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The Calls

By: mikeSTL



My wife Shannon can be so funny sometimes. For most of her days, she's a hard charging mom, working, taking care of our kids, and not all that concerned with her appearance. But watching her now as she stood in front of her full length mirror, turning to look at both back and front, she was such a girly girl.

Turning to look down the hall, she caught me watching her and laughed. "What are you looking at, Michael," she said, maybe a bit embarrassed to be caught checking herself out in the mirror.

"Nothing baby. Just sitting here watching TV," I answered, turning back to the TV screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her walking down the hall towards me, her hips swaying beneath her tight black skirt, her black high heels making that walk even sexier. She stopped and grabbed her purse off the counter, pulling her cigarettes and lighter from within.

"So do you like what you didn't see?" said Shannon, stopping to stand between the couch and the TV, raising her cigarette to her lips to light it. Oh, I liked it alright. My wife was dressed in a light pink button down top, that black skirt hugging her ass like a second skin. Her blond hair was softly curled, her makeup perfect, and her black high heels made her legs seem to stretch forever. I watched a soft plume of smoke curl from her pink lips and shifted on the couch, my hard cock pressing tight to my shorts.

"Baby you look fantastic. Smoking hot," I answered, my eyes moving up and down her body.

"This skirt isn't too short is it? I want to look sexy not slutty. And I think I look fat," she said, turning around in a circle so I could see her backside. I stood up from the couch and wrapped my arms around her waist, pressing my hardness to the crack of her ass.

"It's perfect baby. And you worry too much. I'm sure Steven will think the same," I said, feeling her ass massaging my cock, her hips pressing to mine.

"I hope so," she whispered.

Steven. Her date for tonight. The reason she was dressed up. Another reason my cock was like concrete. Shannon had met him at work and one thing led to another that led to her date tonight. I had yet to meet him but had heard about him from my wife. Hot guy with a hot car. His car, an orange Dodge Charger had first caught my wife's eye when she saw it in the employee lot. In our land of cracker crumbed minivans, a sports car turned my wife head faster than a tight ass. That Steven, according to my wife, was also a total hottie was just icing on the hot car cake.

Steven was coming here tonight to take my wife out on a date. And my cock was as hard as rock. I had seen my wife make love to other men and other women and I got off on it. I had jealousy issues at first, I won't lie, but I came to realize that my wife loved me like no other and her getting a strange cock now and again just made our sex lives even more fantastic. So he was coming here to pick her up and I was going to stay here and watch TV until she got back. Watch TV and fantasize what my wife was going to be doing on her date. Watch TV with a steel rod in my shorts, in other words.

A knock on the door broke me from my reverie. My wife jumped a bit in my arms and I pulled her tight against me. "Go get the door baby. I have a feeling it's your date," I said to her, releasing her from my arms. She looked back at me and I smiled at her, trying my best to be calm, not wanting to freak her out anymore than I knew she already was. I watched her walk to the door and when she opened it and said hi to Steven, my heart starting racing just a bit faster. She invited him in and I stood there, waiting to get my first glance at hot Steven with the hot car.

He walked into our living room and I think he was just as nervous as the two of us. He was shorter than my 6 foot plus height and I probably had a hundred pounds on him. Where I was chunky, this guy was skinny but muscular. He had longish blond hair and was wearing a tight t-shirt and jeans. A couple of tattoos on his arms completed his bad boy, hot guy appearance. Totally my wife's wet panty type of guy.

"Hi, you must be Steven. Shannon told me about you. I'm Mike, Shannon's husband. Nice to meet you," I said, determined to put everyone at ease. I walked over to him and shook his hand. He seemed to be relieved, maybe he thought I would be some mad psycho, ready to butcher him for coming on to my wife.

"Nice to meet you too," he said, looking at Shannon and then back to me. "You sure you okay with me and Shannon going out? I don't want to cause any kind of a scene. When Shannon told me about you guys, I wasn't sure about all this but, man, your wife is soo hot....."

"Dude it's all good. Just make sure you have her home by eleven," I said, laughing. Steven told me they were going out to dinner and I thought I could hear a slight Southern accent. For some reason that made me feel better about him.

"Steven, I'm just gonna grab my purse and we'll get outta here. Okay with you Michael?" said Shannon, silent to this point, just watching to see how this first scene between her new boyfriend and her husband was going to play out. Seeing that the first bit of tension had fled the room, I think she felt so much better about her date.

"I'll be home soon baby. Love ya," said Shannon, kissing me and then walking over to Steven.

"Love you too baby. You guys have fun." I told them as I watched them walk out the door. Plopping back down on the couch, I let out a deep breath. Now that I had met Shannon's new guy, I felt better, I could put a face to a name. I picked up the remote, flipping through the channels. It didn't matter what was on, I wasn't going to be paying that much attention to it anyway. My mind was going to be totally on what I thought was going to happen with my wife and her new boyfriend.

I got a decent vibe from the guy and I wasn't all that worried about him. Shannon said he was a real nice guy but I did glance down at my cell phone, making sure it was close, just in case. You never know. As if it was waiting for my glance, my phone starting ringing. Thinking it had to be my wife's mom, guardian of our children for this night, I picked it up and was surprised to see the Caller ID showed it was my wife calling.

"Hey baby, did you forget something?" I said, and was surprised again at who answered my question.

"Mike, it's Steve. Hey, Shannon wants you to go look out your bedroom window. Right now." 

"Is she alright?" I asked, jumping up from the couch to walk quickly back to our bedroom.

"Oh yeah, she's fine....so fine," he answered, his voice now low and raspy. I pulled the curtains to our bedroom aside and looked out at our driveway. The streetlight in front of our house lit up the front of our house and I could see Steven's car parked behind my wife's minivan. The light reflected off of the windows in the car and all I could make out were shadows in the front seat.

"God baby that feels so good, don't stop. Can you see me, Mike? Ooooh..."

I strained my eyes but could see nothing inside the car but listening to his breathing from my cell phone, I had a feeling I knew what was going on. My cock was tenting my shorts and I reached down to give it a squeeze, my knees quivering in pleasure. I lifted my hand from my cock and gave a small wave, letting Steven know I saw them, my voice caught in my throat.

"Mike, you know what happened man? I was getting in the car.......holy shit that feels good Shannon.....and I joked I was having a hard time getting in cause I was so excited watching her walk. It was a joke but she said she could take care of that...and then....and then....."

"Take your hand Steven and softly massage her head, she loves that. Just run your fingertips through her hair...," I whispered, telling my wife's lover how she likes to be caressed when she was sucking a dick. I heard a low moan and knew that had to be my wife responding to Steven, his hands tangling in her hair. I was stroking my cock through my shorts, seeing Shannon in my mind, taking his cock deep into her mouth, his hand moving her head up and down on his entire length,

No sound from my phone but breathing and moaning and wet sucking sounds. Sounds of my wife's mouth wrapped around Steven's cock.. "Now Steven, when you get close, just start pumping your hips, fuck Shannon's mouth, hold her head gently and fuck her wet warm mouth."

"Oh yeah.....Shannon.....don't stop baby, I'm gonna cum.....oh.....oh....damn...."

I gripped my phone tightly in one hand and my cock in the other, listening to Steven exploding in my wife's mouth. As hard as I was staring, I could see nothing inside Steven's car, just had to envision what was happening from the moans coming from my phone.

"I so need a cigarette baby. Do you mind if I smoke in your car?"

That was my wife, the first coherent words I had heard from her in what seemed a lifetime.

"You go right ahead, Shannon. After that, you could set this car on fire and I wouldn't care. Oh, hey Mike, we gotta go. Gonna be late for dinner. Talk to you later man," said Steven, remembering that he was on the phone with the husband of the girl that just sucked his cock right out in front of their house.

"Talk to you guys later," I croaked before pushing the end call button. I watched the glow of Shannon's lighter from inside the car as Steven pulled out and drove away. My legs were trembling as I stumbled back to the living room, more falling than sitting back on the couch. Did that just really happen? Did I just listen to my wife blow her boyfriend and then give him tips on how to please her as she did so? The hard cock in my shorts told me yes, it had indeed just happened.

I tried to focus on what was going on in the movie on TV but my mind was having none of it. Visions of my wife's sexy mouth moving up and down on a huge cock filled my mind, the sounds of that phone call replaying over and over in my mind.

When my phone rang again, my head whipped around as if someone had just taken a shot at me. Picking up like I would a live snake, I checked the caller ID. Shannon. Pushing the talk button, I said hello in a soft voice.

"Mike, Steven again. Sorry to hang up on you like that before. Just got a bit freaked out. You know what I'm saying?"

Why yes indeed I knew what he was saying. I could here the sound of music playing in the background, maybe the sound of people talking. He was calling from a restaurant.

"It's okay Steve. No problem. Can't say I've ever had a conversation quite like that one either. You guys eating dinner?" I asked, wondering if he just called to apologize, see if I was upset.

"Yeah, I brought her to this nice Italian place I know. We got here and I got us a booth in the back, one of those round ones that fits like eight people. They're nice, you can sit together, close you know?"

"Sounds very romantic," I answered, beginning to get puzzled. Did he want a tip on what wine to order with dinner or what?

"Well, we got here and your wife had a couple of drinks, and we're eating and I see her squirming around a little. I ask her if there was something the matter, like maybe she had to go to the bathroom or she didn't like the food or something. And she you know what she said?"

"I have no idea," I answered but knowing in my head exactly what was the matter. A couple of drinks after a hot cock exploded in her mouth gave me a clue of just why my wife was squirming in her seat.

"Mike, she told me she was soaking wet, can you believe that? She was squirming 'cause she was so fucking horny she didn't want to stick to the damn seat. I got to tell you, Mike, my dick got hard again hearing that."

And so did mine. My cock was throbbing again in my shorts.

"So, what did you say to her after that? Is she sitting there squirming right now?" I replied, picturing Shannon fidgeting in her seat, listening to this whole conversation. At least I could stroke my cock right now, not just squirm around with a raging hardon.

"No I told her to go to the bathroom. She should be back in just a sec. Here, she is right now. Shannon just slide around over on this side. That's it, doll, up nice and close. Thank you very much. I think I'll hang on to these for just a bit. Like a souvenir."

I just listened in, feeling like I was in the next booth, eavesdropping on their conversation. He wasn't talking to me at the moment; he was getting close to my wife in a big round booth and collecting his souvenir. I doubt it was a stuffed animal.

"Mike, you know what you're wife just gave me?" said Steven, his voice sounding like he was a little kid at Christmas. I bit back the urge to say a stuffed animal, a laugh in my throat that I covered up with a low cough.

"What did she give you," I said, stroking my cock and hoping I knew the answer already.

"Her panties. She said you picked them out so I hope that you are not mad that she gave them to me. And Mike, they are soaked. Shannon, yeah you can lay your head right on my arm and have a cigarette. Just spread a bit more, that's it baby. Damn, you weren't kidding."

Listening to Steven's voice over the phone was hypnotic, the way he starting addressing me and then right in the middle just start talking to my wife. A bit disjointed but I pictured him sitting next to my wife, she tight up against him, smoking, and he holding a phone up to his head trying to talk to me and sex up my wife all at the same time. Had to be difficult. Maybe I should get my wife one of those little cell phone headsets.

"No I'm not mad about the panties. I bought them for her so she could wear them on her date so you should get them. I can get her another pair," I said, listening to Steven breathing. 

"She is so fucking wet Mike. I got two fingers inside her right now, fucking her right here in the restaurant. That feel good baby? Not as good as my cock is going to feel later but good right?"

I heard my wife sigh, her head had to be close to the phone, her voice loud in my ear. I stroked my cock faster, my hands in my shorts, my fingers sliding up and down my wet cock, the precum flowing from me like a river.

"Steven, curl your fingers up inside her, stroke the front wall of her pussy. She loves that. Not too hard," I said, again being Steven's little helper. I could hear Shannon gasp aloud as Steven must have followed my instructions very well. "Now if you can, just grab her and lift her up. Lift her up and bounce her a bit on your hand. Believe me you will know when you are doing it right."

I hope the booth they were in was indeed in a secluded spot in the dining room because my wife's sighs were getting louder over the phone. I could just imagine her next to Steven, bouncing up and down on his fingers, wanting to scream but only able to gasp and gasp and gasp.

"That is incredible baby, that feels unbelievable...Mike she is soaking the whole seat, she is squirting all over me man.... Goddamn...," Steven said to me over the soft sounds of my wife whispering 'Don't stop, don't stop, please don't stop.'

"Steve, I want to hear her pussy. Put the phone down next to your hand. I want to hear it, hear my wife squirting all over you," I said to him, hoping that I didn't just go over the line, asking my wife's lover to do some Twister type of move just for my satisfaction.

I guess it was possible because the next thing I heard was the sopping sound of Steven's fingers stroking my wife pussy, the very loud and very wet sound filling my ears. I could only stroke my cock and listen, knowing that my wife was going to cum, cum all over his fingers in the middle of an Italian restaurant. I could hear her voice, muffled as her orgasm took her, she must have her face buried in his shoulder, biting back the scream, the passion.

"Mike you still there? That was intense. I didn't know a woman could cum like that. Fucking awesome. No, I don't think we'll have dessert, she's full, I mean we're both full...," said Steven, laughing out loud. "You can just bring the check. You do want dessert, hang on I'll call her back. Oh, Shannon, that is so hot. Mike, she is licking her juices off my fingers man. Oh baby, we have got to go before I bust one right here in this booth. Mike I'll call you later."

And just like that he was gone again, my phone silent in my hand.

No doubt that phone call was real; the dark stain of precum all over the front of my shorts was all the proof I needed. I just melted into the couch, my whole body covered in sweat, imagining my wife on wobbly legs trying to make it out of the restaurant. At least her black skirt would hide the wet spot. When Shannon squirted, she soaked our sheets so her skirt had to be sopping wet-maybe as wet as the front of my damn shorts.

I had to get off this couch and find something to do. Pee. Eat. Something. I couldn't just sit there and wait for my phone to ring. I got up, peed, and then wandered into the kitchen to find a snack. I opened the fridge and grabbed a soda and a thought crossed my mind that made me laugh out loud. Every time Shannon had Italian with her sister, I always got a doggie back full of leftovers. I doubt this time I was getting the leftovers-hell I wasn't even getting the panties! But damn I might just get some sloppy seconds!

I continued to laugh at myself and sat back down on the couch with my soda. A different movie was playing and I couldn't care less. I kept glancing over at my phone, willing it to ring; picking it up to make sure it was charged or maybe I had somehow missed a call.

Maybe there wasn't going to be anymore calls tonight. Maybe Shannon's phone died, or Steve had tired of this game, or maybe they were just pulled over somewhere, in a cell dead zone, fucking their brains out in the back of his hot car. If the phone didn't ring again I knew that I would hear what happened from Shannon when she got home. It would be sexy as hell hearing her describe what happened but I really wanted that phone to ring again.

It did.

I answered it in a flash, seeing my wife's name on the caller ID, and in a harried voice said hello.

"Hey Mike. It's Steve again. What you doing man?"

"Not a whole lot man. Just sitting here watching TV. Whatcha doing?" I answered. It was starting to sound like we were a couple of guys, calling to say 'Whazzzz up!' Oh just fucking your wife and drinking a Bud! Now that would make a hell of a commercial.

"We got to the hotel, it's a nice one too, no Motel 6 for your wife man, and we started fooling around. Kissing, getting naked, she sucked my cock some more and I went down on her. She tastes as good as she looks but I guess you know that already."

I did know that. My cock was again surging the front of my shorts and it was time to lose them. Holding my phone to my ear, I used my other hand to pull my shorts down my legs. Once free of them, I laid back and just stroked my hard cock, waiting for what was to happen next.

"Now picture this Mike. Your wife has her face in a pillow, she's up on her knees, that beautiful ass up nice and high and she wants me to fuck her from behind. Told me that was her favorite position. That true big guy?"

My God why haven't they fucking invented a video cell phone yet? The new Iphone was supposed to do it but I didn't have a fucking new Iphone right now and I just had to imagine my gorgeous wife, her ass up high, begging to be fucked from behind.

"Steve she fucking loves it from behind. Loves it hard and fast," I told him. Hell I had been helping him all night, no reason to stop now. I was stroking my cock hard and fast now, my mind being my Iphone, seeing Steve ramming my wife doggie style.

"Babe, this thing got a speaker phone.....hold that button right there? Mike can you still hear me?"

He sounded like a guy about to fuck my wife on a speaker phone but I could still hear him clear as bell. "Steve I can hear you just fine, can you hear me?" Maybe I should get the Verizon guy to help Steve double team my wife, the two of them screaming 'Can you hear me now' as they plowed her. Man my mind was racing.


The Calls Ch. 02



"Hey wake up!"

On my best days, I do not wake up easily. I am like a hibernating bear, best not disturb me until I wake up on my own or springtime rolls around, which ever comes first. But there was some excitement in Shannon's voice so I rolled over and cracked my eyes open.

"Whass up? Kids okay?" I slurred, not even close to being fully functional.

"The kids are fine. Guess what the UPS guy just dropped off?" said my wife, holding a small brown package in front of my groggy face.

"No idea," I answered, ready to roll over and go back to sleep. What ever it was it could wait a couple or twenty more hours until I wake up. Like I said, I'm just not a snappy person in the AM.

"It's that stuff I ordered last week, you know, our matching panties. Wake up I want open them up and look," said Shannon, pulling on me, getting me to a more upright position. Now that I was at least sitting, I wanted to see the contents myself. 

About a week ago my wife had expressed her displeasure at the lack of variety in intimate attire available locally so I suggested she go online and do some shopping. As she went from website to website, from Fredericks to Victoria's, I sat next to her giving my opinions.

"Michael, look at these. They have sizes to fit both of us,' said my wife, pointing to a pair of blue satin panties. I saw a gleam in her eye and just nodded. I have never worn women's underwear before and had no idea what size I might be but apparently my wife did. She shooed me away from the computer, telling me that she wanted me to be surprised. I guess it was now surprise time. 

"Go ahead baby, open it up." I said and then watched her open the box up. They didn't look like much, all squished up in their plastic bags but once she got them unwrapped, I felt my cock give a bit of a stir.

"Oooh these are pretty baby," said Shannon, holding up a pair of blue ruffled satin panties. I had to admit they were very nice and very, very feminine. The other pair that she had decided on was a white satin pair with thin purple vertical stripes and a cute little bow. 

"Are we going to try them on?" I said, reaching for the box.

"Nope, not now. You have to wait until tomorrow night," said Shannon, putting the underwear back in the box.

"Tomorrow? Why tomorrow?" I said. I had a semi going and really wanted to feel how that satin felt around my hard cock. 

"You know why tomorrow night....." said my wife, giving me a nudge. Tomorrow was Saturday, oh yeah; tomorrow night was my wife's second date with her new boyfriend Steve. At that thought, my cock went from semi to full blown. Their first date was still playing through my mind all of the time. God only knows what would happen on their second date.

"Now go back to sleep," said Shannon, giving me a kiss. "I'll wake you up in a couple of hours." I grunted a replay and rolled my ass back over. At least I wouldn't tip too far over and smother in my pillow; my hard cock was like a kickstand, keeping me on my side. But even with a raging boner, I fell right back to sleep. It wasn't even close to spring yet.

Now when Saturday rolled around, I had no problems waking. I had something exciting to look forward to and work to do. First thing was drop the kids off at Grandma's. When I got back, it was prep time. Part of the kick of my wife dating other men was the preparation-things had to be washed, things had to be shaved and trimmed, things had to be painted. I was just like other guys who were spending the day working out in their yards except for the fact that those men weren't getting their lawns ready to be nailed by a guy with a big dick.

When it came time for my wife to get dressed, she told me to jump in the shower and clean myself up. I emerged from the bathroom to find my wife dressed and ready to go. She had on light purple tank top, a white skirt, and white high heels. When she saw me looking, she raised the back edge of her skirt up and I saw the new white panties with the purple trim.

"You like, Michael?" she asked, spinning around. Of course I liked. I had painted her toes purple to match her outfit and her eyes and lips continued the color palette. Damn, she looked hot. I walked up to her, my cock showing her just how much I liked it. She jumped back in mock horror, laughing at the lumbering bear with the concrete cock as she stepped back.

"No, no my love. You have to get dressed too. Your clothes are on the bed. Go get dressed. Steve's gonna be here any minute," said my teasing wife, walking into the living room and grabbing her cigarettes. If I watched her light that cigarette I my not want to stop watching so I turned down the hall and walked into our room.

One the bed was a white T-shirt and my matching set of panties. And that was it. I slid the T-shirt on and then grabbed the panties off the bed. There were incredible soft and I stepped into them, sliding the soft satin over my hard cock. They were a perfect fit- the fabric cupped my ass the way no man's underwear ever did. The satin wrapped around my cock and ass but still felt almost like nothing at all. I looked in the mirror and had to smile but was this all I was supposed to wear? Not sure if I wanted to greet Steve dressed like this. They didn't call this intimate apparel for nothing and while we were both boning my wife, I would hardly say we were this intimate together.

I walked out of the bedroom to find my wife and she was in the living room on her cell phone.

"Be right out baby," she said and then ended her call. She turned to look at me and smiled. "Turn around baby, let me check out that ass."

I turned around and propped my ass up for inspection. Shannon's hand cupped my ass check and I hoped that I passed inspection. I turned around and her hand slipped around to cup my hardness through the satin.

"Very nice, my bitch. Very nice. I am going to meet Steve outside in just a sec. He called and I didn't think you were dressed all that appropriately for guests so I told him you were in the shower and I would meet him outside. Okay with you?"

With Shannon stroking my cock through my panties, my wife could have met him on the far side of the moon for all I cared. Hell, I would have driven the spaceship, dropped her off, and picked her up later. My wife knew just how to play with my dick to make me say yes to anything. That's why I married her!

"Gotta go baby. Be good. Love ya," said Shannon, followed by a deep kiss and one last fantastic stroke of my dick.

"Love ya too. Have fun baby. I'll be here playing with my dick through my panties, just like every Saturday night," I said, laughing at the look on her face. She blew me a kiss and out the door she went.

I fought the urge to run to the bedroom and watch her get into Steve's orange Charger. Didn't seem right without an invite and with that thought my eyes searched the room for my cell phone. It was on the couch next to the TV remote- my wife's subtle hint to sit my ass down on the couch and watch some television. Well, I can take a hint just as well as the next guy so I sat down and turned on the TV. But my eyes didn't stray far from my cell, no sirree. I picked it up and checked the charge-full bars and the ringer was set to loud. I was as ready as I ever was gonna be.

To my slight dismay, the phone didn't ring in the first five minutes after my wife left. Maybe she just had a little bit of self control tonight or she wanted to suck his dick with a little privacy. I could understand that but I was disappointed. Surely my wife didn't blatantly leave my phone on the couch so I would spend the night just staring at it. 

So I sat there in my panties and watched some TV. It was easier and harder this night than the last time Steve and my wife went out. Easier cause it was the second time around, harder 'cause that fucking phone hadn't rung yet. Yet.

Because after about a half hour, the phone did ring and I nearly jumped out of my panties at the sound of the ringer. I picked it up, yep, it was my wife. Or my wife's cell phone. If previous history was any indicator, I wouldn't be talking to my wife but to her lover.

"Hello," I answered, my other hand automatically reaching for my cock as I answered.

"Hey Mike, how are you doing, man? It's Steve."

And history repeats itself.

"Doing fine Steve, how are you tonight, what you guys doing? Sorry I missed you tonight. Everything okay?" I said, forcing myself not to babble too much. When I got nervous, my mouth ran more than a broken toilet. I could hear a radio in the background and what sounded like road noises so I guessed they were driving somewhere.

"It's all good man. Shannon told me you were in the shower, so it's no big deal. Catch you next time. And we are just driving. Or Shannon is just driving. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said drive my car, so I'm riding shotgun while she drives down the highway. Oh, and I'm playing with her pussy as she drives. Couldn't just sit here without doing something-she looks so fucking hot and it seemed like a fair trade."

"Seems fair to me," I said. My cock was pressing up against to soft fabric of my new panties and it felt fantastic. I closed my eyes and imagined Steve's fingers caressing my wife's pussy through her identical ones and my cock got even harder. "I'm sure she's enjoying the attention."

"You got that right," he answered. "She is soaking wet. Every time I circled her clit with my fingers, she started driving faster. I finally had to stop and just slide a couple of them inside her 'cause I thought for sure she was going to get us pulled over."

I wondered how much cash I had in the house and whether or not the cops took credit cards for bail. Cross that bridge if I and when we get to it. Shit knowing my wife she would end up blowing the two of them in tandem to get them out of any ticket. She used to have a thing for one of our local cops and maybe it was just the uniform.

"Just don't get yourselves killed out there guys," I said, the worrywart popping his head up. I couldn't help it, you become a Dad and it's all about the safety. At least some of the time.

"Oh, it's all good now. She's driving the limit, letting my fingers just slide in and out of her. Her pussy is so soft man. So we have been driving around, talking and stuff, and she told me what happened after she got home the other night," said Steve, his fingers probably still buried deep inside of my wife. "You really like that, Mike?"

A couple of things flashed through my mind to answer that question, the first being what exactly my wife told him and second, what specifically was he talking about? How do you tell a guy you licked the cum off of your wife's thighs the same way a fat kid attacked an ice cream cone on a hundred degree day? Or was he talking about my thirst for my wife's bodily juices? Go with the safe answer.

"Yes, I really liked it," I answered in a robotic voice, hoping I didn't sound like a complete retard. Or a freak.

"Man, I just don't know if I could do that. Hope I didn't taste too bad. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. All good in my book And baby, you must have liked it too-you're flooding all over my fingers. Now I can see why you do it Mike, damn, she's so wet."

Now I know at least what we were talking about. I guess Shannon decided not to share everything just yet. Before I could frame a reply telling a guy that his cum didn't taste bad at all, Steve starting talking again.

"Hey, why are you pulling over baby, make sure you get far enough off the road, everything okay........"

For the first time in the conversation, I heard my wife's voice.

"I'm just tired of driving. I'm ready for a ride."

I heard some clattering noises, some squeaking of seats, and Shannon telling Steve to put the seat back. Oh my God.

"That's it baby, just unzip me. There. Went commando 'cause underwear just seemed like a waste of time. Damn, that feels good....you miss that cock baby?"

I didn't say a word as I listened to my wife tell her lover how much she missed his hard cock. More squeaking and then I heard a very satisfied sigh from my wife that meant she had her lover's dick deep inside of her. I could imagine her straddling him, the car slightly rocking, the lights of passing cars alighting her satisfied body, the drivers and passengers of said cars not believing what they think they might have just seen. I saw it all in my mind and my hand dropped to my encased cock, stroking myself with my fingertips, straining to hear every single sound that came out of my phone.

"Damn, Mike she is riding my dick like a cowgirl. Mmmmm...that's it Shannon, you just ride my dick. It's all yours baby...."

"I know," said my wife, her voice filled with passion. "I own yours and Michael's dicks, you know that right? Ain't that right Michael....I fucking own them....oh..fuck me...."

"Oh yes baby," I told her, hoping she could hear me over her growls of lust. "My dick is all yours....." I just stroked my cock, knowing that what I just said was the gospel truth. My wife owned me. Time to start earning my keep.

"Steve, grab her ass and bounce her on your cock. You can't grab too hard, trust me. Just take her and bounce her up and down. And when's she's good and wet, lean forward and start biting her throat. Suck and bite her. Mark her. Just do it."

"Michael you are such a bitch.......oh.....oh....harder, bite me harder. You heard Michael, leave a fucking mark on me and fuck me....," my wife gasped, her lover pressed against her throat, biting that delicate flesh.

"Mike, I'm got to thank you for the fucking tips man, she is soaking the front of my jeans," said Steve, his words coming in gasps. "How about I thank you by flooding your wife's pussy with my cum. Damn, baby, right there, oh shit, oh shit,....."

The front of my panties had a huge wet spot growing on them around the head of my cock, the precum flowing from the tip, soaking my panties as wet as Steve's jeans must be. I just stroked my cock and listened to Steve and my wife explode against one another, sounding loud, gasping and passionate.

For moments I just heard the sound of labored breathing and that in its own way was just as exciting as the screaming I just heard. I could imagine Shannon resting atop Steve, her head resting on his shoulder, her pussy filled with both his cock and cum, and I hoped that at least one drop stayed trapped inside of her until she got home to me.

"Mike you still there? Baby, we have got to get outta here okay? Let's just go back to my place, Shannon, no way I can go out with the front of my jeans soaking like this. We'll get some Chinese and catch our breaths. Sound good to you?," said Steve, breaking the silence. I listened to my wife say that was fine as long as he drove, she just wanted to sit back and have a cigarette.

"Damn Steve, she doesn't want to drive, you must have really wore her out." I said, laughing a bit, letting them know I was indeed still with them. 

"Well, I hope my knees stop trembling so I can drive," answered Steve. "How about we call you back in a bit, you okay with that?"

"Sure, no problem. Talk to you guys later," I said. 

"Love you baby!" 

And with those words from my wife, they were gone. My cock was still weeping into my panties and I felt worn out. Time for a snack. They were going to have Chinese so I was going Italian. One frozen pizza coming up! I got off the couch and went into the kitchen. Even though I was becoming a veteran of these calls from my wife, they still were very intense. Once I got the pizza going, I crashed back on the couch and channel surfed. I figured I had at least a few minutes before the phone rang again. Maybe my panties would dry before the next call!

I watched a little TV, ate my pizza, and just relaxed. Since I got my first call, I was much less anxious about the evening. I was still a part of their evening so I enjoyed my time and hoped they were enjoying theirs. It was a rare occasion when I had the place totally to myself, no kids running around. And I had to admit it felt good lounging around in my new underwear. Maybe I should paint my nails and jump on Facebook. Maybe not.

I was actually paying attention to a movie when my phone rang again but it only took milliseconds for my mind and my cock to jump back to what this evening was really all about. I grabbed my phone and hit the talk button.

"Hello," I said, not sure what else I could say until I established who it was I was actually talking with, my wife or Steve.

"Hey Mike, what you doing?" 

Steve.

"Not too much. Just watching a movie. Had something to eat and I was just relaxing, watching some TV," I answered.

"Hey me too! But I bet you don't have your wife sucking your dick while you're chilling 'cause right now she's got MY dick in her mouth," said Steve, laughing good naturedly. 

I nearly spit up the drink of soda I had just taken. I thought I was supposed to be the funny one. But he didn't say it in a mean way, it was casual, like it was no big deal. And he was right because when I looked down, my wife wasn't sucking my hard cock so it was okay that she was sucking his-wasn't that the whole point of the evening anyway?

"Cool," I said, hoping that I didn't sound retarded again because it was pretty cool that my wife was sucking his dick. My cock agreed, growing hard once again and I traced the outline of my dick through my panties.

"Yeah we got back and had some dinner and just decided to watch some TV. Fuck baby, that looks so good, the way you are licking my cock, don't stop doing that, it feels so damn good. Anyway, Shannon just slid down between my legs and gave me this look so off came the pants and out came the dick."

That was a look I knew well. The pouty look my wife got when she wanted something was simply irresistible. I got that look when she first brought up the idea of going out with Steve. And I got my dick sucked that night too, if I remembered right. 

"She's got that little skirt pushed aside and her hand is in her panties, playing with herself as she sucks my cock. Mike, she looks so sexy with my dick fucking her mouth. Oh yeah baby, just like that. Your hair feels so soft, baby, just like your lips, man, oh man......"

Well at least he remembered what I told him last time about my wife's hair. I could feel her soft hair in my hands, I swear I could as I slid my underwear aside to stroke my cock. I loved the way her hair felt in my hands when she was sucking my cock. Damn, I missed her right now, the feel of her hair in my hands...

"Okay baby, climb right up there..that's it," said Steve, breaking me out of my reverie. Something was changing. What did I miss? Jesus, what kind of husband am I, missing my wife while sitting on the couch in satin panties listening to her fuck another guy over the phone? Dammit Mike get your head in the game!

"Mike I got her kneeling up on my couch, her skirt and underwear fucking gone, and that hot ass staring me right in the face...God, I love that ass of yours Shannon..."

Way to go Steve! I could picture her up on that couch, on her hands and knees, her ass up nice and high. I gripped my cock tighter and decided it was time to join in.

"Stand right behind her Steve and rub your cockhead right between those ass cheeks. Just tease her with your cock. Make her beg for it," I said, wanting to hear my wife beg for Steve's cock. It might be mean but hearing my wife beg for cock was right up there with football as one of my favorite things.

"Damn Mike that sounds fucking hot. I'm gonna put the phone right on the small of her back so I've got both my hands free. Sorry baby, I know it's cold. Now, spread those ass cheeks wide for me baby. Mike, I've got the head of my cock running right down the crack of her ass, gonna tease her asshole, yea, you like that don't you Shannon, right there....."




The Calls Ch. 02



I could here Shannon whispering yes to her lover and my hands were so slippery on my own cock as I let out a whisper of yes to accompany my wife's own words. I strained hard so maybe, just maybe I could actually hear his cock rubbing on my wife's tight little rosebud asshole.

"Now say please baby. Beg me for my cock. You heard your husband, be a good wife and beg me to fuck you with this big ole's cock of mine," gasped Steve. I'm not sure who wanted to hear her more, me or him, but I know I was squirming in anticipation as I sat miles away, my dripping cock tight in my hand.

"My husband is such a fucking bitch.......oh,,,,oh.....God, that's feels so good....oh....please baby, please baby, stop teasing and put your cock, your wonderful cock inside of me......oh....."

"Did you hear that Mike, your wife is begging me for my cock. Should I give it to her?"said Steve. "C'mon answer me you little bitch, do you want me to fuck your wife or not?"

I nearly came all over myself hearing Steve call me a little bitch. I gripped my cock like a vise and answered his question, do a little begging of my own.

"Please Steve, please fuck my wife. Slide that big hard cock inside of my wife and fuck her hard."

No words from either of them now, just a loud gasp from my wife and a grunt from her lover. His cock was inside of her. My cock was like concrete and not inside of her. She was panting, little sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth, and I could close my eyes and see her ass moving back and forth, her soaked pussy taking every inch of Steve's dick.

"You love that don't you baby, you're gonna cum all over my cock, aren't you? That's it, work it, slide that ass back and take it all."

Steve's words made me think of something, something I wanted to ask him to do for me. Just for me. 

"Steve," I said. "Make her tell you when she is about to come. Make her scream your name before she explodes. And then pull your dick out of her and cum all over her ass and back. Drench her with your cum." I wanted to hear her scream his name and wanted to lick every drop of his juices from her soft skin. It was selfish, I know, but I wanted it soo bad.

"You hear that baby, your husband wants to hear you scream my name when you cum and then fucking splash my cum all over you?" gasped Steve, his words gritty as his cock must be flying in and out of my wife pussy. "Now say my name, say it and cum all over my big cock."

'Oh,,, God... God.....Steve, Steve......Steve....I'm cumming, Steve, Steve...Steve...."

"Good girl baby......Oh......yea.....fuck... oh my God......"

I just held my cock in my hand, wanting to cum but holding myself back, wanting, wanting, but I wanted so badly to splash my load all over my wife that I just squeezed my cock hard and listened to the two of them gasping and moaning as their orgasms raced through their bodies.

"Fucking A'" said Steve/ "That was incredible. Oh, man, I think I got some cum on your phone baby."

Shit I forgot about the damn phone. As did Steve and that fucker was right there. Well, if I couldn't clean it up, tongue or otherwise, I would just have to get my wife a new phone. The price I had to pay for being a selfish bitch, I guess.

"Hey Mike, your wife is crashed out on the couch and I'm gonna get this mess cleaned up, so I'm gonna have to let you go. I'll have her home in a bit, okay."

Yeah, it was okay. Just get her fucking phone clean of your spunk and save me a couple of hundred bucks why don't ya?. No I didn't say that, I just said okay and then the call ended.

I tucked my hard cock back into my soaked panties and lay back on the couch. I hoped that my wife would be home soon, her back and ass still wet from Steve's drenching, my tongue and mouth eager to clean every inch of her soft skin. I could only wait for her to get home and that's what I did, waited for my lovely wife to walk back through the door.

Turns out I didn't have to wait long. About a half hour after I had hung up with Steve, Shannon came in. She walked right over to the couch and looked down at me, a stern look in her eyes.

"Get up bitch," she said, motioning me up from the couch. I didn't say a word as I got up. She starting walking down the hallway and turned to give me that stern look again. I got the message. I followed her into our bedroom and watched as she walked to the window, pulling the curtains open and raising the blinds.

"Now, turn the light on, the lower one, and cover it with something. I don't want it too bright in her. Do it now Michael." 

I stayed silent and grabbed a towel from our hamper. I walked over to our bedside lamp and covered the lower light with a towel before switching the light on. After a bit of adjustment, our room was bathed in a soft glow. I turned to look at my wife and watched her take her cell phone out and make a call.

"Can you see me baby," she said, slowing waving her hand to someone outside. "Is the light bright enough, I want you to be able to see everything. It's good? Okay, hang on a sec while I put you on speaker."

Shannon pushed a button on her phone, set the phone down on the window ledge, and turned back to look at me.

"Get over here Michael."

I walked over to the window and stood next to her. I tried to look out the window but all I could see was the reflection of my wife standing before it. I knew who was out there and wondered exactly what was going to happen.

"On your knees, bitch."

I dropped to my knees behind my wife and watched her lean towards the window, her hands to either side of the glass. Her ass was inches from my face, her skirt just barely covering the fabric of her panties.


"Take my skirt and panties off Michael. Do it now," said my wife, wiggling her ass right in front of my face. I reached up with trembling fingers and slid her skirt down. Once they were off, I grabbed her soft panties and slid them down her legs. I could see the cum, the cum from Steve's cock, dried on her skin and my cock surged inside of my own panties.

"Now clean me bitch. Clean Steve's cum off of me."

I heard Steve's voice from the phone, a soft 'oh man' as I lowered my mouth to my wife's ass and begin to lick her clean of Steve's cum. I was slow, thorough, as my wife purred with pleasure.

"You see that Steve," said Shannon. "I told you he liked it. Little bitch that he is."

"He might be down there awhile baby. I sprayed a huge load all over you," said Steve, his voice seeming coming from a million miles away, my attention focused on my wife's ass, my tongue swiping at every bit of cum that was left of that huge load.

"And he'll get every drop, won't you Michael?" said Shannon, reaching back and grabbing my hair, pulling my face deeper between her ass cheeks. I moaned a soft yes and her hand left my hair. She stood up a bit, again forcing her bare ass against my face, and pulled her top up over her head.

"I'm pretty sure there's some left on my back, bitch, so make sure you get all off it. How do my tits look Steve, can you see how hard my nipples are, talking about your cum all over me?" said Shannon. I looked over as my mouth had reached the small of my wife's back and I could see her reflection in the glass, her hands playing with her tits, showing Steve, her unseen lover out in the darkness, just how much she love his cock spraying all over her body. 

At it was all over her body too. My warm tongue traced a line of come all the up to the middle of her back, my mouth eager to get every drop. I grazed my teeth along the skin of her back and got a shiver and a gasp of pleasure for my efforts. Steve was talking to Shannon, telling her just how good her tits looked and then asked her to pinch her nipples for him.

"Maybe next time I'll have you cum all over my tits. Both of you would love that shit, wouldn't you," said Shannon with a hint of laughter in her voice. Steve and I answered nearly simultaneously, my yes coming from against her flesh, his coming from the phone.

"About done yet back there, Michael?" said my wife, turning her head to look back at me.

I could never be done licking my wife's soft skin but for now, Steve's cum was gone. I nodded and then she turned around and told me to stand up. I got up from my knees and stood before her, my cock jutting hard from my satin panties.

"Stand right there, Michael, now turn just a little bit," said Shannon, grabbing my arm and pulling me so I was standing in profile in front of the window. I glanced out the window, wondering how many people were looking at my fat ass in the window. It didn't matter really. And I had clean underwear on, always good when you're in a car accident or standing in front of a window with your naked wife.

"Now I'm going to show you why smoking is such a nasty habit," said Shannon, pulling a cigarette from her pack. After it was lit, she dropped to her knees, and exhaled against the front of my panties, her lips inches from my hardness.

"Damn Shannon, that looks so sexy," said Steve. "Hang on a sec babe."

I watched my wife take another drag on her cigarette, both of us listening to undetermined sounds coming from her cell phone.

"There. I didn't know I was going to get such a sexy show tonight or I would have pulled my cock out when you first went inside. But man, my cock was starting to hurt so I had to fix it. Sorry about that guys," said Steve.

I think both Shannon and I got turned on knowing that Steve was watching us and playing with his cock. I just hoped that the creepy guy that lived across the street wasn't doing the same thing. Fucking perv.

My wife looked up and me and slowly pulled my panties aside, freeing my cock from its satin prison. Her soft lips kissed the underside of my cock and soft cloud of smoke rose from her lips past the head of my cock. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around me, her mouth softly sucking me inside of her.

"God damn baby you look incredible. And those are the same panties you were wearing tonight aren't they?" said Steve, his voice low and incredulous.

Shannon took her mouth from my cock and I groaned in disappointment. My secret was out and the least I could get was more than a couple of seconds of hot blowjob.

"Yes, Steve they are. I bought us matching pairs of panties. Isn't that cute? That's why I met you downstairs tonight. He was wearing his panties and I wasn't real sure how you would take the sight of him in a pair of women's underwear," said Shannon, blowing another plume of smoke around my stiff dick. Disappoint gone.

"Hell, I'd wear a pair of panties too if you suck my cock like that, baby."

"Oh would you now," answered my wife, leaning in to wrap her lips around my shaft. My knees trembled and I put my hands in Shannon's hair, massaging her head as her mouth began to move up and down on my cock. Let the fucker buy his own panties but right now it was all about my dick sliding in at out of my wife's hot mouth. Steve and I both watched her tease and suck my cock, only stopping to take a drag from her cigarette, the smoking flowing around my hardness when her lips again wrapped around me. 

My legs started to tremble, my breaths coming faster, and my hands tightened in my wife's hair. As soon as my hands squeezed down on her, Shannon pulled back from my cock and looked up at me.

"Don't you dare come yet bitch"

Shannon stood up and grabbed my cock, holding it tight in her hand. My cock was rock hard in her hand and she took her other hand to turn me and push me back against the edge of the bed. She let go of my cock and turned back to face the window, her back now to me.

"Put your cock inside me Michael and then don't move," she said, bending forward, her face nearly touching the glass of the windows. I moved between her legs and put my cock between her thighs. Shannon reached back, grabbed my cock, and pulled my head between her soft, wet pussy lips. I thrust forward and I was inside her, her pussy so warm it was nearly hot, my cock now soaked from her juices. I inched forward, burying every inch of my cock inside her.

"That's it Michael. All of your dick inside me. And don't you fucking move. I want you nice and wet. How does that look Steve, Michael's got his cock right where yours was, buried in my pussy," said Shannon, smiling at the glass, at her lover watching us from outside the window.

"I'm stroking my cock right now baby, thinking about that warm wet pussy," said Steve. "Now fuck him good Shannon, just like you fucked me."

"Oh no, I'm not gonna do that. He gets something else. My pussy is way too sore to take another pounding like that. Michael take your cock out and put it in my ass."

To say that I was shocked was an understatement. I shivered again and my wife pushed her body back against mine. I stepped back and my cock slid from inside of her, completely coated in my wife's juices. Shannon bent over farther and her rosy ass was right there. I took my cock in my hand and rubbed the head all over her ass hole, getting her wet and ready. I pushed forward and the purple head of my cock parted her.

"Easy baby, go slow......oh......oh,' gasped my wife as my cock eased into her ass. I could here Steve breathing, loud even over the phone. Another inch, one more, and my cock worked its way deep into my wife's ass. She was always so tight and no matter how many times we did this, I always worried that I was hurting her.

"Fuck my ass Michael. Fuck my ass."

I started moving slowly, moving my cock back and forth. Every time I moved into her, Shannon gasped in pleasure. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me, my cock completely inside her warm tight ass. I moved faster now, pulling her too me, pushing her back, fucking her ass deep.

I leaned forward and whispered to her.

"Since Steve knows what I am, don't you think you should tell him what you are and what you really want, Shannon?"

My voice was very low and I know that Steve couldn't hear what I was saying. Shannon shook her head against my face and I grabbed her tighter, pulling her hard against, my cock so deep now.

"Tell him Shannon," I said, louder now and then took my mouth and bit her on the soft flesh of her shoulder. After her spasm of pleasure and loud moan, I took my mouth from her skin and repeated myself.

"Tell him. Tell him now"

I began to move my hips back and forth, my pace faster and my wife began to softly scream.

"I'm his slut Steve. He's my bitch and I'm his slut. I want both of you to fuck me at the same time. I want your cock, his cock, I want you both inside of me, fucking me...fuck me...fuck me......

And I did. I one more deep thrust and Shannon and I came together, writhing against one another in pleasure, both of us listening to Steve as he gasped aloud, her revelation either causing him pain or pleasure, we couldn't tell from the breathing that escaped from my wife's cell phone.

Minutes passed and our bodies shuddered against one another one last time and we fell backward to the bed, my wife's body atop mine. All we could do was breath until my soft cock finally slid from inside my wife, her soft giggle always the same when it happened.

"Hey Mike, I don't suppose you do steering wheels, do ya?" said Steve, and then we both laughed out loud. I had to tell him that my cleaning duties were limited to my wife's body.

"I figured as much. Hey I got to get outta here before I get arrested. I'll call you guys tomorrow. And if you wondering, the answer is yes. Bye guys."

Shannon and I looked at one another and listened as the sound of Steve's car faded down our street. We kissed and I think both of us were wondering what was going to happen next. 

That's a story for another day. 



The Calls



"I can hear you just fine man. I am on my knees behind you wife, teasing her clit with the head of my cock. Damn, I can feel her heat all over me. Hope my dick doesn't melt inside of her man. She is on fire. You like that Shannon, my cock all over that pussy?"

"God, I want it inside me Steven. Put that big fucking cock inside me and fuck me."

Those were the first words I had heard from my wife since she said she needed a cigarette in what seemed like a year ago. I don't think Steven needed any more encouragement from me or my wife because the next sound I heard was my wife moaning the words easy, easy, over and over again. Steve might be skinny as a rail but he must have a huge fat cock to make my wife gasp like that.

"Mike, I got my cock about halfway inside her and her pussy is sopping wet. Goddamn she is soo fucking tight. That's it baby, take that big cock inside you, almost there, fucking a' Mike she's wrapped tight around my dick."

My hand had froze around my own cock, straining to listen, straining to hear Steve's cock actually inch into my wife. All I could hear was heavy breathing from the both of them and the mattress rocking back and forth on the bed frame. That rocking meant they were fucking and the heavy breathing meant the fucking was good.

"Give it to her Steven," I gasped. "Give her that big fucking cock."

Back to stroking my cock, I listened to the two of them fucking hard, my wife screaming now, Steven urging her to take his cock, asking her if she loved his cock, my wife answering oh, yes, yes, yes... it was all blurring together in my brain and my hand was a blur on my own cock.

"Mike she's bouncing that ass up and down on my dick. I'm just holding her hips, letting her take my cock. Damn, she is such a good fuck."

"Ask her if she wants a cigarette, Steven. She comes so hard when she has a cigarette. Go ahead ask her, dammit." I yelled, louder than I intended but my wife must have heard my scream because she her moan was louder than my words.

"Do you want a cigarette Shannon?" said Steven, an edge in his voice. I think he was getting just as close as Shannon.

"Make her beg for it. Make her beg for a cigarette before you let her have it," I said, wanting to hear my wife passionately beg while filled with Steven's cock.

"You heard the man, baby. Beg for it. Beg for me to let you smoke while I fuck you. Do it!" screamed Steven, his voice loudest of all.

"Please baby, can I have a cigarette. Please, please, PLEASE."

"That's so good baby!"

Steven's and my voice were nearly a chorus as we said those words together. I heard him tell Shannon to grab her smokes and just a second later, I could hear the bed rocking faster.

"Now cum inside her Steven, when she comes all over your cock, just explode inside my wife's warm, wet pussy. Fucking flood her, " I told him, feeling like now I was the one in charge, calling the shots rather than just being a passive listener. I was close, so close, just waiting for them, waiting, waiting...

Shannon's screams echoed through the phone, through her hotel, through my world. I barely heard Steven's grunts, just listening to my wife's orgasm, and my cock gushed a cum rocket that shot a foot in the air. I came as my wife came, as Steven came, and it would be hard to guess who came the hardest. Moments stretched as the three of us caught our breaths, me on the couch, them on a bed in a hotel somewhere.

"Mike, that was fucking awesome. I think that was the hottest sex I have ever fucking had in my life. What do you think baby?"

I heard my wife say yes very softly and as my cock softened in my fingers, cum coating my fingers, my hands, my stomach, I had to agree with them, even though I was a world away from the two of them. Steven told me that Shannon would be home very soon and we both said goodbye. No cuddling after sex for me unless you counted a couch cushion.

I got myself up, cleaned up my mess and lay back down on the couch. I was exhausted, both mentally and physically and it didn't take me long to fall asleep, my wife fucking Stephen, sucking Stephen, kissing Stephen, in my head as I fell into slumber.

"Baby, I'm home."

I groggily opened my eyes to find my wife standing next to my prone body.

"What time is it?" I mumbled, looking at my watch, unable to see much of anything in the shadowy dim of our living room.

"It's late Michael. Scooch down a little bit."

Half asleep, I moved my body down the length of the couch, my head coming off the pillow, my feet going over the edge. My wife lifted her leg up and began to straddle my face, her pussy bare beneath her skirt. I started to lift my head up to kiss her mound and her hand grabbed my head to stop me.

"Not just yet Michael. Lick my thighs. Steven's cum ran down my legs when he pulled out of me and you need to clean me off."

I moved my mouth to her thigh and began to softly lick and kiss her tender flesh. I could feel Steven's cum, dried on her thigh and I began to clean her with my tongue, his salty taste filling my mouth. I worked my mouth all the way up to her cleft and then moved to her other leg, making sure that her skin was wet, clean, and soft before I moved my mouth up her thigh.

Shannon stood over me, her hands on the edge of her couch, her soft sigh telling me that I was doing a wonderful job, When I reached the top of her second thigh, her skin now clean of Steven's cum, I kissed her inner thigh. 

"So how was his car baby?" I asked her before she began to lower her wetness to my waiting mouth.

"Fucking hot. He let me drive it home from the hotel. I made him hold my pussy the whole way home since it wouldn't give me my panties back. I told him I was saving my juices for you. He didn't seem to mind, I think he actually liked the idea."

I just got a small laugh out before my wife pussy fell on my mouth. My lips locked hard on her pussy, my tongue diving deep inside her, wanting every bit of her juices, his juices. 

Shannon slowly rocked her pussy on my face, pushing down, squeezing her muscles to help my tongue find the treasure it was searching for.

"I couldn't believe myself tonight Michael. I was such a slut for him, knowing he was talking to you the whole time. I just thought about your listening, playing with yourself the entire time. I heard you come when I did baby and it made me cum so much harder."

I thought I was silent the whole time my cock exploded but I guess not. The whole night seemed like a blur now, all I could thing about was my wife's warm pussy all over my face, pumping on me, fucking my tongue.

"Hold still for a second baby. I've been saving something else for you tonight."

I moaned against my wife and my mouth froze against her flesh. My lips and tongue were still in anticipation and I didn't have to wait long.

Her warm pee flooded to me, starting slowly but her stream intensified, filling my greedy mouth and I began to gulp my wife's love down, down, down.

"Ahhh. That's feels so good. I have been holding that for you Michael. Holding it since Steven's cock filled my pussy. I knew you would want it."

I could do nothing but nod and drink her piss as it flowed into me. I hoped it would never end but it finally slowed, my lips tight on her, wanting, needing every last drop. Shannon ground her clit to my mouth hard a couple of times and then lifted herself away from me.

"I gotta go to bed baby. I am exhausted. Care to join me?

What a question. I got up from the couch and took my wife's hand and we made our way to our bedroom. My head was still spinning from the events of the night but I knew my sleep would be sound, my dream wrapped in my arms as I slept.



The Calm Before The Storm



Some random thoughts on wedding night sex from a husband to his wife

The calm before the storm can mean many things - but for us, dear lover, we know what it means.

It sounds negative doesn't it? But happily it is not.

In reality, the calm before the storm, tempest, squall, hurricane, or what have you, is nothing but a blissful condition that will produce - if you may speak of it in meteorological terms, a downpour of emotion, energy, creativity, and as gravity as my witness, a wonderful biological release of moisture, viscosity, of female liquids, thick with passion, nutritional substance, and sweetness. 

Can you visualize this storm yet?

Actually, I am speaking symbolically, rather than about the blasé nature of weather. 

That calm which I so passionately speak about - it's something very beautiful and human - it is natural I think. 

To me, the calm before the storm means the moment when a newly married bride, just in her middle twenties, or even in her middle age, finishes dressing in her wedding night lingerie to consummate the marriage. 

Usually there is a stillness in the air, an anticipation, the flowing of natural juices, and as expected, the tinge of nervousness, as one can hear the stomachs softly churning in suspense of the moment of energy and love that is about to take place.

This is the bride at her most beautiful and innocent when everything is just right and she is about to give herself to her new husband. She is usually freshly out of the bath, re made up and re perfumed, glowing, and at her most feminine. She is soft that evening – and she just used a bidet for the first time – and she loved it!

Of course she is in white or light pink, and even though she might not be a virgin anymore, she is one on that night. I hope you agree.

Blue lace garters (not those cheap imitations you see at New Jersey weddings), meticulously engineered suspender clips, leather opera pumps dyed the right shade of white, nude or white color stockings of the sheerest material – silk if she's really a purist in her interior sensualities, a pink English corset, French bustier, merry widow, demi bra, push up bra that lifts up her pert breasts. 

She might even be so daringly risqué as to sample an Italian shelf bra (in lace and from Milano, of course) – you know the ones, cut half way on the cup, so her taut nipples can be exposed. My lovely child, that accouterment is used exclusively when wedding night love making requires the bride's tits to be exposed while firmly being held for easy access by all amorous parties concerned. What a novel invention – a piece of lingerie solely designed for sex, besides, the bride gets all the support she needs when her large breasts bounce as she is being rapidly penetrated during the onset of the "storm". The nipples are thus free to be sucked and licked by her, yes she too can partake in sucking if she wishes if her breasts are big enough, or by the groom himself, he can suck too. The bride by wearing a shelf bra can deliciously expose her breasts as they rise up to be worshipped by the groom's eager mouth.

Just like the self bra your younger sister Christine wore on her own very memorable "calm before her storm". Remember, her sexual actions woke up the sleepy hotel bungalows in that luxury resort compound in the Seychelles where we all gathered to celebrate her marriage by the azure tropical ocean and white sand balmy beaches. 

The Indian Ocean was never quite the same, and I assure you, that to this day, the legend of the joyous, but vocal American bride is humorously told to all arriving honeymooners by the friendly and willing native staff at the resort. Talk about inspiration and a surge of emotions mixed with lust! It must've been that long plane ride half way round the globe that prompted it, I think. Not to change the subject, but next time you see your sister, tell her that her beautiful expressions of her sexuality on that night, actually contributes to the annual (or anally) inspiration of numerous couples wishing to follow in her footsteps. The resort staff is not so enthused at times though, being that three quarters of the bed frames are usually destroyed by the end of the stays due to the constant arduous banging and fucking that happens when young couples wish to recreate Chrissy's consummation.

As to panties or the lack of them… 

The bride can be panty less in this outfit of love or she can have her ass thronged if she so desires.

Remember when we made love right after we came home from your lovely red haired cousin Jennifer's wedding? She looked ravishing with her usually long hair made up, correct? Did you like the way I made you climax when I suggested you visualize Jennifer standing tall as she is, her Irish Italian skin tanned from many weekends at the South Hampton beach, coming out of the honeymoon suite's bathroom in Turquoise island wearing an incredibly expensive white custom made corset – the kind that hugs and holds the body, but allows for movement - four garter straps on each shapely leg, sheer white stockings made in France, her brown erect nipples showing through her cups – like a model in a Victoria Secret's catalog of old – when they weren't afraid to show pubes and areoles - but to make things interesting - and to get right to the point she chose not to wear her thong panties. Her pubic hair – v shape and all - looked like a lava flow ready to spill over – her pussy was hot like cayenne pepper, the redness of the hair and the primal jungle-ness of her tan – exotic – you in my hut now quality of her sultriness, and as she mounted her groom, she slowly slid on his cock – her natural lubrication, sweet but fiery from the passion she let off - along with the slice of mango she mashed up and inserted into her pussy right after bathing to make it delicious to the taste, and to coat her husband's erect cock. 

Jennifer used her Pamela Andersen like high heel pumps (you know the ones with the thick heels) to balance herself atop her husband – and in an aerobic display of grace and locomotion, she bounced rapidly up and down her groom's cock – her tits, at first, held snugly by the superbly constructed cups in her corset were seductively unfastened by the twentieth thrust – they bounced and jiggled while she was in the female superior position, after many multiple orgasms later she finally bent over and had her hanging tits touch her man's chest prompting him to unload a hot and furious load (without condom mind you) into her quivering and accommodating snatch. Remember how we all rejoiced nine months later when we saw the lovely fruit of her effort – a beautiful creation bought into the world.

The bride is always soft on that night, and her man will at first touch her lovingly but then with love and affection still intact he will fuck her like there is no tomorrow. If it is done correctly (but not necessary for those who chose to wait) he will ejaculate deeply and hard within her soft and wet vagina. He will grab on to the garters and he will mount her so hard that each pump will be an education to her on what divine wedding night sex is all about. If she allows, he can celebrate her lovely face by doing the ultimate and ejaculating into her mouth as he lets out the most pleasurable scream of his life. He will undress her - kiss her all over and afterwards massage her until she too has a heart wrenching climax. She glows that night as her hair which was neatly done for the wedding is now messy and she looks more beautiful for it. The glowing and her perspiration mix with her expensive perfume, and she feels a special feeling inside. She is wet - she tastes it - she gives some to her lover, and then she falls asleep besides him like a little child. This is beauty. That was the storm - now there is calm again - until the morn where a more primal and lustful (but loving) tornado takes place again, sans the undergarments which are neatly folded waiting for the next typhoon a couple of hours later. 

Even your sexy plump friend – the one we fantasize about sometimes – Rebecca chose to wear lingerie when she married sassy Rachel. Rachel wore lingerie too. I never knew a same sex union could be had with such lovely creatures as these two. I know, I sound bigoted, but lesbian weddings always created stereotypes of two masculine butches looking out of place in wedding dresses or tuxedos –short hair and all that stuff. I was wrong, and these two were the most absolutely ravishing lesbians I have seen. Remember, as we all finished the vegan main course at the reception - and they actually danced their wedding song – a sensual bossa nova by Jobim!

A day later in some swank Maui bungalow I visualized the younger Rebecca nude, only sporting a pair of silk thigh highs sitting in the boudoir as she combed her long black hair and her shapely ass graced the cushioned chair. She was freshly out of the hot tub in the back. Rachel then walks in of course, wearing a white push up bra, silk panties, a tummy tucking garter belt, nude color stockings and a pair of opera pumps- in one hand she holds a chilled bottle of some sparkling Spanish wine, and in the other she strokes the strap on rubber cock/dildo securely fastened around her abdomen. I'll leave the rest to your imagination my dear – but you know what happened next don't you?

Her parents happy on the thought that their little girl was married also made love on that night. Her mother (wearing a black garter belt) also climaxes as the happy father fills his wife with the very same sperm that made their lovely creation Rachel in the first place. It's almost incestuous as the parents sexually celebrate now both their daughter's unusual union – but they accept it as natural – and the most important thing is that they have finally found love – even though it's from the same gender, and instead they offer their divine sensual energy as a prayer to always watch over the newly married couple.

It's a celebration. This is life. This is beauty. Yes.



The Calm Before The Storm



As she sat watching the television, she heard it coming. The familiar sounds of high winds, low rolling thunder, the constant and soothing sounds of the rain. It was coming. She knew it was and was comforted by the very thought of it. There was nothing like a storm to wash away any stress from the day. 

She stood up and went to the living room window. It was her favorite window in the house. It was huge, a big picture window. He had it installed for her when they moved in. It had a bench right in front of it with a ton of soft colored pillows. So completely comforting. She sat down and curled her knees up under her, laying her head on the window, watching and waiting. With a loud boom, she woke. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for. It wasn't surprising though; the rain always did that to her. 

She looked at the clock. Midnight. Well, if He wasn't home by now, He wouldn't be home until tomorrow. She sighed, knowing that every time this happened, her stomach would clench just a little until she could touch Him and make sure He was alright. She got up and went to turn off the TV, which by this time was playing only static. Walking slowly around the house, she locked everything up and went to their room. 

It was the center of the entire house and the reason they had bought it. It was huge, encased in glass all the way around from halfway up the wall to the ceiling. There were French doors that led out to a balcony she often sat at in the summer to read. They had sheer curtains covering the windows, but when He wasn't home she kept them open. A fact she knew He hated. Her thoughts were that if someone was going to look in, well then fine, let them its just a body, right? She pulled back each curtain in a methodical way and opened each window slightly. Now *that* she knew He would be mad about. But she was on the second story and really, was someone going to scale the house? Besides, a beautiful storm like this, she could not resist. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back the goose comforter and climbed into the middle of the bed as opposed to the left side where she usually slept. Sleeping in the middle when He wasn't there felt less lonely. 

She sat quietly for a few minutes, listening to the rain on the roof. The smell of it coming in through the windows soothing her right to sleep. Her eyes opened suddenly as something stirred inside her. Something was wrong. She turned her head and started to lean up, then it hit her. She was tied spread-eagled in their bed. One glance at the ropes and she knew who had done it. Although alarmed because she knew He was mad, she was relieved it was Him. Then she heard Him. Heard the shifting in the chair next to the bed. She looked over. She couldn't see Him but was aware that He was there. His presence was strong. 

"Hello pet." She could hear it in His voice. He was mad. Softly she whispered, "Hello Master." She felt it as her heart began to beat, almost crying out with anxiety. He stood and came near her. Leaning very close in, His mouth brushed her neck and moved up to her ear. He leaned in further, His breath warm on her skin. His mouth parted slowly. She hated when He did that, made everything so long. She knew it was for emphasis and it killed her. Something else she knew that He knew. But if she was in trouble, just get it over with. He whispered in her ear. "Pet, the windows are open." And all at once her eyes opened. She had meant to just leave them open for a bit and then get up and close them. Shit, grrrr. She dared not say a single word to explain. It wouldn't matter. He had already made His decision. 

She just closed her eyes and prayed that He wasn't as mad as it seemed He was. Her answer came quickly. He in an instant had a hood over her face. One she had worn many times, but at the moment seemed terrifying. She took in a deep breath, trying to calm herself. She could hear her heart pounding and at any moment she knew it would come right out of her chest. 

He was taking her senses, her security. The blankets were pulled back. She could now feel the cold wind blow over her body. Her nipples responded and instantly firmed. She pulled at the bonds, knowing full well that it made no difference at all. She couldn't hear Him, she couldn't see Him. Then all of a sudden she felt him. His hand rested on her left foot. Running something up and down the bottom of it. It was almost soothing until she realized what it was as he dug it into her foot. The pain pierced through her. She screamed out "fuck". A knife. He was really upset. He dragged the knife point down her foot, as slowly as was humanly possible. Stopping at the knee, he rolled it around and under her leg, which she bent without even thinking. He pushed the knife in, twisting it. She felt a single tear leave her eye and took a breath. When He was satisfied that He had given her immense pain in that area, He moved the knife on top of her leg again. Dragging the tip up the inside of her thigh, slowly up the crease at the top where it joined her hip. She bucked uncontrollably and the knife poked at her. She let out a muffled cry. 

Why wasn't He saying anything? God she was getting more upset. She felt the palm of His hand over her cunt. His fingers curled inward towards her lips. But He didn't move it; He just held it there. It was somewhat relieving, and she pushed up, hoping she could get Him to at least open her and let the air hit. Then He was gone. 

And there was the knife. At the bottom of her right foot. Twisting. Right on the arch. She yanked her foot and it was suddenly harshly grabbed and pulled back to place. And the knife pushed in harder. Slowly again it began its journey up her leg. Stopping in the middle of her thigh. Without giving her a second to think about it, He sliced her thigh. She screamed. She had no idea how big it was, but the pain was so strong. And then it slid up again. The knife reached her cunt and stood on its tip on top of her mound. She took in a breath and felt it like a screwdriver twisting into her skin, back and forth like it was opening her skin. She could feel it digging into her. The pain intensified with each second. Then it stopped. 

Within seconds she knew why. She felt the coldness of the blade laying flat on her lips. They were soaked wet by now and with that thought she began to worry He could let it slip and cut her. Squeezing her eyes shut, she let her head spin as the blade slid from the tip down deep in between her lips, spreading them. She let out a sigh as His hand held her open. The knife gently and calmly touched each of her folds, sending shivers throughout her. Little tiny pricks into her skin as it crossed her slit. And without warning the handle of the knife was shoved inside her, fucking her mercilessly. Deep and hard. His hand took a huge amount of flesh from the inside of her thigh between His fingers, squeezing with all His might, pulling it. She screamed as He continued to ram the knife into her cunt. 

Lifting His hand He went for her tits, mauling them. Hitting them. Pulling and pinching, almost to the point where she thought He was trying to rip them off her. She was crying loudly by then. The knife was pulled out. The hood was ripped from her face. He climbed on top of her and looked straight at her, His face inches from hers. "This is what could happen to you. It might not be Me next time and they may not be as gentle. You are My heart. I would never forgive Myself if something happened to you." He leaned down and kissed the tears from her eyes, and down to her mouth as she was fought to catch a breath. 

He climbed between her legs and pushed His cock into her, reaching up to release her hands Without thinking, she wrapped them tightly behind His, pulling His body to her, His chest resting on her breasts. Tears came uncontrollably as He fucked her, made love to her, filled her once again with a sense of safety and love. He leaned back, looking down at her as he brought the knife to her mouth and parted her lips, letting her clean the handle. Sucking, she wrapped her full, soft lips around it. She closed her eyes and moaned. Pulling it from her with a small pop, He brought it down and spread her ass with His hands, twisting the handle at her opening. Poking softly, teasing, as He inch by inch pushed it into her ass. Fucking her ass slowly, His fingers went inside her cunt and curled up to rub her inner walls. Finding that spot, He gently teased it. She couldn't control it. She began to scream. 

Smiling, He looked down. "Need to cum, pet? Show Me." She began to buck and twist. "Please please Master." She cried out, her body aching. Her head dizzy and spinning, she couldn't even put her words together completely. "Fuck...Master...please." He pulled the knife from her ass, and pushed His cock in, looking down as He thrust inside her. "Cum pet, NOW!" She jerked violently, screaming. Her head hit the bed, and He pushed harder, sending stream after stream of His seed into her ass. Filling every inch of her ass. 

Collapsing on top of her, he covered her with His body. They were both drenched in sweat. He kissed her shoulder and she smiled, knowing it was over. She was going to be alright. He was going to take care of her. Looking at her face, He cupped her chin. "Bella, it could have not been me. Don't let this happen again." And with that, He kissed her with more love then she thought was possible.



The Calm Before the Storm



It is times like this when I am very much torn. 

I see you sleeping beside Me. Despite the lack of a golden halo and large white wings, you look just like an angel, innocent and peaceful in your slumber. Yet innocent you definitely are not, for I know extremely well the darkness of your heart, the part of you which thrives on violence and pain. 

That is what I see as you sleep beside Me. I see a beautiful young woman enjoying her well-deserved rest between episodes of torture. 

It has been more than two weeks, and I can feel the need rising within Me, just as it has since the last time you screamed for Me. My twisted mind recognizes the willing, vulnerable prey before Me, yet while I reach out to gently caress your bare shoulder emerging from underneath the covers, I consciously consider how I could hurt you today. 

...how I could hurt you right now. 

I was already erect when I awoke. It was not because I was dreaming about making love to you, although that would certainly help to quell this need for a time. I was already erect when I awoke because I had been dreaming -- scheming, actually -- of ways I could make you scream, of the beauty of your tears causing your makeup to smear down your cheeks, of the glorious voice I have come to love, of the attractiveness of scores of angry red welts lining your trembling body, of the selflessness of your vulnerability and your suffering. 

I am already erect because I am thinking of you suffering for Me. Certainly I could throw down the covers, force your legs apart, and fuck you viciously until I cum inside you with no care for whether you find any pleasure in My use of your body, but that would not truly satisfy Me for very long -- only one day, or maybe two days at the most. It has been more than two weeks since you last screamed as I tortured you, your pain freely announced to the mountainside as the bullwhip repeatedly kissed your sweet flesh with violence, and now I need to hurt you again. I need you to suffer so that I can be at peace with Myself for a time. I need your agony to once again fill My dark heart so that I can once again be the gentle lover who had initially seduced you out of your clothes and into the back of an old beat-up van which had clearly seen better days. 

While you sleep soundly and are unaware of the intensity of My need, I tremble. It is a struggle to keep the sadistic beast caged within Me as you dream, for beginning to hurt you now would probably produce the best screams of your life as you are slashed awake by some form of searing pain. Even if I were to reach beneath the covers and simply pinch a nipple between My fingers, it would be so sudden and unexpected that you would scream well. 

But that type of pain most definitely will not be enough -- not today. I need to hurt you -- soon, if not right now. 

The rack awaits. I could slowly stretch your lithe body, one notch at a time, pulling you taut and then threatening to pull you apart. 

The bullwhip would work quite nicely. It would give Me the added pleasure of watching your naked flesh redden from the many vicious red welts forming across your chest, across your back and your thighs. 

I would almost certainly gain the greatest pleasure from shocking you. As much as you hate having electricity surging through your body, I truly adore it, for that hatred definitely adds to your agony, and that definitely heightens My desire to witness your torment and bask in the fact that you are suffering for Me. 

...for Me. 

Without a doubt, you will suffer for Me. In fact, you must suffer for Me. There are only two questions relating to this issue: 

When? 

How? 

The "when" is very easy to answer, given the magnitude of My need: as soon as possible. 

The "how" is a bit more difficult to determine, for there are so many tools I could use, and even more strategies for their usage. 

Perhaps I should shock you mercilessly -- or more specifically, have you shock yourself mercilessly. I could strap you down to the bondage table, slide the hefty bipolar electrodes into your pussy and your ass, perhaps add the bipolar electrode cuffs to your ankles, and activate the microphone input so that every scream you make will shock you with similar intensity. I would need only to use My thick leather belt to beat your ass until your sirenic voice takes control of your own sweet torment, then I could lean back against the wall and slowly stroke Myself while I thoroughly enjoy your plight. 

That is the plan. And for something like that, for something so awesome as your self-induced torture, it is time to awaken you with a kiss: the calm before the storm.