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Hot wife or Cuckold?Hot wife or cuckold?By Chris Christopher, All rights reserved.My company had put me in charge of a major construction project in Huntsville. At the time we didn’t have a presence in the state of Alabama and I wondered why we had bid on this job in the first place. Nevertheless, I did what I was told to do. I grabbed a couple of good foreman and we headed out for Alabama. My wife was not enthusiastic about the idea of me leaving her all alone. Our k**s were spending the summer with her parents touring Europe. She felt abandoned.After a week spent interviewing temporary workers, I was getting pretty tired of the long days and short nights and hotel food and doing without. I needed a change. On the fifth night away from home I started what I thought would be a great plan. I called my wife and I quickly moved the conversation on to sex. That night and for most the remaining nights I was out of town, we spent a couple of hours talking dirty to each other as we masturbated over the phone lines. The best part was the nastier I got, the dirtier she got.I was surprised how quickly my normally quiet, reserved wife picked up on phone sex. She was getting more vocal each night. After the first week she sounded like a different woman. She was using words I had never heard from her in all our years of marriage. After the second week, she was full on street slut filthy. In short, she was acting more like a wanton wench than the shy, retiring wife I had left alone at home a few weeks earlier.I was very happy with the changes. It seemed she was enjoying herself too.It was a Thursday of our third week apart my wife announced we would not be able to have our nightly sex call the next evening. I asked her what was happening. She said the wife of one of the guys I had brought along for the project had called her. After talking for a while, they decided they were tired of being alone and wanted to going out dancing. There’s a hotel where we live with a very classy bar and dance floor, they planned to visit there on Friday night. My wife knows this place well. She loves to go there with me, even though I hate dancing. She always seems to find plenty of lonely travelers willing to dance. She drinks dances and flirts, knowing she will never see these guys again. It usually works out very well for me when we get back home.Perhaps a night out with a girlfriend would relieve some of Nancy’s boredom and loneliness after being home alone for so long. She asked if I was OK with her spending Friday night out with her friend. Notice she didn’t ask if she could go, she just asked if it would be OK if she had a ladies night out. It was a simple notification not a request.I told her I would be fine with it but I asked if she would call me every hour, or so, to let me know they’re safe and having a good time. “Besides,” I told her, “by calling me it’ll be like I’m right there enjoying the evening with you.” She agreed to call.Friday night I got the first call. “Well, I’m ready to go, but I’m already tired of waiting for Loretta to arrive.”“She’s probably just having trouble finding our house,” I suggested. “I know it’s no fun to being excited to go somewhere and then having to sit around all dressed up with nothing to do.” I had already decided I wanted to know as many details as possible: “What are you wearing tonight?”“I bought a little sleeveless black crepe dress today. It has the cutest high necked collar with two little pearl buttons holding everything together. When I button just the collar the dress hangs down from my neck like a long, pleated black toga robe. One piece hangs down the front and one piece hangs down at the back. The belt is wide and shiny and holds the two sections together. The hem is a few inches above my knees; well, maybe its mid-thigh or a few inches higher up. Anyway, it goes perfectly with those black nylons you bought me, the ones with the flesh colored stripes up the sides.”I told her, “I love looking at your legs in those panty hose.”“You would really like them tonight. Those stripes lead right up to the side openings on my new dress.”“It sounds very sexy! So the sides of your dress are open?”“It can be or I can pull the front and back pieces together under the belt.”“That sounds really sexy. You could open or close the sides depending on your mood. Are you going to wear your high spiked heels tonight? I love these heels; they make your legs look so good.”“No, I can’t dance in those shoes, silly. I bought a pair of black shoes, with sensible heels and open toes. They’re shiny and they match my belt. They have little straps with white buttons that fasten around my legs just above my ankles. They’re so cute. Tonight I’ll only have four buttons holding my entire outfit together.”By the time she finished describing her ensemble, my dick was definitely waking up to the thought of her wearing this short, revealing sexy black dress out on the town. I slipped my dick out of my pants and into my hand. “Mmm, nice,” I mumbled, “you’re going to be spending a lot of time on the dance floor tonight! You didn’t mention a bra or panties are you going commando?”“Yes, I hope I get to dance a lot, that’s the whole point! And no, I’m not going commando! My panty hose are crotchless, remember? It’s why you brought them for me. I’m wearing a thong with them. It’s the little black one you like so much. I’m wearing it tonight just for your pleasure.” Then she giggled a little bit. “I just heard a car pull into the driveway; I’ll call you a few more times tonight, bye, bye sweetie.”As the phone went dead I realized my breathing was a little faster than normal. I continued stroking my semi-hard cock wondering what adventures my wife might find tonight. In my mind I could see her dressed only in a black thong with those black and flesh colored panty hose and black heels. I cheated a little by putting her in six inch high, fuck-me heels rather than some comfortable dancing shoes. Nancy is 5’1 tall and was between ninety and ninety five pounds at the time. From her ankles to her knees to her thighs and hips, those black panty hose would bring out the soft flowing curves of her trim seductive flesh. Mentally I gazed at her. I saw her beautifully shaped legs leading up to the gap in the material of her crotchless panty hose. There her untanned bikini line seemed like a glow around her black thong.She’s very petite with narrow hips even after having several babies (born via C-section). Underneath her black thong, her little married pussy is almost as tight today as the day we were married.While still thinking about her outfit, I realized she had said nothing about wearing a bra. Going braless would be unusual for my wife. Apparently her new dress must hang down from her neck, wrap around her breasts and dropped to her waist, leaving a lot of skin on display making it impossible for her to wear a bra. The open sides should reveal the bikini lines on the untanned sides of her boobs. Those succulently sweet 34B breasts would be jiggling around, putting on a cute titty show for anyone watching.Yep, with that thought my dick was now standing proud like a solitary telephone pole in the middle of a lonely and desolate desert. When would she call me again? What should I ask her? Should I tell her I’m masturbating to a mental image of her in the new dress? Should I confess I’m hoping her night out turns into a series of passionate encounters providing entertainment for both of us? Over the last few years we had become sexually adventurous with other people. When we played with other couples it was usually in the same room, so we could watch each other in action. We always began the night together and ended the night together. This would be different.Only a few minutes had passed when my phone rang again. It was Steve, Loretta’s husband. He said his wife had left him a cryptic message, something about not being home and she would call him tomorrow. He wondered if Nancy had mentioned anything about getting together with his wife. Although I knew our wives had just left for a night on the town I decided to say nothing about their plans. Maybe his wife was keeping it a secret from him. I told him part of the truth: Nancy was supposed to call me later in the evening. Did he want me to ask her about his wife? He said no, it’s OK. He would be patient and wait for her to call him.I hate to admit it, but thinking of his wife sneaking out with my wife to go dancing with strangers was a little exciting to me. I pondered the chances both of our wives were keeping us somewhat in the dark about their real plans for the evening. The thought caused my dick to twitch even more. At first I imagined the girls flirting and teasing lots of strangers. Then the vision changed. Our wives were ignoring everyone in the bar as they danced together. Men were looking on with lust in their eyes. Nancy does not like the idea of being with another women (I’ve begged her often enough!) still that image was lingering in my mind.Then I started thinking, maybe Steve knew all about our wives plans. Maybe he wanted to get together for drinks while our wives went out together? Maybe I missed out on having a little company for the night? Oh well, I didn’t want to take a chance on missing any of Nancy’s promised phone calls.My phone rang again. It was Nancy with a quick update. “We’re going to the Deuces before we go dancing because Loretta wants to see what those horny single guys think of our outfits.” Boing! My cock was waking up again. “I’m sure you’ll be the center of attention at the Deuces. What is Loretta wearing tonight?”“Not much and I mean, NOT much!” She laughed.“Tonight you have to give me details. Please, Honey, tell me what she’s wearing.”“She’s wearing light coffee colored nylons, high heels, a short, dark orange mini skirt and a slightly lighter orange blouse. And nothing else!”Loretta’s a full half foot taller than Nancy. With the two of them wearing short skirts there would be enough leg on display to attract attention in the darkest bar. And the bar we called the Deuces (it was actually named The Triple Deuces Club) was a pretty dark place. “I have to go. I’ll call you when we leave here.”“Before you go, does Steve know you and Loretta are going out together tonight?”“I have no idea. Loretta never talks about him. I’ve got to hurry. Bye, Bye.”Let me tell you a little about The Triple Deuces Club. It was somewhat of a holdover from the old west days. The place was long and very narrow. The actual bar ran half the length of the building along the south side. The Deuces was basically one long room with restrooms at the rear. There were a few tall tables toward the back after at the end of the bar. It was mostly a standing room only joint. Young professionals and college aged guys and hot singles kuşadası escort looking for love kept the place in business. Close quarters, great prices and the pretty ladies insured the place would be packed on the weekends. Friday and Saturday it was crammed to the point where everyone is in contact with everyone else.Nancy liked going to the Deuces when she was really horny. Once inside the place, you never knew for sure if you were touched on purpose or by accident. Like I said, Nancy liked the Deuces. I was never sure it she liked getting groped or doing the groping. It’s too bad they tore down all those old buildings a few years ago.If our wives were going to the Deuces, I figured Nancy must be horny. My cock was semi-stiff because it also thought she might be on the make tonight. I tried to envision what it was going to be like for two pretty, married women going to the Deuces stag. I could see them being hit on, fondled and almost m*****ed by dozens of strangers as they pushed their way through the crowd sipping their drinks. I wondered, as I stroked my dick, is she drinking wine, whiskey or beer tonight? If it’s wine she’s bored. If it’s hard liquor she wants to get plastered. If it’s beer, she wants a light buzz followed by a long night of pure sex. In my mind, Loretta ordered some red wine and Nancy ordered a cold beer. Waiting for her next call, I opened my laptop and was paging through my collection of personal porn. There were only a couple non-nude photos of Loretta. They were enough to remind me of how much she towers over Nancy. When you see Loretta for the first time, you’re instantly drawn to her auburn hair followed by her full curves until your eyes settle on her big boobs. I tried to think what those tits would look like displayed under a thin orange top. Scrolling through my galleries, I stroked and waited for Nancy’s next call. It was close to midnight when my phone rang again. I quickly did the math and knew it was only nine PM where my wife was calling from.“Hi honey.” It was Nancy but it was hard to hear her as the background music was really loud. “We’re at the dance club at the Hilton. There are a lot of guys here tonight. I’ve already danced with five or six young studs.” She put a little extra emphasis on the word ‘studs.’“They must like the black dress you’re wearing.”“Yes, I think they do. I’ve danced every dance since we arrived and Loretta has been just as busy.”“Are the guys being gentlemen?”“Well, we didn’t find any gentlemen at the Deuces, for sure! They must be drinking somewhere else tonight. I haven’t found any gentlemen here to dance with and Loretta’s not looking for any,” she laughed. “What is Loretta looking for tonight,” I asked her.“You promise not to tell Steve?”“Her secret will be safe with me.”“She didn’t exactly tell him where we were going tonight. She told me she needs to be fucked by a big hard dick. I think she wants to share a bed with me and a couple of guys. She wants us to have sex side by side. She says that would be really exciting.” Nancy paused, and then continued, “You know I’m not going to get in bed with Loretta, right?”“Yes, I know, but if you stay together, well there is always safety in numbers, right? I think it would be really hot to see you and Loretta in bed together.”“Don’t let this ruin our evening, but it’s not going to happen tonight.”She paused as if she was waiting for me to argue with her, but I knew better.Changing the subject she continued, “I think this dress might have been a mistake.”“What’s wrong with your dress?”“When the guys put their arms around me to dance, some of them slip their naughty little hands through the sides under my dress.”My cock twitched at the thought. I wanted her to say exactly what was happening out on the dance floor. “What do you mean by naughty hands?”“Well, they wrap their arms around my waist and hold me close and tight against their bodies. When I put my arms up around their neck to dance, they’ll slip one of their hands inside my dress and rub my tits. One guy got his hand in so far he could pinch my nipples.”Damn, my cock was hard now. This was going to be the best telephone sex night of the trip! Precum was forming on the tip of my cock as I stroked it. She continued: “It felt so good to have a man holding my boobs again. I buried my face into one guy’s chest kissing it and trying to find his nipples. I wanted to bite him and tease his hard nipples while he played with mine. He was way taller than me but I never did find his nipples. Maybe I should have looked down to find something bigger to play with.”“What are you drinking tonight?”“I ordered some more beer when we got here, but there are so many guys in here who want to dance, my beer is just sitting on the table getting warm. Why did you want to know?”“I was just curious. Sorry to hear about your beer getting warm, you might have to just chugalug between dances.”“The music is starting again and there are some really cute guys who want to dance. One’s about my height for a change. If he gets hard like some of the guys are doing tonight, I’ll be able to feel him in the right place, not under my boobs!”“So,” I said, “there are a lot of hard dicks there tonight. Do you know my cock is hard right now?”“Yes, I hope it’s hard. But I want you to be a good boy and not cum until I tell you to, OK?”“If you promise you’ll tell me all the dirty details I’ll wait all night for you.”“OK it’s a deal! Now I have to go dance with these new studs. They lined up like Tom, Dick and Harry. I’m sure they’ll be trying their best to impress me.”“Are you going to pick Dick,” I laughed.“Maybe, Tom is the short one and Harry is cute but he’s older and looks like he might be pregnant!”No goodbyes; the line just went dead. But my dick stayed fully alive. I closed my eyes and imagined my wife dancing with all of those strangers. Teasing cocks and trying to play with some guy’s nipples. She’s a good wife. I could almost see her dancing, tightly entwined with her partners as the music played.It was about eleven PM her time when my phone woke me up. I heard Nancy speaking over the background music. “Is my baby still hard for me?”“You know it honey! I’m just laying here waiting to hear what you’re doing.”Then she asked, “But is my favorite cock all hard and missing my wet pussy?”Here was my wife talking dirty out in public for the very first time. I knew she must be really turned on if she was being this bold. I started thinking about all those late night phone sex calls; her training was paying dividends already. “My dick’s waking up again, just hearing your voice.”“Well, you keep him awake for me all night. Do you want to know what I’m doing right now?”“Yes, please tell me what is happening, I want to hear everything.”“Remember the short fellow I was going to dance with? Well, I’ve spent most of the time with him. He’s cute and funny and he’s a great dancer for such a young guy. I really like being with him.”I chuckled, “A funny, cute, young guy who is a good dancer. Is that all you see in him?”“Well, he’s also a really, really good kisser.” My cock twitched as new images flooded into my sex addled brain. “You kissed him?”“We’ve been making out during all of the slow dances. It’s so fun to have a guy who is just the right height; I can kiss him without getting a kink in my neck. He loves it when I suck on his tongue.”Boing! My dick twitched again. My breathing must have gotten a little deeper or a little louder as I stroked my turgid member.She continued: “Mmm, it sounds like my baby likes to hear about me sucking on Frank’s tongue.” Her voice got a little sexier and she spoke a little slower, “His tongue is so wet. I love the feel of it in my mouth. I love wrapping my lips around it and sucking on it.” My breathing must have gotten a little louder again. “Oh yes baby, yes, stroke your hard cock for me. Do you want to know what else I discovered out on the dance floor?”I mumbled some very heart felt words to her (or was it just my dick talking?). “Yes, what did you find?”“I found his cock pressed between my legs. You’re not going to believe this, but his cock feels really big and I’m having a lot of fun feeling his big cock pushing up against my pussy. When we dance he has one leg between my legs so he can push his cock into my crotch.”I mumbled again, but I think she understood me.“My baby likes that too? You like knowing he’s rubbing his cock on me and I’m rubbing my pussy against his hard cock?”“Yes, I love the thought of you rubbing your pussy on his big cock. Have you had it in your hands?” I paused for a moment waiting for an answer but she said nothing. “Is he there with you, listening to you talk to me?”“No, he went to get me another cold beer. He’s just about back to our table. Do you want him to hear me talking dirty to you?”“It’s up to you,” I said, “but yes, I think I would like it a lot. So how big do you think his cock is?”“He’s just sitting down.” The sound of her voice faded a little as I heard her say to him, “My husband wants to know how big your cock is.” Fuck, my dick was hard before but now it was a rigid shaft of steel! I strained to hear his answer. Faintly in the background I heard a man laughing and I thought I heard him say something like, ‘Is that all you think about?’My wife was back on the phone laughing, “He wants to keep it a secret, for now.” Then she continued in her innocent little girl voice, the one men love so much: “I just don’t know how far I’ll have to go to find an answer for you.” After a moment of silence, “Do you really want to know how big his cock is?”“Oh yes, I really want you to find out! And I want to hear all the details about how you find out how big he is, OK?”“OK, all the details and I won’t leave anything out. Are you sure you want to hear everything?”“Yes honey, I want to hear everything!”I heard her speaking to him, “Slide over here next to me, I want a kiss.” Except for the dance music I heard nothing for what seemed like a couple of minutes. Then she asked, “Are you still on here?”“Yes, I am,” I answered.“Are you stroking your big hard cock for me?”“Yes, I am.”“We’ve been making out again. Did you hear us?”“Nope,” I said, “just the crowd and the music.”“Sorry, I guess I didn’t hold the phone close enough. I’ll do better next time. We French kissed for you. We’ve been kissing a lot tonight. He seems to like exploring my mouth with his wet tongue while were dancing. Just now he had his tongue in my mouth. I used my fingers, under the table, to stroke and traced the outline of his long hard cock. He’s still playing with my tits inside my dress.”“Mmmm,” was my only reply.“He might have one of the longest cocks I’ve ever felt. Do you really want me to get it out of his pants and see how big it is?”“Yes, you need to have it in your hands so you can kuşadası escort bayan tell me what you think of it! Wow, would you really pull his cock out right there at your table? Do you think your pussy can handle a big cock tonight?”“Tonight, yes, I might try again, maybe. We’ll see how things go. I really like Frankie. I think I want to be really naughty with him.” There was a short pause, then her innocent little girl’s voice, “Do you want to play with my wet pussy tonight?”I quickly answered, “Why hell yes I wish I could play with your pussy tonight!”“Oops, sorry darling, I was asking Frankie, not you.”I think I let out a little moan as I stroked my cock. I wanted to hear more but at the same time I didn’t want to hear more. “Is Loretta there with you two?”“She left with a couple of guys a little while ago. She wanted me to go with them but I wanted to stay here with Frankie. I think she’s going to be very naughty tonight.”“If she’s gone off and left you, how will you get home?”“Loretta gave me their room number, so I just have to knock on the door. If I’m really naughty tonight will it make you as happy as it will make me?” Before I could answer she added, “Frankie, do you want me to be naughty tonight,” she giggled as she asked him. I didn’t hear his answer, but I didn’t really have to hear it, did I? “Honey, I know it’s hard for you being so far from home and all, but I think Frankie needs me tonight. Do you want me to go to his room with him? I promise to be naughty, really naughty. Or should I go to Loretta’s room? If I stay with Frankie, I’ll tell you everything, every wicked little detail. He’s staying in a big suite. He has a six AM flight. Until then, I want to be naughty with him in his suite.”My eyes were pinched tightly shut. I could see her little wet pussy. I could feel the soft, slick pedals of her inner pussy lips. I could see her tiny fingers gently parting those wet lips. I could see the glistening wet, pink colored flesh leading into her luscious little cunt. Then I saw the purple tip of strange cock pressing against those soft, sweet lips, rubbing up and down her slit. Then her fingers were guiding it into her little married love box. My hand was moving rapidly up and down as I stroked my cock.“Are you still there? You didn’t answer about me spending the night with Loretta, so I’m going to spend the night with Frankie. I want to make both of you happy before he has to leave.”“How thick is his cock.”“Just a second.” There was another long pause. “I’ll call you from his room.” And the phone went dead. There was dead air and the sloppy sounds of my hand working my cock.Five minutes passed. Then ten minutes. It was an agonizing thirty minutes before my phone rang again. “We’re in his room. I’m lying on his bed. I’m being a naughty little girl for you. I’m almost naked. Are you sure this is what you want me to do?”“Yes darling, I want you to be naked and as naughty as you want for tonight. Did you strip in front of him?” What else was I supposed to ask?“Oh, sorry honey but I’m not completely naked. I still have on my little black thong. He took off all of my other clothes, one piece at a time. First he removed my new shoes. I was standing there in front of him barefoot. Then he had me turn around really slowly. Guess what he wanted to remove next?”“Your dress,” I asked?“He only wanted to remove the belt. Then he had me turn around again. I’m afraid my dress didn’t hide very much. I tried to hold the sides together, but I think I spun around too fast. When I stopped twirling I was a little dizzy as I stood facing him. He was smiling. I smiled back at him. I asked him what he wanted me to take off next. What would you want next?”I swallowed hard as I repeated myself, “your dress?”“He said he wanted to see me wearing the black dress, but not the black panty hose. He didn’t want me to remove them; he said he wanted the privilege of taking them off my pretty little legs. He likes my legs nude. Frankie, are you a leg man? He just nodded yes.” I continued stroking as I listened to how this stranger had undressed my wife. “He knelt at my feet, encircling my body with his arms. He held me close. His face nuzzled up against my belly. His hands were under my black dress exploring the cheeks of my bum. Slowly he began caressing the sides of my legs; my ass felt a little chill as his hot hands slid off of it and down my legs. Frankie doesn’t call it my ass; he calls it my little girlie bottom. “Once he reached my feet, his hands began tracing the inner sides of my legs until they reached the very tops of my thighs. From there his hands moved past my pussy to capture the top band of my panty hose. Slowly he pulled them down to the floor. His naughty hands roamed unm*****ed over every inch of my naked legs. His face ended up nuzzled against my pussy mound.” “I stepped out of my panty hose. He stood up in front of me holding them up to his face. Then he asked me a strange question. He wants to keep my panty hose to remember me by. Honey, should we let him keep my old, crotchless panty hose that you bought for me?”I should have said no, but I heard myself saying, “If you want him to have them, let him have them. I’ll take you shopping and buy you a dozen more to give away.”“I knew you would say that. You’re so sweet. He already put them in his luggage next to his underwear.”A voice, not too far away said, “Thanks dude.”“He hugged me and we kissed. His hands were exploring my body under my dress. Then my dress fell to the floor as he undid those two little white pearl shaped buttons. My nipples were so hard. My face was flushed with the excitement of him seeing my naked breasts for the first time. You would have been so proud of me. I let him lick them. He knelt in front of me with his hands on fanny as he sucked them.”“I love the way he nursed on my breasts as his big blue eyes looked up at me. He seems to likes my little titties. He likes to nibble on them just like you do, sweetie.” She paused for a long time; I wasn’t sure what was happening, “Frankie, stop that or we’ll never get to the next part.” After another pause followed by a Nancy’s little girl giggle. “He keeps trying to suck both of my nipples at the same time. He’s so cute.”“Where was I, oh yes, he picked me up and cradled me in his strong arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we kissed some more. Then he carried me to the bed and laid me down here. I wanted to call you before anything else happened. I’ve kind of been nursing my sweet little college boy while we’ve been talking. I’m so glad that you let the phone ring a few times before you answered.”My eyes were still closed but I had seen each detail as she described it. Now I could see her tanned body, the tiny black thong, and her petite, golden brown legs spread eagled on those cold, stiffly starched hotel room sheets. I could see her hard nipples. The puckered, pinkish brown areolas surrounded by the pale white flesh of her breasts. As she lay there I imagined his hands, each holding one of her beautiful breasts. Pulling and pushing them together with his pink tongue licking one nipple, then the other.“My little black thong is the only thing protecting my naughty pussy from his fingers. He’s rubbing pussy through my thong. My pussy is getting my thong all wet. She wants him. She wants him bad.” Her soft voice continued, “His hand just left my pussy all alone. He’s standing at the bottom of the bed now, taking off his clothes. Oh, we like this, don’t we honey?”Another long quiet pause, “Oh, by the way, he likes hearing me talking to you. I told him all about our nasty nightly calls.”She continued her play by play: “He’s stripped down to his socks and shorts. Both are dark blue.” I listened intently to her sweet sexy voice. “His tan is so dark. Muscles are hard. He’s so young. Mmm, we like him, don’t we?”I didn’t think I needed to answer.“His shorts are a little too small and I can see the head of his cock poking out of the waist band. Oh, his dick looks so sexy just peeking out at me. His big cock head is shiny and wet and glistening and, and it’s getting huge. It’s like a beautiful purple mushroom growing out of his blue underwear.” She spoke to him, “No, no, don’t hide it. Take them off. I need to see it wanting me.” Then she spoke into the phone, “We don’t want him to hide his sexy wet cock, do we darling?”“He’s slipping my thong off now. I’m so wet and it’s so wet. My heart is beating so fast. My thong is leaving a trail of pussy juice down my legs. I hope he likes my pussy juice!”By now I’m stroking faster and faster as I listen to the words of my beautiful, sexually seductive and willing wife. “Frankie is smelling my thong and he’s smiling. He just kissed the crotch. He’s still smiling! I think he’s going to like eating my pussy.”I love the taste of her pussy. Even thousands of miles away I could still taste it.“He’s wiping the wetness from the end of his beautiful cock into the wetness on my thong. Our juices all mingling together in the crotch of my thong; oh, it’s so sexy watching him. He just tossed my thong into his suit case! What am I going to wear when I go home?” I don’t know if she was asking me or him, but from the sound of her mischievous laughter I don’t think she really cared.“Oh, watching him rub my pussy juice on the head of his cock was so sexy. He’s sucking my toes now. Oh, that drives me so crazy! It tickles my feet but it makes my pussy tingle knowing what’s coming next.” “He’s kissing my legs now. He started at my feet and he’s working his way up to my pussy.” There was a long pause where I could only hear her breathing into the phone. “My pussy is so sad. He only gave her a quick little kiss. He’s teasing me. I can feel his tongue licking the very tops of my thighs. His wet tongue is outlining my pussy; he’s even licking my pussy juice off my ass. OH Honey, you never do that for me, OH, I think I like it. I like it a lot.”I contemplated not having been the first to lick pussy juice from her ass hole. I guess somebody has to be first. Oh well, I missed out on that!“He’s oh so close to my pussy. I can feel his tongue all around it. He’s so good at teasing me. My knees are up in the air. My legs are shaking a little. My pussy is totally open to him but he keeps licking around the edges. What should I do?” She paused again. “We want him to eat my pussy, don’t we?” I think I answered “yes”, but I’m not sure I said it out loud. I listened to her breathing and adjusted my stroking to match her breath. The spasmodic cadence of my inhalations and exhalations exactly matched hers. “I’m clamping my legs around his head so I can guide his tongue to my pussy. He can’t get away now. We want his tongue in our pussy, don’t we?”Her breathing changed, sounding less like panting and more like escort kuşadası a gratified whimper. She hadn’t said it, but from her sighs I knew his tongue had finally reached the goal line. It was his tongue in her pussy, but my tongue was moving around my mouth like it was me invading her sweet little snatch. My cock was tall and proud as I stroked it. I could easily visualize her wetness smothered under his eager mouth as her cunt was violated by his enthusiastic tongue.The silence on the phone finally ended, “OH. OH, right there. Oh, you’re so good with your tongue. You are so fucking good! Holy fuck, I love you sucking and nibbling…right there!”My hand was now covered in precum. If I had opened my eyes I would have seen a tall, wet, shaft gloriously covered in wet precum lube. My hand was taking long, careful strokes. I would pressed down against my balls, then up the shaft; my fingers finally reaching the swollen head and slipping around it until my forefinger slid over the tip dragging precum along, spreading it over the swollen head and down my inflexible dick.“Oh Frank, I’m cumming. Frank!” The phone was filled with silence except for Nancy’s rapid breathing. “Your tongue was so good. Please, please,” she was now talking away from the phone, “Now I want to see your cock. Please, I want your big fucking cock!”A hushed silence returned to the phone. My hand remained motionless on my throbbing dick, frozen in mid-stroke. Anticipation filled the air. I waited for what seemed an eternity before I heard her next words.“Oh, Frank, it’s so beautiful. I love it. I want to eat you up. Please, please, don’t tease me. Frankie, I want your dick in my mouth. Mmmmm.”Now it was only muffled slurping sounds. Eventually I heard a man’s voice, “Fuck, honey, you know how to suck a man just right. Oh fuck, your tongue feels so good!” Her incomprehensible words and the sucking noises seemed to go on forever. I switched hands, putting my wet hand under my shaved balls. As I listened to the speaker phone, I rolled my nuts around in one hand as the other slowly, rhythmically massaged my cock in unison to the sounds my wife’s lips were making while wrapped around this strangers hard dick.The phone was alive again, with his voice: “Oh, shit I’m going to cum! Oh, fuck, fuck, oh, oh, fuck, oh, shit, I’m cumming!” I could hear my wife mumbling or moaning too. “Oh fucking hell, you are so fucking good!”As the moments passed, distant sounds of desire and of lust fulfilled and contented breathing was all I could hear.“Frankie,” Nancy was teasing him with her voice, “do you want to watch me swallow your cum?”I waited for his answer but there was none.“Mmmm, so good, I love your cock. I love everything about it. I love the big fat head; it’s so soft and spongy. Your hard shaft is so perfect, it fits my hands perfectly. Fuck I could suck your sweet cock all night long.” “Oh fuck,” he said, “I would love you to suck on my dick all night.”It was strange to hear my wife making love to some stranger’s dick, but at the same time it was sexy as hell! My hand was still carefully pumping my hard cock.“Before you get soft, let’s see if we can get it inside my cunt.” ‘Cunt’ was one word I’d never heard my wife say before. “Most really big guys can never get inside of me; I’m too small and their too big. But you’re so long and thin. I hope we can get this big beautiful cock head inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me with this big beautiful fucking cock.”The bones in my wife’s pelvis are really close together, leaving a very small opening. She had only been able to get one really big dick inside of her pussy in the twenty years we had been married. Even then it was only half way in and it was painful for her; so she swore no more big dicks. Well, I guess until now!It was Nancy’s voice again: “OK, slowly push. I only want your cock’s beautiful head inside of me.” The phone was quiet and then the silence was broken: “Oh wow! It just popped right in! Oh, fuck it feels so different inside me. Slowly slide more of it in into me…”“Oh fuck! You’re going so deep!”“No more, no more it’s at the end. Did you get it all the way in?”A male voice answered, “Just about, maybe an inch to go.”“Start fucking me really slow, I want too…Oh Fuck it feels so good to have you moving around inside of me! I can feel the head of your big, beautiful cock just sliding back and forth in there. Oh fuck it feels like a baseball is in there rolling around. OH, OH, OH, I love your beautiful cock!”By now I could see every stroke in my mind. I might have imagined it, but I thought I could hear the sloppy wet sounds of his big dick plundering my shy little wife’s tight little honey hole. I could almost see his balls slamming into her ass as he pounded her wet and willing married pussy.“Faster, faster, fuck my pussy harder. I want my husband to hear you fucking his wife’s pussy. Oh, your cock feels so fucking good! Oh, faster! I’m going to cum on your beautiful, sweet, fantastic, glorious fucking cock!”Then I heard different noises. I think she set the phone down on the bed sheets.“Hold me tight. Kiss me. I want your tongue. Mmmm…”Now I was sure I could hear the sounds of their genitals crashing together. Harder and faster and wetter, those sounds were amazing. Then they stopped. Everything was quiet except for her breathing, his breathing and my breathing. Intruding into the silence I heard a new sound. It could only be described as one very distinct popping noise.My wife’s voice broke the stillness. She was almost screaming, “NO, no, put it back in me. Please. Put your dick back in me, now. I need you inside of me.”“But I’m about to cum again.”“It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I want your cock inside of me. Please Frankie, please.”The sloppy, wet rhythmic sounds resumed. They had started fucking again at a furious pace. “Oh darling, I want you to cum in my wicked, naughty married pussy. Fill me full of cum from your long hard cock.”Eventually the noises stopped except for a man grunting. Then it was my sweet little wife again, “Fuck! Push all the way. Oh, I can feel it so good. Push it all the way into me; push it deeper.” She let out a very satisfied sigh, “Hold me tight. Yes, kiss me, kiss me hard.” Total silence followed. “Oh Frankie,” she said, “You’re so fantastic. I love your beautiful cock. Oh, make it stay hard in me. Make it fuck me again and again. Hold me tight. I want your sweat all over me. Tonight I want to smell like your nasty fucking sex toy. I want to feel like I’ve been used like a dirty fucking whore. Kiss me. I want your tongue in my mouth.”The phone went quiet but there was a kind of peacefulness in the background static on the line. Finally I heard my wife’s voice speaking to me: “Honey, are you still there?”I croaked up a simple answer “yes.”“I think I’m going to hang up now. We’ll talk more tomorrow. Frank, do you want to say good bye to my husband?”“Thanks for letting me fuck her little pussy. She has the sexiest pussy I’ve ever put my cock into. It feels so fucking good the way if wraps around my dick.” I heard my wife laugh a little, “Do you like it when I squeeze my pussy tight around your cock, like this?”“Fuck, it feels like your pussy is trying to pull my dick off. Your pussy is so fucking tight.”“Honey,” she giggled, “I think he likes our little pussy. I think I want some more beer, maybe some more dancing before they close. I don’t know what I want. I might just want another taste of Frank’s big beautiful cock. This has to be the second best dick I’ve ever played with.”I knew for me, the night was coming to an end. “Honey, tell me again how his cock felt in your pussy.”“You mean how his dick feels inside me right now?” I heard the teasing tone in her voice. “Wait, you didn’t cum?”“No, not yet,” I replied, “you didn’t tell me to cum.”“Well get to stroking your cock for me. Put the phone close so I can hear it. And I want to hear some moaning when you cum. Frank, let me suck your beautiful cock while my husband jerks off. I want him to cum while you are in my mouth, OK? Honey, did you hear me, it’s time for you to cum.”There was the popping sound again. Then I heard the sloppy sounds of my wife licking his dick. “Suck it hard,” I told her. I heard her do a muffled moan. My mind could see the huge head of his cock in her mouth. “Tell me how it felt to have him inside you,” there were only undecipherable sounds from my wife. I stroked faster. My breathing was very rapid. “Tell me it feels good. Suck him all the way into your mouth honey. I’m getting close.”More mumbled responses from my wife. It sounded something like, “mmm, cummmm fffor mmmmme!” She kept mumbling so many things, things I could almost understand. Then I heard him say, “Fuck, when you talk it’s vibrating on my cock. I think you’re going to make me cum again! I’ve never cum this much in my life!” As I listened to him fucking my wife’s mouth, she continued to moan on to his dick, constantly begging us to cum. I let out a long moan as my cock starting spitting pearly white strings of cum all over my chest. Then I heard my wife’s voice again: “mmmyesmm cummm in my mouthhhh aggggain.” Her voice was a mixture of humming and gagging and singing sounds. It must have felt fantastic to Frank.I continued to listen to them as I stroked my shrinking dick.The next thing I heard was his voice, “Oh fuck my nuts hurt, they’re so empty!” Then I heard my wife giggling, “I think you are empty. You didn’t save very much for this time, did you? Maybe I’ll have to go out and find somebody else who still has some cum left in them to fuck me for the rest of the night? I really wanted your big fucking cock in my little pussy once more before you have to leave! But I think you’re dick is empty.”Then it was Frank’s voice, “Let’s go get a beer and by the time we get back I’ll be ready to fuck your naughty little pussy until I have to leave for the airport.”“Just a second, Frankie, I need to talk to my wonderful husband. Honey, did you enjoy tonight?”“I sure did,” I answered.“Did you cum when I told you to cum?”“Yes, it’s all over my chest.”“I hope there’s a lot there, I like it when my guys have a lot of cum for me.”“You would be very happy if you could see me now. Cum is running down my belly, back toward my dick.”“Mmmm, I can almost see it. Honey, did you really enjoy tonight? I was being a very naughty girl for you. Was I good?”“Yes dear,” I answered, “you were wonderful.”“Oh, you’re so sweet! Tonight I was naughty for you. Until Frankie leaves me, I’m going to be naughty for him. I’m not sure what I’m going to do or if I’m ever going to tell you about it.”I started to say something but I was too slow.“Frankie, let’s see if we can order our drinks from room service. I think I want to just stay here with you. When they knock I might even answer the door in the nude. Would you think that was sexy? I think I want to lay here next to you for a while. Then we can go check on Loretta, I don’t want her…” Nancy’s voice faded with those last few words as the static died when the line went dead signaling my night was over.

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