There I was, standing on the corner in a quaint little town on the Ural Mountains of Switzerland, thinking of what I could do next. I had just left the American bar and grill and didn't want to go to bed. I wanted to call home, but it was too early. There is a seven hour difference, and my eleven o'clock nightly horniness, was a four o'clock nothing back home.
I decided to pace the streets for a while and see the town at night. Most of the guys who'd worked here before always talked about the legal whorehouses in towns. This Canton had legalized prostitution over three hundred years ago. The only difference today is that the girls need to have regular check ups to make sure their license is renewed. I personally found that fascinating and very erotic.
I walked around the bend to the traffic light, where I was going to cross the street and saw a house with a small red light hanging from an upstairs window. What juxtaposition: the picturesque Swiss town, and the oldest profession both coexisting in the same postcard. My groin kept calling at me. You know the feeling of pure energy that you get when you have not had any real sex for almost three weeks.
I watched a well-dressed man and woman, arm in arm walk in front of the whorehouse. They stopped at the door, said something in Swiss German, and he opened the door for her. As the door opened, I could see inside. The house was nicely decorated. You entered into a front room, just like yours and mine. Yet, a few moments later you'd pick out a woman and be in a bedroom fucking before you each knew the other's name.
She entered and he followed. The conversation inside was warm and inviting. I wondered if they spoke English. I looked at my watch  only eleven thirty. My wife would not be home for another half an hour and my cock was now screaming at me. I decided to go back to the hotel and call her, on the off chance that she would be there.
I dialed the phone and she answered it all out of breath. "Hello," she said. I could tell she was in the middle of something. My cock started screaming! "Hi, it's me. Did I catch you at a good time?" I said, almost out of breath with expectation. "Yes," she said. The sound of her voice coming in small breaths, as though she was dealing with a weight acting on her belly. My cock raged! I waited for the next words for what seemed an eternity. "I'm getting fucked, and I was hoping you'd call" and she let out a pure pleasure moan. The type of moan you give when you are so close to coming.
"Who's fucking you?" I asked almost ripping my pants apart trying to get my cock out to stroke it. These were the best moments between my wife and I, when I traveled. She and I both could hold off for about a week, but the second week was tough. The third week, we had to get fucked, and we had to let the other catch us. "Tony," she said. "I met him last night at the bar and he tried to pick me up. I guess he succeeded… oh god that cock feels good". I could hear her breathing faster and faster.
My fist wrapped so tight around my cock, slow deep strokes, milking all the pre-cum out so that I could feel it on the inside of my cock. I pictured my beautifully horny wife, her legs wrapped around his waste, pulling his manhood into her. At this time meaning nothing else than a good cock filling her pussy. "Would you like to hear his cock parting my cunt lips?" she asked almost out of breath. I answered equally hoarse, "yes baby, let me hear him fuck that pretty cunt of yours". I heard the phone fall on the bed, listened to her scream with pleasure, and someone pick up the phone. A man's voice said "Man!!! Your wife is hot! I'm putting the phone by her pussy for you to jack off to."
I pictured her glorious body, perfect little c-cup breast; with the most incredibly thick nipples and largest darkest aureole you've ever seen. Her hair the color of a golden sunrise, and legs that will get your eyes to take the most sensual trip they've ever taken. I've seen her get fucked many times, but it never stops amazing me  how beautiful she looks getting it.
I knew his cock was in the wettest, and tightest pussy he'd ever had. When she tightens her muscles around your cock, you feel like she's masturbating you. Muffled by the distance, the sound of a cock sliding in and out of a wet cunt, I could hear her say "oh, baby. Give it to me! Let me have that beautiful cock  I need it!" I wrapped my fist tighter around my cock. I took the other hand and rubbed the pre-cum onto my fingers, in a thick glob, and took it to my lips. I teased myself and let the powerful smell of cum light up my brain. I plunged both fingers, full of cum, into my mouth and sucked them  the way my wife did so many times.
She got on the phone again. "Baby, he's got the most beautiful cock. It's thick just as I like it, and he's driving it so deep in me. I wish you were here to see him fuck me. I want to look into your eyes as I cum." She let out a moan that reach down to my hand and made me speed up the stroking. "Are you stroking your cock, baby? I want you to cum with me, ok? And Tony has me almost there!"
