined to be her lithe, young body. The sound was intoxicating. Her climax tapered off and as she caught her breath, her ecstatic whines and whimpers turned into giggles. "Are you still there?" She asked me with an obvious smile on her lips. I paused, half trying to make myself just hang up, half trying to figure out who she was. Finally, I all but whispered, "Yes." "Did you enjoy that?" She was all but taunting me. Regaining a fragment of my wits I replied, "Not nearly as much as you did, I should say." She laughed into the phone and mocked me playfully, "'I should say' only you would talk like that." "Well, yes, I suppose. You've had your fun, so, good night." I replied, irritated at the prospect of being a punch line for a student prank. "No, No, No!" She said a bit desperately, keeping me on the phone, "No, I like the way you talk. It really... gets to me." "Who are you?" I asked again. I was as much interested in solving the mystery as I was anything. Not knowing would be torturous to me as I built my life and career around finding answers. "Oh God," she said again slowly, this time with a touch of surprise, "You really don't know? I figured it would be obvious. I always feel like I'm giving myself away in class." She sounded somewhere between relieved and disappointed. "I wish I was brave enough to tell you, but I'm not." "Not even a little hint?" I asked, perhaps more flirtatiously than I should have. "Hmmm, no, I don't think so," she sounded thoughtful. But her voice suddenly brightened, and she said devilishly, "But won't you have fun thinking of all the girls in your classes it could be?" This caught me off guard, and before I could think of some clever response, she gave a seductive "goodnight," and hung up. Needless to say I had trouble falling to sleep after that. Her number had been blocked on caller ID, of course, and despite thinking through my class rolls, I couldn't come up with anyone. I have a tendency to become a bit obsessive when presented with a question I can't find the answer to, it's part of what make makes me good at research, but this was getting to me. The reality began to set in. In some way I had just had phone sex with a student, at least some one could say that. For a while I worried about getting in trouble with the college, but what did I do? All I had done was answer the phone. I hadn't even known it was a student until the very end. As for my wife, well, that was another matter. Playing along with an obscene phone call she'd understand as a good bit of harmless fun. The prospect of a student aggressively seeking me out and getting herself off? That would likely be a bit more threatening. Needless to say, the weekend dragged a bit as I replayed the conversation in my head and pondered over and over again who it might be. I had hoped that Saturday night might bring a second call, but there was nothing. Again Sunday dragged and as night fell my anticipation grew, but nothing. As I readied to leave for class on Monday morning, I'm embarrassed to admit that I might have spent a little longer in the mirror than usual. At 38, I was still in good shape with a full head of hair even if I had begun to show signs of grey at the temples. I donned my professorial uniform of a sports coat and slacks trying not to think too much about the young women who would be attending this morning's lecture on Puritanism and Constitution. I fortunately served a college committed to keeping class sizes small, which allowed me to easily survey the students of my 9:00 a.m. class. In total there were 11 young women in this class, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't imagine everyone one of them lying in their dorm room getting off to the sound of my voice. I had my preferences, sure, but all of them were attractive in their youthful sexuality and nothing is hotter than a woman who gets off at the mere thought of you. Especially in middle age, such knowledge is intoxicating. Of course, surveying the class, nothing stood out. Most of the students, men and women seemed to be barely awake as they took their customary seats. As I called out the roll, I listened intently to try and match the voice that had burned into my mind over the phone Friday night. I couldn't make out anything definitive. I stumbled through my lecture a little more than usual. At one point I thought I caught a knowing smile from a cute blonde in the second row, but then I realized she had her phone in her lap and was texting during class. I had two more classes Monday afternoon with similar outcomes. The mystery caller was bound to remain a mystery. I figured it was all for the best. I wasn't about to risk my career and family and actually do something, but I really hated not knowing. By the time I got home after a day of imagining nubile young coeds masturbating, I was pretty worked up, so it was doubly frustrating when my wife came home late from her job and announced that she was going straight to bed. I went to my home office in pursuit of pornography and masturbation. Around 1o, I received a text message: "Are you alone? Are you free?" It was from a number I didn't recognize, and immediately my heart began to race and my throat went dry. I stared at the phone for a moment, trying to convince myself not to reply. As I held it in my hand, it began to ring, making me jump. It was the same number as the text. "Hello," I answered cautiously. "Hi," came the soft almost purring reply. "Remember me?" Before I could answer she continued, "So, was I right? Did you have fun today thinking about all of us girls in your class?" Pulling myself together a bit, "Alright, you've had your fun. Who is this?" She giggled, "No, I like it that you don't know. I think it's sexier that way. It's like I'm an anonymous mouth in a glory hole, you can imagine using me without any feelings of guilt. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck my mouth?" Her voice suddenly becoming more wanton. "Look," I said, "I don't know who you are or what you're after, but you need to stop calling me." "Mmmm, I don't think that's quite what I need," she mewled. "Want to know where my hand is right now?" She let out a low moan. "Um, please..." I offered weakly. "Well, since you're so polite," I heard her smile as she intentionally misconstrued my words. "Right now my hand is inside my panties and two fingers are rubbing over my very wet and very hard clit." I stayed silent as she paused to let out a moan. She continued on, "I was so wet in class today, I saw you glance around the room, and it was so hot knowing you were looking for me. So hot knowing that at some point you thought about me with my legs spread for you." As I listened to her breathing become ragged my cock became hard, and I moved to free it from my pants. I should have hung up, but instead I slowly began to stroke my cock as she continued. "I just want to walk up to you one day and drop to my knees and suck your cock until you cum in my mouth. Oh God." I must've let out a small sigh because I could hear her tone change as she asked, "So, Professor, where is your hand right now? Are you stroking your cock for me?" Caught doing the obvious, I thought about lying, but then, what would be the point in that, so I whispered, "Yes." "Oh God," she almost growled, "That is so hot." And after a few moans she almost pleaded, "Will you cum with me, when it's time?" "Yes," I was barely audible. "I want to feel your cock in my mouth so bad," she said, "Sometimes I think about hiding in your podium, and sucking you off while you lecture. Or maybe hiding under your desk, and taking your cock in my mouth as you meet with other students, your secret cum slut." I stroked my cock intently as she laid out her thoughts. "Do you want a secret cum slut?" "Oh god, yes," I breathed. "I'd wear the sluttiest shade of red lipstick so that when you fucked my mouth your cock would be smeared with it, marked by my lips." Her breath was becoming stilted. "I'd want to feel you slide deep into my throat, force yourself into my tight... little... mouth." These last words were drawn out. "I'd be such a hungry girl for your cock." Trying to play along, I contributed, "I'd wrap my hands in your hair and pull you roughly onto my cock. I'd feel myself swell against your eager tongue as I violated your throat." "Yes," she panted breathlessly, "violate me. That's the word. You're so good with words." Then she added with desperate intent, "Wrap your fingers in my curls and violate my slutty mouth." I moaned into the phone, my orgasm nearing, forcefully adding, "I want to hear you cum, and I want you to cry out 'professor' when you do, you little student slut." Suddenly she began to whimper and cry as her orgasm overtook her. Obediently she almost whined a prolonged "Professor," before adding, "Cum in my mouth, let me taste you." And with that I erupted into my hand imagining some curly haired young woman on her knees with my cock in her mouth. There was silence for a moment and then she let out a self-satisfied giggle. "Well," I said, "that was new." She laughed lightly, "What? You've never had phone sex with an anonymous student before?" "No, I can't say that I have. But I'm not sure how much longer you'll be anonymous." "Oh?" she asked, sounding intrigued, "Why's that?" "Well, the more we talk the more I learn about you. Apparently you have curls in your hair." There was a long pause and then a suddenly nervous, "I need to go." Before I could respond she had hung up. I thought about calling her back, but I figured it was best to let her go. I had my clue and, as Sherlock Holmes always said, the game was afoot. The Phone Call My wife, Laurie, and I sat on the folding chairs in our back yard, drinking wine and enjoying the Sunday afternoon sun. I had barbecued some burgers for lunch, and we had spent the whole day just relaxing. We had a house in a nice suburban neighborhood, surrounded on most sides by trees, which gave us our own little garden oasis. Laurie had her eyes closed under sunglasses and was facing toward the sun, taking in its warmth. While she was looking away I took in all her beauty. She had long wavy dark blond hair, bright blue eyes, and under her thin sundress was her slightly tan perfectly smooth unblemished skin. She was almost as tall as me, and when she wore heels, which she often did, she could even sometimes be taller. Most men would focus immediately on her huge, round tits. They were massive, firm, and perfectly shaped, not needing much support from any bra. However, having big tits doesn't mean anything if you don't have the figure to back it up, and Laurie did and then some. Her flat toned stomach only emphasized how her huge volley ball sized tits projected outward. Her legs were long but shapely, toned s a result of being an avid fitness fanatic, and her hips and ass had the perfect amount of curve. She was a goddess, and sometimes I couldn't believe my good fortune to be with a woman who looked as if she were designed by God himself to be the ultimate turn on. If she were just sexy, that would be one thing, but she was also charming, intelligent and loved to smile all the time. I had known her since junior high, and I think I was just blessed to have met her when I did. Of course she was a cute young girl then, but it was before she became a sex bomb that turned every head as she walked down the street. I got to know her and build a genuinely deep relationship with her that existed before she was the center of attention for every man because of her looks. I think she became jaded to other men's advances, and so she and I came together naturally. We were best friends who discovered they loved each other. Neither of us have ever been with any other. It's hard to describe how deep a relationship like that goes. We were in each other's hearts and we could no more be with anyone else any more than we could lose a limb. Having the perfect wife was just one component of a great life. I had a good house, a good job at an insurance company, a nice car and good friends. I wasn't the most popular guy in high school, I was just a regular guy with normal friends. However, being with Laurie always added a little extra to my social scene, getting invited to all the parties and usually being the center of attention. The one place there was some issues was in the bedroom. We had never been with anyone else, and we decided to stay pure until marriage. We got married when I was 21 and she was 19. Now we were 2 years into our marriage. Sex wasn't terrible, it was good, but it just wasn't as thrilling as everyone always makes it out to be.Of course, I was always excited to even just see Laurie, but Laurie never orgasmed despite my best efforts. However, we both knew that it was just because we weren't like other people who go around sleeping with a bunch of people. We had to explore and figure out sex on our own, so of course it was going to take longer. We knew we would get there, though! As I sat contemplating Laurie's beauty, watching her massive tits gently rise and fall with each gentle breath, I heard my phone ring in the kitchen. My iPhone was left on the kitchen counter. Laurie came out of her meditation to turn her head just enough to watch me get up to head inside and get the phone. I picked it up off the counter and looked at the screen and it said "Number Blocked". That was unusual, but I answered without thinking much of it. "Hello?" I said, and in response was a man's voice, an adult, but other than that I couldn't say much more to describe it. "I'm going to fuck your wife. Hah hah hah!" the voice said, with mocking laughter. It wasn't aggressive at all, it was more like the caller thought what he was saying was so funny, as if he couldn't believe I didn't already know about what he was saying. "What?" I said. I was sure I must have misheard him. "I'm going to fuck your wife," the voice said again, slowly, as if I was an idiot for not understanding his words, but still with an air of amusement, as if he was talking to a child who was kind of funny for not keeping up. "Are you threatening my wife?" I said, my anger rising. "No you fucking idiot, she's going to leave you for me. Hah hah hah!" Click. The phone hung up before I had any chance to respond. He was still laughing when the line went dead. Now I just thought it was a pathetic joke. My wife leave me for some loser who makes prank phone calls? What an idiot! I lowered my phone and looked at the screen where it still said the caller was "blocked," but now it had the icon for a finished call, and then then the screen went off after a few seconds. "Joel, honey, is everything okay?" my wife who was now at the doorway to the back deck asked me. "Yeah, it's nothing. Just some loser doing a prank call." "A prank call?" Laurie asked. "I didn't think people still did those. Isn't it too easy these days to trace the number?" "The number was blocked," I responded. "Maybe if it was threatening or something, we could call the police, but I think the guy was just nuts, so I think it would just be a waste of time to make a big deal out of it." I was deliberately playing it down so as to not worry Laurie. "What did he say?" Laurie asked. I thought about it a moment before answering. The guy said he wanted to fuck her, and she would be right to be scared that some guy intended to rape her, so I thought it would be for the better to not let her know that. "Oh, nothing, I could barely even understand him he was rambling so much. Like a homeless guy out on the road." That seemed to make Laurie able to dismiss the incident as being just a weird incident, and so she went to the kitchen to start making a dinner. However, I decided that I would call the police the next day, and so the following morning when I got to work, I called the police station from my office. "Is there any way the call can be traced?" I asked a cop that I was put in touch with after lots and lots of transfers and explaining the situation. "We don't usually do that for prank calls, but you're saying this person who phoned you threatened to rape your wife? If you really think this was a threat, then I can open a case file." "Yes," I said, "specifically he said 'I am going to fuck your wife' so I think that's pretty clear." I didn't mention about the laughter and how the caller said he was going to make my wife leave me for him. It seemed like that detail would just reduce the seriousness for the police, and I wanted them take it seriously. "All right," the police officer said, "The fact is that there isn't enough to go on right now, so I can't promise anything. The main thing is that if this person calls again, record the time and place. If you can, some phones have apps on them that will allow you to record the calls. If this should ever go to court, the more concrete evidence you have, the better." I gave the officer more information about me and my wife, just normal details like our address and how long we've been married and how I didn't think anyone I knew would have made a call like that. Then I hung up the phone and looked for some apps like the policeman suggested. I felt a little unsatisfied, but I had to admit there wasn't really much else to go on. I resolved to have everything ready in case the caller called again though. After that, however, it wasn't too long before I forgot about it. Not that I totally forgot about it, but it went from being my primary concern to being just some silly thing that happened, just one of those things that are strange and you never really know what happened. For the first while, I kept an eye out for anything unusual, like cars driving by slowly or people parked outside our house for long times. When I was out with Laurie, she always got stared at by both lustful men and jealous women, but I was so used to that I felt I could pick out anyone who lingered too long, or followed her or us. I was on high alert for a few weeks, but there was absolutely nothing at all out of the ordinary as far as anyone paying attention to her. Nothing. There were no more calls, to my number, or any E-mails, or anything. Laurie never mentioned anything about anyone following her or calling her or anything like that, and I know she wouldn't hesitate for a single second to tell me about it if anything like that happened. There just wasn't anything other than that one phone call, so it just seemed like a one off anomaly. I figured the most likely explanation was that someone who knew me just wanted to mess with me a bit. Sometimes I thought maybe my friends were jealous of me or wanted to fuck Laurie, because she was by far the most beautiful woman in our group of friends, and I caught some of our mutual guy friends checking her out when they thought I wasn't looking. They would sometimes tease me about how it was weird that I landed a perfect woman like that. A lot of them were friends with us because of Laurie, and I know a few of them thought she was too good for me, that she was out of my league. I knew probably sometimes they probably thought about fucking her and maybe masturbated to it. Maybe one time one of them got really frustrated about not having her and wanted to call me as a way of venting. I didn't recognize the voice at all, but I'm sure it's not hard to disguise a voice if you really want to. There's probably an app for that or something. I was so busy watching out for some kind of outside threat that I didn't even notice the subtle changes in Laurie at first. I can't tell you when I think things started to get different. Nothing bad ever happened. I wasn't even sure at first if things were different, but the phone call had made me nervous about men approaching Laurie, and so when she started acting a little different, it made me wonder if something had happened. It was just that Laurie started doing new things, her schedule seemed to change slightly, she had a different air about her. I've known her almost all my life, so I think I was able to tell if there were little differences in her behavior. I think there were, but not big enough or clear enough for me to ask her directly. And I wasn't sure myself, because maybe I was just being paranoid. In fact, it wasn't that right away I assumed she was having an affair, it was just that I felt that she was starting to have a life without me. We both encouraged each other to have our own interests. We felt it was healthy for a couple to have interests separate from each other. For Laurie it was mostly health and fitness, and for me it was baseball card collecting. There was a difference, though, between having different interests and keeping things from each other. Laurie wasn't at all interested in my baseball card collection, which I had a few boxes of in a closet, but it wasn't that I wouldn't tell her if she didn't ask. I felt, though, that when I was asking her about what she was doing, she was evasive. There was no way some guy could just choose to come and convince Laurie to be with him, to be so bold as to even declare it before doing it. That was just to unbelievable. But maybe someone was doing something, and Laurie was dealing with it and not telling me so that I wouldn't worry. I knew if that were the case and I asked directly she would just deny it. So I tried to ask about what she was doing recently without being too direct about telling her my suspicions, but she always had a response that made it sound like everything was so normal. Then there was this one night when Laurie was heading out to hang out with the girls, which she was doing more and more often. She got dressed to kill before heading out, which didn't in itself worry me. Some women wouldn't have been able to handle the attention that Laurie got when she was wearing her tight one piece dress, high heels, and perfectly done make up. But Laurie was an expert at deflecting men from getting too aggressive. She had a lifetime of practice of being hit on by all manner of guys, while at the same time being loyal to me, and so she had learned how to turn guys down safely no matter what. She knew how to make a guy give up without making him feel rejected, and in the worst case scenarios, she knew how to talk to the bouncers and bartenders at clubs and bars when she first walked in so that if a guy couldn't be convinced to leave her alone, she'd have him thrown out the instant she needed him to be. So I wasn't at all worried about her looking like so many men's fantasy when she headed out the door. In fact, I liked helping her dress up, helping her pick out the clothes that would turn heads. It was a thrill for me to know that my woman was the woman every man wanted. And I knew that Laurie loved the attention as well. As long as she always came home to me, it was fun for both of us to let her head out and strut her stuff. In fact, I often would masturbate a lot when she would go out like that. There was something about being with the woman every man wanted that was so exciting. Sometimes she would send me little text messages letting me know how things were going and if some guy had hit on her and what he said. But I would hold off from cumming, saving it until she came back. Unfortunately, a lot of the time it meant that I would cum a little too early when she came home and we got hot and heavy. But she knew it was because I was spanking off thinking about her, and she liked that. On this one night, it was like that. She was getting dressed in a small mini dress that was black with gray accents and delicate folds that made it look like it was wrapped tightly around her. Her 3 inch heels gave her a statuesque presence, and sat on the edge of the bed in our bedroom as she sat in front of her mirror applying make up. "So, where are you going tonight?" I asked. "I don't know yet. Probably just one of the usual clubs," Laurie responded. "Who are you going with?" I asked, just out of curiosity. Laurie paused for a moment, and then said in answer, "Maddie. Maybe some other girls as well." And that was that. When she was ready, she stood up, and stood before me so that I could admire her. She looked like a goddess with her long powerful legs slightly apart in a firm and commanding stance. I hugged her and kissed her neck so as not to smudge her make up, and then she headed out the door where a cab was waiting to take her away. I sometimes head out to meet up with my guy friends when Laurie heads out with her girl friends, but on that night I had just planned to relax at home. I had been working hard recently. The insurance company I work at was downsizing, and to not be one of the guys who got cut you had to out perform the rest. Even though I knew Laurie and I had a bond that would survive anything, I never wanted to be the guy who would fail to provide a woman like Laurie everything she deserves. It meant more work hours sometimes, but I knew in the long term it was worth it. So around that time, I would often just take it easy after a hard work week. I was glad, in fact, that Laurie didn't constantly expect me to entertain her, that she could have fun on her own, because it took the pressure off me. I made myself some dinner, and then was watching some television, and off and on, when I would remember what Laurie looked like and thought about how she was probably dancing and looking like something out of a music video and everyone lusting after her, I would start to masturbate. But then after a little while, I would stop again. Part of the excitement was knowing that she would come home, smelling like smoke and alcohol from out partying, and then she would be mine. She wasn't sending me any texts, which was different from before, but I figured she was just out of the habit. I was spanking off thinking about her when my phone rang. The name on the screen said "Madeline", which was Laurie's friend Maddie's full name. I answered. "Hello?" I said. "Hey, Joel, it's Maddie. Is Laurie with you?" I was puzzled for a moment. "No, I thought she was out with you tonight." There was a long pause, and I heard Maddie talking to someone away from the phone, but I couldn't hear what was being said. Then Maddie came back to the phone. "Oh, yeah, that's right, but we haven't met up with her yet. She's probably on her way with... Lisa." she said. Lisa was Laurie's equally beautiful sister, and they often went out together. "Nevermind, it's fine." I said, and then hung up. It didn't really sound like a big deal. It was already fairly late into the night so I would have assumed they'd be together already, but maybe they had some kind of mix up about where to meet up, and Laurie was probably out with multiple friends, so which ones met where and when was not a something worth thinking about. The call still got me thinking though. I tried to think it was no big deal, but I got worried if maybe something had happened to Laurie. What kind of husband would I be if I didn't make sure my wife was alright? So I called Laurie, but her phone didn't pick up. It went to her answering machine. Clubs usually had bad reception, so I didn't think that was a big deal. It was almost eleven, and she was probably dancing at that moment. I sent her a text that said "Hey darling, just making sure you're okay. Hit me back, okay?" There was no response for a while, but that was probably the reception again. About a half hour later I got a text back, and Laurie said "Hey sweetheart, just out dancing with Maddie. Having fun! Be back late, don't wait up. Kisses!" I thought it was a little weird that she mentioned being with Maddie when Maddie just called me asking where she was. It was possible that within the time between the call and the text they met up, but Laurie's text sounded like she had been with Maddie all night. It felt strange, but there was nothing definite about it. I knew Laurie wouldn't be doing anything I wouldn't want her to do, but I still felt like something was off. I gave Laurie a call about five minutes after she texted me. She didn't answer and it went to voice mail again. It was possible she just stepped out to an area to answer texts and then went back downstairs where there was no reception. Still, I wanted some kind of conclusion, so I decided to call Maddie. She answered right away, "Hello?" she said. "Hey Maddie, it's Joel. Could you put Laurie on? She's not answering her phone," I said. There was a long pause. There was music in the background, and it it seemed like maybe she was talking to someone again, but I couldn't make out the words with the background noise. It made sense that they were probably in a loud bar or club. Maddie finally came back on the phone and said, "Oh, hey Joel, Laurie's actually out on the dance floor right now. You know how she is, having a good time being the center of attention. It might be hard to pull her away from that. Do you want me to go get her and have her call you right back?" I thought it was a little weird that she couldn't just get Laurie right then, but I trusted Laurie without a shadow of doubt, so I just said, "No, it's okay. I'll talk to her when she gets home." We said our good byes and I tried not to think about it, though I couldn't help it. I still masturbated off and on in the night, thinking about her. It was a strange feeling. Laurie was somehow a little more inaccessible, and that made her a litle more mysterious, and somehow more exciting. I was a little concerned about what she was up to, but I was still rock hard thinking about her. The feelings were confusing and exciting at the same time. Still, I didn't cum, waiting for her to come home. Which got harder and harder because she stayed out later than ever. It was actually almost dawn when she finally came home, the sky getting just a bit lighter before the sun came up. The Phone Call "Oh, you're still up?" Laurie said with surprise as she came into the bedroom where I was in bed but sitting up. I always made sure to be in bed and ready for her, because usually when she would come home, she would come right into bed with me, and I would fuck her in the clothes she was wearing, with them being a reminder of how she had been the hottest thing all night long for so many men. That night, though, was different. She started to take off her earrings and it seemed like she was going to just get ready for sleeping. "Aren't you going to come to bed?" I asked, and I knew she knew what that meant. "Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart. I think I'm a little too tired for that this time." She came and sat on the edge of the bed, turned toward me in a way that I could see her ample cleavage. "Have you been masturbating, thinking about me?" She asked. "Yes" I said, and we could both see my penis hardening and raising up the sheets. "Well, you don't have to stop." She suggested coyly, "Aren't I so beautiful that you could get off just looking at me?" she said, echoing sentiments that I had said to her many times before. I pulled down the sheets and started to spank off, staring into her cleavage, which she emphasized by squeezing her tits between her arms. As I spanked off and stared, she would change poses slightly, and jiggle her huge breasts for me. She giggled a bit as she looked at me furiously rubbing my penis, and a part of me couldn't help but feel like it seemed that she was laughing at me, but I quickly shut out that thought because I knew that it must be because she was just enjoying herself. I came very quickly in any case, and as I sat there with cum dribbling down my hand, she seemed satisfied and went off to get out of her clothes and have a quick shower. The next morning, when I thought back on the previous night, I definitely felt there was something off about the calls, but it just wasn't enough to really state anything. I was starting to go out of my head. What had that phone call done to me? Was there something going on, or was it just a stupid prank call that started me thinking down a dangerous path of unfounded suspicions? On the one hand, the idea that there would be a call and then things would coincidentally be different with Laurie seemed kind of strange, but then the idea that someone could actually phone and declare that they were going to start an affair and then actually do it was just so much more unbelievable. I decided it had to be the first of the two choices. It must have just been a stupid call, and maybe something is different with Laurie, but she's not having an affair with the mystery caller, she's just having a slightly different schedule than I'm used to or something. In spite of my gut feelings, I didn't think about it. Then, a few days past, and one day I came home from work and Laurie wasn't there, and immediately all my suspicions came back to me. Laurie was basically a housewife, but it wasn't unusual for her to not be there when I got back from work. She would usually try to be there and make dinner for me, but sometimes she met up with friends, and she often had yoga or pilates classes or something, so it happened now and again that she would come home a little after I got back. The difference, though, was that she usually sent me a text to tell me in advance that she wouldn't be there. She wasn't home this time, and there had been no message, so I wondered what was going on. I guess that feeling reminded me of the night she was out with Maddie, and suddenly I felt uncomfortable about that night in a way that I hadn't at all in the days since. Laurie came home about an hour after I did, and she immediately apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, I was at yoga, and after the usual class they had a new relaxation session and I lost track of time. It felt so good!" And with that she kissed me full on the lips in a passionate embrace that was unusually sudden. She stopped as quickly as she started, and, with her arms still around my neck, she then leaned back to look at me, as if she was looking for my reaction. I guess she was wondering if I was upset about her being late. I felt I had a look of concern on my face, but I just said, "So you were just at Yoga longer than you thought you'd be?" Laurie looked suddenly satisfied, as if I didn't give the reaction she was worried about, and she began kissing me again. It was hard to stay mad at her, with her passionate and soft kisses, and her huge tits pressed up against me. I noticed she did have a smell of sweat on her, as if she had been working out, so that fit with what she said about being at Yoga, so I dropped it. Yet another instance of things being different, and me not being able to confront her with anything specific enough that she couldn't just dismiss as everything being normal. And maybe it was normal. What had that phone call done to me? I was determined to not let my strange paranoia get so bad that I started seeing things that weren't there. So when Laurie was late or unaccounted for or behaved oddly, I tried purposely to see how it could be viewed without suspicion, to try and give the benefit of the doubt as much as possible. I figured that if I tried my hardest to see how everything was normal, but if it seemed like it was suspicious no matter how hard I tried, then it would have to be the case that there was really something to worry about. As much as I tried to think that way, though, I couldn't fight the suspicions. Part of me knew I must be going crazy, because there were also some positive changes too, and I even viewed them as being signs of an affair. For example, Laurie started taking more of an interest in cooking dinner for me, having something ready for me when I got home from work. She would watch me as I took the first few bites of whatever she made, and then be pleased when I said I liked it, which I always did. But there was something about the way she was so focused on making sure I ate it and told her how much I liked it that it seemed like she was making a point of showing me that she was being nice. Was it just that she was trying to prove to me that everything was normal, or was it that she was making up for something else she was doing and trying to distract me. Damn that phone call! Now I couldn't even enjoy nice gestures from my wife without thinking something bad about it. We had the perfect love, the perfect relationship, the perfect marriage, and now it was falling apart, and probably just all in my head because some stupid phone call put an idea in my head. How could one stupid prank call cause so much damage? Laurie started calling me when I was at work, just to talk to me a bit and tell me she loved me. It was so sweet and romantic, and made me feel both happy and guilty at the same time. Sometimes I even got into a bit of trouble at work, being on the phone with her for too long, but it was worth it to hear her voice. I would be suspicious, though, and try to ask about things. Like one time she called me, and I asked, "You're calling me so often lately." And she said, "I know. I just feel like I've been spending more time away, and I didn't want you to think that I wasn't thinking about you." "Do you think about me?" I asked. "Of course. I think about you all the time when I'm doing things,* Laurie said. "What are you doing right now?" I asked. "Oh, I'm just at home, having fun." *What do you mean you're having fun? What exactly are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide my suspicion but doing it badly. "Just getting ready to make dinner. Honestly, dear, I think about you all the time. I really do." Laurie said. "That so sweet of you to say," I said. "Oh, dear, I need to go. I'll see you tonight!!" And then she was suddenly off the phone before I could even say goodbye. It was strange, I don't know what she would need to get off the phone for so suddenly. I tried to think of what I would think if I weren't suspicious, and I thought maybe she was cooking something that was starting to burn or something. I could always find a reason or a way that what Laurie was doing that could explain it away, but it never diminished my suspicions. Damn that call! Along with Laurie more and more being unaccounted for in what she did during the day, and going out with friends more at night, she started staying out all night and spending the night with her sister. She said it was because she stayed out late, and Lisa lived closer to the clubs and so it was more convenient, but, even though it was something she had maybe done a handful of times in the past, she was not doing it almost regularly on the weekends. It seemed strange, but then sometimes I would call her, or Lisa, and I was usually able to get Laurie on the phone, so it seemed like they were together, although sometimes the way Lisa would get Laurie to call me back or take so long to get onto the phone made me think maybe they had some way of covering for each other. Lisa was just as gorgeous as Laurie. Two years younger, a little shorter, but the same fit body and massive tits. Seeing them together was like seeing an audition for a porno movie, but one where the actresses weren't fake looking, but had natural beauty that put porn actresses to shame. I had often fantasized about having Laurie and Lisa together, but I knew that Laurie would never do something like that with her sister. I found it hot precisely because there was something bad about two sisters licking one man's cock, and kissing and more with each other, but Laurie would never go for something as kinky as making out with her own sister. It was a taboo fantasy that would just be too far for her. During this time, while I was becoming more and more suspicious of Laurie, I wondered if saying she was seeing Lisa was just a convenient cover for the affair I was worried she was having. Laurie would stay overnight at Lisa's apartment, just saying that she liked to spend time with her sister, but she barely ever stayed out that long with Lisa before this time. She did it a few times, and I would ask her details, but then Laurie would get upset with me for being paranoid. She was starting to see that my questions about what she was doing and when had an underlying theme, and she didn't appreciate the implications. However, I couldn't help but feel that getting upset was a convenient way of not actually answering my questions. One night I decided I would catch Laurie in a lie. She said she was going to go out with Lisa and then stay overnight at Lisa's apartment. I decided I would drive over and see if Laurie was there. If Laurie wasn't with Lisa, then I would know that Laurie was lying to me. I acted completely innocent, even encouraging of Laurie to hang out with her sister that night. Then after midnight, I took the long hour and twenty minute long drive to Lisa's house. I timed to around when I knew that Laurie would likely come home from drinking. And even if she was later than that, I would wait in the parking lot beside the building until I saw Lisa come home. No matter how long I might have to wait, I was going to find out the truth about Laurie saying she was staying with her sister. When I arrived after 1 in the morning, I looked up and to the third floor where Lisa's apartment was and saw that there were lights on. It looked like the lights were dimmed or they weren't all on, but there was definitely somebody home. I was relieved that I wouldn't have to wait around some indefinite amount of time. At the same time, I knew that I was about to have a confrontation with Lisa. Lisa might be there with a man, even, but I was not about to let that stop me from getting her to admit that Laurie was not with her. I stormed up to the entrance to the building and buzzed Lisa's apartment number. There was no answer. I buzzed again. Still no answer. I buzzed her apartment about four times, clearly letting her know I was not going to go away. Finally she answered. "Hello?" Lisa said in a confused and slightly annoyed tone. "It's me, Joel," I said, "Let me in." "What is this about?" Lisa said. I was not going to let her avoid the issue. "Just let me in! I need to talk to you!" I said in an angry and insistent tone. "Joel, you can't just come barging into my place," Lisa said. I was sure she was stalling because she knew I was there to find out that Laurie wasn't there. I wasn't going to let her deflect me though. "I know Laurie isn't there! Are you going to deny it? I know what's going on! Let me in, God damn it!" There was a long pause. And then Lisa said, "Okay, come on up." Her tone was strange, but I couldn't quite figure out the feeling of it. It was still annoyed, but also, amused? The door clicked and I rushed through, as if maybe she could change her mind at the last second. I had too much angry energy to take the elevator, so I practically ran up the stairs. I came to her apartment and banged on the door. Lisa opened it, and said "Joel, keep it down. I don't want to disturb my neighbors!" "I don't care about your neighbors!" I said, bursting in the apartment past Lisa. "You're going to tell me where Laurie is, or," and then I suddenly stopped speaking. Lisa's apartment was small, without really a hallway from the front door to the living room and dining room area. There was just a small wall divider, and as soon as I stepped past it, I was shocked to see Laurie there, sitting on the couch, looking at me. I could see she was angry. "Okay," Lisa said, with a smug attitude as she stepped past me into the room, "You want me to tell you where Laurie is? Here she is." Laurie didn't say anything, she just looked at me, as if she was embarrassed for me and for herself in front of her sister. All three of us stood there in silence. I looked around the room. Both Lisa and Laurie were wearing nothing but T Shirts and panties. Their panties were tiny thongs, but their T Shirts were long, and it was believable they were just being comfortable before going to bed. There was wine and wine glasses on the table, as well as some plates with the remnants of some snack foods. The lighting was low, and there was music on. Something about the room was strange, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I was in such a confused state having had all my anger be for nothing that I figured I was just disoriented. "I think I should just leave you two alone for a bit," Lisa said. "I'll be in my bedroom. Let me know when you're done." Lisa went into another door opposite the couch where Laurie was sitting and shut the door behind her. I knew that she would be able to hear everything Laurie and I said perfectly well, even if we whispered, because it was that kind of apartment. Still, I was glad she gave us the space. Not knowing what else to do, I came and sat down on the couch, but not too close to Laurie, who was clearly upset. She didn't say anything so I spoke first. "I'm sorry," I said, "I don't know what came over me. I was so sure you wouldn't be here." "You think I'm cheating on you? That I'm using my sister as my alibi? Is that it" Lisa said. I hung my head in shame. The answer was obviously yes, but I couldn't bring myself to say it out loud. "I'm really disappointed in you. What has got into you recently? Do you really think I'm having an affair?" "I'm sorry Laurie," I said. "It's just, there are some different things recently. You don't tell me everything you do like you did before. You go out more. You're vague about things." "That's it?" Laurie said. "You're just not sure what I'm doing, and if I don't give you precise answers, you automatically think I'm fucking someone else? Don't you realize how ridiculous that is?" "It's not just that," I said sheepishly, and then, knowing what I was going to say next would sound ridiculous, "There was that phone call." I said, quietly enough that Laurie made me repeat it, and then she said, "What phone call? What are you talking about?" "This guy phone and said he was going to have sex with you and that you were going to leave me for him." Laurie laughed a little, I think because she found it so unbelievable she could only laugh. "Joel, do you really think there could be a guy who could be so confident, and so amazing, that he could know before he met me that he could seduce me and take me away from you? Do you really think that?" "I don't know," I said, "I mean, I don't believe it, it seems ridiculous, but at the same time, it feels like everything has been different since that phone call happened. It was after that that you started changing your schedule and being vague." "Or maybe," Laurie said, "that call put an idea in your head that made you start looking at everything in a way that only makes it seem like I'm doing something bad. Maybe this is all your fault." And with that she had said the very thing I was afraid was happening, that I was ruing a perfect marriage and my chances with a woman I could never hope to replace, letting a stupid prank phone call that was probably from some nobody completely make me crazy. "You drove all the way out here to catch me in a lie, and you've found that I am exactly where I said I would be, and with who I said I'd be with. Now don't you feel foolish for doubting me?" "Yes," I said. "There's no excuse for it. I'm just letting my paranoia get the best of me." "Do you really want to lose me by becoming so suspicious you drive me away?" That was exactly what I was doing. I was so afraid of losing Laurie that I was behaving like a desperate man, which would only end up causing the very thing I ultimately feared most. I promised to Lisa that I would shape up, and at one point I got down on my knees in front of her on the couch, swearing my love for her. "I love you more than anything, and I can't bare for you to think that I don't trust you. I swear on the Bible and to God that I will get rid of these suspicions I have, and that I will be a better husband for you." Laurie seemed slightly amused by my pronouncements, which I took to be a sign that she was lightening up a bit. She kissed me on the forehead, and then I moved to kiss her on the lips but she moved away, which made me realize that I was not going to be forgiven so easily. Still, she smiled at me and I knew that the situation for now was resolved. I stood up, and then I stepped toward Lisa's bedroom door. Laurie practically jumped off the couch and got between me and the door. "What are you doing?" she asked in a breathless panic. I was surprised and said, "I was just going to tell Lisa that it's okay to come back in." Laurie composed herself and then said, "Silly. You can't just open a door on the bedroom of a woman who isn't your wife. She could be changing or something." I thought that was kind a little too cautious, given that I've saw Lisa in her underwear just 20 minutes earlier, but I wasn't going to argue. "Just let me check on her," Laurie said, and she opened the door just enough for her to slip through, and then closed it afterward. I felt a moment of suspicion, and then i realized I was being silly. I knew what Laurie was doing. No doubt she was just having a moment to confer with her sister about how she felt about what just happened, and the two of them would decide on how they would act from this moment. It was the kind of thing close sisters did. They both stepped out of the bedroom, keeping the door shut after them as they came out. They were giggling and had a look on their faces like they were sharing a secret, and I had no doubt that they had said something about me, but I decided to just blow it off as Laurie needing to bond with her sister while we were having troubles. I looked at them, though, looking like wicked little girls and thought about how nice it would be to have them both at the same time. Oh, what an incredible yet impossible fantasy! I think they could tell from the look in my eyes as I stared at both their ample chests straining the fabric of the T Shirts they wore. They giggled and both kissed me on the cheek, Laurie on one side and Lisa on the other. For a moment, I thought maybe the moment could lead to something that I had fantasized about for ages. Lisa joked, *I think we just blew his mind." "Don't get any ideas, buster," Laurie said. "Two sisters is too much for you!" And they laughed and, disappointed as I was, I laughed it off too. The Phone Call Laurie saw me to the door of the apartment, and I felt very cold in the hallway. The apartment had a special warmth in it that I wished I could be a part of. I took the elevator down, and went out to my car. I sat there for a bit, thinking about how I was going to be thinking on the whole drive back about how it was I let myself get to this part. I looked up, and I saw motion in the bedroom window of Lisa's apartment. Laurie emerged, the light of the apartment behind her, just enough to wave at me. I lowered my driver's side window and waved back, and her face was hard to see, but I was pretty sure she was smiling. I sat there looking at her. She was bent over a bit to look out the window, the curtains falling beside her, and her huge tits hung down and jiggled a little. She was so beautiful, and I realized I was in danger of losing a goddess of a woman if I kept up my paranoia. I watched her for a while, and she stayed at the window the whole time, and I felt like we really shared a moment. But I did have to drive home, so reluctantly, I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. It's a long drive and I had plenty of time to think. At first I mostly thought about how all the things that were making me suspicious were really not much to go on, and I convinced myself I was blowing them out of proportion. That stupid call had damn near ended my marriage by making me crazy! One stupid sentence, one stupid idea, and I went crazy and paranoid. Probably just what the caller hoped I would do, and I was living up to their evil plan better than they probably could have imagined. I felt so foolish. Eventually, by about half way through the drive, my mind had wandered to other things. Listening to music and thinking about nothing in particular. Suddenly, a thought struck me that stunned me so much I suddenly pulled over to the side of the highway I was on and had to take a moment to gather my thoughts. There were three wine glasses on the table in Lisa's apartment. Three wine glasses. Were there three people there? It was possible maybe one wine glass had a smudge or something on it and so maybe they got a third one to use. But still, it seemed like I was only then aware of a voice in my head that had been shouting since being at the apartment. Once I thought of the wine glass, I then felt like the way they were keeping me out of Lisa's bedroom was more strange than it seemed at the time. Was someone else there? I thought about turning around and driving back, but I had made such a big deal of promising not to be paranoid anymore. If was wrong about if the wine glass was evidence of something, I could possibly push the damage I had done in our relationship over the tipping point. It was so hard to walk away from the suspicion, though. And this was after I had professed to Laurie about how much I would trust her and never be paranoid again. I started to think about how this was just the kind of paranoid thinking that was destroying my relationship with Laurie, and yet I was trapped in my own promises to her. Eventually, I forced myself to accept that I was letting small details wind me up, and that I needed to go home. So I drove the rest of the way home. But when I got there, I could barely sleep because whenever I drifted close to sleep thoughts of what Laurie might be doing suddenly overwhelmed me, and I felt like I was losing her. I felt these horrible images of Laurie being fucked by some other guy in my head. Unfortunately, things did not get better after that, despite my promises. I put on a front of trying to trust Laurie more, but it was so clearly insincere and Laurie could tell. I would ask questions about where she was going and what she was up to, while trying to pretend that I didn't mind if she didn't answer. Laurie, though, continued to be loving. She would kiss me so passionately whenever we had been apart for a while and I had been wondering where she was. She made great dinners for me when I came home. She phoned me at work and would say loving things. I felt so bad and confused. She was being so nice, and I was a horrible person for being so suspicious. I was able to barely hold it together, though, but one day something happened not to do with Laurie that weakened me. I came home and found Lisa covered in white dust, which turned out to be plaster, and she was wet, too. I was completely baffled, and she had a look like she was so sorry. "What's wrong? What happened," I asked, worried that maybe she had some kind of accident, even though she didn't look hurt. "We had a pipe burst," she said, "And, I'm sorry Joel, but the water got all over your baseball card collection. I think they might be ruined." I practically ran downstairs to the closet where my boxes of cards were, and they were opened, and some cards moved out, but they were covered in water like she had said they were. Laurie had pulled them out of the closet, but whatever happened must have already happened before she got to them. Up above, at the top of the closet, there was a hole in the ceiling, and an exposed pipe that was dripping at a joint. "What happened?" I asked. "I don't know," Laurie said, "When I came downstairs, it must have been already leaking water for a while. Most things in the closet are wet, but your baseball cards were at the bottom and the water must have collected there. I tried to pull them out, but it was too late." I knelt down to examine the cards, and they were all wet and soft, completely ruined. There was an acrid smell as well, which I assumed was the water mixed with old cards. "Why are you covered in plaster?" I asked. "I had to break open the wall to find where the water was leaking from and stop it. I managed to tighten a bolt which helped but I don't know if it will hold. I think as long as we don't use the upstairs washroom we'll be okay. I'll call a plumber tomorrow and get it fixed. Oh, Joel, I'm sorry about your cards. I know how precious they were to you." She was right, they were so precious to me. Some of them were rare cards that I'd never replace that were worth a lot of money, but most of them were cards I had as a kid that were sentimental in value. I could remember who I traded with and when, and now all those good memories were gone. Losing my cards might seem like it would have nothing to do with Laurie, it was just one of those unfortunate things that can happen when you own a home. There was always something that needed fixing or something that might go wrong, and I was just super unlucky that it happened to ruin something really precious to me. The problem was that when bad things happen to you, it can make you weak in general, and so my suspicions about Laurie got even worse. I felt like I had a part of my child hood taken from me, and it was a similar sense of loss to the kind of loss I was worried I was having with Laurie. That things were being taken from me by powers beyond me.It made me more paranoid and suspicious. I became less subtle about asking where she was going and not believing her answers, and she was becoming more agitated by my questions. Something had to give. I got so paranoid that I crossed a line. One time while she was in the shower, I picked up her iPhone and discovered that she had changed her pass code. I had never needed to use her phone or log in before, but we had known each other's pass code just in case something happened. It was strange that she changed it and didn't tell me. I didn't mention anything about it, though. Instead, I patiently waited and watched until I could see what her new passcode was by keeping an eye out whenever she used her phone. On another night, when Laurie was in the shower, I picked up her phone again and this time I was able to get in. I looked through her past calls, and there were no calls from numbers I didn't recognize, or any blocked calls. That didn't convince me, though, as she could easily be deleting the records as they happened. I went into her Facebook app, and scanned through. Again, there was nothing there to or from anyone that seemed suspicious. One thing I noticed, though, was that there seemed to be less pictures of Laurie out with friends at clubs and bars than before. It seemed like if she was going out more, there should be more pictures, not less. I was getting frustrated and nervous, listening for if Laurie was still in the shower, and not finding anything. Part of me thought that this was evidence that I was wrong, and that Laurie wasn't doing anything, that I should put down her phone and let it go. But it's hard to explain that state of mind. I had gone this far because I was so sure there was at least something going on that I felt that no evidence was simply an indication that it was hidden better than I thought. That Laurie was covering her tracks better than I had anticipated. I decided to focus on the Facebook chat messages between Laurie and Lisa, and then scanned through their contents as quickly as I could. Most of it was just about meeting here and there, and times and places. They talked enough in real life that they didn't need to say much of substance in their messages. And then I saw one message from Lisa that said "coming over after you're with your new guy?" My mind practically exploded. What new guy? What was Lisa talking about? Was this the evidence that I was looking for that Laurie was, in fact, having an affair with another man? I was so distracted by my thoughts, that I didn't notice that the sound of the shower had stopped and Lisa had was at the doorway to the bathroom connected to our bedroom. Most people might look awkward or lack confidence standing naked and a little wet, holding nothing but a towel. Laurie, though, knew she had the body of a goddess and had absolute confidence in her stance, powerful and commanding, with her legs apart and one hand on her hip and the other holding the towel almost as f it were a whip or a weapon. "What are you doing?" she said in an angry and surprised voice. "Who is this "new guy"?" I shot back, holding her phone like it was a smoking gun of evidence. "What?" she said, and there wasn't even a flicker of worry on her face, which in itself made me lose confidence in my position. Maybe I had merely misread something. Laurie stepped over and grabbed the phone to look at the message I had been looking at. I didn't really want to let go of the phone, because I knew that once I did, I would never get the chance to look at it again, and if there was any more evidence, it would be forever hidden from me. On the other hand, I couldn't childishly hold it away from her, because that would just make Laurie far more upset, and then she would likely not tell me anything. She looked at the message, and then she looked at me like I was a fool and said, "My "new guy" is my new Pilates instructor. Lisa was just asking if I was going to meet her after working out." I didn't believe her, but I didn't have anymore evidence of anything to contradict her story. I had to admit that for all I knew, she was telling the truth. It's just that my intuition was so strong that something was going on. "Let me see the other messages then," I said. "How can I show you the messages that don't have what you're looking for?" Laurie said. "I don't know, just let me look so I can see you aren't hiding anything." Laurie turned off the screen on her phone, and she suddenly said, "I'm sorry Joel, but it's clear you just don't trust me. I don't know what's got into you, but you've broken a truly happy relationship. I think I should move out." "What?" I yelled suddenly. "You mean get a divorce?" "I don't know," Laurie said. "But first we need to separate for a while. Maybe some time apart will be good for us." I suddenly felt a hole open up beneath my feet. This was the exact opposite of what I wanted. I did not want her to go, and I felt like an idiot for letting my paranoia push her away. "No, Laurie, please, don't go," I begged. Right then and there she went to her closet where her suitcase was, and started putting clothes into it, before she even got dressed. As she picked out clothes to take with her, she put a few on. I pleaded with her while she packed, but she insisted that she was leaving and that was that. "Maybe some time apart from me will make you realize how foolish you are being for pushing me away with all your suspicion," she said. She was exactly right. She left that night and wouldn't tell me where she went, because she didn't want me showing up unexpectedly. I assumed she was at her sister's place, and I drove over to see if she was there, lingering in my car watching to see if she would come or go, but I never saw her. The nights in my house felt more and more lonely. One day I came back from work to find that she had taken all her remaining stuff. Anything she felt was important was gone. I wrote endless E-mails to her. I sent her texts. I phoned her. I begged her to come back. I apologized over and over for having been so paranoid, and for being stupid, and for everything. I told her how much I loved her and would change and would no longer question anything she did. I was broken without her. I didn't get any response from Laurie to any of my E-mails or phone messages, which didn't completely surprising, because I'm sure no woman wants to be with a guy pleading to be with her. I couldn't help it, though. Inside me was a yearning for her that I had to address or I would go crazy. Over time I was able to get a handle on my feelings enough that I realized I needed to shape up or I was more likely to drive her away then convince her to be back with me. Although I had a few weak moments where I poured my heart into an E-mail or a phone message, I was able to eventually stop altogether. It was agonizing, thinking about her constantly, wondering what she was doing, hoping to hear from her, hoping to bump into her, wondering if there was something I could do to convince her to be with me. I knew, though, that for the time being I needed to just back off and give her some space. Eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, after a couple of weeks, she phoned me up. "I know that I pushed you away with my paranoia," I told her. "For some reason it felt like I was seeing evidence of you doing something, but now I realize that the more I gave into thinking that way, it was easy to start seeing everything as a clue, and then I was blaming you for something you weren't doing. I know you were never cheating on me. I know that now. You're as beautiful inside as you are outside. I now see that somehow I became scared that I wasn't good enough for you, that you might consider other men, and I turned around and took that out on you by accusing you of not being loyal. I was really stupid. But you know how much I love you, and I want to make things right, and I will do anything to get us back together." "Oh, Joel," Laurie said. "Do you really feel that way? You trust me? Do you really believe that I wasn't ever cheating on you?" She sounded excited and enthusiastic, so I jumped on that feeling. "Yes! Oh, Laurie, yes I do. I love you so much and I don't even believe I could have been so stupid as to ever doubt you. Please Laurie, let's get back together. Let's make this marriage perfect again." "Okay, Joel," she said, and I can't tell you how much my heart jumped, like it was given a whole new life. I was literally dizzy I was so excited. "Oh my God, Laurie, do you mean that? You've made me the happiest man in the world! Let's not wait! Let's meet right now!" I was too excited, bursting with an uncontrollable happiness. "Joel, I appreciate how much you need this, how much you love me, but you have to understand that I'm still a little cautious. I think you might be so excited to have me that you'll say anything right now," she said. "Okay," I said, "just tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything you want." "Okay," Laurie said, "I want to get back into this slowly, for us to reconnect. Let's go out on a date, to start fresh again. I'll text you a restaurant to meet me at, in two weeks." My heart sank at having to wait another two weeks to see her, and I couldn't help but sound a little whiny when I said, "Two weeks? Why so long?" Laurie sounded like a mother chastising an impatient child when she said, "If you're serious about this being a new start, I want to make sure you're committed. If you can't wait two weeks, then can you really commit to putting in the time to win me back?" I knew this was going to be the hardest two weeks of my life, but I also knew that I had to earn her trust again, so I was going to do whatever it takes. "It will be worth the wait," Laurie said. "It's going to be a romantic night, I'll dress up, and the sex will be incredible." I couldn't believe my ears. It was everything I wanted to hear. "I've got to go now, Joel. Try not to masturbate too much thinking about me. I want you to save yourself for that night. It's going to be incredible." We hung up, and almost immediately I got a text saying she had made a reservation at a restaurant I had never heard of before. I didn't hear anything else from her before our big date. I was a powerful mix of emotions during those two weeks. Most of the time I was walking on cloud nine, thinking of little romantic gestures that I knew she would love. I thought about what which suit I'd wear. I checked the restaurant online, and it seemed like an elegant place, so I wanted to go formal. Everyone at my work noticed how giddy with excitement I was, and I couldn't help telling them all that I was going to be seeing my wife again, and what it meant to me. I shouldn't have let out so much personal information, but I was just too happy to not share it. All my coworkers were supportive and encouraging. There were nights, though, when I was in bed, and thinking about Laurie, where I was nervous and scared. I worried that I might do something to ruin the night, and then by extension, ruin my chances to win her back. I worried that maybe I was no longer good enough for her, that maybe something had changed. And to be totally honest, a part of me worried that maybe she had cheated, but that I was so willing to take her back that it will get left unresolved. It's hard to say what I was thinking about the fact that maybe she had cheated. Some small part of me, some voice, was trying to tell me something. But I was determined that I would get Laurie back, and I resolved that even if she had cheated, I would forgive and forget. I even thought that maybe if she had cheated, I could have very well pushed her into it. By being so paranoid and accusing her of cheating, I may have self fulfilled the prophecy but putting the idea into her head. I decided that even if that had happened, she seemed to want to be with me now, and that's the important thing. Maybe she even went with another guy and realized I was more right for her, and we would be better off because of it! After an eternity, the day finally came. I was dressed my best, had been to the barber, and did everything to make sure I was perfect for my true love. I brought a dozen red roses and a small gift of her favorite chocolates. I wanted it to be like a classic date. I got to the restaurant, which was part of a hotel complex. When I arrived, I was shown to a table right beside a large bay window, and it looked out over the city. I noticed it wasn't the best view in the restaurant, as part of the hotel, which was in a separate tower, blocked part of the view of the city. I thought about changing seats to a better view, but then I thought I didn't want to make presumptions that might offend her, so I sat down and waited for her to arrive. I eagerly anticipated the moment she would walk in the room. She always made an entrance that made everyone in the room turn and look, but this time it would be even more impactful on me. I couldn't wait to see her statuesque form stride into the room. And, I have to admit, the thought of seeing her huge pillowy tits bounce as she walked toward me was also something I thought about and was eager to see. I ordered a bottle of champagne to be ready for when she arrived. The Phone Call This story is based on fact and it involves wife-sharing. So if any 'Anonymous' out there wants to complain that you 'had' to read something with a topic which you find unacceptable, I have warned you in advance what it contains. Thus by simply not bothering to read it, you may save yourself the need to sacrifice your sensitivities and save us from the inevitable irritating whinges of your inescapable hypocrisy had you done so. ***** By the time of the phone call I'd come to understand my gorgeous young wife very well indeed - for it was some five years since we'd first got together and in the time since, there had been more than one instance when I'd found that the combination of a few drinks and a bit of flattery could nearly always manage to soften her defences against any flirting from our male friends or others. Although I had never had cause to fear for her loyalty and was confident that she'd never cheat on me, some of our pillow talk had revealed my excitement on the odd occasion when she would flirt back at the approaches of certain male friends and sometimes, the odd interested stranger. Despite our many chats on the matter however, she still retained the mild naivety of someone far younger than her 27 years and because she genuinely had no real appreciation of the effect she could have on men, she'd never taken their approaches too seriously - just treated them all as mildly exciting but harmless fun. Not so me - to whom she is the sexiest person I know. And nor am I alone, for I'm more than aware that a number of our male friends (and a couple of women)would give a great deal for the chance to get her stripped naked and into bed. Oh true, our pillow talk had been coming on quite well of late - and after numerous false starts when my courage had failed at the last moment, I'd eventually managed to pluck up sufficient nerve to begin opening up about my hitherto deeply hidden fantasy of witnessing her submission to another guy's seduction. To those who may either disapprove or be unable to identify with such a thrill, I can only say that this particular fantasy is one of the most erotic, overwhelming and bitter-sweet excitements I've ever experienced. In the first instance, one is taking a taboo subject full on by giving tacit approval for another man to have access to the most intimate element of one's marital relationship (next to the basic foundation of deep personal love for one's partner) and with that consent, come the most enormous reservations. The worst perhaps, is the inevitable fear that she may find things so thrilling that she imagines herself cooling off the relationship within her marriage - favouring instead what may initially seem to be the more exciting alternative... particularly if sex within the marriage seems to have lost some of its magic. Yet even the more jealous and inhibited among us may find ourselves perversely indulging this risk with an almost masochistic pleasure. On the one hand one is definitely frightened by the risk (and those of us who have had inhibited upbringings may declare it outlandish) but when push comes to shove, those of us who harbour this fantasy find it difficult to resist the temptation and however deep our reservations or inhibitions, temptation will often be the winner. This was particularly so for me when my mind gradually embraced a vision of my wife writhing in sexual ecstasy as she's impaled by another man's cock. She pants out her pleasure at the blissful feeling of their coupling and she gazes at her husband for the last few seconds before her eyes begin to flutter in unseeing orgasmic delight - a peak of pleasure instigated by her complete submission to the novelty of a new penis which is excitedly thrusting deep within her sex. As I write, I feel my cock harden yet again at thought of the look on my wife's face and the uncontrollable moaning sounds she makes when she's pushed to the brink. But I wanted to witness her seduction as a third party onlooker - to watch her submission and the look on her face. The image of her abandonment invaded my thoughts increasingly often when we were in the throes of love-making - to such an extent that I sometimes felt it would overwhelm me. I really wanted it to happen but was nervously uncertain how to go about achieving it. If truth were known, I felt I might prefer the other guy to have no inkling of my implicit consent to her seduction and he would thus take every precaution to ensure the secrecy of their coupling. This would particularly be the case if he were married himself - when he might believe that he would be running the double risk of not only his conquest's husband discovering his unfaithful lust, but also his own wife. Personally, it was anathema to me that others might hear of it and therefore consider my wife was a slut and readily available to them as well. I could never look upon my wife as being a 'slut', for that description is highly pejorative in the UK and I have too much respect for her to risk others thinking of her as such. No, the other guy's deep fear of exposure would be an absolute prerequisite and I knew someone who fitted the book completely. As I believe is the experience of many others who share the same fantasy however, and perhaps predictably, my final admission had initially been received very badly by Mandy... "How could you POSSIBLY say you love me, yet want another guy to have sex with me?" She just could not believe there was any difference between love and pure physical lust. To her the two were inseparable in a marriage and if she were to allow access to another man, she considered that not only would she be breaking her marital and moral vows but that our marriage must surely be over. Then as time went on, and to my delight, she actually began to join in expanding our bed-time horizons and on occasion, she even seemed to get quite excited by the possibility herself. Thus it was that an increasing number of very naughty thoughts involving various individuals, coupled with the thrillingly erotic speculations which followed, often gave birth to spectacular late-night sex between us. Sadly though, all bets were cancelled immediately we were outside the bedroom - and indeed, once we were outside the bedroom and in the light of day, she wouldn't accept either my excited ramblings or her hot responses of the night before as anything other than marginally erotic fantasy that had just happened to add an additional thrill during sex. Of late though, and since I'd casually risked introducing a particular friend's name into our night-time forays into the unknown, I'd noticed a steady softening in her approach and she'd even begun to respond to various of my invented scenarios with something verging on enthusiasm. It seemed then, that the thought of Greg - our young employee and now close friend - being involved in our night-time fantasies, did not completely turn her off. Furthermore, I'd noticed that what had originally been just Greg's odd meaningful glance at her had become more frequent of late; and whenever the three of us met up in the pub for a drink after work, such looks were increasingly met by a warm smile from my wife - albeit her smiles were always delivered demurely upwards from a bowed head and accompanied by a charming blush - thus making her even more appealing to our lusty young friend. Oh yes, the hormones were definitely being aroused in more than just me by our young employee's obvious growing interest in my wife and the thought excited me for reasons which I readily accepted with a degree of both guilt and concern - but could not as yet, properly define. Then one night I took a step forwards when we were role playing with her on top. As she became more and more excited and seemed about to orgasm, I enthusiastically suggested that she should imagine herself deeply impaled on Greg's erection while she rode 'his lovely cock' to the finish. As her orgasm started, she panted out, "Oh God yes... you feel so lovely... oh bloody hell yes Greg... please push as hard as you can... go deeper... please fuck me harder... oh yes please, go up as far as you want... oh please... you feel so fucking lovely... go on... oh please, I want to feel you come inside me... oh please come Greg... oh-my-godfathers, that feels absolutely bloody amazing... that's it, I can feel you coming right inside me and it's oh... so... Greg... oh YESSSS...!" With a powerful orgasm under way, she'd continued to hysterically egg 'Greg' on until she eventually collapsed on my chest - panting and exhausted; and leaving me with the largest iron-hard and yet-to-be-released erection I could ever remember. ____________________________ With this exciting scenario having introduced a specific individual and it now having been tacitly accepted by my naughty little wife, I was careful not to bring it up too often, lest it should lose its potency. I wanted to make sure she would get so hot at some stage, that she would allow Greg to go further than just the odd glance. That is, if he ever managed to overcome his own trepidation at thought of seducing his boss's wife. And the latter was by no means a foregone conclusion - which fact became obvious to me one evening in the pub when we'd had far too many pints together and the conversation had inevitably progressed to sex. He'd admitted that he was always extremely cautious of trying it on with certain women, lest they refuse him. It seemed that his confidence was still in the process of forming, even at the age of 22. Much to my surprise and enhanced excitement however, I found my naughty little wife herself beginning to introduce my fantasy quite often now and we'd wander off into all manner of speculation involving Greg and his cock - to the rhythm of our thrusting away in the throes of ever-increasing passion. In the light of day however, she'd continue to brush it off in the same way as she'd dismissed my initial admission of wanting to see her with another man. And even when I casually mentioned that it was her who was often introducing the idea nowadays, she'd still describe it as 'just a bit of naughty night-time fun' and not reality. Yet I began to notice a slight flush rise on her face sometimes as she tried to reassure herself - and since it seemed that her body was letting her statement down by confirming what her mind was thinking, I determined to take advantage while the thought still aroused her. Just before bed, I'd steer the conversation towards sex and whilst tempering agreement with it all as just being fantasy and pillow talk, I'd come out with the odd suggestion, "You know darling, and despite all that, I suppose it could be quite exciting to see what would happen if Greg did actually get flirty with you one day!" Then on another occasion I suggested, "The way you were talking about him last night darling, sounded as if you might just like to see what'd happen if we all had a few too many to drink one evening and Greg tried it on. If we really wanted to find out of course, I could always leave you alone for quarter of an hour or so, on the pretext of going off to buy us another bottle or something and see whether he made any moves on you?' Always though, she'd continue denying she had any real interest... but the blush still came up and the night-time fantasies still continued! Quite un-planned however, an opportunity rose one evening when I rang home from one of our branch offices to say that I was going to be late back. It was a genuine call but as it happened, it was to lead to other things. I listened to the phone ringing at the other end and was about to put down the receiver because I though she must be out, when I heard my wife eventually answer - a little breathlessly but with the usual modern inquisitory lift at the end, "Hello, Netherhampton 523489?" "Hi darling, it's me... er, you seemed to take your time answering... anything wrong?" I was wondering about the heavy breathing. It was nearly dusk, so it was unlikely she'd have been working in the garden - maybe she'd just got home and heard the phone ringing as she put the car away. "Oh hi darling. Yes, sorry about that... Er yes... I was... erm, outside shutting up the greenhouse when I heard the phone and had to run in. How you doing?" The way she said it sounded a little contrived and I immediately wondered. Why the stuttering explanation... was there something going on... was someone else there... if so, why didn't she say so... who would it be though...? And then I remembered I'd told Greg that if he were to leave the office early for the day, could he please drop off a file at my house for me on his way home? But that must have been nearly two hours since and he'd probably have gone ages ago. BUT... could he still be there and... oh wow... if he was still there, perhaps this might be an opportunity? "Oh right, I see... I'm OK thanks Honey, just a bit knackered after a long day going round the branches and I've still got quite a lot more to do at this one before I can leave. Then I've got a thirty minute drive and I thought I might call in for one at the White Horse on the way." Then, as if an afterthought, "Oh, by the way - did Greg drop a file off for me? I asked him before I left my own office a couple of hours or so ago if he'd like to leave early and wouldn't mind doing it as a favour on his way home. He actually left a while before I did." There was a slight pause before she answered, "Oh yes... of course he did darling... but that must have been well over an hour and a half or so ago." Something in the way she hesitated made me think for a moment and a naughty thought made me wonder whether or not she really was on her own. Perhaps Greg hadn't in fact left and whether for some reason she felt guilty by admitting she'd been there alone with him after all this time. Oh yes, that would account for her earlier hesitation. It seemed to me then, that there was a good chance he was still there and bearing in mind the time of the evening, it would have been perfectly natural for them to have both had a couple of drinks. Then, and knowing the way my little wife poured drinks, just a couple might perhaps have been sufficient to give Greg more than enough Dutch courage to think about taking advantage of my absence. But no, she said he'd gone over an hour before. I wondered why... and then a little frisson of lust ran through me. Perhaps... just perhaps... he'd built up sufficient confidence to have gone further and had actually tried making a pass at her. How could I find out whether or not my fertile mind was assuming things that weren't? And then it came to me. A few days before, I'd thought that Greg might have found some negatives in the office dark-room. I was convinced that I'd mistakenly left them in the enlarger after I'd made some prints but I couldn't find them anywhere. It had taken a lot of diplomatic questioning before I'd eventually felt forced to tell Greg in deepest confidence what they were and then explained how that was the reason I was so worried when I couldn't find them. He'd then gone off and made a great show of looking all over the place for them. Eventually, he'd 'come up trumps' when he came back into my office three-quarters of an hour later and holding a film-roll in his hand, had asked whether these might be the ones? From the blush on his face, I just knew he'd almost certainly just made some prints for himself whilst he was purportedly 'searching the place'. When I first hinted at my suspicions he quickly denied any such thing. I then asked him outright if that was the case and after further questioning, he'd finally admitted it was and said that he hoped I couldn't blame him because he'd never in a million years thought he'd ever see my wife in a bikini, let alone completely naked. He stutteringly told me that he thought she really did look fantastic with nothing on and I was incredibly lucky to go home to somebody so beautiful every night. He ended by telling me he was really envious of me. I can remember saying something crass like, "Oh, I see - so that's how it is now, is it? So having seen photographs of her body, I suppose you fancy my wife now do you?" and when he nodded his head enthusiastically, I'd noticed a swelling in the front of his jeans at the same time as I felt my own growing discomfort for the same reason. After a pause, I'd told him I really could understand his excitement but he must never let anyone know what he'd seen, least of all my wife - however strong the temptation. I reminded him that he was married too and I was sure he didn't want his wife to find out what he'd done. However, knowledge of Greg having been able to scrutinise very personal pictures of my wife showing every intimate part of her body really excited me and I 'accidentally' forgot to ask him for the prints he'd made! Now however, seemed an appropriate moment to 'confess' to Mandy what had happened, in the hope that once she realised that he'd seen every inch of her naked body, the latent exhibitionist in her might get her quite hot and that could only be to Greg's advantage in my absence and she would be more susceptible to any approach he made. Thus, I went on with my thought, "Erm... seeing as he's gone now and you're on your own darling, I suppose you do realise that Greg fancies you rotten and would love the opportunity to make a pass and see if he could get you naked and into bed?... In fact, I think I'm certain he would." "Don't be bloody ridiculous Peter - what on earth makes you think that? He's younger than me and he's also incredibly shy of women. Even if you were right and I can't think why you'd ever think you were, I doubt that he'd ever have the nerve to try it on - and whether or not he's become a friend, don't forget he's still our employee and he'd probably be scared of losing his job as well." Listening to her responding so quickly, she sounded like someone whose denial was trying to convince herself. I grasped the moment and went on, "You've got to be joking Mandy - I'D love to see you bare like that right now, let alone someone who's never seen what you look like without anything on... oh wait... erm, darling...? "Mmm... Yes Peter... " She sounded really excited now and I wondered if Greg was doing something to make her voice sound so dreamy. "Erm, I've got a confession to make and I think if I make it now, at least you'll have had time to calm down before I get home... assuming of course, that it makes you angry and nothing else!" "Oh yes... mmmm... oh yes,... er, what was that darling?" "Well... you know all those photos I took of you one night in the study last year - you know, those ones of you slowly getting undressed until you were completely naked and then lying on that big cushion with your thighs spread wide playing with yourself to expose your open pussy to my camera?" "Hell yes... I most certainly do! I got so worked up that night with everything you made me do in front of your bloody camera, I think I'd have walked through the village with nothing on if you'd asked me to - bloody hell, the state I was in! Well, what about them?" "Well, there's no point in beating about the bush... well... er... Greg found the negatives by accident in the office the other day and he's seen them all!" Mandy gasped and there was silence for a full minute. All I could hear was her breathing getting faster and then she gave another little moan before eventually responding, "You mean he's seen all of them - my breasts and nipples and all... even the open pussy ones?" "Afraid so darling. Yes he has - and what's more, he made himself some copies and once he'd admitted it, I forgot to ask him to give them to me. I'm really sorry... are you pissed off and do you mind awfully... or...?" The Phone Call Silence, except for what I hoped were two lots of heavy breathing on the other end of the phone. At last I heard yet another little moan from Mandy - and then, "Do I mind? Oh god darling, that's dreadful... he's really seen them all?" There was a little grunt and a drawn-out moan, "Oh Peter, no I don't think I really do mind - in fact, that's such a fucking sexy thought... our employee seeing his boss's posh little wife completely naked!" Neither of us spoke for what must have been at least a couple of minutes. Then my mind began hatching a little plot - but before going any further with it, I asked the next couple of questions very quietly, so that if anyone was in the room and standing reasonably close to her, they wouldn't be able to hear what I said. "You still there Mandy darling?" A further pause... then, Yes, I'm still here." "Well look - don't say anything for a second darling but it sounds to me as if Greg might still be there? Please don't worry if he is still with you. I really don't mind - honestly, I'm not complaining; but er... but if he is still there, try not to be too obvious in your answer - just say 'Yes' and then start talking about something else, so's I'll know whether he is or not." With excitement rushing through me, I waited as she hesitated. She was obviously working out what to say and whether I really did want them to 'be up to something'. But would she trust me enough to admit it? Then, after what seemed like an age but was probably under a minute, she went on with a slight tremor in her voice, "Yes darling... " Then she whispered very quietly, "He's actually in the loo at the moment but he'll be back in a moment. Oh wait, I can hear him coming back now." She hesitated for a moment again, then continued, "I did offer Greg a drink like you suggested but he said he was supposed to be going out later this evening with a mate of his and in the end, he only stayed for about ten minutes - just long enough for a very quick cup of tea and a chat." A quick chat my arse... he really was still there! And if I knew Greg, he'd at least have been flirting with her in my absence. Just the very thought excited me, let alone wondering whether she'd already thought of surrendering to his advances. Anyway, her answer indicated that she must be in the mood and much to my delighted surprise, it seemed as if she was going to play the game... "But you did offer him a proper drink though - you know, a G&T or something?" My hope was that she'd continue on the same lines and yes, she immediately picked up on it. "Oh yes, I think he probably did want to stop for one... but I understood what he meant when he said one drink leads to a couple more and before you know it, he'd be over the top and wouldn't be able to drive. You'll remember the last time we all had too much here that evening? We took his car keys and made him stay in the spare room that night, rather than risk the 25 mile drive home?" I remembered that night all too well. We'd all three of us had a huge amount to drink one evening at home and just before midnight Greg had drifted off into a drunken sleep in an armchair in our sitting room. When Mandy and I couldn't wake him, we'd had to half carry him between us and put him on the bed in the spare room. Then came the dilemma of what to do with his fully dressed state... and our concern that he could possibly be ill during the night. So we'd put a basin beside the bed and decided we'd better get some of his clothes off in case he was ill all over them. When we'd taken off his jacket and tie, Mandy began to leave the room, saying she'd leave the rest to me - but I told her I needed her help to remove his shirt while I held him upright (You know, just in case he gets sick during the night darling!). I held him upright, while Mandy took off his shirt. Then we had to partially lift him to remove his jeans (They'll get really creased in bed if we leave them on darling!) Initially balking at the idea, Mandy eventually gave in to my protestations that he must be made comfortable for the night and so she pulled, while I manoeuvred... and then they were off. Next came his shoes and socks (his feet will probably sweat if we leave them on under the duvet darling!). We took a foot each and spreading his legs to give ourselves room, we manipulated the uncovering of both feet - which now left him in just his underwear. Mandy started for the door at that stage - but just as she couldn't stop herself looking back for another quick glimpse of the obvious bulge under his boxers, so did I put a hand on her shoulder and with a wicked grin on my face, suggest, "Don't you want to see what everyone was talking about a while ago darling? You know... what the stripper found so interesting when she pulled his jeans off at that stag party? Anyway, I can't do this on my own Sweetie; so come on, give me a hand and we'd better take his boxers off too, in case he wakes up all sweaty in them." But no - that was where my little wife balked at any further involvement and actually left me to complete whatever further undressing was necessary. She went off to finish her drink in the living room and left me to deal with whatever else had to be dealt with; so in reality, I just left Greg as he was and went to join her. But in my fantasies when feeling randy on occasions since, I have allowed my mind to develop that situation in order to heighten my mood; and recall of the scenario has been heavily embellished in my fantasy to become 'a near miss', rather than a non-event! On such occasions my wanderings have had her immediately turning back into the room and while I lift both his legs, my slightly blushing young wife slips down Greg's boxers. As I let go of his ankles, one of his legs slips down the side of the bed and leaves him with widely spread knees and one foot on the floor. With Greg on his back and completely naked, his chunky cock lies in its nest of pubic hair - flaccid and curled up like a bird. But as we look, he coughs slightly and the movement causes it to uncurl and slide down between the top of his still spread thighs - its long foreskin aiming downwards like the detonator point of a small bomb. Now I've never had any gay leanings towards the parts of other guys but I'm afraid to say that when creating this fantasy, I do feel a wholly unexpected surge of bi-lust and not only am I just fascinated by the sight of his impressive cock, but I find it difficult to believe how attractive it looks - quite long and very smooth with deep veins ready to enlarge it still further in excitement. I immediately want to reach out - to touch it and find out what it would feel like in my hand. When I raise my head to comment, I notice that Mandy's eyes are also completely transfixed by the sight of Greg's tackle bared for her viewing pleasure and temptingly close for her to touch. For a second, she begins to reach out a hand... but then, as if suddenly embarrassed by what she's about to do, my fantasy returns to a slightly more likely ending as she turns away from the sight and leaves the room without a word. For some reason, I've never been able to manipulate any more interesting ending! Anyway, back to the phone call. I was convinced that Mandy and Greg would must have had at least a couple of drinks by now, particularly as he had actually arrived nearly two hours earlier. Not only that but if she really was still completely averse to my fantasy, why was she now seemingly prepared to go along with my implied subterfuge? The answer of course must be that she was no longer even remotely averse to what had been in my mind for so long and with that realisation, excitement took me over and I continued formulating the plan which had now become a priority if full advantage were to be taken of the opportunity. There was a further hesitation before she continued talking and from what she eventually said, I had no doubts at all now that she'd caught on and really was at last interested in furthering the game. Whilst highly excited, I was nonetheless worried about the aftermath - but the excitement won. Any drinking they'd done had obviously softened her defences and begun to ease her inhibitions. I guessed that in turn, and with the benefit of a bit of Dutch courage inside him, Greg would then have been openly flirting to his heart's content. Bearing in mind their surreptitious glances in the pub and elsewhere over the last few weeks, I had no doubt that she would have been quite receptive. I sensed confirmation of that as, with a deep breath, she went on - the words almost tumbling from her mouth, "Pity really darling - I could have done with a bit of company this evening - particularly if you're going to be quite a while yet. Erm... how long did you say you're likely to be?" I immediately considered the situation and realised that if something really was to have a chance of developing, they'd both have to feel that they wouldn't be disturbed. Accordingly, I almost whispered the next bit, lest Greg might hear, "I can be as long as you'd like darling. How long do you want... or should I say 'need'? Give me a hint!" Again there was quite a long pause before she answered, "Oh, I see," she said, "As long as that huh? Oh you poor love, I sometimes think you work far too long hours. Well OK then, I'll leave some supper for you in a low oven, it should certainly keep until about ten-thirty or eleven - but please darling, try not to be much later than that!" Her cut glass southern England accent, slightly accentuated by the alcohol she'd obviously consumed, sounded so innocent and pure that it turned me on even further just to listen to her. I'd have to be careful here, lest I give in and return home early to give her my own now pressing attentions - and that would deny all three of us this unplanned opportunity to progress fantasy to reality. Bearing in mind it was only just after six-thirty, I could imagine what she had in mind and every possibility excited me beyond belief. I'd developed an enormous erection now and had to stand up in order to ease the pressure of my suit trousers. I went on, quietly, "Hang on a second darling - Is Greg in the room with you and able to hear what you say?" "Oh Yes, I think he should be able to do that - but obviously, he couldn't do it for you now..." "D'you mean he can't hear me?" "Oh no, I should think definitely not. Why?" "Just bear with me, I've got the most amazingly naughty idea. Just wait for a few seconds and then say, 'Oh darling, I couldn't possibly do that!' Say it with a little giggle, as if it's a really naughty suggestion. Have you got that?" There was silence for nearly a minute and then, "Oh... darling, I couldn't possibly do that!" On cue, she giggled nervously. I went on with my plan, "Now say something like this, 'Well I suppose I do quite fancy him when you put it like that - but I'm not sure I could role play over the phone. I'd feel silly doing that on my own here." There was a silence for quite a few seconds this time and I could sense her blushing as she realised what I wanted her to say. Then, in a very quiet voice, she went on extremely hesitantly, "Well, yes... you know I do... er... well you know... er, I quite... er... well yes, I suppose I do quite fancy him but... oh fuck darling, I'm not quite sure I can role play over the phone... I know we may have fantasised about it in bed but... well... we've never done that sort of thing before on the phone and I... oh hell darling... I'd feel a bit silly, what with you not being here and everything." "Now say, 'Honestly? Do you really want me to pretend that Greg's still here so we can have telephone sex and involve him in the role play?" A hesitation - this time for nearly half a minute; but then she repeated my words -quite slowly as if uncertain whether or not to say them, "Honestly? Do you really want me to pretend Greg's still here so we can have role-playing phone sex?" "Now Mandy - say, 'God, that's really naughty darling'!" "God, that's really naughty darling!" This time, an immediate response. Any hesitancy was getting less now! I continued, getting more excited by the minute at what I was suggesting, "Have a look at Greg's crotch darling and say yes if you think he's got a hard on." "Er yes, I think so." she said; and then with a little giggle she said cryptically as if talking of something else, "I suppose things really did develop very quickly that day darling - at least, that's the way it seemed to me!" "Wonderful! Does it turn you on to see the outline of his cock like that, knowing it's because he wants you?" "Oh yes darling. Most definitely!" "If it really turns you on, let's see whether we can't arrange things so you can see it without him having any clothes on - wouldn't you just love to see his cock and play with it darling - wouldn't that be really nice for you? Wouldn't you like to have a lovely new penis, knowing that we both want you to do it?" This time she responded almost with a choking sound, "Oh God yes, I really... I mean they really do!" "All right then darling, let's play out a little plan I have in mind. Now just go on repeating what I say to you... oh and after the next repeat question, say "All right then, if that's what you really want, I'll put it on conference!" She began to repeat what I said next but with a little more confidence this time - I could hear the randiness in her voice. I wondered if he was grinning at her. I suspect he was and she'd be looking up at him, blushing like a virgin, with the phone in her hand and about to be switched to conference. She'd gone so far with what she'd said in front of him that things were fully in the open now between them and she was stuck with the situation, whether she liked it or not. She'd obviously got so hot that she'd managed to overcome virtually all her reservations and inhibitions. She was his for the taking but as far as he knew, I had no inkling of what was going on, so he might be a little bit wary how far he went - just in case I found out. "Now Mandy, say... 'You really want me to pretend Greg's still here but can't hear what you're saying on the phone despite it being on 'conference'?" She said it, without wasting a second, "You honestly want me to pretend Greg's still here but can't hear what you say?" I held my breath. This next remark would be the moment of irrevocable decision for Mandy and if she continued as I hoped she would, for there was no way she could ever explain things away to Greg without also giving the game away. As far as he knew, I had no idea that he was still there, so she'd be stuck with whatever followed - unless of course, she wanted to tell him all about our naughty fantasies. No, the way I saw it, she'd settle for what she thought would be the lesser of two evils (or of course, pleasures, depending on which way you looked at it - and I reckoned I knew which one it was!) I told her what to say next. Another full minute went by and then, just as I was about to think she'd given up on our little game, she responded with my suggested text, "All right then, if that's what you really want, I'll put it on 'conference' so my hands are free for other things; but let's hope nobody comes to the door and hears me." Then, she slowly added, ... and darling..." "Yes Mandy?" "... just don't blame me if this all gets a bit out of hand... you know what I'm like when I get really randy and playing with myself!" "Don't worry darling, that's what I'm banking on - have a lovely time, I just wish I could be there to see him exploring you...!" I heard a click on the line, indicating that she'd switched to 'conference' and probably put the phone on her lap. I could hear her breathing rate increase and I sat quietly for a moment, knowing that from now onwards Greg would be able to hear every word said by either of us - but he'd still be unaware that I knew he was in the room with my naughty little wife. "You still there darling?" She sounded really nervous, "Yeah, I'm still here Mandy." "Can you hang on a second darling. I'm just going to put the phone down on the coffee table - I've got a feeling I may need both hands if we're going to do this!" She giggled, delightfully. Ye Gods but how I wanted to be there so I could watch what happened and possibly, even join in... but it was more important for me (and the other two) to take advantage of current events - perhaps me joining in could happen at another time? Then the doubts were suddenly beginning to crowd in again. What if I really did let things happen, how would we be with each other afterwards and how on earth could Greg still work for us? He'd probably feel he had to leave in case I found out. Would she find him better at it than me and want us to split up? No, she'd not want that - far too loyal for such a shallow reason. But what if...? Perhaps I should go straight home now before it all got out of hand? I thought I could hear the sound of feet softly padding around the sofa and then became aware of a just discernable rustling sound. I sensed that he was behind her and stroking her hair. There was a slight knock, as if a ring had touched the phone; and then she gave an almost imperceptible moan. It was no good. Whatever doubts I may have had, they were fast disappearing in the face of the eroticism of what was in reality, was almost certainly now beyond my control and I relaxed into it, knowing there was nothing I could do any more to stop it short of shouting out that I was there and able to hear everything that was being said. Then I suddenly had a wicked thought, "Ooh no, wait a minute Mandy. Just before we go any further, what are you wearing?" She replied in a slightly dreamy voice. "My white shirt that buttons all the way down the front and that red mini-skirt you like. Why do you ask?" "What have you got on underneath?" At this she sounded slightly annoyed, as if I was interrupting something - which I again most certainly hoped I was. "Bra, panties and dark tights and oh yes, and I've got a pair of low heeled shoes on as well." "Right... now that does sound quite sexy darling; but if we're going to get into this properly, I think you'd better change into something even sexier - just to add a little more realism to your mood." "What do you mean?" "I mean that if we're going to really get into our role play, I feel you should change into the right clothes before we take it further... just like any actor in a dress role play... and darling, it's probably what you'd have done anyway if Greg was really there with you and you actually wanted him to seduce you, isn't it?" She managed a small and very dirty laugh at this, "Oh yeah!... OK then. What do you suggest I put on?" "How about you tell our fantasy Greg that you've just got to change out of what you've been wearing all day and say you'll be back in a couple of minutes. Then go upstairs and er... take off your bra darling and put on another of those coloured shirts you've got but one which'll match the really thin black bra I want you to put on underneath. "And another really important thing my sexy little wife... do you remember how Greg told us once that he was really turned on by women who wear stockings and suspenders? "Yes... er, I do actually... why?" She was really quite breathless by this time and I could imagine Greg standing in the room with her and hearing all this 'innocent' role-playing. He must have an enormous erection by now and almost certainly, would be wondering at his luck. I know I did... on both counts! "Well I want you to take off your tights and put on that black suspender belt and those dark stockings you have in your undies drawer - they're not used nearly enough and it's time they got an airing. As we've just said, Greg's told us in the past about how much he's turned on by stockings and suspenders, so I reckon the Greg in our little fantasy would really love to see you dressed like that too. It's a pity in a way that he's not actually there... now that'd really be a turn-on for all three of us... don't you think?" The Phone Call "Oh God darling - don't talk like that - I'm shaking all over at the moment as it is... " I thought I heard Greg moan quietly in the background and allowed myself a leery chuckle when I heard Mandy gasp a second later. Hopefully, he must have been touching her up and I loved the thought that his hands might now be starting to properly explore her body. "Then put on those lacy little black panties darling. You know the ones I mean - the see-through ones? And your Cheongsam with the four buttons at the top and that long split below down the front of it... that'll guarantee he'll see the suspenders and stockings when you sit down, particularly if you're a little bit careless about keeping your knees together! "Just think darling, he'll virtually be able to see your pussy through the panties and realise just how easily he can get access to you with only four cheongsam buttons to undo." My wife gave a little moan, "Oh darling - that's just such a sexy thought. Do you really think he'll like seeing me like that? I can almost see the look on his face at the thought of it... " More sounds of movement and a slight rusting sound. Then, "Do you think he'll like seeing the real thing darling - in the flesh so to speak?" I nearly came in my pants at this. Not only was she feeling hotter than ever but she was winding Greg up as well and heaven knew what he was now about to do to her. I had to spread this out to get maximum pleasure for all of us before it was all over too fast, so I said, "Just imagine if he was there now darling and heard me telling you that I think he made some prints of those photos for himself before handing back the originals to me. Do you suppose he'd let you prove what I'm saying? I know he's got one in the inner plastic window of his wallet, because I've seen it; but I don't know how many others he carries with him!" There was a sound of further rustling and then I heard Mandy quietly whisper, "Ohmigod - he really wasn't joking was he!" I nearly came at the thought that Greg was obviously showing my wife a picture of her own naked body from his wallet. I wondered which one it was. The last time I'd seen it accidentally when he was taking out a note to pay for drinks, it was a photo of her lying naked with legs widely spread, her breasts on full view and a really sultry look on her grinning face. I never let him know that I'd seen it. It was time to move on with my encouragement, so I continued, "Anyway my darling, I take it I'm forgiven for leaving the negatives lying about? So to continue with your change of clothes. Tuck the shirt into the cheongsam waistband and make sure you pull it forwards enough so's you can't quite see the outline of your nipples through the bra' when you lean back on the sofa... and I suggest that when you come back down, you sit on the sofa, so's our fantasy Greg has room to sit next to you. "When you're happy with all that my darling, come back downstairs... but don't be too long over all this Mandy, 'cos it's making me really randy now thinking about how you'll look and I want to get on with our dirty phone call! Remember, I'm not going to be seeing you until at least eleven, so don't let's waste time or I'll be even later getting home. " I wanted to 'unknowingly' reassure Greg that he'd have plenty of time alone with my now very randy young wife. I heard her get up from her seat and it sounded as if she was being kissed just before a quiet whisper which I couldn't quite make out - something about not being too long; but then I heard her open the door and her footsteps a moment or so later going up the stairs. After she'd shut the door, I think Greg must have taken his cock out and was playing with it, because I could hear a regular swishing sound and he moaned slightly. I knew how he felt and would probably have done the same if I'd been there with someone else's beautiful and seemingly now willing wife about to come down dressed for him the way I'd told her. After hearing her moving around in our bedroom for a bit, she came back down the stairs and into the sitting room. She shut the door behind her and I was delighted to hear a little click as she locked it. There was no way she wanted to be disturbed! "You still there Peter?" Yes I am. Have you dressed up sexily as I suggested my naughty little wife? Do you look really available for our fantasy Greg?" I asked. "Yeah, I have - and oh yes, I definitely think I do." Even though she tried to modulate her voice, I could sense that she was now completely into our little fantasy and the only one who didn't realise the full extent of what was going on was Greg. But he was so into fulfilling his own lustful agenda that he'd probably want my wife to go along with anything I suggested... anything that would let him get her where he wanted her. There was a rustling and a slight grunt as if she was fending someone off. I could imagine Greg's face flushing up with lust as he stared at my sexily dressed wife - knowing that she'd dressed at my instigation to purposely provoke his 'fantasy' interest in our little phone-sex scenario. He also knew that despite the fact that I was apparently unaware of his presence, Mandy most definitely did know that he was still there and he must have realised that her actions were now aimed at his 'real' arousal. She was his for the taking and I loved the thought. "OK darling, let's carry on then. I take it you're still feeling randy?" "God yes, I can hardly breathe Peter; and I'm shaking all over - I don't think I've been this randy in ages. Come on, I hope we're going to get under way with this role playing pretty soon 'cos I can't keep this up much longer without doing something to myself!" My cock gave a slight lurch of excitement and I undid my waist-band to make more room before continuing, "Oh yes my darling, that's good. Now, just slip your hand into your nicks darling and feel free to fondle yourself as we play the game - I want you to work yourself up, 'cos then your imagination will really take over and I'll get worked up too... then you never know, our role-play fantasy might even feel as if it's really happening. "Now darling, just let yourself imagine Greg's hands slowly massaging each side of your neck and slowly circling it as his fingers move around to the front... you can feel his thumbs at the back of your neck... his fingers are beginning to circle your throat and to gently squeeze it. Not hard but just enough for you to sense that he could cut off your air supply at any time if he wanted to. The thought of being vulnerable and exposed like that thrills you doesn't it my naughty little wife... you feel completely at his mercy and it's beginning to make you feel very randy isn't it...!" I could hear her breathing rate increase still further and she let out another tiny moan. "Now put your hands over his and just gently squeeze them, as if you're telling him it's all right to go wherever he wants with you... you doing that?" She didn't answer immediately but her breathing now was almost a long extended moan. Then she panted, "Yes... I'm doing that with one hand and touching myself with the other." "That's all right... you do as much as you like to yourself - that's the whole idea and I'm doing the same." "Are you getting randy too Peter... oooh, and really playing with yourself... really?" "Bloody right I am darling - the thought of Greg doing things to you really turns me on big time and you have no idea how hot it's making me feel by imagining what'd be happening if he was really still there with you. He'd be free to do anything he wanted to you and he wouldn't realise that I'd know. Oh wow, I wish he really was there darling and feeling his way around your beautiful tits. Just sit back on the sofa darling and pretend Greg's back in the armchair opposite. Now, slide your right hand up and surreptitiously undo the top button of your shirt... but be sure he doesn't see you doing it. ... have you done that?" "Yes." "Now look over at Greg and give him that naughty smile I see you give him in the pub sometimes. Are your legs closed, or will he be able to see between them through the slit on your cheongsam?" I heard a rustle and assumed she'd spread her knees a little, so he could see she was wearing stocking and suspenders. After about half a minute, she breathed further into 'her fantasy' role, "I think he can probably see I've got stockings on - he's really staring at me down there Peter!" I bet he was! "That's great darling, now look into his face and smile. Fiddle nervously with the buttons on your shirt and let the second one come undone, as if accidentally - then lean your shoulders forwards slightly, so your shirt opens and he can see a bit more of your cleavage. This was where my 'fantasy' really came into play as my mind took control and I envisaged exactly what was happening in our sitting room. Here I was, with a fast growing erection, actually directing events and making sure my randy little wife was about to let Greg do the all things to her that I knew he'd been dying to do for ages. Not only that but he'd be thinking I was the one who was unwittingly authorising him what to do as the result of a purported bit of phone sex with my wife. I was sure that the reality of his boss indirectly instructing him in the seduction of his wife must have turned him on even further and surely he must be thinking it was his birthday and a Christmas all rolled into one! Oh wow - the thought of what was actually happening in our sitting room and just how much I would be able to orchestrate what was going to happen there was absolutely mind-blowing! "Greg, why don't you come back over here and finish what you started - that neck and shoulder massage was absolute heaven and just so relaxing!" Mandy was right into the game now and I imagined Greg would be moving behind her again - and if she'd done what I suggested, her white shirt would already have come partially undone from the top. It was probably hanging quite loosely over her breasts now and with anything like luck, her nipples would have hardened into dark stubs which would show through the thin white material. I knew the effect this would be having on Greg's libido, particularly if she gave him one of those really sexy innocent smiles and looked upwards at him through her eyebrows. Once more, I heard a shuffling sound and then a swish. Was he really now standing behind her with his crotch resting against the back of the sofa? I really hoped so. "Yes, that's right... Could you just pull my hair back from my face so you can reach back to massage my neck... mmmm, that feels really lovely Greg." "Now imagine that his hands are sliding slowly down your neck with each massaging movement. They get really low until they're beginning to massage your shoulders. Can you imagine him doing that darling... how does it feel?" "Mmmmm, that's really sexy, his hands are being so gentle and it feels like he's about to close them round my throat... " I could hear my voice slightly feeding back from where the other phone lay on the coffee table in front of my wife and even I could detect a slight tremor of excitement in my speech as I went on, "Now let his hand slide lower and ever so slowly, so he's rubbing the very top of your chest above those gorgeous breasts of yours. Would you like him to go still lower and put his hands right onto them?" "Oh God yes Peter, I'd love him to... he's just sliding... I mean, I'm just imagining him sliding his hands down inside my shirt onto the top of both my breasts... " My mind's eye could see Greg looking down at his first real sight of my wife's naked breasts as his hands spread wide above them and raised her shirt to enhance his view of the tanned flesh where her skin turned whiter below the bikini line and highlighted what must by now be her aroused nipples. They'd be sliding ever so slowly down Mandy's chest and I could hear her breathing faster as they moved. She gave a little moan, no doubt as his finger-tips pushed down on to her breasts and began to feel the firm white flesh in his hands. I imagined his cock thrusting forward to rest against the back of her neck as he reached down over her shoulders with arms each side of her head. Would she be able to feel its hardness as he began to explore my wife's beautiful tits and moved his finger tips to squeeze those engorged nipples? She moaned again, quite loudly this time and began to talk to Greg, "Oh God Greeggg... you really shouldn't be doing that... Peter'd go mad if he knew what you're doing but oh yes, don't stop now, it feels so good. You've got them completely in your hands now and the way you're touching my nipples... it feels really... ooh yes, that's right... just squeeze them gently like that and roll them between your fingers... oh my godfathers Greg but that's lovely... don't stop now, please!" I was getting beside myself now and wanted to speed things up, "Does it feel really good Mandy... tell me again what he's doing to you. Are you playing with yourself as you imagine his hands exploring your breasts for the first time... our young employee? You know he shouldn't be doing that darling, even if he is a friend as well as an employee. Just think how randy this must be making him... being completely free to see and feel the body that he's been lusting after for ages. It must be really wonderful for him - much better to see and touch than to just look at you naked in photos!" My wife mumbled something but I couldn't make out what it was she said and I didn't want to spoil the moment, so I just continued talking dirty to her, "I'm just imagining what it'll be like for you to have your body being felt up by another guy's hands for the first time in years and it's really turning me on thinking about it darling - does it feel really nice? You're obviously taking care of yourself 'cos I can hear you moaning really loudly now. You must be really giving yourself a good seeing to as you imagine what he's be doing. Is that right my darling... you're not saying much, just moaning." "Oh Peter, I'm thinking of his hands slipping down to the buttons of my Cheongsam skirt... no, he's not undoing them, he's sliding his hand under the waistband and feeling his way down my... ooh yes, that's right Greg, just go right there...!" I could hear her moans getting longer and louder and I imagined Greg's hands under the buttons at the top of her Cheongsam, reaching his hand under the waist of her panties and sliding down to her sex. I wanted him to undo the buttons on her Cheongsam - slowly, one at a time, until it opened up and gave him access to her panties beneath. Then he'd be able to see her stockings and suspenders framing the top of those lovely naked thighs and providing a luscious frame to her pantie-clad sex. I went on, knowing that I'd get little response for a bit, "Oh darling, I really want to be there and help you to come... would you like me to be there helping him, or would you prefer our fantasy Greg to be doing it on his own? I'll bet you wish now that he really was there don't you darling. I've got such a hard on thinking about how incredible it'd be for Greg to really be there and exploring his boss's wife like this, don't you think? He's been lusting after you for ages now darling and I really want the opportunity for him to have you when the time's right. I want him to experience just how lovely it feels to be deep inside my beautiful young wife... to be the only other guy to have you. I want to see the look on your face as his lovely young cock slowly pushes into you - bare-back and feeling his way in without anything to cover the wonderful sensation of your pussy clamping his penis. I want you to feel his naked cock thrusting impatiently into you and I want you to feel the whole length of him forcing himself right up until you're completely impaled and moaning around in ecstacy!" "Oh god darling, his fingers are doing things to me I can't describe. It's so sexy letting him do what he wants to me... I think I'd...oh my god but that's heaven...!" "That's right darling, you're really getting into it now. Just keep imagining what you want him to do and tell me what's happening as you imagine it." Just as I spoke, the other phone rang in my office and I told her to keep doing what she was doing while I answered it. In fact it was a friend of ours asking if I fancied a pint when I'd finished working. I speedily told him I might see him in the pub later and put the phone down as fast as I could. As I did so, I had another idea. "You still there darling?" A quiet moaning was going on at the other end but she eventually answered, "Yes - who was that on the phone?... oh-ooh... sorry darling... I just... oh yes, Greg's just found the right place above my pussy and his fingers are... oooh yes Greg , just there... do it just there but a little harder... oooh that's unbelievable...!" "Don't you worry darling just keep going for it! And in answer to your question, it was just David wanting me to have a drink with him when I finish. Look, I know this is a pain given the circumstances but could you pick up the phone again for a minute - I don't seem able to hear what you're saying properly?" "There was a scraping noise as she picked up the handset and a click as she inadvertently touched the conference button, thus turning it off. "OK darling, did I hear you turn off the conference button?" "Yes... should I turn it back on?" There was a rustling noise and she moaned again. "No, don't do that. I want you to just put the phone down as if I've gone. Don't disconnect it. Just tell Greg that I've had to go and meet someone. Say that if you leave the phone on the table as it is, it'll give an 'engaged' tone to anyone trying to ring it so's at least you can be certain your husband won't be able to ring back and disturb you. I want him to feel free to talk without thinking I'll hear him. In fact I will of course be able to hear both of you doing whatever happens. Is that a lovely thought for you too?" "Yes, that'd be really lovely darling. I was just getting into this phone sex thing but I'm sure I can finish on my own! See you later." I heard the sound of the phone being put down and Mandy beginning to explain to Greg, "Peter's had to go, so that's the end of the role playing for a bit! I've left the phone 'open', so if Peter or anyone else rings, they'll get the 'engaged' tone and we won't be disturbed. Now, where were we...?" (To be continued...) The Phone Call "Uh... Hello," I answered the phone late on a Saturday morning. "Hello. Is Stacy there?" was the reply. "Yeah, I think so. But she's sleeping now. Who's calling?" I asked. "Oh, just a friend of hers. I wanted to thank her for last night." "Oh? Did you go to the concert with her last night?" I inquired. "Concert? What concert?" "The concert last night. I don't know what it was – some rock group, I guess," I explained. "Stacy wasn't at a concert last night." "What was that?" "Stacy didn't go to a concert last night." "Oh, yes she did. She left here about 8:30, said she was going to a concert, and, I dunno, got home sometime late last night," I countered. "Well," the voice said. "She might have left about 8:30, but she wasn't at any concert." "Oh, really?" I replied, becoming a little annoyed. "How do you know if you weren't with her?" "Oh, I was with her, all right. In fact, we were all with her." "What do you mean 'We were all with her?' " I probed. "Well," he answered calmly. "We were all with Stacy and she was with all of us." "Oh, yeah? And where was this where you were all together?" I was becoming irritated. "At the party, man. We were all at the party." "So she was at a party with a bunch of you guys?" I delved some more. I thought to myself, "This wouldn't be the first time that our daughter misled us." "Yeah, that's right. But we weren't all guys. There were both guys and girls there." "Go on," I responded. "Well, Stacy didn't care if it was a guy or a girl," was the explanation. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I asked as my voice rose. "Hey, she was doing both guys and girls. And enjoying it all." "Excuse me if I'm not understanding, but what does 'doing both guys and girls' mean?" I asked crossly. "You know, Stacy's really hot," he replied, ignoring my question. "I take that to mean she's a beautiful, young woman," I retorted. "That, too. But she's really hot. She has nice tits," the voice stated. "I beg your pardon," I asked incredulously. "I said 'She has nice tits.' As soon as she got to the party, she took off her top and showed her tits to everybody." "Why, you son-of-a-bitch!" I countered. "Didn't you know she has nice tits? Aren't you her dad or something?" "You son-of-a-bitch!" I spat back. "Hey, don't be mad. Her tits are nice. When she dances they bounce around. Sometimes she holds them herself and sometimes she lets other people hold them. But they're really nice. C-cup at least, wouldn't you say?" "I don't know the size of her ti... Of her breasts," I responded weakly. "Well, everybody at the party had a chance to check them out last night. And do you know what else she likes to do?" he asked, egging me on. "No, what?" I replied, not really wanting to know the answer. "Stacy is a great cocksucker." "You filthy bastard!" was my response. "There must have been 20 guys at the party. She did us all," he replied matter of factly. "You degenerate creep!" "Listen, we don't know where she picked it up, but she is one great cocksucker. Do you have any idea where she learned to suck cock?" he taunted me. "No, I don't... You are the worst kind of filthy trash," I sputtered. He went on. "She swallows, too. Every bit of it. But some guys wouldn't let her. They pulled off and coated her face and her tits. Some even got on her hair. She loved it. She looked pretty messy when she left the party." I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing. After a pause, he kept going. "But that's not what we called to thank her for. The girls want to thank her for how she eats pussy -" "Why, you lying sack of shit!" I interrupted. "Oh, no. That's not a lie. Stacy is a real champ at licking pussy and sucking clit. The girls were lining up for her. But mostly she likes to get fucked -" "You filthy scum bag!" I interrupted again. "Oh, yeah. She loves to get fucked. She comes so easy and so hard. God, you should hear her scream when she comes. She likes to suck cock while she's getting fucked, too. As soon as one guy unloads in her, she's calling for the next one. She likes thick cocks that stretch her pussy. But none in the ass, though. She draws the line at cocks in her ass - but she'll take two or three fingers there all the time!" I was speechless. Our little daughter being lied about like that - what could I say? "We had a great time with Stacy last night. What she really likes is being hammered on her hands and knees. It's a beautiful sight with her ass up in the air and some guy's cock pounding her cunt while her tits are hanging down and flopping and she's grunting and sucking on some cock or licking some pussy. Hope she didn't get rug burn on her knees. We don't know how she does it non-stop like that. She's the life of the party." I had no words. "So we wanted to thank her personally for last night. But if she's sleeping, we understand. Just give her this message: Thanks from all of us and we'll see you at the next party. Good-bye." I hung up the phone and just stood there. What if it was true? No, it couldn't be. Our little Stacy? What would her Mom say? I decided to go check. I walked down the hall to Stacy's room. I quietly opened the door and peeked in. Yeah, she was still sleeping, but I was hesitant to go in because it looked as if she was sleeping naked with just the sheet over the lower half of her body. But I had to find out. I tiptoed over to her bed. She was on her back. She does have large breasts, I noticed. I also noticed there were dark marks on her breasts, almost like... Oh, my god, bruises! She had bruises all over her breasts! I looked closer and, sure enough, her hair was matted with some sort of glue or... Oh, my god! It was true! Everything he said must have been true. I turned and left the room. "Why didn't they have those kind of parties when I was young?" I thought as I quietly closed the door behind me. The Phone Call I am already home from work, naked, with the bonds laid out on the coffee table, the glass of wine on the side table by the couch. I hear the door opening and my shaft becomes instantly erect, I drop to my knees and bow my head as you step out of your shoes and I kiss your feet in greeting. You smile down at me and tell me to stand as you take my erect shaft in your cold hand and smile as I gasp and you smile at me and lead me to the coffee table and tell me to lie on my back. You strap the my wrists and ankles to the legs of the coffee table and sit on the couch and put your legs on my chest with your soles near my mouth and take a sip of the wine and sigh with pleasure. I begin to slowly kiss the soles of your feet as I sigh with delight at worshipping my Goddess. My shaft throbs and pulses as I explore your soft, sensitive feet with my mouth and you close your eyes and smile as you sip your wine. The phone rings, interrupting our evening, and you frown and look at the number and sigh and take the call. "Hello, how are you?" You give me a look that lets me know that I am to continue worshipping your feet. "Oh that's too bad, hon. I am so sorry to hear that! I know, but honestly I think it is for the best that you just kick him to the curb, he isn't worth your time, hon." You place your toes over my lips and I begin to slowly suck them as you continue your conversation. "Oh no, you weren't interrupting anything at all, I just have Eric serving as my footstool for the night, we do this every Monday, I watch my favorite shows and he cleans and worships my feet. He has done this ever since we first got married." You smile at me, and take another sip of wine as I lick the soles of your feet devotedly. "Well, you remember I told you he was deeply religious right? He is a 'Goddess Foot Worshipper', I know, I was surprised to find out he was a member of a "cult" after we started dating. He grew up in a very religious household too. His parents were high ranking members of the temple. His Mother is a Priestess and his Father is the Head Acolyte. He was an altar boy and went to the seminary to become an Acolyte himself. Yes, well they are kind of secretive, but they are very welcoming to women." You press the soles of your feet into my face as you chat, muffling my moan of lust at the caress of your feet. "Well after I met his family and his Mom was so welcoming and I found out more about their beliefs I was intrigued and as we dated and I went to his church, I ended up becoming a convert!" You chuckle softly at the memory and sip your wine and lean forward cup my balls in the palm of your hand. As I gasp and continue with my worship of your sacred feet. "You that toe ring I always wear? Well he gave it to me at our wedding ceremony, I was in my bridal dress and he was nude and he knelt at my feet in front of all the women of the congregation and asked to accept him as my slave and I put his cock ring on him and said I would own him for eternity and led him by the cock out of the temple and we have been married ever since. Our honeymoon was splendid, you have no idea!" You laugh at the memory of my two weeks of absolute devotion to you, and grasp my cock gently as it throbs in your hand. "No I am not going to take a picture with my phone and send it to you! I don't want my husband to end up all over the internet!" You laugh, and shake your head in amusement. "Well, you will just have to come over and see for yourself, I can't help it if you've never seen or heard of anything like it before. Tell you what, you bring over that expensive bottle of Pinot Noir you have been telling about and you can see for yourself during our "Pedicure Night" and just see with your own two eyes. You will have to get used to the fact that we have a CFNM household; it means 'Clothed Female-Nude Male' hon. Eric is nude from the minute he walks in the door and stays that way until he leaves for work or the store. Oh he grew up that way; he's used to it, although you might take some time." You smile and give my balls a quick tickle to make me squirm. "Let's have lunch and talk about it tomorrow, ok? Goodnight, hon. I don't mind at all, we can chat and if you want a pedicure you can have one with me. Bye for now." Smiling, you hang up and tell me that I am going to be shown off soon. I kiss your arches passionately and listen to you moan with pleasure. I do not know which of your friends you were talking to, it doesn't matter. All that I care about is that I serve you perfectly and make you proud of me, and if your friend eventually converts to our church and begins attending services at our temple, the training I received at the seminary will have been a success. I lick your soft soles in complete devotion to you as you hold my throbbing cock and purr with happiness at the attention of your slave. The Phone Call In this audio I change my accent slightly, its a mixture of British and Irish.. Just in case you are tired of the same accent all the time hehe! Hope you enjoy!! Gael * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (8.5 min/mp3) * * * * * The Phone Call Writer's Note: This is a story for adults over eighteen years of age about adults over eighteen years of age. While the story line is true the dialog has been compressed for the sake of time and space. Safe sex was not an issue in the early seventies but should be a concern for everyone today. ***** During the late sixties and early seventies central Florida was growing by leaps and bounds; women of all ages were available whether young and single, middle-aged and married or divorced or mature and widowed. Men with a little finesse could score easily; a chance meeting at the grocery store or the laundromat could lead to afternoon or evening tryst with nothing more than a pleasant "hello" or a friendly smile. That's the way it was one evening while I was sitting home alone grading papers and minding my own business when I received a phone call: "Hello," I answered. "How are you this evening?" I responded to the sexy sounding female voice on the other end as I racked my brain to recall the voice as quickly as possible. I stalled as long as I could trying to recall where I had heard the voice before. "I'm doing just fine; I'm glad you called," Obviously she expected me to recognize her voice. I played along hoping I could remember her voice or that she would say something that would ring a bell as to her identity. "And how are you?" I asked her. She gave a soft laugh then responded, "I'm doing well except I'm a bit sore." "My goodness what happened?" "I told you last night that was my first-time having anal sex." was her response. I knew then it was a wrong number because I had been at an open house at school the previous evening. But, I wasn't about to hang up on a sexy sounding woman who had experienced her first anal sex. "Are you going to let that discourage you from trying it again?" I asked. "Of course not; I enjoyed it but, I will make sure I have some lubricant the next time. What do you think I should use?" "I've used everything from salad oil to butter in a pinch, but I guess the best thing is K-Y Jelly; its water based and is supposed to be gentler on those more sensitive areas. The problem is that men do not carry lubricant with them so unless you plan to stay close to the kitchen you have to carry it with you; of course pre-lubed rubbers can work just as good." "Is doggy-style the best way to have anal sex?" She asked. "Not necessarily, but it does give the male a beautiful view of the woman spread open; the sight of seeing your cock sliding in and out of a woman's ass is a powerful sight. Men like being able to see their work; it's a shame it can't be shared." "What other ways have you tried anal sex?" I had to come up with a way to separate whoever the man was with whom she had had anal sex with from me. I knew if I told her I was a wrong number and we had never seen each other that she may just hang up. "Oh, I've tried every way imaginable from sitting to standing and every way in between; any way you can have vaginal sex you can have anal sex. Of course if you are with two men you can experience both anal and vaginal sex at the same time." She laughed out loud, "Are you serious? I cannot believe that; two men at the same time?" "Well, you asked me what ways I have tried anal sex. Are you telling me you have never thought about two men penetrating you at the same time?" She giggled, "Well I'm not saying that I have never thought about it; it certainly makes for a nice fantasy. I have thought about sitting on my husband's cock and giving a friend of ours oral sex I just haven't been in a situation where it was even a remote possibility; until last night I had never thought about having a cock in my ass." "So if you were in a situation with two willing guys you might try it?" She replied, "I might; especially if my husband was one of the two men." She quickly changed the subject, "Speaking of my husband I need to get off the phone because he is out of town working and usually calls me about this time each night. Are we still going to meet tomorrow?" I had to make a quick decision. This may be why the guy gave her a bogus phone number; he didn't want to see her again. Why didn't he want to see her again? Maybe because she was ugly as sin, maybe because she was a bad fuck; of course it could be because he was married and he did not want to get tangled up. I made a quick decision, "Sure, I would love to see you again. Do you know the Causeway Motel just before you cross over the bay?" "Sure." "How about if we meet there?" "Okay." "My friend, Will, keep's a room there and he usually goes home on the weekends so he lets me use his room. Just go around to the back that way your car won't be seen; it's Room 152. I'll be there by three o'clock; if Will is still there just introduce yourself." "Okay baby, I'll see you then. Good night." Her line went dead. I punched star, sixty-nine and an operator gave me the number where the call originated. The Causeway Motel was a small family owned motel with about thirty rooms. Years earlier I did some emergency plumbing work for the owner and we developed a friendship. He would call me when he had leaking faucets or stopped up toilets and I would take care of them for a minimal charge; in return I got to use one of his rooms if I needed too. It was a good deal for both of us since the room I used was beside the boiler and laundry room and was difficult to rent due to the noise. I ran some errands that morning then after lunch headed to the motel. I stopped along the way and picked up some wine and some snacks; I remembered to pick up some personal lubricant too. It was only two-thirty when I heard a soft knock at the door; I thought maybe she was coming early just to meet Will and not wait for her anal buddy. I took a deep breath and slowly let it out before opening the door. "Hi I'm Nan, you must be Harold's friend Will." said the rather attractive blonde lady standing at the door. I held out my hand, "Yes, come on in out of the hot sun." While she would not have won any beauty contest I was not at all disappointed; she was maybe in her early thirties, a few years younger than me, with short blonde hair and pretty blue eyes. The fitted dress she wore displayed a very nice figure and her big smile added up to a very nice, tall female package; I was sure the blonde drapes would match the carpet too. "Have a seat." I pointed at the king sized bed. "Would you like some wine?" "Sure, that sounds great." I handed her a glass of wine. I decided to come clean and tell her about her phone call and how I came to be sitting there with her. She listened intently as I explained everything. She smiled and replied, "Geez, the drama a girl has to go through to get laid these days." I had to laugh, "So I hope you want to stay; I've been thinking about our conversation from last night. I even picked up some personal lubricant to ease your soreness." Nan stood up, set her wine glass down, and reached behind her to unzip her dress. I moved behind her and took over the unzipping job then held the dress for her to step out of. One would never suspect the creamy white skin belonged to a Florida girl. As I hung up the dress Nan removed her bra and tossed it on the bed, "How do you like my pair of thirty-eights?" She asked proudly displaying a pair of grapefruit sized melons in her hands. "They look delicious." I moved close to take them into my hands to kiss their silver dollar-sized, light pink areoles with short stubby nipples. "You can even bite them a bit if you want; my husband even likes to spank them," She said. Her hands moved to my shorts and unfastened them; as usual I did not wear any underwear. Before my shorts hit the floor her hands reached for my swelling cock; I pulled my shirt up and over my head. My hands moved over her body clad in only a silky pair of pink, bikini panties. Our lips opened, our tongues searched each other's mouths. Nan pushed her panty clad pubic mound against me trapping my cock against her smooth thigh and the silky fabric of her panties. "I'm glad I got the wrong number last night. I tried to go to sleep thinking about a nice hard cock pushing into my ass. Then I started thinking about two men at the same time; I thought I would go crazy. I'm ready for you to fuck my ass now," Nan said softly then added a delicious kiss. I moved behind her and slipped my hands into the waistband of her panties. I moved to my knees as I slid her panties down her long shapely legs; as she stepped out of them I leaned forward and began showering her very sweet ass with kisses; I then lifted the panties to my nose for a whiff of her aroused cunt. Call me a pervert or kinky, but I love the aroma of an aroused woman. "Lean forward and place your hands on the dresser." It was one of those low dressers where travelers usually put their suitcases. Nan did as she was told; I opened the cheeks of her ass and began to kiss her puffy vulva covered with corn silk like pubic hair. She took turns looking into the mirror over the dresser then peeking between her legs to see what I was doing behind her. I moved my face higher to kiss her tightly puckered asshole; it was still a bit red from the first fucking it had received two nights earlier from a man too inconsiderate to use a lubricant. She cooed and wiggled her ass as my wet tongue danced around the soft petals surrounding the tight hole; I rolled my tongue to make it firm enough to push open her tight sphincters muscles. "Oh goodness, how delightful; I've never experienced a tongue back there before." She said. After several minutes of anal play with my tongue I decided it was time to get down to some serious ass fucking. I stood up and applied a dollop of lubricant to my finger and rimmed the inside and outside of Nan's still tight rear opening before applying it to the head and shaft of my hard cock. "Try to relax," I told her as my finger gently probed her opening. We looked at each other in the mirror and smiled; Nan braced her arms and pushed back as I aligned the engorged, purple head of my cock with the center of her orifice and pushed forward. "Ooh!" she cried out as the head of my cock pushed into her opening." "Are you okay?" I asked pausing just inside her ass then I felt her relax her muscles. "Oh yes, I'm more than okay. Go ahead, all the way." I held on to her hips and pushed the full length of my cock deep; when I hit the bottom my cod sack smacked against her soft vulva, her tits jiggled beneath her torso. "Yes, that's it," she responded. I began a steady rhythm of full strokes; Nan's tits went from jiggling to fully swaying and bouncing with each thrust. There was a loud smacking sound as my body made contact with her rear flanks; her eyes closed, her head moved from side to side, and moans escaped her throat. After several minutes I pulled Nan's body into a standing position, her fingers fell to her crotch and disappeared into the folds of her cunt. She could easily watch in the mirror as my cock appeared and disappeared beneath her fingers. I filled my hands with her pair of thirty-eights; my fingers pulled and pinched her nipples firmly as she began rolling her hips to test the sensations of being ass fucked in the standing position. "Ooh, I like being able to watch myself getting fucked; I wish I could make a movie of this; I could show it to my husband." She laughed. "Do you think your husband would like to watch you get fucked in the ass by a complete stranger?" "I don't know; we have talked about watching each other fuck someone else, but we have never talked about anal sex until two nights ago. I would really like for him too." After testing the standing position, I pulled her backward several steps without withdrawing and carefully eased down on the bed while opening her legs with mine. She smiled in the mirror and we switched hands; Nan cupped her full round tits and began pinching her nipples while I captured her clit between the lips of her vulva and began rolling it between my fingers. "I'm absolutely loving this ass fucking it has so many possibilities. Thank god Harold was such a jerk otherwise I might not be fucking you now," Nan said gasping for breath. I chimed in, "If I ever find out who he is I'm going to thank him for being such a dumb ass." Nan laughed. I leaned backward bracing myself with my arms. "Lean back against me then lift your feet up and place them on my knees." Once she had changed her position her legs were splayed open and her cunt was completely displayed in the mirror; her labia vibrated with each thrust of my cock in her ass. "This allows you to ride my cock by using your feet against my knees for leverage." She tested it and found it worked. "It also allows for another guy to stand between our legs and fuck your pussy while I'm fucking your ass." I chuckled and added another possibility, "Or it will also allow a woman on her knees to eat your pussy." That brought laughter from both of us and we came apart and rolled on the bed. "You come up with the most outlandish ideas; don't tell me you have done that too." I moved my fingers, still wet with her juices, to her mouth; she immediately opened up and took my fingers in while swirling her tongue around them. "Well, you just tasted a juicy pussy so why is that so outlandish? And, yes I have done that too. My ex-wife was very bi-sexual and loved eating pussy as much as I do." Nan replied, "I might let another woman eat my pussy, but I don't think I could kiss and lick another woman's pussy. I can't imagine that. My husband wants to see me with another woman." We decided to relax and have some more wine. We continued to talk about our sexual proclivities. Nan asked, "Were you serious about inviting my husband to join us sometime?" "Sure, I was thinking about inviting another lady to join us, we could make it a foursome." "My husband and I have talked about getting together with another couple, but we didn't know where to start." "So your husband knows about your sexual liaisons?" I thought that sounded better than saying, "you fucking around." "Yes, we spend so much time away from each other that we decided some years ago that we can take care of our sexual needs if we are discrete and do not get into any emotional entanglements. We also like to tell each other about our sex-capades; we find it very arousing." I chuckled, "That sounds just like my ex-wife and I when we were married." "Is that what caused you to get a divorce?" "No, she decided she wanted children. We still hook up now and then; ex-sex is great sex," I laughed. "So she is married now?" "Yes, and she has two kids." I rolled on my back, "Come up here and let me get a taste of your sweet pussy." Nan straddled my face and left enough space for me to explore her beautiful cunt. Her puffy vulva was covered fine, soft, blonde pubic hair; the pink, almost butterfly shaped, lips of her labia fell through the crevasse of her vulva and formed a trumpet shape around the glistening pink membranes of her vagina. Her clit was hidden in an inch long, pink sheath with dark blue veins visible along its length; its beauty begged to be kissed. I began the task of kissing Nan's beautiful cunt from side to side and front to back; I allowed my tongue to linger in those areas that were slick with creamy nectar. My lips tugged at the hanging, pink labia; they stretched as if they were elastic. I slipped several fingers into Nan's just fucked ass and my thumb into her hot, wet channel and began eating her sweet morsels. Nan began to buck her hips and moan as my stiff tongue danced and swirled around her clit; her moans quickly became the primal grunts of a rutting animal. Her sweet juices covered my face; with each breath I inhaled her musky aroma. She moved slightly forward and began to ride the bridge of my nose; more of her sweet juices flowed over my face. After several minutes, she stretched her arms out against the wall and waited until she regained her breath. She slid down my body toward my engorged cock; with a little wiggle of her hips her juicy cunt was in perfect alignment with the head of my cock, another small movement and she was completely impaled. We kissed and licked each other's faces; each time my cock pulsed in her hot, wet cunt Nan squeezed it with her muscles. We rolled onto our sides and continued to play with each other's sex organs while we continued kissing and licking. We eventually rolled onto Nan's back; she lifted her long, shapely legs and wrapped them around my hips. I began to thrust my hips against her pubic mound and grind my pelvis against her clit. "Oh, that feels so good. Keep fucking me just like that. I hope you won't mind it if I get loud; I'm a screamer at times," she told me. I pushed up on my arms to give me more leverage; her legs were locked around my hips pulling me into her as we both thrust against each other. We were wet with sweat and juices from Nan's cunt; squishing sounds from my hard cock plowing into her creamy cunt were added to the sounds of our bodies smacking against each other and rutting sounds from our throats. We could have created a symphony with our sounds of fucking, but Nan added screams that were out of sync with our other sounds. A burning fuse started somewhere in my lower extremities traveled quickly through my body and exploded in my nuts; spurt after spurt of hot semen surged through my shaft and tore through the small hole at the tip of my cock. Our bodies went limp and we rolled away from each other trying to catch our breath; we looked at each other and smiled, the gooey semen covering my shrunken cock began to cool. I moved between Nan's legs to watch my semen ooze from the glistening pink membranes of her cunt. "Push it out and I'll catch it," I told her. She smiled a lazy smile and contracted her muscles and a large cream pie rushed onto my tongue. I lapped up as much as possible then moved up her body to her lips; a long droplet of creamy semen fell from my tongue into her mouth. We kissed and shared the salty liquid with each other. "Mmmm, that was nice. I love that taste," Nan said with a smile. A few minutes later she asked, "Do you think I'm a slut?" "I think you are a very sexy lady with a healthy libido. Do you want to be thought of as a slut?" "Sometimes I want to be a prim and proper lady, but other times I want to be a slut. Today I want to be a slut." "Then get dressed and let's go out for something to eat and see what kind of trouble we can get into." We walked a block up the street to a bayside seafood restaurant. Once we ordered and the waitress brought our drinks, I told Nan to go to the restroom, take off her panties, and bring them back to me. When she returned to the table she didn't hand them to me discretely like I thought she would but rather she dropped them on the table; several men and at least two couples sitting nearby saw the silky, pink garment as I picked them off the table held them close to my nose before stuffing them into my shirt pocket. During our meal, I encouraged Nan to open her legs to give people sitting close to us a peek up her dress. She not only complied but made direct eye contact with people and gave them a smile; one woman and several men returned her smile. When the woman's companion excused himself to go to the men's room the woman leaned close and handed Nan her business card. "I'll be in my office for another hour if you would like to call." The woman picked up her check and walked away. Nan grinned from ear to ear, "Can you believe that? She looked at both of us so I guess she may want to join us, wow!" The Phone Call I chuckled as I read her business card then added, "Of course she may just want to sell us a house since she is a realtor." We both laughed and Nan continued blessing others with peeks up her dress. She "accidentally" dropped her spoon and gave the busboy a long, close look when he went to pick it up. We figured that it was about time for the attractive, fortyish realtor to be back in her office so we finished our meal and strolled back to our motel room. Fishermen returning with the day's catch and pulling their boats up the ramp were treated to a beautiful sight Nan's long, shapely legs and sweet, bare ass as brisk breezes blew off of the bay. She added to their delight by shrieking as if she was embarrassed by the display. I held my head close to the phone to listen as Nan talked Pat, the realtor, "My friend and I were delighted that you left us your card. Does that mean you would like to get together with us?" "Well, I wasn't sure if you were being naughty to tease everyone or if you like being naughty; I certainly like being naughty at times so yes, I would like to get together with the two of you." We exchanged names with her and invited her to join us at the motel. She was just leaving her office and agreed to join us; her office was just fifteen away from the motel. Pat arrived dressed just as she was at the restaurant; she wore a light linen business suit with a peach colored blouse showing a hint of her very ample cleavage and of course heels and stocking to match. We exchanged names and kisses; it was Nan's first kiss from a woman other than family. Pat reached for Nan's pink bikini panties still stuffed in my shirt pocket, "I loved it when you dropped your panties on the table." Then she turned to me and added, "Then you sniffed them. I thought I would pee in my pants. I was so hot when I left the restaurant that I went back to my office and pleasured myself. " Pat looked at Nan's panties admiringly as I chided her, "Go ahead, give them a sniff; I know you want too." She lifted them to her face and inhaled their aroma. "Now, why don't you drop your panties and share with us," Nan said. "I should have freshened up a bit before I came over," Pat added as she lifted her skirt and peeled off her silky, silver, French cut panties and tossed them to Nan. Nan giggled, "I've never done this before." She said as she looked over the silky garment in her hands before she lifted them to her face and sniffed quickly before handing them to me. I slowly rubbed the silky fabric over my face and inhaled her rich scent. Pat asked, "Have you never been with a woman before?" "No, but my husband has made me curious about it." "Then I hope it encourages you to explore further." Pat told her then kissed her longingly. I joined the girls rubbing my hands over two fine asses. Pat turned and kissed me; I unzipped her skirt and began pushing it over her flared hips and firm, round, bare ass. Pat stepped out of her skirt and stood bare from the waist down except for her garter belt and stockings. Pat pulled Nan close and began unzipping the back of her dress; in seconds Nan shed her bra and stood nude before us. My hands began unbuttoning Pat's blouse then unfastened her bra. Both women stood beside each other displaying their contrasting nudity. Nan was tall, slender, and fair skinned whereas Pat was shorter, more curvaceous, and olive complexion. Pat's dark triangle of thick pubic hair seemed stark against Nan's blonde, silky patch. Pat guided Nan to the bed and positioned her on her back with her legs open then watched as my shorts dropped to the floor and I took my hard cock in my hand. "We have enough for a short daisy chain," Pat smiled admiring my cock. Pat moved onto the edge of the bed on her knees and pulled Nan close to her face. While she kissed Nan's thighs and pubic mound I kissed her flanks and firm cheeks before opening them to admire her tightly puckered rosebud and puffy folds of her vulva. I inhaled her aroma which had been enriched by her earlier masturbation. My hard cock pulsed as I took it in hand and rubbed it through the hot wet crevasse; I pressed her cheeks together capturing my cock in their soft warmth. While I played, Pat had already begun to eat Nan's pussy in earnest; only the thumb and little finger of her left hand were visible beneath her chin. Nan's arms were spread over her head, her eyes closed, her mouth slightly open to take in more oxygen; her hips moved slowly in time with Pat's very deliberate emanations. It was time for me to get serious; I rubbed the bulbous head of my cock through the wet, glistening membranes several times before sinking it deep into her hot cunt. Pat moaned then squeezed my cock with her muscles; as I began to thrust in and out of her cunt Pat began bucking her hips in rhythm with my thrusts. It looked like Nan was way ahead of us and well on her way to an earth-moving orgasm; her grunts and yelps got louder and louder. I reached beneath Pat and captured her clit between her large puffy vulvae and began rolling it between my fingers; Pat's hips and ass immediately went into high gear and I had to hold her tightly against me to keep my cock from coming out. Having spent the afternoon fucking Nan I didn't need to worry about cuming too soon; I was in for the long haul. After a few minutes Pat wanted to change positions; she wanted to be on her back with Nan sitting on her face and me fucking her. No one objected; we quickly resumed our same activities, but in different positions. Nan came first with a long drawn out scream then collapsed on the bed. Pat pulled Nam close to her breasts so she could suckle her large, dark brown nipples. Nan entangled her fingers in Pat's short curls with one hand, pinched her hard nipples with the other hand, and coaxed Pat into an orgasm. "That's it, baby, let go. Let that hard cock push you over the edge. Think about how much you wanted to eat my pussy this afternoon in the restaurant." Nan continued talking to her and in seconds Pat's body began to spasm; her grunts grew louder until she screamed, "Oooh Fuck! The three of us piled up on the bed wet with sweat and creamy, slick juices. It was several minutes before our breathing returned to normal. What a workout! Pat asked Nan, "So how was your first bi experience?" Nan cuddled up close to Pat and with a lazy smile, "Mmmm, it was wonderful: you were very good. I like looking down and seeing all your dark curly hair between my legs." Pat took Nan's hand and guided it between her legs, "Are you ready to feel what another woman's pussy feels like?" "Yes, I think so," Nan looked into Pat's eyes as her hand began to explore the thick, dark hair and glistening lips between Pat's legs. Pat pulled Nan's lips to hers; her tongue traced the outline of Nan's lips while Nan's fingers played in the nest, her fingers opening and closing the thick puffy lips. Pat's legs opened wider and began to move slowly as Nan's long slender fingers probed deep into the slick, pink membranes. I moved my face close to the action. "Let me taste your fingers," Nan pulled her glistening fingers out of Pat's cunt and offered them to me. I took her slick fingers into my mouth and twirled my tongue around them to capture the sweet, creamy nectar. Once I completed my taste test Nan sat up cross-legged beside Pat's hip; her hand immediately went back to the warm, wet lips of Pat's cunt, three of her fingers disappeared from view. Nan watched Pat's facial expression as her fingers disappeared from sight. "Now it's your turn to taste me on your fingers." Nan looked at her and smiled; she again pulled her fingers from the warm, slick place between Pat's legs, looked at her slick glistening fingers then placed them in her mouth. She raised her eyebrows then withdrew her fingers from her mouth, "Mmmm that taste just like mine pussy." "I told you you would like it. Move down closer and get a good look at how pretty it is," Pat opened her legs wider for Nan to move into position between them. Nan propped up on her elbows, her face just inches from began to explore her first close up pussy; she had only seen her own with the use of a mirror. "I love your aroma; I can understand why my husband and Will enjoy smelling my panties." Nan didn't have to open Pat's puffy lips to see the cascading brownish labia as they were fully exposed, but when she did she saw the beautiful pink membranes covered with creamy liquid that spread like elastic as the membranes were opened. There was a long sheath which hung down from the top like a cable with wires going to the pearl-like switch to turn her on and off. Nan held the cascading lips open so she could watch as her fingers disappeared in the glistening mass of pink membranes. She looked up at Pat to see her facial expression; Pat began to move her hips slowly as the long slender fingers massaged the front of her vagina. Nan licked the fingers of her free hand to wet them then captured the long sheath between them and rolled it gently; Pat raised her knees off the bed and pulled her feet closer to her body. Nan leaned closer and planted a gentle kiss on the dark sheath; her tongue quickly darted out and flickered over the tip, she looked up and smiled at Pat. I straddled Pat's face with my cod sack close to her lips so I could watch Nan and play with Pat's large brown nipples. Pat rubbed her hands over my thighs and her lips tugged at my scrotum for several minutes then one hand moved to my cock and slowly began to stroke it up and down. Nan played with Pat's clit a few minutes more before placing her hands on each side of her vulva and opening it fully; she kissed the large puffy lips several times then ran her tongue up the slits between Pat's inner and outer lips. She looked admiringly at her work before taking the long sheath completely in her mouth and began sucking it like a small cock. In no time at all Nan was eating her very first pussy like a pro; Pat was loved it, she stroked my cock with one hand as her other hand guided Nan's head and face over the new territory. I opened my legs wider so Pat could suck each of my cods into her mouth while she continued to stroke my cock. In no time at all Pat began bucking her hips wildly against Nan's face; I lifted my cods up so she could expel the moans and grunts and take in fresh oxygen. A stirring began in my nuts as she stroked my cock faster and faster; I grunted loudly and shot spurt after spurt of hot, creamy liquid over Pat's torso stopping just short of Nan's curly blonde locks. Pat quickly followed with her own orgasm; she opened her mouth and licked the creamy drippings off the head of my deflated cock. Nan licked the trail of semen I had shot over Pat's torso before wrapping Pat in her arms and kissing her. Several minutes later Pat pined, "I need to get home to cook for my husband; maybe I'll just promise him a blowjob if he will take me out." I never got together with Pat again, but Nan and her husband did; they told me all about it when they invited me to dinner at their home. Nan got her wish that her husband would join us in a double penetration. A few months we got together with a lady friend of mine for a foursome. I never found out who Harold was or how he came up with my number; all I can say is, "Thanks, Harold!"