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A Three Sum

By: jthserra



The phone suddenly rang, and though, admittedly, it wasn't the worst possible time, it certainly wasn't a good time. Janey and I had just arrived back to my room and were sharing a glass of wine when the piercing ring of the telephone made both of us jump. We both made a motion toward the receiver at the second ring, then Janey, remembering she was in my room, relaxed and sat down on the bed. I continued my movement toward the phone, smiling and shrugging my shoulders at Janey.

There was no secret, we both knew what we were doing, we both felt the heavy burden of guilt blanketing us and we both felt the incredible surge in our libido accompanying the guilt. The phone ringing should have chilled us like a bucket of ice water, but strangely Janey remained intensely focused on me, staring seductively even as I lifted the receiver and answered, "Hello..."

Janey was an incredible woman, at ease in a boardroom and, from what little time I had spent with her this evening, also at ease in the bedroom. Though not beautiful, she had an appealing face, engaging eyes, and a deep red smile that seemed to glisten with possibility.

We had worked together for a couple of years now, each obviously drawn to the other, not in an overt way, somehow we just clicked. Not long after we met I began fantasizing about her, letting my mind drift down her long dark hair, cascade over her thin shoulders, and roll down over the slight mounds of her breasts. I pictured her nipples, firm and dark, jutting from the gentle curve of flesh; I imagined my fingertips moving up the slight slopes, pressing into her soft skin.

"Oh hi. Yeah, I went out to dinner," I spoke into the phone, my mind jolting back to another woman, the one I woke up to every morning... well almost every morning. "I called you earlier, when I first got in, but..."

I paused, as I listened to a quick review of my wife's afternoon and evening, I watched Janey slowly unbutton her blouse. "Yes, and did..." Janey removed the blouse and reached to the clasp of her bra.

"I'm dressed, why?" I answered, returning my attention to the phone conversation. "But I was about... Well yeah, that would be fun. Sure, I'm unbuttoning my shirt now," I whispered.

Looking up, I saw Janey sliding her palms over her nipples. They were dark and large, just as I had imagined as I stroked my cock over the years. She moved her hands down and cupped both small breasts, holding them up as if offering them to me. I pulled off my shirt and said into the phone, "My shirt's off now, I'm rubbing my nipples." I pinched the phone between my shoulder and chin and ran my fingers over my nipples, feeling the tiny nubs harden at the touch.

My wife described her hands toying with her breasts as I watched Janey stand up and remove her shoes, dress, hose and panties. Standing in front of me, she moved her hands back to her breasts. "Lower, move your hands lower," I said loudly, as I unfastened my pants watching Janey move her hands slowly down her stomach and though the dark triangle of hair. My wife described her hands moving down her sides, over her hips and through the tight tangle of light hair.

Removing the rest of my clothes, I heard my wife's breath quicken, as she whispered how it felt for her fingers to move over her clit, gently teasing it. Janey sat on the bed, spread her legs and watched me as I stroked myself and watched her fingers dip into her cunt and then slide wetly up to her clit.

Feeling the pleasure surging through me, I paused, not wanting to come too soon and spoil this incredible threesome. Janey began rocking some on the bed as her hands moved faster, more urgently over her clit. On the phone, I could hear my wife moaning now, loosing track of her narrative description, now and again. I heard her whisper, "I want you in my pussy now," and I imagined my cock sinking into her, into Janey... no into... who?

My wife whispered, "I'm coming," so I began stroking fast and hard, letting the sensation pulse through me. Janey arched her back as she came, her moans thankfully muffled by my own. I felt my balls tighten and I watched my cum shoot from my cock in a graceful arc onto my stomach.

Janey fell onto her side on the bed, breathing hard and reaching out to touch my knee. I heard my wife sigh and ask, "Did you come?"

"Yes."

"I could tell, was it good?"

"Oh yes, incredible," I answered honestly, smiling at Janey.

"Well, I'll call you later, before going to bed," my wife said, "Besides, you probably have some cleaning up to do."

"Yes, a bit," I answered, "I love you."

I hung up the phone and looked at Janey as she sat back up.

"Wow, that was strange," she said. "Intensely sexy and yet..." she paused.

"Yet what?" I asked.

"Well, we had an incredibly erotic interlude but we didn't..."

"No we didn't."

"Well, we did, but we didn't. I mean we..."

"But no we didn't, I mean, I had phone sex with my wife, you just happened to watch."

"Watch as I performed for you."

"Damn that was sexy, it was odd. I mean my wife's voice and you... the guilt, god, the guilt and yet, damn it turned me on."

"And knowing you were talking to her, I came so fast."

"So did I," I replied.

"Yes, you came magnificently," she said, nodding as the rivulets of cum running down my stomach. "I'll get you a washcloth."

She tossed me a small towel and then tilted her head as if deep in thought. "You know, we don't go home until the day after tomorrow. Why not try this again tomorrow night."

"Okay, same time, same place."

"No, tomorrow night, let's go to my room and let me call my husband. I'm sure he'd love to play a bit with me on the phone, and I'll have the fun of watching you as he talks to me."

"Damn, that was a turn on, talking to my wife as I watched you."

"And technically, we didn't really do anything."

"Technically yes, but wow, it was certainly something."

"Yes, it was something. Here, help me with my bra."

Without touching the breasts I had fantasized about so much, I carefully fastened the clasp and then sat on the bed to watch her finish dressing. When she finished, she took a final sip of her wine and whispered, "Well, I'll see you in the morning."

"And again tomorrow night."

She held her nearly empty glass up and said, "Well, here's to tomorrow night..."

I held up my glass and finished, "...and to your phone call home."

"...and to my phone call home," she said, gulping the last of her wine. She then placed the glass down, walked to the door, smiled longingly as she whispered, "Good night," and slipped out through the door.

A Three Sum Ch. 02



Janey held her nearly empty glass up and said, "Well, here's to tomorrow night..."

I held up my glass and finished, "...and to your phone call home."

"...and to my phone call home," she said, gulping the last of her wine. She then placed the glass down, walked to the door, smiled longingly as she whispered, "Good night," and slipped out through the door.

I sat back on the bed, a bit overwhelmed. It had been a strange, but incredible evening as I played out some fantasies with Janey without actually crossing the line. The fact I did it while on the phone with my wife seemed to bring my wife into it, almost making her a willing participant. In effect, I had just experienced a fantastic, erotic evening with Janey without technically crossing the line into adultery. I drifted off to sleep that evening thinking of turning the tables with Janey.

Janey and I worked our way through a number of meetings, throughout the day, without any indication of the connection we made the evening before and I began to wonder if she was affected at all. I mean, several times I had to work to conceal my erection after my mind wandered to a vision of her masturbating.

Finally, when we broke for lunch she came to me and confessed, "God, I've been so turned on all day thinking about last night."

"Damn, I wondered if it was just me or not. I've had to hide my hard-on a number of times."

"I know."

"You know?" I asked incredulously.

"I don't know if anyone else noticed, but I certainly spotted it."

"Oh damn."

"No – no, seeing that bulge turned me on even more," she said as her foot rubbed against my leg. "I'd see your bulge and remember you stroking it last night. And when you came, you shot so far."

"Yeah, I was inspired. You know if we had time now..."

"I was thinking the same thing, but we have that meeting, besides, my husband wouldn't be home yet."

"We better just finish lunch and then try to stay focused the rest of the day, it's certainly going to be hard."

"Well, I like hard," she whispered, smiling conspiratorially.

I spent much of the afternoon hard, as I stumbled through the meetings, trying my best to stay focused. Janey seemed to do better than I did, but I did catch her drifting off now and again. We drudged our way through and finally, at a little after five pm, we headed back to the hotel.

"Well, do we eat first or should we head back to the rooms."

"My husband won't be home yet, why don't we go get cleaned up and then go eat."

"Hey, kind of like a date," I replied.

"Except when we go back to my room together, it's to call my husband."

"And have sex," I whispered.

"Yes, and that," she replied, winking to me as we walked though the hotel lobby.

We entered the elevator and watched the doors close. During the slow ride up to our floors I grabbed her hand and pulled her firmly so we stood facing each other, her breasts pressing against my chest. I stared into her eyes and said, "For the longest time I've wanted you, fantasized about you and we finally... we finally..."

She held a finger to my lips and whispered, "I feel the same way. We can finally indulge our fantasies, but still not do anything really wrong."

"Yes, I mean I love my wife, but god how I've wanted you."

"I know, I know, so many times I've wanted to touch you. Now, well, we don't touch, but we can watch."

"Look, why don't we go to our rooms, take a shower and then meet in your room for room service. Then you can call your husband."

A bell rang and the door opened. I immediately released Janey's hand and stepped back, relieved no one was waiting to get on the elevator. Janey leaned over, gave me a kiss on the cheek and headed out of the elevator. She waved as the doors closed, saying, "Call me in thirty minutes."

I rode up to my floor and headed to my room, thinking of Janey and how she looked when she came. Once in my room, I quickly showered, put on a pair of shorts and a shirt and then called home. The answering machine answered and I said, "Hi honey, I'm getting ready to go out for dinner. I'll call you when I get in, love you." I hung up the phone, waited for a few minutes and then called up to Janey.

"Hello."

"You ready?" I asked.

"Come on up."

I hurried though my door and practically ran to the elevator. After a short wait, the door opened and I stepped inside, hoping my erection wasn't too obvious to the couple riding down. I pressed Janey's floor, nodding to my fellow passengers. When the door opened on her floor, I limped out of the elevator and up to her door. I knocked and she quickly opened it, stepping into to bathroom as I stepped into her room.

"I'll go call him now," she said, sliding past me, her dark, wet hair cascading over her naked shoulders. I pulled off my shirt as I watched her tight ass gyrate as she headed to the bed and picked up the phone. By the time she finished dialing I was naked and seated on the bed across from her, my cock standing hard and tall.

"Hey baby," she said to her husband, "you want to play. Well, hurry up, I'm wet and ready for you." She stared at my cock as she ran an hand over her nipple. "Yeah, get naked baby. Me? Ah, I'm touching my nipple, it's hard for you." She stared at me as she spoke the words and I knew everything she said was for me.

Silently I began stroking my cock, dreaming of running my tongue over Janey's beautiful body. She continued talking, almost as if reading my mind, "Oh yes, run your tongue over me. God it feels good."

Her hand moved down between her legs and she said, "I'm touching my clit now, wishing it were your tongue, wishing your tongue was touching me, slipping inside me and tasting me.

"Yeah baby, lick my clit, yeah just like that baby," she moaned as I began stroking harder. I moved off the bed and kneeled down between her legs, closer to her, so close I could breathe her scent and feel her heat.

She looked down and me, her eyes pleading as she said forcefully, "Come on baby, taste me, eat my pussy, please, please do it now." Her fingers moved in circles over her clit as I moved closer, rubbing my face on her thigh.

Instead of pulling away, she moved her lower leg around me and pulled me closer. "Yes baby, eat me, please eat me," she said into the phone while staring at me.

Unable to resist any longer, I dove in, pushing my tongue deep into her cunt, tasting her tangy juices, feeling the delicate folds open to me. Her hand moved from her clit and grabbed my head, pulling me tighter to her.

"Oh yes baby, yes… do my clit, yes, yes," she cried, moving her hips and grinding onto my face. "Oh baby I'm coming, I'm coming… yes." My tongue darted over her clit and then back down to her opening, moving quickly as she pumped herself onto my face.

In a few moments she slowed down and I pulled my head away, my face coated in her cum. I rested my head on her thigh as she continued talking into the phone, "Yes baby, you were good, so good. I could feel your tongue on me, in me.

"You came? Good, you didn't get any on the bedspread did you? Well, quick, go clean it up, I don't want a stain. Okay, okay… look you go get cleaned up, I'm gonna get dressed and go eat. Okay bye, I love you."

She hung up the phone and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me up to a standing position. Kneeling in front of me, she took my cock into her mouth as she grabbed my shaft and began stroking hard. Her lips and tongue sucked me in and then move over me in wet, slurpy circles. I pushed my hips forward and leaned my head back, savoring the intense pleasure that washed over me.

Looking down, I watched her mouth work greedily over my cock and in moments I felt my balls tighten and my body begin to pulse. I sprayed my cum into her mouth in spurt after spurt, as she gulped and swallowed. She stopped the suction on the head, but continued stroking my shaft slowly, pumping every drop of come from my softening cock.

When she finally moved her mouth from me, I collapsed onto the bed. "That was incredible," I said, "I've never felt anything like that before."

"I've been told I was good," she said. "My hus…" she stopped, sitting on the floor and shaking her head. "Oh damn, what have we done?"

Sitting up I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Damn, I'm sorry, I got so carried away."

"I did too, damn, I thought we had it all worked out. We weren't supposed to..."

"Wait, wait. We really didn't..."

"Oral sex, I mean can you get any more intimate. We exchanged fluids and everything."

"Exchanged fluids? We're both clean and… and we haven't done this before." I stared at her, "We haven't done this before have we?"

"No, no, it's okay that way, but still..."

"But still what? Look, we got carried away, we didn't do it all. We just helped each other out, that's all. We didn't go all the way, we weren't unfaithful," I said, trying to convince myself as much as her.

"But..."

"But nothing, nothing happened. We had dinner and that's it, nothing more."

"But it was more, so much more."

"It was incredible, but, we didn't do it, we didn't make love, so it's all okay."

"Do you really believe that?"

"Of course I do," I lied, "and you do too. We had dinner, that's all. Look, I'll go back to my room, we'll both order room service, call our spouses when we finish eating, tell them we love them and then see each other in the morning. Nothing's changed," I finished, lying again.

"Can we do this?"

"We have to."

"What about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow we get up, have breakfast together, go to our meetings and then head back here."

"Here?" she said, hitting her hand on the bed.

"Here… the hotel. If you want, we can have dinner together, and then it's you back to your room and me back to mine."

"Can we do that?"

"Of course we can, we're both adults, we both understand what's at stake here. This was just a moment, granted an incredible moment, but just a moment. We now go back where we were before."

"But what if we..."

"Look, we have self-control, we know what is right. We got caught up in each other and made a mistake, just a small mistake, a beautiful, but small mistake."

"So we just say goodnight?" she asked.

"We say goodnight, just like last night."

"But..."

"Just like last night, and I will see you in the morning. Okay?"

"Okay, I will see you in the morning."

I stood up and began pulling on my clothes. She did the same, averting her gaze as she did. When I finished dressing I whispered, "I guess I will go now."

"Yes," she said stepping closer to me.

I reached a hand up and touched her cheek, "Goodnight."

She smiled and replied, "Goodnight."

Opening the door, I looked back at her, her long, dark hair still wet cascaded onto her shoulders. I then did the hardest thing I have ever done before; I slowly closed the door and walked to the elevator.