0 comments/ 62219 views/ 5 favorites Phone Sex, Fully Engaged By: jim clit It looked like being just another dull day at the office as I sat at my desk, working my way through a pile of paper and wishing I could have stayed at home. I’d left early that morning to get a good start on the day, leaving my wife sleeping. We’d both been so busy that we’d had no sex for a week or more, and as she lay there face down on the bed, panties drawn tight across her backside and the gentle round of her breast pressed against the mattress, I had to fight down the urge to wake her and fuck her hard and fast, and not necessarily in that order. She had the day off and planned to spend it lazily, the lucky bitch, but I had another full day ahead of me. I could feel the weight of the come in my balls as I carried on checking reports and doing all the regular dull stuff that comes with the job, wishing that I could have spent the day at home with Jackie, with my cock upside her and her cunt clamping hard. When the phone rang, I picked it up distractedly because I was still half concentrating on the report I was checking, but the caller soon had my attention. “I’ve got my fingers on my clit and my cunt is sopping wet,” said the voice on the line, and despite the husky sounds of excitement I instantly recognised Jackie. I mumbled a confused greeting, because this just wasn’t like her, but she just carried on talking. “I’ve been playing with my tits for long enough, now I’ve got to sort out my aching crack,” she said. “I wish I had a big firm cock here now, so that I could suck it and stick it in me and ride it until I came. But my fingers will just have to do, yeah, just like that. My clit’s up for it, oh, can you see me, can you see me with my legs wide apart and my fingers working on my bush, huh? I bet you want to get your cock out under the desk and toss yourself off, yeah? I bet you want to spill that spunk over the office carpet, when really you want to toss it all over my tits, don’t you.” I was shocked at first, because Jackie had never given any indication that she was into phone sex and had never seemed that comfortable with talking dirty – but I soon put that behind me as my dick grew harder and her talk grew more intense. I couldn’t risk unzipping my trousers and freeing my aching rod – my office walls were full glass and too many people would have seen. I couldn’t even join in because my door was open and my sharp-eared secretary was only a few feet away. So my cock stayed pinned in my pants and my lip stayed zipped as Jackie continued to talk me through her morning masturbation, building up to a frenzied climax. “You know I’m on the mobile,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve got five fingers on the phone and five fingers up my pussy. Yeah, now listen to this, baby.” Her voice faded into the background as a rasping, rushing sound filled my ear. Jesus, she was wanking off using the phone! What I could hear was the mouthpiece rubbing over her clit, with her frantic moans filtering through. She didn’t seem to be talking to me any more, and I had listened enough – to hell with work, I needed to plant my penis somewhere warm and welcoming. I quickly rearranged my stiff soldier in my pants so that I could walk out of the office without raising comment, told my secretary that I’d been called to deal with a family emergency – well, I wasn’t lying – and headed home. When I turned the key in the front door I could hear Jackie on the phone, but by this time the mouthpiece had moved from between her legs and back to her mouth. She seemed to be in the middle of a long girl to girl talk about this, that and the other, and although she waved a welcome she indicated that she wanted to finish the call. Well, if that was what she wanted, fair enough – but as she sat back on the sofa, white panties showing beneath a short black skirt and skimpy top struggling to contain her breasts, there was something I wanted as well. My first move was to her tits, my hands slipping up under the tee shirt and pulling down the cups of her bra so that they spilled out tight and proud. She crossly tried to move away, but first my fingers and then my lips urgently sought out her nipples as she did her best to continue the phone conversation. “Yes, Aunt Carol, of course we’re looking forward to seeing you,” she said pointedly, so that I would know who was on the line. Her Aunt Carol is a prim old widow who regularly comes for the weekend – but Jackie always goes out of her way to be polite and proper in her company, and would never break off a phone call with a rushed excuse just because her husband was home and horny. But I paid no attention, moving from her tits and down, pulling off her panties in one smooth motion and revealing her cunt, still sodden from her call to me less than an hour before. I set to with a will, licking her out and drinking in her delicious cunt smell as she did her best to carry on idle chit chat with her favourite aunt. She had to work hard, though, because from the way she was pushing up on to my tongue it was clear that she had more than half a mind on what I was doing to her clit. When I could sense that she was close to coming, I pulled away, and as she stared at me in concern I took one of her hands and placed it between her legs, gesturing that she should finish the job. Almost lazily her fingers went to work, but all the time she managed to continue her side of the phone conversation, although by now it was mostly ‘un-huh’ and ‘I see’ as Carol seemed to be doing most of the talking. Jackie spread out before me, her tits bursting out of her bra and her fingers stroking away in her sodden bush, made my cock throb even harder, if that were possible. I quickly pulled off my trousers and boxers and watched her eyes follow my engorged dick as it sprang to full attention. I kneeled beside her on the sofa, my cock as close to her lips as I could get it, and made it clear what her next move should be. Looking me straight in the eye, she said: ‘Before I go, Carol, can you just give me the recipe for that cheesecake we had the last time we came to visit? Jim enjoyed every mouthful.’ The horny little bitch put a special stress on the word mouthful, and as Carol presumably went off to look for the recipe book she swooped and slurped my rock hard cock into her mouth in a single motion. The velvet touch of her tongue and the frustrations of the past few days made me realise that it wouldn’t be long before I emptied my sack, but Jackie’s frenzied fingering of her cunt started to slacken as she concentrated on the job in hand. Carol apparently came back with the recipe, and started to read it out, because Jackie broke off from her blow job every few seconds to confirm a measure or an ingredient. Finally she pulled her bra and top clear of her gorgeous tits, and lay back on the sofa idly playing with her nipples. “And how much cream do you need with that recipe, Carol?” she said, with a wicked little smile on her face. I grabbed my aching cock, gave it two or three firm strokes and felt my come rush up the stalk, spurting in great gobs over her waiting bosom. Jackie dipped a finger in the sticky goo, lifted it to her lips and sucked it down. “A full pint, you say. Well, that certainly sounds delicious.” I sat back on the sofa, my erection subsiding as Jackie continued to wind up her phone call to her prim and proper Aunt Carol. Almost absent mindedly she massaged the pearls of my spunk into her taut breasts and flat belly, and then let her fingers drift down to her love tunnel. It was clear she was still aching for satisfaction, and determined to achieve her climax one way or another. The sight aroused me again almost instantly, because seeing my wife masturbate had always been one of my unspoken fantasies. She had always had a healthy appetite for sex, so I assumed she did see to herself from time to time, but she didn’t have a vibrator or a dildo that I knew about and I’d never half-woken in the middle of the night to sense my wife beside me frigging herself. I figured that if she was shy about it, there was no sense in forcing it out of her when she was almost always up for fun when we had the opportunity. As her legs spread wider, I dropped down between the thighs running with her cunt juice and went to work. For all she had tried to keep her voice cool and controlled during her earlier exchanges with Carol, she was struggling now as she neared her peak. More than once Carol must have sensed something out of the ordinary and questioned Jackie, because she answered: “No, I’m perfectly fine, just a little short of breath” or “I think it’s a touch of cramp in my leg” as my busy tongue and fingers continued to work on her clit and the thrusts from her pelvis became more and more insistent. Finally she could take it no more, and I heard her exclaim: “Oh, there’s someone at the door” and say a hurried goodbye to Carol before adding “Yes, yes, I’m coming!” before finally putting down the phone. “So you think so, do you,” I grinned, lifting my lips smeared with pussy juice up from between her legs. “I must, you’ve got to…” she groaned. “Not until you tell me why my wife is suddenly a superslut,” I replied, grabbing hold of her wrist and preventing her from burying her own fingers back in her saturated, aching cunt. “What do you mean?” Jackie asked, defensively. “You know,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. The phone call to the office certainly got my attention, and for all I know you really were tossing yourself off at the other end of the line – it certainly sounded like it. But we’ve been married five years and you’ve never shown me this side of yourself. Seeing you masturbate is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I loved the way you made me spunk over your tits. But why now? What’s happened? “Nothing, I just thought it would be fun,” she said, lamely. “Rubbish. You know what I think? I think some other guy has been giving you lessons, and you just wanted to bring me up to speed. “That’s just not true,” she protested. “There’s nobody else, you should know that.” “Then where did you get all these new ideas, and don’t tell me you read it in a magazine.” She pouted, rubbing her legs together in an attempt to keep her buzz going until she could get herself properly finished. “Well, if you must know, I was talking to Lydia and the subject of sex fantasies came up. She told me how they can really lift a relationship, and we talked about what might get you going and decided that a little obscene phone call might get your attention.” “Lydia, I might have known,” I snorted. Jackie is a pert blonde of average height with stand-up tits and a nicely rounded backside, with shoulder-length curly hair that starts to straighten out when it’s drenched in sweat. It was getting pretty moist now, just like the curly hair around her snatch. But Lydia is altogether different, a sleek half-caste woman with incredible cheekbones and a sculpted body that she loves to display in tight-fitting clothes. She has been a work colleague and a friend to Jackie for just over a year, but I had never really taken to her – she seemed to have a very superior attitude and always kept her distance when she came to our house. She’s not quite as tall as me, but that didn’t stop her looking down her nose at me whenever she got the chance. In fact, I had my suspicions that she was gay, but had never seen anything to back up that guess. “What do you mean?” said Jackie, sitting up and ready to defend her friend. “Well, if you don’t know by now,” I said, ready to run with an idea that was brewing in my brain. “What?” “If you ask me, she wasn’t trying to help you spice up your love life with me,” I said, letting my fingers once again slip into position on her clit, and feeling her instantly respond. “Look at you, with your gorgeous tits standing proud and your lips parted, and your skirt up around your waist as your cunt twitches for my attention.” “Ugh, cunt” breathed Jackie, pushing herself against me. “You’re a horny bitch, and I can just imagine anyone wanting to get it on with you. And I’m not just talking about men.” Jackie’s eyes were closed and her hands were playing close attention to her swollen nipples as I moved into position, talking all the while. “Your friend Lydia got you talking about sex and fantasises for one reason,” I said. “She wanted to get into your knickers. I’ve seen her look at you, I know she wants you. She thought that you might confess to a curiosity about sex with another woman, and if you did she’d have been ready to move in for the kill.” Grabbing Jackie’s waist, I twisted her whole body around so that she was kneeling on the floor, leading over the sofa with her backside jutting invitingly into the air. “But she can’t have you, because there’s only one thing that belongs up your cunt and that’s this.” With a single powerful lunge I drove my cock into her from behind, hearing her gasp of satisfaction as grabbed her firmly on each side of her backside and pressed her taut buttocks tight against my cock. “So, do you want a woman or do you want a proper cock?” I demanded, building up long, slow strokes into her slippery passage. “Cock, cock, cock,” she grunted, pushing back on me as her cunt began to spasm and clamp and a fresh rush of cool juice flooded out to engulf my balls. “Cock, cock, cock,” she yelled as she came and came and came. “Cock, cock, cock,” she murmured, as her face dipped down exhausted into the sofa cushion even though my stiff cock was still embedded in her. “That’s what I wanted to hear,” I said. “So now let’s give your friend Lydia a call.” “I don’t want to phone her.” Jackie pouted. “I want to be fucked, come on, you’ve already spunked all over me and now I want to feel it inside me as well.” Breathlessly she pushed herself back against me, my cock still embedded in her cunt as I knelt behind her. “No, my pretty, I want you to phone Lydia and I want you to phone her now, otherwise I’ll just pull out of you and leave you hanging.” “You wouldn’t dare,” she said, but she knew otherwise – I’ve always had stronger willpower than her, especially when she’s juiced up, and I had already come once. Cutting her off might leave me with a case of blue balls, but I was confident she would follow my lead. “OK, OK,” she said, reaching for the phone. “No, wait just a minute – you have to know what to say,” I told her. “First, I want you to act as if you haven’t got my hard dick sticking up you. That shouldn’t be too much of a burden, given what I’ve just seen. “Then I want you to tell her all about the phone call you made this morning, how you felt and what you did – because I want to hear as well. “And then you can tell her all about me coming home, and how I had my wicked way with you even though you were on the phone to your favourite aunt.” Jackie pushed her beautiful backside harder into my groin. “And you’ll keep fucking me all that time?” “You bet, baby. And one more thing…” “What’s that?” “I want you to put it on speakerphone, so I can hear what that sneaky bitch has got to say for herself.” Jackie reached for the phone receiver, set the speaker control and then dialled the number to connect her with her friend Lydia. The call was quickly answered. “Hello?” Lydia’s voice was cool and dusky, and I could imagine her perfectly formed lips and clean white teeth close to the receiver. “Lyd, it’s me,” said Jackie, at the start of some gentle ‘how are you’ chit-chatting that continued for a minute or so, with me staying silent but still slowly and gently stroking my cock in and out of Jackie’s sodden hole, and reaching around to fondle her breasts. “So you know we were talking the other night about sex games and how you could spice things up a bit?” Jackie eventually said. “Yeah, of course,” said Lydia. “It was a real education talking to another woman, finding out how much we had in common.” Yeah, right, I thought – like both having the same sex organs, and my wife being good enough to eat. I pushed harder into Jackie for a couple of stokes, and was gratified to hear her gasp and feel her grip me with her cunt muscles. “Well, I decided to follow your advice and act one out,” said Jackie. “Oh really?” I could almost hear the hope in Lydia’s voice. She wants Jackie to confess to an urge to make it with another woman, I thought, and then she can talk her around to a tryout. But she has no idea that at this very moment her intended conquest is stripped off, bent over and is eagerly accepting my swollen cock. “Yes, it was the phone sex thing,” Jackie continued. “I had the morning off but Jim had to work, and when I woke I was feeling really horny but he’d already gone to the office. So I called him up, and talked him through what I was doing and what I wanted him to do. It was great.” “So what did you say?” Lydia’s curiosity was transparent, she wanted to hear Jackie talk like a slut. “Oh, you know, how I was hot and wet and waiting for him, and how much I wanted a stiff cock up me.” “Jackie!” Lydia almost sounded shocked, but I could tell she was enjoying the experience at second hand. “And I told him I was masturbating.” “You didn’t! And were you?” “No, not really, you know I’ve never really felt comfortable about it, and it was as much as I could do to keep my mind on what I was saying without getting all hot and bothered at the same time.” So she hadn’t been frigging herself while she was one the phone – well, she was certainly a damned fine actress. “And did he join in?” “No, he couldn’t, his office door was open and people could hear. But I told him that I was using the cellphone and that I was going to start fucking myself with it so that he could hear how much my cunt wanted him.” “Oh, wow.” Lydia’s comments were less coherent now, and in my imagination I could see her long, dusky fingers slipping down inside the waistband of the tight jeans she normally wore, releasing the fly and then probing inside her tiny briefs. She was getting hot, I was sure – and there was lots of the story still to come. Again I gave Jackie a series of longer, firmer strokes with my rigid dick and felt her respond, felt the fingers of her free hand advancing through her matted pubic hair to stroke both my flesh as it entered her and her demanding clit. “Yeah, that was getting him going,” said Jackie. “It was too much for him and he had to hang up. I lay on the bed, thinking a little about that other subject we were talking about..” “You mean vibrators?” said Lydia, quickly. “Yes, you know I have never liked the idea of sticking anything like that up me, because I love his living cock so much. But it did occur to me, that if I had one close at hand, I maybe could have sorted out the itch that was building up inside me.” “So what did you do?” asked Lydia, who if you asked me had to bite her lip to hold back the offer to come straight round and sort out that itch, with or without a vibrator. “Oh, I just got up, had a shower, got a cup of coffee and then my Aunt Carol phoned.” “Oh,” Lydia’s interest paled. I could see how an account of a girly phone call with a respectable aunt wouldn’t help keep the mood going if she already had her hand down her own pants. “But while I was still on the phone, Jim came home – and he only had one thing on his mind.” Now Jackie was really getting in to the story-telling, and starting to build up a real rhythm as she timed her thrusts back at me with her sentences. “Yeah, I was still on the phone and I couldn’t just politely hang up, but he was all over me,” she said. “First he just hauled up my top and pulled my tits out of my bra, and started sucking and licking – and all the time I had to try and keep talking straight. Phone Sex, Fully Engaged Ch. 02 After our trio of telephone conversations and all the hot sex that went with them, Jackie and I retired early and talked openly about what we’d learned about each other in the preceding hours. “I always knew that every man masturbated and I knew it didn’t mean you didn’t find me sexy,” Jackie confided. “But I’d never really seen a man come. When I was younger I tossed off a boyfriend or two but it was usually with the lights off, or while I was French kissing the guy, and when I graduated to blow jobs I always swallowed. “And then when we met, we were always having too much fun putting you in me to worry too much about doing it manually, if you know what I mean. “But when you came all over my tits yesterday, that really turned me on. It was the whole jet of white pearls flying through the air on to me, and then another – part of me was thinking about how far up me you can spurt, and part of me just wanted to rub it into my skin so that I smelled of your cock.” We snuggled together in the bed, and she cupped by scrotum as I gently stroked her breasts. “The thought of you masturbating has always been an incredible turn-on for me,” I confessed. “But I never really knew how to raise the subject and I didn’t want to offend you – our sex is great and I didn’t want to turn you away. When you started talking to me on the phone this morning my cock was rock hard in an instant, I couldn’t believe it was you. And when I saw you fingering your cunt later on, well I almost shot my wad.” “You did,” she giggled. “All over me.” “But darling, tell me: you said earlier that you didn’t really like the idea of vibrators, but do you masturbate?” “Of course I do,” she murmured, pushing herself a little closer to me. “Sometimes a long, slow wank in the bath is just what I need at the end of the day, it’s a relaxation thing rather than getting into a hot session with you. Sometimes first thing in the morning and I feel a little bit sluggish, then a quick spray with the power shower on the right spot will get me. I’m certainly not fiddling with myself every time your back is turned and it’s nothing to do with sexual frustration – it’s just sometimes it’s nice to look after yourself.” I let my fingers brush across her well-trimmed pubic bush, and she shivered slightly before she returned the compliment by gentling taking hold of my semi-hard cock. “But you just use fingers, rather than anything else?” “Oh, I tried the usual things as a teenager – hairbrush handle, cucumber, everyday objects like that, but I always felt awkward and when I discovered the real thing I didn’t need an artificial alternative,” she said, now slowly stroking along the central length of my shaft. “But you’ve talked about it with Lydia, from what she said on the phone?” “Oh yeah, she’s a big fan,” said Jackie. “She’s not gay, you know, but she’ll try anything. One night when I was round at her flat she opened her handbag and showed me what she calls her special friend – it’s a big black thing, all veined and knobbly, and it’s got more settings than you’d think necessary. She switched it on and it made a hell of a racket – she said it was fantastic but I couldn’t see myself using one. Not when I’ve got the real thing close at hand.” By now she was stroking me more urgently, and I used my fingers to part her still slippery lips and gently rub her inflamed clit. “And I know you were pretty far gone earlier,” I said, trying to keep my tone casual as we began to push against each other again. “But when Lydia started talking about what she’s like to do to you, you seemed to be getting into it.” “Oh yeah, right,” laughed Jackie. “Every guy’s fantasy, hey? Two girls getting it on while you stand by with your dick in your hand, waiting to slide in when it suits you?” She tried to make a joke of it, but I felt confident enough to continue. “So you’ve never been tempted to have a kiss and a cuddle round at her place? You’ve said yourself she’s pretty hot.” “Of course I’ve been curious, and tempted,” Jackie pouted. “But fucking another woman would be the same as fucking another man, it would mean me being unfaithful to you and I would never want to do that” “But if I was there and we were all agreed, you wouldn’t mind giving it a go?” By now Jackie, eyes closed, was lying back on the bed, the fingers of one hand teasing her nipples while her other hand stroked steadily at my cock. I had three fingers pushed up into her tunnel, and the back of my thumb nudging rhythmically against her clit. “Mmmm, when we were talking about it on the phone it made me tingle all over, when she said she wanted to eat me out while you fucked her from behind,” Jackie murmured. “She is gorgeous, and horny, and I’d love to see you spunk over her lovely brown tits so I could lick it up.” She increased the pressure of her hand on my cock, pulling it insistently towards her pussy. “Come on,” she said. “Show me what a tongue can’t do. I need it.” With a single thrust I speared her to the hilt, feeling the steaming muscles of her cunt wall grab hold of me as she pushed up from the bed. “And what about the lovely Lydia’s other option?” I grunted, withdrawing almost until I could feel the cool outside air on my helmet and then driving back in. “She wanted this up her ass as well, you know. Would you really be happy to see me stick your own private cock up another woman’s cunt, up another woman’s backside?” “But you’ve never fucked me up the back, you’ve never asked,” she gasped. “You never saw me wank before, you never asked,” I said. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t in my mind, or you wouldn’t enjoy it. You’ve got a gorgeous backside, and I would love to me my cock disappearing up it. “You know what I can see now?” I demanded, increasing the tempo of my pounding of her pussy as her breathing became even more ragged. “You on your knees, and me with my cock sliding in and out of your lovely arse, yeah? And in front of you there’s Lydia, sweaty and naked, and what’s that in her hand? “It’s huge, and it’s black. What’s that noise? She’s switched it on. And she’s moving towards you. First of all she passes the throbbing dildo across her own cunt lips, and then she slips it right inside her. Can you see it too?” “But it’s huge,” moaned Jackie, now slipping her own fingers onto her clit as my cock continued to surge into her. “And you know what she’s going to do with it now, now it’s all wet and slippy? Here she comes. You’ve got my cock up your arse, and here comes the big black cock to fill up your cunt. Can you feel it?” “Yes, yes, oh fill me up,” shrieked Jackie, gushing her juice all over me as I up and up, pumping a fresh load of spunk deep inside her. My hot wife was on a roll, but as we lay exhausted together my mind was alive with possibilities. Jackie was up for experimentation, and I certainly wouldn’t say no to sticking Lydia in any and every orifice. So who was going to make the phone call?