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The Telephone Call

By: The Big Bopper



I have written this short story to appeal to readers of all ages. I believe that most readers identify with characters who are of similar age to themselves, therefore nothing in the text of this story identifies what age the couple is. They can be as young – or as old – as you (the reader) imagines them to be while you're reading ... somewhere between early 20's and early 60's. It's up to you, that's the wonderful thing about fantasy. Believe me, it works.

Chapter One

I live in Sydney, Australia and the lifestyle suits me ... a mild year-round climate that allows everyone to get outside in the sunshine, even in the depths of winter. My job pays quite well and I have enough money to live well in a comfortable place. I am not in a relationship right now ... not that I wouldn't want to be. After all, the opportunity to communicate with a woman when you get home at night - a woman who enjoys the same things as yourself - generally can keep you happy. Plus the regular sex you get in a loving relationship maintains that contentment level pretty well. Still, you can't have everything ... my last relationship busted up about 6 months ago, we just eventually found ourselves non-compatible. So, shit happens ... someone else will come along, hopefully soon.

It's Sunday, a nice day outside, sunny and warm, I'll go downtown, have a look around, see what's happening in this great city. So I take a bus – I'm only ten minutes from the CBD – and I go for a stroll through Darling Harbour, a real tourist mecca in this harbour city. I drift into the Harbourside Marketplace, a two-storey complex of tourist shops and a massive food hall. I check out the food hall, see if anything tempts me here.

There's a shop where this guy stands in the window making up fudge and I have found before that it always attracts a good crowd. So even though I have seen him do it all before, I stop to stand among those gathered who haven't seen him do his thing with flair.

I didn't notice her at first, the woman standing right alongside me. In fact, I only really became aware of her presence when some bumbling idiot who figured he had seen enough fudge making, pushed his way out of the throng and bumped her into my side.

She turned her head to me, "Sorry," she said pleasantly and with such a warm smile that would make any man take notice.

"That's ok, not your fault," I responded, seeing immediately that she met so many characteristics that I was looking for in a woman ... female, around my age, quite attractive, looked to have a good figure, a redhead – nice, an engaging smile, that will do to start. I worked my brain trying to think of an opening line that didn't sound corny and then settled for something basic, "The fudge guy's good, isn't he, really works it."

"Yes, I've never seen anyone do that before, I'm fascinated." Again, that warm smile punctuated her words.

"Are you from out of town?" I tried, my pick-up skills a little rusty.

"Yes I am," she said with an even broader smile, like she thought I was so clever to pick that. "Just in for a convention, three days, I got in this morning. This first day is free so we get some time to look around."

"Well, there's lots to see, it's a big city." 

I was working my way, albeit slowly, to maybe offering to show her around when a guy a bit to her left called over to her, "Nicole, we're heading over here when you're ready." 

Damn, I never saw that coming, I thought she was on her own. "Sorry, gotta go," she said it so warmly, still with that engaging smile, "nice to talk to you, have a good day." She turned away and I watched her push her way out of the fudge watching crowd, my eyes drawn to her arse packed compactly into a pair of tight jeans. I pulled away from the fudge crowd myself and saw the attractive woman catch up with two guys. I looked for a handhold or an arm around, but there was none. Not conclusive, I thought, one could be a boyfriend or a husband, or maybe just fellow convention delegates. Whatever, this pretty lady was walking away from me and I wasn't about to make an ass of myself trying to chat her up with these two guys around her.

I tried to go back to how I had been five minutes ago before I was so attracted to this woman. Like, I was single, not really thinking about finding a new partner, I was just out on a sunny Sunday afternoon, enjoying my city. I wandered down by the marina where one can only dream about owning one of the majestic, privately owned luxury cruise boats. People gathered on the back decks, enjoying a late lunch, partying. It's the beautiful people and the way they spend Sunday afternoon in this city, flaunting their wealth to the rest of us.

On the weekends, there are street performers at Darling Harbour, doing their thing, buskers singing or even violin playing, jugglers playing with their balls, even mime artists and some of our indigenous folk blowing their didgeridoos.

I paused to stare at a mime guy, his face all painted up like a clown, standing perfectly still. I heard a voice beside me, "How can he do that, stand like that for so long and never move a muscle, not even a twitch." 

I turned, it was her, that attractive redhead who was here for the convention, standing right alongside me. I hadn't noticed her when I stopped to watch the mime. Was she already there or had she seen me and made a decision to catch up again? Did it matter? Yes it did ... to me. I was interested in her from the moment that I saw that engaging smile and heard her sweet voice, but was she kind of interested too?

"Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"I know."

"Yes, you're right, they're very clever. I would have at least blinked by now, or had to scratch myself somewhere."

She saw me look around us, beyond her. She was smart, knew what I was doing straight away, "I lost them, never mind, they weren't worth keeping, just a couple of fellow delegates that I met at the registration desk. They said they were going out to look at the sights and I just tagged along. They'll survive without me."

"Are you sure?" It was a stupid response and in trying to be cool in my approach to her, I wished that I could take it back.

She shrugged her shoulders, "So are you a local?"

"Yes I am, born and bred here ... can I show you around?"

"That would be good," she answered with that smile, "but I've only got a couple of hours."

Wow, how good is this. Suddenly I was so pleased that I had made the effort this Sunday afternoon to come down here and mingle with the tourists.

"I'm Michael," I said, offering my hand.

She took it and we kind of shook hands, "I'm Nicole, but Nikki will do if you want. Do they call you Mike?"

"Yeah, some do."

"Is it alright if I do?"

"Sure," she so appealed to me that I would answer to anything for her.

I took her on a ferry ride and then we strolled through the Botanical Gardens, came to an area where on Sundays, they run a Speakers Corner and any person can get up on a step-ladder and spruik whatever's on their mind. She enjoyed that and we found from hearing the different opinions expressed that she and I seemed to be on the same wavelength.

It got to be 5.30, she had said she only had a couple of hours, but we had now been strolling together for over three. I dared to suggest dinner together, "Are you hungry?"

"Yes I am now."

"Could I take you to dinner? I mean, I ask hesitantly, because you said you only had a couple of hours."

She laughed, "I'd love to have dinner with you ... I only said that I only had a couple of hours in case you turned out to be a bore ... you know, so I could get away without embarrassment. We both know what its like."

"So I'm not a bore, that's good." I feigned a look of hurt that she could have even thought that I might be.

"C'mon silly, of course you're not. I've had a lovely afternoon with you, I can't believe how much we have in common and you communicate so well, I feel right at home with you."

I accepted the encouraging endorsement, "The same for me, I cannot believe how lucky I was to end up standing there, checking out the fudge making demonstration, and there you were. Although I was a bit put off when you went off with those two guys."

"It's funny, I think at least one of them thought he was a chance with me, but I had already picked him for one of those sleaze bags who hits on every woman that crosses his path at a convention so he won't sleep alone."

I took her to a little Italian restaurant I know and love, away from the tourist hubs where we had whiled away the afternoon. Nicole said she felt so comfortable with me, and that our likes and dislikes were so similar that she entrusted me with ordering dinner and wine for us both.

We just talked and talked for hours, so much so that by 9pm, I figured that I knew this woman like we had been friends for years. The best news was that she too was between relationships so neither of us was carrying baggage that if we ended up together meant that we were cheating on somebody. Just a male and a female doing what comes naturally, putting our best feet forward, trying to charm another individual – of the opposite sex – toward that inevitable coupling.

We spent so much time together talking that I hadn't had much chance to contemplate how this day might end. It was only the stolen 30 seconds or so while standing at the urinal holding my penis that I pondered whether I might be putting it to a far better use later tonight. But the more I thought about starting a relationship with this woman, I came to the conclusion that Nicole was a keeper. This was not the kind of woman that you might burn off on a hurried frantic one-night stand to never see again. I realised that I would love to form a meaningful relationship with this woman.

That realisation meant the way the rest of the night went would be crucial to the ongoing development of our relationship. I began looking for signs. Even today, most women still believe in no sex on the first date while men are more flexible. If it looks to a guy like he might get to have sex with a woman, then mostly he's ready to throw out any pre-conceived theories about dating.

The first sign I got was a negative one. While we had both confessed to having christian religious beliefs, I was basically non-practising. The only time you would see me in a church was for weddings, funerals and christenings. Whereas Nicole told me that she attends her local church each Sunday. So my first sign was that a woman that devout to her religion wouldn't be ready to jump into bed on the first date.

But then opposing this, she was a toucher and I've always felt that touchers are sensual sexy people. You know the type, her hand would reach over and touch mine whenever she wanted to make a point in our conversations. The feel of her soft fingers on my skin, admittedly only the back of my hand, felt nice and warm.

Then there were the occasional suggestive comments, like: 

Nicole: I see you're left-handed.

Michael: Yes I am.

Nicole: So you must lie on the right side of the bed.

Michael: Yes, when I am in a relationship I do, what does that have to do with it?

Nicole: I've always found that guys like to use their stronger hand when they roll over, you know for touching and all that good stuff.

Michael: Umm, a very interesting observation.

That line petered out there, but I brought it back when mentally compiling my possibility for sex tonight list in my head. But then there was that other direct question that Nicole asked, around about the time that she downed her third glass of wine: 

Nicole: So Michael, are you a breast man or an arse man?

Michael: Whoa, where did that thought come from?

Nicole: I don't know, I just thought I'd ask. I always find it curious, the way men seem to pick out a particular part of a woman's anatomy as the key to their libido.

Michael: I'm going to disappoint you and say that I can't choose between them. I love checking out breasts and arses equally.

Nicole: So what did you notice most about me when you first saw me at the fudge stand?

Michael: The crowd was packed in so tight that I couldn't see your arse. I'd say my answer is your personality.

Nicole: Nice try as a diversion Mike, but I saw your eyes drop, you were checking out my boobs.

Michael: No, was I that obvious?

Nicole: I'm afraid you were.

Michael: And here was me thinking that I was a subtle pervert. So tell me, what do women do because I don't see them as turned on visually as guys are.

Nicole: Oh Mike, you'd be surprised. The abs, the six-pack takes the place of the breasts and most women appreciate a tight arse in a man.

Michael: So they don't strain their eyes to check out if there's a bulge in a guy's trousers?

Nicole: Oh yes, we do that too, but usually in a more subtle way than you checked out my breasts. Oh by the way, I checked you out when you went away to the men's room and you have a good arse for a guy.

We both laughed at how indiscreet I was – and probably most men are. But I stored away that conversation to later help me assess whether I should make a move tonight.

The evening was winding up. Well, it was only a little after 9, but we had been together for 7 hours – until today, total strangers – and we had talked our heads off. But it was Sunday night and she had to be bright and breezy for her convention sessions that began first thing in the morning. 

Damn, I thought, what should I do? My apartment is only 10 minutes from here by cab, should I invite her back. But if I do, will she see that as my just being an opportunist ... like I've worked on her for 7 hours, bought her dinner and now I was after my reward of a torrid sex session. But seriously, while I figured that I was a 50/50 chance for that, would the suggestion that I had seen her as easy, rob me of a future relationship.

I paid the bill at the restaurant and we stepped outside, sobering a little in the cool night air. I totally dismissed the first option of inviting her back to my place. Now the ball was going to be in her court. When the cab stops outside her hotel, will she be tempted to invite me up for a night-cap, whatever that means?

So all too quickly, the cab pulled up outside her hotel. She turned to me and looked deeply into my eyes. There was a long lingering look between us as I believe each of us dealt with our emotions and our immediate needs. Then she said, "Mike, I've had a fabulous day, I want to thank you so much, you are a lovely man and I can't believe how lucky I was to meet you. I hope we see each other again."

I was determined that we would, we had already exchanged numbers. "I'll make sure we will Nikki, the feelings mutual, you are a beautiful woman, outside and in, and I've just had the best time ... I'd say the best day in years for me."

Here we go, another pause in which the toucher placed her hands in one of mine, bringing her hands to my lap and perilously close to what was now a bulge, could she see it in the semi-dark cab?

Then her face came forward for an inevitable kiss, I tilted mine toward hers and our lips touched. It was a nice kiss and just while I was debating whether to try to slip my tongue in, she broke it.

"I hate to leave, but I must, I've got a very busy day tomorrow." She turned toward the cab door, this was definitely going to be the moment of parting.

Should I ask to come up ... no I couldn't, I hate rejection. "I've got your number, I'll call you," I promised.

She had opened the cab door, but she paused and looked back, a warm smile on her pretty face, "That would be nice, please do, I'd like that ... very much."

She got out of the cab, she was still dressed for what she had intended to be just a two-hour stroll from her hotel to the harbourside precinct and had not worn an overcoat. I checked out her arse in the tight jeans, "Great arse!" I called to her cheekily.

I heard her laugh before she slammed the cab door, but her rejoinder completely floored me, "Great bulge!"

Damn, did she really notice that I had become semi-erect during the cab ride? Could she really see the bulge in my trousers or did she somehow feel it when she placed her hands in one of mine in my lap? I watched her walk away into the hotel foyer with all sorts of misgivings about whether I should have tried harder to get to bed with her tonight. Instead, I gave my address to the driver and the cab pulled away.

Chapter Two

Images of Nicole washed around in my head. There were those of her, dressed as she was today that I had captured twice on my smart phone. But then as I got ready for bed, there were other images, the fantasy ones that had me picturing her undressed, naked and lying in the bed that I was about to go to.

On the spur of the moment, I picked up my phone and dialled her number. As I heard it ring at the other end, I thought 'what if she went straight to bed and I'm about to wake her up?'

"Hello," I heard her hesitant voice, like she was really curious who would be ringing her at this time of night – it was now about 11pm.

"Nikki, hi its Mike, I hope I didn't wake you, I just had a sudden impulse to call."

Her voice brightened as soon as I identified myself, "Oh Mike, how sweet of you to call, its nice to hear your voice again so soon."

I made the call in an impromptu moment so I hadn't thought out what I was going to say. "I ... err, I was just getting into bed and I had this mad thought that I should call you and tell you what a great time I had with you today ... and how I think you are so beautiful and I can't wait to see you again."

"Oh Mike, that's really nice. Oh my God, the same goes for me too, I had a wonderful day and you are such a great conversationalist, you put a person at ease immediately. It was only a few hours but I feel like I've known you forever."

"I hope I didn't disturb you, maybe you were preparing for the convention or watching TV?"

"No, neither of those things Mike, I was ... oh dear, I don't know if I should say this to you, I'll be embarrassed. I was ... err, I was just laying here in bed thinking about you and the day that we had."

"Hey that's great, that's what I was doing and that's why I called you."

"So Mike, are you in bed already?"

"Yes I am Nikki, just got in before I called you."

"So ... ooh, I don't know if I should ask this."

"What, what is it?"

"Oh my God, here goes ... do you sleep in the nude or do you wear pyjamas? Oh, I guess pyjamas are a bit old fashioned, aren't they? Maybe you just wear a tee shirt to bed, I think that a lot of guys do that these days."

"Yes I often do ... wear a tee shirt I mean, but since you asked, I have to confess that I didn't put anything on tonight."

"So you're laying there in bed naked Mike ... oh my God, do you have a sheet over you?"

"I did have a sheet but I kicked it off."

"Oh, I wish there was video on this phone. So let me picture this in my mind ... err, do you have a big bed or a little bed?"

"Big bed Nikki, I have a king size bed, I like to be comfortable when I sleep."

"Oh, I have a picture of you now in my mind when I close my eyes, I can see this massive bed and this good looking guy – that's you Mike - laying right in the middle of it, on your back. Is there anything else I should know about this picture in my head, like anything else conspicuous?"

"Do you mean what I think you do?"

She giggled, it sounded naughty the way she did it, "Yes I do, are you holding it or does it stand up all on its own?"

"Hey Nikki, how did you know, yes I am holding it?"

"Is your hand moving, I mean are you stroking it or just holding it?"

"Just holding Nikki?"

"And how big is it, is it erect yet?"

"Oh, if you keep talking like that it will be. No, its only half up at the moment."


The Telephone Call



Madness is the best way I could describe the feelings I was feeling. My pulse raced, my breathing shallow, my body completely on fire with a heat I had never known. I was beyond my senses. I lay on the bed with my husband at my side, using only his magical hands as I was on the verge of my fourth major orgasm. He used only one finger, lightly stroking my clitoris hood and base, after a wonderful massage which completely relaxed me. I was in absolute awe. My eyes were wide open, with a glazed look, as he was working small soft circles around, around, and around my love button. He did this in a metronome type fashion. Like a robotic insistence, that was beyond his natural patience. I was on the verge of losing myself once more, tensing every muscle, biting the back of my hand to suppress the screams of delight, feeling like I was floating in a sea of warmth and sweat. 

I must say, that this was the same man I had been married to for nine years. Never in the nine years, was he so meticulous or calculating, in all the sex we had ever had. Stranger still, was the gentleness he used in every detail to make me achieve over and over again, orgasm after glorious orgasm. I was on the verge of madness, I had never before experienced. My husband, Donald, laughed as he continued applying soft tight circles around my nub, without even trying to seek his own pleasure. 

Earlier in the morning, I being a teacher and mother of two had gotten the children ready for their Pre-K and second grade class for my oldest son. The thing is I remember telling my husband goodbye because he would be gone for about two weeks. My husband was supposed to be at work for the company he worked for, as an underwater driller and welder, for an exclusive oil company. The funny thing is that he makes a really good salary and we have had many nights together, as a result. Some of his out of town trips get cancelled from time to time. I wasn't surprised to find him home when I returned from work because cancellations occur, in his business, on a regular basis. It wasn't odd either, that his vehicle wasn't in the driveway because he normally returned by taxi, from the airport. He would sometimes get the company to either return his vehicle a couple days later or he himself would get a company taxi to retrieve it, when he wanted it. Sometimes, he would allow the company to service it with an oil change or some other minor repairs, before returning it to our home. 

I was shocked that the company cancelled his trip but they had top of the line meteorologists for the weather. The meteorologists had a knack of locating trouble prior to any foreseen problems. This ensured the safety of the company employees and saved the company money of any unnecessary losses. 

The one thing I noticed was my husband's new found interest in me. He, when I came home, was dressed in a casual look with denim shorts, a terrycloth beige shirt, some calf high socks, and white tennis shoes. He looked very nice but the fact that he walked up behind me, kissing me on the nape of my neck sending chills up my spine and down to my nether region, was unusual for him. He couldn't quit kissing me, with soft chilling kisses around my ears, neck, and shoulders region. The kisses were more than arousing and expertly placed with a newfound pleasure of discovery, I had never known. This sent even more chills, to all the right places. I had to concentrate on the cooking because I wanted to mount him right then aggressively and achieve my desired fulfillment. I wanted to have a wonderful glorious orgasm but dinner was on the agenda. 

The reason this entire turn of events, were so strange, was because I knew of my husband's little problem of erectile dysfunction. He had recently been to a doctor for treatment and a cure. My husband, Donald had little or no interest in me for quite some time. The fact that all of a sudden, he would begin to show a renewed interest in me, was in fact surprisingly pleasant. After all, it had been a very long time since; I had felt the heat between my legs begin to spread over my entire body. It was very nice to feel wanted and needed by my husband, once more. I couldn't wait to get the children their bath, so they could retire for the night. I ate very little during dinner, thinking about those kisses which sent me into immediate thought of how things used to be. Little did I know that what was going to take place was at least ten times better than I had ever felt in my life? 

Well, dinner was easily consumed and then I had tucked my children into bed, after their bath which Donald helped me with. Donald never helped me with their baths or it had been a very long time since he had. He would normally be at his computer or watching the evening news. Then he would take his shower and brush his teeth, while I watched the television or finished the evening dishes. I mean we never had together time. I noticed that my new Donald kissed me deeply even while washing the children and getting them ready for bed. It was magical the way he treated me. Perhaps the erectile dysfunction classes must have been working because not only did I notice his definite arousal but his attention to the little things, were impeccable. I loved whatever happened to him, between the times I left this morning, until my return to the home. I was in awe. The best was yet to come, much pun intended. 

I finished the dishes walking into the living room to locate my new husband but he was not there. I walked to the computer room and still no Donald. I then went upstairs to the Master bedroom. I found him stepping out of the shower freshly washed and beautifully naked. I wanted to walk up to him stroking his exposed cock. It was beautiful and I always thought I was the luckiest woman alive, to have such a wonderful man for me. Donald just knowingly smiled then said, "I have a surprise for you tonight my dear." 

It was an announcement that was addressed to me like a man that was in control and sure of himself. I loved it. I then said, "Oh yeah, what's that?" 

He knowingly smiled then said, "I'm going to give you the best time of your life tonight and for the next two weeks until the next call out." I was surprised by his outward announcement and confidence. 

I then began getting undressed. I was about to step into the shower when he reached out grabbing my breast cupping it's fullness with a gentle, yet firm squeeze. He even slightly pinched the nipple sending chills and heat once more to my inner core. I smiled saying, "Calm down big boy, I like to be clean for you first." 

He was wicked with his smile. I noticed he had a renewed playfulness also as he rebutted, "The better to eat you with my dear, if you're clean that is." He chuckled mildly which made his hint a little more ominous. Little did I know how patient he could be with his ways? 

I stepped out of the shower freshly clean. I was drying off noticing the bedroom dark. I believed he had gotten tired like most nights, merely going to bed but little did I know the evil that lurks in the heart of that man? I walked into the room, to find an array of things laid out, on his side of the bed. I noticed some baby oil, K-Y jelly, my vibrator which he must have found in my underwear drawer, and a bath towel stretched out on the bed. He was standing naked smiling, with an already semi-hard cock. I was taken aback by his attention to detail. He then said, "Lay down, Madame. I told you, I have a wonderful surprise for you." 

I was both anxious and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect but listening none-the-less. I lay waiting for what was first. I expected my husband to do a very quick massage then jump onto me without patience mounting me and fucking me quickly, until he achieved orgasm then leaving me in want. I was happily mistaken by my assumptions. 

Everything my husband did had, a definite purpose. The very first thing he did, was oil up both of his hands rubbing them together firmly to warm the oil, to the warmth of his hands. The lighting was dim in the room because he placed a terrycloth towel over the lamp, to cause a soft lighting look, to the entire bedroom. Easy listening music softly played in the background, continuing with the ambiance of the mood. I watched as my newly renewed husband, placed his hands onto my shoulders. He began a soft gentle massage that could rival the best masseuse. He would kiss me gently during the massage with very little tongue and not invading my mouth almost choking me, like I was used to. I felt wonderful as he continued down, down, and slowly down, my body touching every muscle. This was sending every nerve ending towards my core to warm and soak me, immensely. The massage was done to my entire body, from the neck down to my ankles but he never touched my pussy, except for the outer labia region. He never excited my love button which was protruding nicely already, from its hood. I was ready right then, for him to hurry up and mount me, because I was ready, right then. 

However, my wonderful husband took the vibrator turning it on the low setting he placed it onto my clitoral hood without touching my sensitive button, itself. I moaned loudly, as the feelings took hold of my every nerve. I felt the building of the first of many orgasms I would have on this night. I was expecting his gentleness to fade, the way it had in the past. I looked for him to pull my head towards his cock which was rigid and angry looking, but once more, he continued to please me. I was delighted because normally, I was the one who left the bedroom not being satisfied, most of the time. I understood that he would get so turned on, that he needed me, so I never complained. I loved this new man in my husband, who took meticulous pleasure in satisfying my every desire. 

He even reassured me, by telling me to just relax and enjoy. I then began to listen to the softness of his voice, relaxing. I gave into every little feeling, as he moved the vibrator from my clitoral hood to each breast and nipple, touching them lightly. He then would return back to my clitoral hood softly vibrating each body part, causing my pussy to soak the bed. I had made a soft ball sized wet spot, beneath my ass from all the juices, I had excreted. I still had yet to have an orgasm but I felt a truly huge monster of an orgasm building. The orgasm happened on the third pass to each body part. I felt it building and building until suddenly, violently, it took me by complete surprise. My own scream surprised me and excited me, as my body tensed. I convulsed for about two minutes totally, as my husband chuckled, at my loss of control. 

Now we're where we left off, at the beginning of my story. I now had the vibrator inside my already soaked pussy. My husband had placed a glob of the K-Y jelly onto my clitoris. He was like a robot using his middle finger to make tight, soft, gentle circles, around and around the clitoral hood, as I yelled out with my fourth orgasm of violent nature. I had thrown all caution to the wind, as I yelled letting go to the feelings, of what seemed an eternity to be released. My legs flailed about, as I grabbed my own hair pulling it, as the insanity of each orgasm took control of my body. The bed was soaked, as my pussy was shooting juices over and over again, with each orgasm. I heard that this was possible but never in my life, had I experienced such delight. My body was hot all over, as I pinched my own nipples. I wanted my husband's cock deeply ensconced into my being. I was begging him to shove his cock somewhere inside me. I wanted to suck him, let him fuck me, or even have him anally violate me. Tonight, he could have me anyway he wanted because he was just that damn good, for me and to me. I had never in my life had him this patient with me and my body. Another orgasm racked my body as I squeezed my thighs together hard trying to let loose every tense feeling in my body as he simply chuckled once more. 

Just when I believed he would continue with merely his finger he leaned over with his face. He began sucking my clitoris into his hot, moist, wet mouth sending a whole new feeling into my every body part and nerve endings. I was writhing, gyrating my hips, body, and pussy attempting to let Donald, have as much of me as possible. I felt his tongue slipping, sliding, and dancing around my little clitoris as he giggled. My hips involuntarily thrust up into the invading little devil of tongue. I was pushing my heels into the bed while thrusting upwards as hard as I could, in an attempt for him to take more of my pussy into his mouth. Without warning he licked deep inside of my pussy because with all the thrusting of my hips, the vibrator fell out of my pussy onto the soaked bed. He now tongue fucked me deeply. He licked in an upwards motion hitting the sensitive G-spot with his tongue. I forcefully shot female ejaculate onto his face letting out a squeal and rasping breath, I couldn't control. Where had this man been for nine long years? I was lost in confusion. I had no idea how wonderful a lover my man could be. 

It was at this time that I begged again for him to please, please, fuck the shit out of me through gritting teeth. My husband smiled as he got in between my legs then patiently rubbed the massive head up and down my pussy lips with his bulbous head before entering into my soaking wet pussy to the hilt with one full deep stroke. I was like a rag doll limp wrapped around his cock as he slowly got into the uppermost position so as to hit my clitoris with each wonderful stroke. I scratched, clawed, and screamed, for him to please don't ever stop fucking me. Orgasm after orgasm racked my body. One would start with another closely behind that one I was on. Never in my life had I felt so completely drained and wonderfully satisfied. I wondered what had taken place at the erectile dysfunction clinic but I was more than satisfied with the transformation in my husband. It was delicious the feelings he gave me in every sense of the word. He fucked me wonderfully splitting me with each delicious stroke until I had five more squirting orgasms. I bit his shoulder before he finally came deep inside my well satisfied pussy. 

I felt like an uninhibited whore because once he slid his cock out of me, I felt compelled to suck my woman juices off of his cock. I couldn't get enough as I was fit to be tied. I licked, sucked, and swallowed as much as I could because I was on fire throughout my entire being. I loved every feeling I ever had on this night. I gave him the most pleasure I could with my mouth dancing my tongue over every crevice and vein. I wanted him, needed him, and desired him more than ever before letting go completely. I felt too wonderful for words. Nothing mattered at that very moment but the satisfaction of making his every wish come true. I had a renewed love for my husband at that very moment. 

The very next morning, I called in sick for work, to spend an extra hour making my husband feel wonderful. I let him have me in every manner possible to include anal. Whatever his desire, I was his for the day. He took the children to school and returned to a naked wanton slut. He was still extra patient making sure that I reached orgasm at least six or seven times before taking his pleasure. I was once more shameless with him becoming every slut, whore, cunt, or sex slave I could be for him completely. Donald was the perfect lover through it all, making sure to hit every spot like an expert in every detail with my little body. He smiled at me then after our last session he said, "Adrianna Dubois, there is something I been meaning to tell you but haven't truly got around to it." 

At that very moment the phone rang, and I said, "Hold that thought love. Be right back that might be work or something." I ran over to the phone and answered standing naked in the upstairs hallway. 

I heard the voice distant but knew exactly who it was when I answered. I was confused, ashamed beyond imagination, and instantly angry. I heard the voice on the other end say, "Adrianna are you there, Honey? It's me Donald. I forgot to tell you that my identical twin whom you have never met should be there to visit either today or tomorrow. Tell him I'm sorry but try and be a good hostess honey, okay?" I should say that I never met any of my husband's family because his mother and father had already been deceased when we married and his only sibling he rarely talked about. Needless to say, I never knew the sibling was an identical twin brother. 

It dawned on me later, to ask my husband, why I had never met his Identical twin brother. He told me that his twin was a shameful individual and left home to go to Hollywood to follow his ambitions. He was a gigolo for the rich and famous women of Hollywood. At least now, I knew why he was such a great and I do mean great lover? He was the black sheep of the family. He was always too busy for the family with all his wealth and fame behind the scenes you could say, that he never really visited or stayed in touch. So my husband never brought him up either. He was never talked about at all as if he didn't exist. 

I couldn't help but giggle at Donald's last statement because I guess in a way I had been the best hostess a brother-In-law could ask for. I merely said, "Oh yeah, sure. He arrived yesterday, thanks for the heads-up. I had to introduce myself and he is astonishingly a great look alike. I will try to keep him entertained until you get a chance to return. I love you honey. Sorry, you couldn't be here." I continued staring at the bedroom door. I heard the bed squeak as whoever he was got up off of the bed to be standing at the door naked looking at me. I was also shamelessly naked without the anger showing yet. I said my goodbye hanging up the receiver. 

The twin smiled sheepishly then said, "I'm sorry. I was going to tell you but I couldn't help wanting you because of how stunningly beautiful and responsive you are. Hello, my name is Ronald." 

The anger flew off my lips as I said, "You Ronald, are a pig! I have never cheated on my husband nor did I ever want to. Now you made me a cheating whore wife! I should have known though, so I blame myself." I was walking up to him wanting to slug him in the face but I couldn't help myself because of how wonderfully he made love to me throughout the night and into the early morning hours until I received the telephone call. 

I walked up to him then stroking his exposed penis, I got down on my knees in front of him sucking his semi-erect cock deep down to his balls with one swallow. I felt him shudder as he watched me. I looked up into his eyes of surprise then said, "You Ronald are also the best fuck I have ever experienced in my entire life." I couldn't help myself even if I was tricked. I loved this man with his magical, love making cock. He turned my housewife bored ass into a complete slut in less than eight hours. Nobody had ever gotten to me so easily or fully than this man. 

I began sucking his cock with a renewed vigor until he was stiff as a crowbar. I now began forcing my chin downward to engulf his entire length choking myself on his cock. The wonderful pre-cum hung down my chin mixed with my own saliva as I continued my nasty slippery blowjob. I didn't care if he fucked up into my mouth, held the back of my head, or began jack hammering his magical cock deep into my throat. I felt alive, wonderfully alive. I continued until I heard his moaning renew, feeling him stiffen his muscles in his thighs. I knew what was about to happen but I wanted him to enjoy everything I had to offer him like he had me in the past fourteen hours, since last night. I felt the first squirt hit the back of my throat. I continued sucking not caring if he was releasing his seed. I continued sucking down his man juices until I finished him off. My pussy was soaking wet because I now, knew this wasn't my husband but he looked just like him. I was living the best of both worlds. I made sure he watched as I cleaned his entire cock sucking it with a gusto that would have made my husband proud. I mean my husband, was the one who said after all, to entertain his twin. Well, I intended to do just that. I had every intention to do just that until his return. 




The Telephone Call



Ronald was so amazed at what I had just turned into that he gathered himself then said, "Wow, so you either like pigs or you love being a whore wife but that was amazing." 

I laughed at his sense of humor then said, "I, my dear, have to make arrangements for a substitute for the next two weeks of emergency leave. I was told, after all, to entertain you by my husband. I don't want to disappoint either of you. Oh Yeah, Ronald, it was all my pleasure making your acquaintance believe me." 

He chuckled then said, "Not all your pleasure either. I have made love to you, with all my pleasure in mind. It was absolutely amazing, enjoyable, and devious. I would do it over the very same way again and again because it was worth every tantalizing minute." 

Well, Ronald was the very best lover I have ever had in my life. I can't explain the feelings I have still for my brother; I love him in every way possible. The two weeks went far too fast for my liking. I cannot say I was disappointed about the telephone call for real because at least I knew what I was doing the next thirteen days. It made things so much more orgasmic because of the thoughts, feelings, and naughtiness I felt. The taboo feelings made the orgasms so much more intense that I felt more alive than ever. My brother-in law was magnificent, taking me anyway he wanted or I wanted. 

Understand me though, I had children from his brother and I wasn't about to leave my husband for his wonderful cock. He has since bought a house down the street from where we live. So, when my husband goes out of town he checks on things at our house. He makes sure I have everything I need and I do mean everything. I'm just saying I was turned into a complete abandoned slut on that fateful night when I found out a man could make me respond to his manipulations the way he did. Can I help myself? Not when it comes to Ronald's cock, I cannot. I have the best of both my worlds and I hope my husband never finds out because it will probably crush him. Until then, well, I'll just improvise. 

The End



The Telephone Call



"You didn't ask me what I'm wearing Mike?"

"Oh no I didn't, I'm sorry."

"Don't you care to know?"

"Yes I do, of course I do, I was just answering your questions before I got around to asking you. So what are you wearing Nikki?"

"Nothing Mike, just like you. I'm naked!"

"That will do it."

"What Mike?"

"That will make me hard."

"What, my telling you that I'm laying here naked?"

"Yes, I know what hotel rooms look like, so I've got this picture of a hotel room and the bed, a big bed too and now that you've told me that you're naked, I have this image of you laying there on your back. Have you got a sheet or the blankets over you?"

"No I haven't, and I have the curtains pulled back. Of course, I'm up high so no one can look in, although if the window washers worked at night, they could come down past my window and see me laying here, my body lit by the bedside lamps. Do you think that sight would turn on a couple of window washers?"

"It turns me on just picturing you so if someone was looking in through the window, they would see it for real, they'd have to be turned on."

"Ooh, do you think so?"

"I know so! Listen Nikki, you really are in the nude, are you? You're not just saying that you're naked because I am?"

"No I'm not, I really am, not a stitch of clothing on, I even took my panties off just as you called."

"Are your legs together?"

"Oh you are a naughty man Mike, why do you ask that?"

"Because my image of you is so clear in my mind, its like I'm watching a TV of a camera high up on the wall of your room, looking down on your naked body lying on the bed."

"Well, my legs were together, I was laying like a corpse, but after you asked me, I just spread my legs, I moved my right leg away from my left, I parted them Mike ... can you see that on your hidden camera in my room?"

"Ooh yes I can, where are your hands Nikki?"

"One is holding the phone Mike, but the other one, its ... well you tell me, where do you think it is Mike? Tell me."

Despite the way this sexy conversation had developed, I was hesitant to say. If I told her that I thought she had her hand between her legs and it wasn't, she might think that I was turning this highly sensual call into a dirty one. I tried to steer it back to her, "I want you to tell me Nikki, be honest now, tell me where your free hand is. I want to picture you in my mind."

"I've moved that hand to my breast, my right one, I was just holding my breast in the palm of my hand Mike. But now my hand is moving, rubbing across the nipple and its getting bigger. Mike, my nipple is getting quite hard and now my fingers are rolling it around and I'm squeezing it between one finger and my thumb. Ooh Mike, it feels nice, I'm imagining that its your hand, not mine ... I wish it was. I took a long look at your hand when it was on the table at dinner. I studied it ... you have nice long thin fingers, I wanted to feel them doing this to my nipple Mike, I think I know what yours would feel like on my nipple."

"Oh Nikki, you are a hot woman. I really liked the person that I met today, but I never knew she could be like this, I mean, you said that you're a christian woman and you go to church regularly. I just never expected this side of you."

"Do you like this side of me Mike, you're not disappointed are you? Am I being a bit too forward? I really am quite a shy woman Mike, its difficult for me to say these things face-to-face, but this is me, this is how I feel inside. I hope I'm not upsetting you."

"Upsetting me, are you joking? I love it, I love that you can be so uninhibited, so free to tell me so openly what you are doing there in bed."

"It could get even better Mike, I mean I liked what I saw of you today, the clothed Michael ... but now I'm looking for the raw unclothed naked Michael. Are you ready for this? I think I want you Mike ... you know what I mean by want you Mike, don't you? I mean that I want you inside of me, making love to me Mike."

"Oh, that did it Nikki, now I'm hard, really hard. God, I'm stiff as!"

"So its standing straight up, is it ... straight up vertically from your body?"

"Yes, absolutely straight up, maximum erection."

"Are you still holding it Mike?"

I answered timidly, "Yes!"

"Is your hand moving Mike, are you stroking it?"

"A little bit."

"You can if you want, but just don't cum yet, will you?"

"I'll try not to."

"You've gotta try real hard, I want us to talk some more and I want us to keep talking while our bodies are right on the edge, aroused and ready to pop. Mike, we women don't turn on as quickly as guys ... I'm just getting started. I'll know if you cum, you won't be able to hide it in your voice. Maybe you better not touch it just yet, leave it alone Mike, let it stand up straight and proud on its own."

"Ok, I've stopped touching it now."

"What do you call it Mike, what word is your favourite? I mean, guys don't call it a penis ... what's your favourite word?"

"My cock Nikki, I call it my cock."

"That's alright, so describe your cock for me Mike, so I can better picture it. Are you circumcised?"

"Yes I am."

"So if I was there, in your room, in bed with you now, I'd be able to see the whole head of it, all smooth around the head, not sheathed away."

"Yeah, you could see it all."

"And how big is it Mike?"

"Oh, I don't know Nikki, I think its average, I really don't know. It's not huge and floppy like those guys in porno movies."

"I don't know what they look like Mike, I've never seen a porn movie."

"Oh, well those guys are freakish, they've got these things that hang down nearly to their knees."

"Oh my God Mike, I don't think I could manage one that big. I think that your average cock sounds wonderful to me, just what I want ... just what I need now."

"I'd like to try to make you happy with it Nikki."

"I am sure you will one day Mike. Tell me, are you so turned on already that its leaking stuff out of the tip?"

"Yeah, I sure am, that clear stuff."

"You can put your hand back on it Mike, but only to smear that clear stuff around the head, make it all shiny and wet for me."

I did as she asked, but didn't answer her immediately. She sounded impatient, "Have you done it Mike, did you do what I asked?"

"Yes I did," I answered breathlessly, enjoying the feel of the palm of my hand spreading the wetness from the tip all over my knob.

"Good, that's really good. Now take your hand away, I don't want you to cum yet. Have you taken your hand off it?"

"Yes Nikki, I'm not touching it."

"Good, now while you were doing all that stuff with your ... err, your cock. Do you like hearing me calling it a cock Mike, I don't usually use that word, but tonight, it feels good when I say it."

"Yes, its very sexy hearing you call it that, the way you say it ... in fact, it is so incredibly sexy hearing everything you say. You are one hot woman, I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you."

"Oh my God, I hope that's a good thing, will you still respect me in the morning?"

"Of course I will, how could I not, you are incredible."

"That's good, so as I was about to say, while you were spreading the wetness over the head of your ... err, your cock ... well, my hand was busy too. I moved it over to my other breast and I got that nipple up hard too. Oh my God Mike, I am looking down at them now, they are both stiff little buds. And my legs Mike, my legs are kind of splayed wide. Do you know what splayed means Mike, like they're just flopped apart, not straight. I think the actual meaning of splayed is to spread out or expand at a slanty angle."

"Yes I know exactly what you mean, I can see them like that."

"Well, if you can see my legs splayed, that means you're looking toward the right place, you're looking at where my fingers are heading. They're just faintly slipping across my belly, they'll be there soon. Ooh, here we go, I can feel my soft fingers on my smooth skin just above my ... oh God, what do we call that part? If I was to say pubis, it sounds like a technical word, but I'm sure you'd get the message."

"I know where you mean, have you got any hair there?"

"Hair, only just a little trim, what do they call that ... a Brazillian, that's what I've got. But anyway, you obviously got the message, you know where my fingers are now. Does this excite you Mike, is it exciting for you to know that my own fingers are there, just above it, just about to touch myself there, in that intimate place? My fingers are about to slide down along my labia lips, and they will slide Mike, because I'm already very wet there. Do you know what's made me wet down between my thighs Mike?

"Touching your breasts."

"Oh yes, a little, that helped ... but what really did it, what got me running like a mountain stream is hearing you tell me that I made your cock stiff and hard. I can't believe that you would get that big just by me saying a few words to you over the phone. I wish I could see that stiff cock right now Mike."

"Oh Nikki, I'd love to be there with you in that bed, we could make love all night."

"What went wrong Mike, why aren't you here with me or me over there with you?"

"Nikki, I was certainly keen, but I hesitated. I mean, our society sort of dictates that you don't have sex on the first date if you're after a meaningful relationship. First night sex is usually for one-night stands. Nikki, after the day we had together, I want a meaningful relationship with you, not a one-night stand. I thought that if I invited you up to my place, you might think that I viewed you as easy."

"That's so nice Mike, that you would think like that, not just be driven by your hormones and want to get into my panties as fast as you can."

"Nikki, the desire is certainly there and I hope that we will be in bed sometime real soon, making love."

"Yes, from me too. I can admit now that when I looked at you in the cab outside my hotel, my mind was going, 'ask him up, go on, ask him up, you want him, you know it.' I did know it, I knew then how much I wanted you, I mean sexually, but I guess I held back for much the same reason as you did ... and that is so sweet Mike. Frustrating for us now, but nevertheless sweet."

"So here we are, libidos raging, my cock hard and your pussy running like a stream, but we're in different rooms, in different parts of the city."

"Yes, well we were getting to that, weren't we? Are you ready now Mike, because while we have been talking about how we feel about each other, my fingers have been busy tracing up and down along the lips of my pussy, as you call it. I told you how wet it was, didn't I Mike?"

"Yes!" my response came out guttural from the raw sexual emotion of this phone call.

"I'm just running my fingers along the slit of my pussy lips, I don't want to bring my fingers up to my clitoris yet because I reckon my body will lift up off the bed when I touch that. Do you know about a woman's clitoris Mike, are you that experienced with women?"

"Yes, of course I do, I love the effect it has when I touch a woman's clitoris."

"Ooh, you should feel it from this side. Hang on...," I heard a loud exhale of breath. "Oh my God Mike, I just let my fingers touch my clit, I am imagining that they are your fingers, oh it feels wonderful Mike ... oh, I am so ready."

I could see by now where Nicole was heading with this phone call, "So am I, you just tell me the moment and I'm there." 

"Oh not yet, don't you dare cum yet Mike, we have so much more to explore. So tell me, how experienced are you with clits Mike? Is that something you do with the women you have been with ... I mean, have you ever sucked or licked one, do you go down on women Mike?"

"I sure do, I'd say its one of my favourite things to do with a woman. Usually I like to get a woman off that way before I even think about us fucking."

"Oh that's so good Michael, I am so pleased to hear that, we are going to have a good time together soon. You know that some guys don't like having their face down there where so much other stuff happens."

"It doesn't worry me, I like the taste of a woman's juices, more so the ones that are buried inside her ... err, her vagina."

"Nice save Mike, you were going to call it a cunt weren't you?"

"Yeah, I usually do."

"You can call it that around me if you want, I don't mind ... I do prefer vagina myself, but you call it what you're comfortable with. So you like the taste of a woman's juices from inside her vagina, do you?"

"Oh yes, it's a different taste to the general wetness around the rest of her pussy."

"Is it really, I never knew that? Then I hope you like the taste of mine ... when you finally get to put your tongue down there, to lick me Mike. When do you think that might be, will it be sometime soon?"

"Well, we're past that first date hoodoo now, aren't we? I don't know that society has any crazy rules on second dates. What are you doing after the convention sessions tomorrow?"

"Ooh, you are a fast operator aren't you? Let me see, that's Monday night, isn't it? Oh damn, we have the convention dinner tomorrow night, I do have to attend that."

My voice dropped to express my disappointment, "Oh, when are you leaving to go home?"

"Wednesday morning, first thing."

"How about Tuesday night then?"

"Mike, Tuesday seems so far away, perhaps that could be our third date."

"Third date, what happened to the second?"

"Oh Mike, I was just thinking that after the dinner tomorrow night, like about 10pm - or perhaps even as early as 9 if the dinner is a bore - you could come to my room and we could at last make love – really. You could even stay until daybreak on Tuesday if you wanted, that could be our second date."

"Really!" my voice was up and alert again, "you mean you want to get together that much that you would forgo sleep time for us?"

"Oh yes, I certainly would ... and will if you want to too."

"It's a date, you call me as soon as you can get away from the dinner and I'll be there. In fact, I'll probably be sitting in the foyer all night waiting for your call, so that I can be there quickly."

"Umm, so you're that keen are you?"

"Absolutely! I already was but after this phone call you've got me climbing the walls."

"Ok, so where were we? Oh yes, we got side-tracked when you told me how you like the taste of the juices that come out of a woman's vagina. And I am so pleased to hear that you do like to look after a woman's needs with your tongue. Mike, I can't wait to feel your tongue on me, I bet it will feel even better than my fingers do right now, they're on my clit now, getting me ready to cum."

"Sounds like you might be getting close, should I start touching myself again?"

"No, not yet, don't yet. I'm just using my finger to scoop up some of my juices to taste ... hold on, I am just licking my fingers now ... umm, that's quite good. Now, let me just dip two of my fingers inside my vagina ... hold on, oh God, Mike they're going in now, I'm imagining its your fingers not mine. Then again, it could be something else of yours pushing up inside me ... ahhh, ummmmm! Oh, I'd love to leave them there or even push them in and out a bit, but I'm supposed to be conducting a test, aren't I. Hold on again, I'll just take my fingers out and suck on them, this time the juice is from my vagina. Oh, I see what you mean, wow, it is a different taste, isn't it ... oh, that's good, I like it."

"Yes, I told you, such a better taste from inside your c--, I mean from your vagina."

"You want to say it the way you normally would, don't let me hold you back, go on, call it what you want."

"I'm okay, vagina will do."

"So Mike, it seems like we are getting to the good part at last, I know you will be happy about that. I can sense that you might be hovering on the edge. I hope that you have more control than this tomorrow night when we at last lie down together and you are on top of my body and you come to put that lovely pe-, err, cock inside me. I will want it to last for a long time so I can cum before you do."

"You can cum first Nikki, that's a given."

"Ooh, it sounds like that's a guarantee from you, that's a big call Mike, I'm gonna hold you to that." I could hear Nicole's breathing quickening and her voice now coming out in gasps. Her fingers were obviously very busy on her clit now. "Oh Mike, I'm getting close now, my fingers are getting faster on my clit .. oh God Mike, start stroking your cock, I won't be long now. I'm putting the phone on speaker now, I'm gonna need two hands for this."

I began pumping my fist up and down my hard shaft, resurrecting my urgent arousal that had been kept lurking just below the surface for the last few minutes. She would be able to hear my panting breaths too.

"Oh Mike, are you close," she panted breathlessly.

"Yes, oh yes Nikki, I'm nearly there."

"Wait for me Mike, don't cum yet, just a bit more. Oh God, I'm so close, I just can't get there, oh please, I need to get over the ... (shouting now) oh yes, oh yes, yes I can, it's cumming now. Oh Mike, do it now, let it go!"

"I'm with you Nikki, any second now, just a few more pumps will do it."

"I'm there ... oh God Mike, I'm there." Then there were no more coherent words, just loud panting in spams as her body was obviously racked by the convulsions that came with her towering self-induced orgasm.

"I'm with you Nikki," I screamed out as my cock erupted into a series of jerks, each thrust spitting out a rope of cum that splashed up onto my chest, the first one reaching my throat before the next few only reached my nipples. All the while, I listened excitedly on the phone line as this woman, who was about to become my new lover, vocally expressed her pleasure at cumming.

Neither of us uttered a meaningful word for long minutes, each content to press an ear to the phone listening to the heavy breathing of the other gradually subside. At last, Nikki spoke, "Was it good for you Mike?"

"Not as good as it would have been if my cock had just exploded with cum inside your cunt."

"Oh yes, I'm with you ... I feel some relief, some pleasure, but it's not what I would have felt if you had just cum inside me. Oh, roll on Monday night! Mike, it's gonna be hard for me to get through the long day tomorrow. But all the time, I will be counting down the hours until I see you. I hope you're okay with what just happened, I don't normally do that with guys, I think it was the wine we had tonight. I don't normally drink that much. I'm going to hang up now and try to sleep while this sexual euphoria hangs over me. Goodnight, sweet dreams and I'll call you as soon as I can get away from the dinner."

"Okay, goodnight Nikki, until tomorrow night then."

"Bye my darling!"

I heard the click of the phone disconnect and I was alone in my bed, cum streaked down my body from under my chin down to my navel, slowly drying on my skin.

What a day!

THE END