A Desire to Hear

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It started with Neal coming home early. Usually he worked late on Fridays, wanting to get as much finished as possible so when he came back into the office on Monday he could have a more relaxing day, rather than having to go from zero to sixty after the weekend. But today he'd actually found he didn't have as much going on. The paperwork was done. Everything was either with someone else for approvals or next steps and he was left with some actual free time. So, he packed up and went home, buying some flowers along the way to surprise his wife, Tracy, with.

The house was quieter than he would have expected when he got home. Usually Tracy was in the kitchen or doing some sort of chore that constantly needed attention around the house. But since he was home nearly three hours sooner than usual, maybe he was walking in on his wife taking a nap? Or maybe she was on the computer or scrolling through social media. All of which was fine, he certainly didn't expect his wife to be like some mythical 1950's housewife, wearing a dress and pearls and heels, constantly working around the house. She could take whatever time she wanted and enjoy herself as often as she needed as far as he was concerned.

Which was what he found himself intruding on.

Walking down the hall to their bedroom, he was about to call out when he heard something he'd never expected. It was a soft buzzing and the familiar slick, wet sounds of his wife's pussy. They'd been married over twenty years. He recognized that sound as surely as he recognized his own voice. He could even picture what was making the noise, the plump pink lips gripping fingers, or a cock, or a tongue, dragging and gripping as she was being opened. The sound of Tracy's panting breaths mingled with the slick squelching.

"Mmm...yes..."

Neal paused in the hall, staring at the half-open door to the room and hearing his wife's voice drifting.

"Fuck....ohhhhhh fuck...."

Was she with someone? Dear god was she cheating on him? Had he just walked in on his wife having an affair?

But he didn't hear the tell-tale sounds of someone else. No panting breaths or slapping skin on skin. Just the wet splash and soft steady buzzing.

Stepping slowly and quietly, Neal went to the door and carefully peeked around the corner to see just what exactly was going on.

Tracy was a beautiful woman with smooth curves, a toned body from frequent gym visits and amazingly plump tits with large pink nipples. Her short, dark brown curls were damp and matted to her cheeks and neck, body slick with sweat. Neal saw her laying on her back on the bed, legs wide open, knees up and her hands holding a thick, vibrating dildo that was down to the rubbery fake balls in her pussy.

Neal stared at his wife's familiar cunt, split wide and swallowing the dildo, the buzz humming through her body from inside, slick sounds emanating louder when she pulled it out. Lips dragging over the simulated veins and ridges, all the way to the thick head and then sliding back inside with a deep, needy moan.

"Goooooooddddd." She groaned, letting one of her hands go to her breast, fondling her hard nipple.

He watched for a moment, seeing his wife masturbating with this toy he hadn't known she owned, and felt himself getting hard. For a second he thought about joining her, but the sound of her moans, pants, and the noise coming from her pussy were settling down into his bones and he didn't want her to stop.

Tracy's face turned towards the door, eyes closed, but Neal quickly ducked back into the hall, back to the wall, listening to his wife.

"Yes... yes.... Like that..." she whispered huskily. "Fuck me like that..."

Who was she imagining? Maybe she was cheating on him. What if she was on the phone with someone? Or she was picturing the person she was cheating with...

"Neal...oh god Neal please fuck me harder..."

Neal stiffened, not just his posture, but his cock strained against his slacks and he nearly ejaculated at the sound of his wife moaning for him while using a toy. She was imagining him. But with a far bigger member than he actually had. He wasn't sure if he should be flattered or offended. But the sounds of her squelching pussy and the lustful words leaving her lips were far too arousing to let his thoughts distract him.

Schlooop. Schlep. Ssssscchllep.

The wet splashes and slurps were echoing louder as Tracy started thrusting the dildo faster and seemingly deeper. Rubber balls slapped against her toned ass over and over. Her pants were deeper and more labored.

"God fuck me Neal, oh god like that!" She was whimpering. "Fuck my little cunt! Use that big cock please, please!" She was squealing now as she fucked herself faster.

Neal could hear the noise of her sexual exploration increasing in volume. He could see it in his mind's eye. Her pussy getting red with the friction and arousal. Lips sucking and dripping juices down her ass as the balls slapped and smacked her as if she were getting spanked by her invisible lover.

"OH shit baby, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Make me fucking cum!" She was yelling now, the words bouncing off the walls of the house and rattling the windows as she reached her climax. He heard the bed creaking, the mattress shifting and sheets rumpling as his wife writhed and moaned, her orgasm racing through her, making the wet sounds from the dildo that much louder before a loud slick pop let him know that she'd removed the toy.

Tracy's pants drifted from the room, heavy at first and then slower as she began to come down from her high. Next came the rustling of bed sheets as she got up and the soft pad of her feet across the floor as she headed to the bathroom, the door clicking closed behind her.

Neal waited for a minute, listening intently until he heard the shower start, and then slipped into the room. The bed was a mess, not just the sheets in tangles, but wet. The dildo lay like incriminating evidence of a crime. It was slick with his wife's juices, just like the bedsheets. Water sloshed and splashed from the shower, and Tracy's soft hums drifted to him from the bathroom as she washed off from her vigorous activities. Was she trying to hide the fact she'd just had an intense masturbation session? How often did she do this?

It wasn't that Neal didn't think his wife masturbated. He was certain she did. But he'd never imagined something like this. A toy so big and sounds so utterly lewd and loud. Tracy was wilder than he ever imagined and it just made him that much harder as he stared at the remains of her antics.

Something inside him stirred. The echoing of the sounds he'd just encountered in his head. Hearing his wife gasp and moan and scream. The sounds of her pussy being used. What would it have been like if it hadn't been a dildo? What if he really had walked in on his wife having sex with another man and stood in the hall listening to it all play out?

The idea made his cock jump, rubbing hard against his boxers and slacks, the stimulation and fantasy no matter how short, was too much. Neal started to cum. His load shot into his boxers and stained through them quickly, making a mark on his slacks. The sudden orgasm had him weak in the knees, forcing him to stumble and sit on the bed, making the dildo roll towards him. The scent of his wife on the rubber toy made his lingering stimulation that much worse and he lay back, quickly unbuckling and pulling his pants and boxers down to let his cock have some breathing room.

Even after his ejaculation, Neal was still hard. The entire room smelled like sex. His wife's scent was everywhere, and it was bliss. He loved how she smelled, whether she was clean or dirty. Part of him wanted to pick up the dildo and smell it too, but that seemed too far, even for his own perversion. His erection was painful and his cum was dripping and sticky and slick on his cock as he lay back, trying to take calming breaths. He needed to cool down and get his erection under control...

"Oh!"

The sound of Tracy's surprise made Neal sit back up and look over to see his wife standing in the doorway, hair wet over one shoulder and wrapped in a towel as steam drifted out from the bathroom.

"Tracy! I... um..." Suddenly Neal felt like he was a teen again, being caught by his mother exploring himself. His cock pulsed at the sight of his wife's barely covered body, still slick and glistening with his own ejaculation that no doubt Tracy could see.

He wanted to cover up. To pull up his pants. To run. It was stupid, of course. He hadn't done anything wrong. If anything, he'd just given his wife the ultimate compliment, cumming from just the sound and smell of her. But how could he explain that? How could he explain why he was lying on the bed with her dildo next to him and his cock so hard he felt like it might explode?

Tracy bit her lip, eyes darting from Neal's horrified face, to his erection, to the messed up bed and soiled dildo. "Um..." She licked her lips. "I... uh... you're home early." She tried to smile innocently.

"Y...yeah." Neal stammered.

They both remained silent for a moment, awkwardly letting the reality of the situation sink in. Tracy's eyes went to her husband's messy cock and a twitch of a smile pulled at her lips. Neal blushed. They both started to chuckle as they realized that they'd both gotten off to each other. Soon they were laughing out loud and Tracy doubled over, her towel falling to the floor, exposing her still damp nudity.

Neal ran a hand through his hair. "So..." He wasn't sure what to say, but felt something needed to be spoken.

Standing back up, breasts swaying, Tracy walked over to her husband and sat down next to him, her hands quickly going to his thighs, the damp skin caressing his hairy legs. "So... is this how you wanted to greet me when you got home? Or is it a happy accident?" Her eyes were dazzling and mischievous.

"I... well I... I mean, I was gonna surprise you but..." Neal realized he'd dropped the flowers he'd brought in the hall. "Um... well, I guess I got surprised..."

"Oh?" Her hands slowly drifted up his thighs, fingers grazing his cock as she looked down at it, eyeing the sticky drying mess that caked his member.

"I... um... well, I actually thought you... well, it sounded like you were... um... having sex..." He glanced away, embarrassed that he could have thought Tracy would cheat on him.

His wife gasped. "Oh! Oh, no! Fuck no! I'd never do that!" She reached up and put her hands on Neal's cheeks, turning him to look at her. "Never honey. No fucking way. I don't know what you heard or saw, but I was... that whole time I was thinking of you." Now it was her turn to blush when her eyes darted to the dildo.

"Yeah... I heard that. But... well..." Finally, Neal got over his irrational fear and picked up the dildo and held it up between them. "This really isn't a good representation of... me." He raised an eyebrow at Tracy, making her blush deep crimson and bite her lip.

"Well... I mean... can't blame a girl for... ya know, wanting to have some extra fun." She shrugged, her breasts bouncing gently.

Neal smiled and put the toy aside, feeling his wife's hands returning to his lap, moving gently along his thighs. "Well... no, I guess I can't."

Her smile was radiant, her damp hair falling forward around her face. "But..." Her hands moved closer, inward, caressing his balls. "I definitely prefer the real thing..." Fingers traced along the dripping mess he'd made, scooping and spreading the still sticky cum along his shaft.

Neal sucked in a breath, feeling the tips of his wife's fingers and the slick coating of cum she was moving around, rubbing it into his still sensitive skin.

Putting a hand on her husband's chest, she gently pushed him so that he lay back, looking down at Tracy as she leaned in and traced her tongue along the very tip of his penis, a string of pre-cum sticking to her tongue and dripping from it down along his cock. She hummed softly, purring like a cat that was pleased as she leaned back down again, pushing her hair behind her ear so Neal could see clearly, and kissed his tip again. Another kiss. This time, her lips parted and she let them slide along his tip, taking just the barest amount into her mouth and gliding her tongue in laps gently against his slit.

"Oh...oh fuck Tracy... oh my god that feels good."

His wife pulled back with a sly smile and moved down lower, licking up the dripping mess along his shaft. "Mmmm, I'm not sure what tastes better. This salty, cooling cum from you jerking off, or when I milk it out with my mouth." Her hand wrapped around his shaft, squeezing firmly and stroking a little as she continued slowly, licking up the drips of semen. "Hmmm, maybe tasting your cum after you jerked off thinking about me, listening to me, watching me, makes it taste better." Her tongue moved along the underside of his shaft to the tip and she gave another playful kiss and giggled. "What do you think? Should I play with myself more and make you jerk off to it so I can get this tasty treat more often?"

Neal let his head fall back, groaning. "Fuck baby, I didn't even have to jerk. Just hearing you... I didn't watch much, I was afraid you'd see me and stop... fuck, I just listened to you and it was so fucking hot." His cock was jerking again, pulsing in his wife's grip as she placed soft butterfly kisses all along the length. "Fuck, I could listen to your pussy getting fucked all day."

Tracy moaned softly, tracing his tip around on her lips like it was lipstick. "Yeah? You wanna listen to my pussy getting opened by a big, thick cock? Hm? Hear me moan? Telling you how good it feels?" She traced her teeth gently along the rim of his mushroom.

"Oh fucking gooooooddddd, yes I wanna listen to you get fucked so bad baby!" Neal was lost in the pleasure of his wife's teasing lips and tongue and teeth. Her hand squeezing hard around his base, making him get harder, faster.

"Yeah? You want me to be a bad slut wife? Let some other cock use me just so you can sit on the other side of the door and listen to me get used? Hmmmm? Is that what my pervert husband wants?"

He was panting, euphoria rushing through his veins as another orgasm came upon him fast. "Yeah..." he panted and then groaned and arched and bucked his hips against his wife's soft lips. She was just pushing his cock against her mouth, not opening, as he began to cum. Thick shots splashing against her full warm lips and over her chin and along her cheeks as she held him tight as he bucked. "Yes, fuck yes, I wanna listen to you get fucked so fucking bad, oh god baby I want you to be fucking bad for me."

Neal was dizzy. Cumming twice in such a short time and still feeling aroused as Tracy gently let go of his cock and pushed herself up to look down at him, his cum coating her lips and chin, some dripping down onto her breasts. Her smile was sweet and sultry, but there was curiosity in her eyes.

He watched her, silent as he heaved in breaths, trying to calm himself. She traced a hand along his thigh and up to his waist, just touching him as she looked back at him and thought. It seemed like she wanted to say something, but finally she just sighed, licked at her lips and traced her fingers along her mouth to gather up the cum he'd painted her with. "Guess I need to clean up again." She chuckled, patted his thigh and stood back up, swaying her hips as she went back to the bathroom, ass jiggling beautifully before she closed the door and left him alone in the quiet, wondering what Tracy had been thinking about and why it made his cock jump.

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"It's called ASMR." Jordan muttered as he plopped down a stack of used games onto the counter.

"What?" Neal asked, putting down the gaming magazine he'd been absently flipping through and approaching the counter.

"That thing you were talking about. Wanting to listen. Liking to listen to stuff. Getting off on it? It's called ASMR, or at least it's sort of like that. Probably some fancier term for it by those psychology brats, always wanting to make things sound fancy. Basically, you get off to listening to sounds and words. Er... well, you don't have to get off to it, I guess. But it gives you that tingly feeling, and some people take it further to getting all tingly down there." Jordan motioned below his flabby waist, his baggy cargo shorts stained with dirt and Doritos dust. The bag was half empty and on the counter, a constant companion of the rotund game store owner throughout the day. That and his constant supply of Royal Cola.

Neal leaned against the counter, his elbows sliding against the worn laminate, eyebrow raised. "Really?"

Jordan was pulling games down from the stack he'd set down, one by one, scanning them into his computer, then tossing them into a box. "Yeah. Dude, there's a term for everything. Just gotta know what to look for. I've listened to some ASMR stuff. There's a ton online of just... like, sounds. Cleaning. Fans. People gardening or whatever. Sometimes people have scripts, and they can literally range from the mundane sort of stuff like an office meeting to weird shit like... I don't even know, man, some things you just can't put words to."

"You just said there's a term for everything. Wouldn't that mean there're words for everything?" Neal grinned as Jordan flipped him off.

"My point stands. That thing you were talking about. A guy gettin' all hot and bothered by listening to sex rather than watching it. It's a thing. Me personally, I'm watchin', not listen'. But whatever. A perv's a perv and they can get their jollies how they like. Long as they aren't messin' with me. Though if they wanna just listen in, I'll be happy to do the deed." The portly man chuckled as he grabbed a few chips from the bag, munched them down quick as a beaver and whipped the dust onto his old Zelda t-shirt.

"Why you talkin' about that stuff, anyway? Don't you have, like, a smoke show at home? Can't say if I had a lady like yours, I'd be wanting to just be pressing my ear to the door, ya know?" Jordan finished with the stack of games, hit a few keys on his keyboard and then turned back to Neal, "You developing a fetish or somethin'?" It was a rhetorical question by the way the man laughed, making his stomach bounce, but it made Neal bite the inside of his cheek to keep himself from blushing.

It'd been a few days since Neal's encounter with his wife. Listening to her fuck herself with that big dildo and moaning loud. Since then... sex with Tracy had been extra spicy. Neal had found himself shutting his eyes and just listening, even as he was thrusting into her. The sound of his hips hitting her ass. Her groans and gasps. The wet, slick splashes from her pussy as it was stretched. All the sounds were adding up in his brain, making his orgasms twice as intense. He'd even asked Tracy to record herself masturbating for him, sending it to him while he was at work so he could listen during his lunch break. It had quickly become an obsession, and he was loving it. Tracy was enjoying it too, though she didn't seem to be as into just listening to things as Neal was. She would much rather be the one listened to, rather than the one listening.

They'd tried a bunch of different things, and each new experience was more intense and fun. But Neal felt like they could go further.

That first time, for just a moment, he'd thought Tracy had actually been with someone else. And though that had broken his heart in that singular moment, it wasn't really about the fact that she might have been having sex with someone else. It was the cheating. The secrecy. Not the sexual act itself. Neal wasn't so insecure that he thought having multiple sexual partners, in and out of marriage, was some sort of taboo thing. Sure, if you didn't want to share, then that was totally fine. But if you wanted to explore... why not? As long as everyone was agreeable, more power to them.