I'm just a regular guy named Frank with the prerequisite wife, two kids, house with a huge mortgage and a dog. My life has been ordinary- that is, until I met Alexa. My gawd, just saying her name now makes me want to... But wait, I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you how we met.
It was my fortieth birthday and my wife had thrown me a little soiree. Nothing fancy, just a backyard barbeque with about twenty friends and neighbors. Jim, my next door neighbor was standing against the white gazebo I had built two years ago. Meandering over to him with a whiskey sour in hand, I greeted him with, "So, how's it going good buddy?"
"Same ol shit, just another day," he responds, grinning that wide-tooth grin of his.
Yeah, I know whatcha mean," I say, nodding my head solemnly. "Every day I wake up to one more crappy day of work followed by the wife's bitchin' about the kids driving her nuts." Then I laughed, "but, hey, it could be worse."
"Ya know Frank, I used to feel like you- that is, until I found, shall we say, a little 'extra-curricular activity'", he said, in a conspiratorial tone.
My eyebrows arched as I led him by the elbow inside the gazebo and onto one of the cushioned swinging benches.
"Tell me more," I say.
"Well, one evening I was sitting at home alone while Karen was gone to one of her bingo tournaments and I ran across this advertisement in one of those girlie magazines about these hot looking chicks that you could call up for a little sexy conversation. What the hell, I think; it's only talking. Not like I was actually fucking around on her, ya know?"
"Yeah, yeah," I say anxiously, so did you call...what happened?"
"Sure," he said, taking a sip out of the Miller Lite in his hand, I called. Man, it was pretty hot. I was kinda nervous, cause I had never done it before; but this girl- she said her name was Candy, was real patient with me. Hell, before I knew it, I had a real boner goin.' Damn. She had me cumming like never before- ha ha. You gotta try it. It'll do wonders for you."
"I don't know, dude. I've never done anything like that before, either. Hell, I've been faithful to Kim from the very start."
"You'd still be faithful, man! It's only talk. Maybe it'll help spice up you and Kim's love life- not that it needs spicin' up," he hurriedly added, then, "I fucked the shit outta Karen when she got in that night.. She didn't know what had come over me!" He was smiling again, lost in the memory.
"Well, I'll think about it. You still got that number?"
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Saturday night was Kim's 'girls night out.' She and I had agreed a couple years ago that getting out with her girlfriends once in a while would be good for her, with her always being stuck at home all day with the kids and all. As for me, I had a Friday night poker game that usually alternated at either my house of one of my buddies.
Kim seemed to enjoy her time out, and would come home gabbing about the great Mexican restaurant or avant-garde play they had discovered or some such shit.
This particular Saturday evening found me lounging in my favorite easy chair watching a couple of beefy guys throwing each other around the ring on the tv set. The house was nice and quiet with the kids gone for the weekend.
Suddenly, a commercial comes on showing a titilatting blonde with humongeous tits beckoning me to call her for some 'fun conversation.' Instantly, I thought about that little piece of paper with the 1-800 number Jim had given me.
I hopped out of my chair, went to my desk to retrieve the hidden number from under my desk calendar. After plopping back into my comfortable spot, I stared at the number for a moment. Well, I told myself, here goes nothing.
Picking up the telephone receiver next to my chair, I dialed. An exaggerated sexy voice gave me the option to listen to a variety of women to choose from. Finally, after listening to several similar sounding, breathy voices offering a hodgepodge of licking, sucking and fucking services, I settled on one particularly enticing voice.
"Hi, I'm Alexa," she purred. "If you're looking for a regular run of the mill wham, bam, thank you ma'am, you're calling the wrong girl. But if you are seeking an awesome sensual experience from a real woman, let's talk!"
Needless to say, I was hooked. Immediately. Her voice was angelic and slutty- all at the same time! This chick sounded mature, experienced. My dick went into overdrive just listening to her . With shaky fingers, I dialed her extension...
"Hello, this is Alexa," she purred softly in my ear
"Hi, I'm, uh, Frank," I say, feeling like an idiot.
"Hey, Frankie, how's it going?" More purring.
No one had called me 'Frankie' since high school. (Which worked since I was suddenly feeling like a school boy).
"Um, well, I was just sittin' around with nothing to do so I thought I'd check ya' out.
She tells me she's a natural blonde,and that her long hair just barely kisses the cheeks of her ass. She says she's nearly five feet seven inches tall in her stocking feet with a body measuring a blessed (my word) 37-23-36, 'just like Marilyn Monroe', she brags.
"So, tell me, Frankie, you feeling kinda horny tonight?"
"Yeah, you could say that," I answer, glancing down at the bulge in my pants.
"Mmmm, me too. In fact, I'm standing in the middle of the room with my legs spread widely apart, wearing only my black silk stockings , red lace garter belt and six inch 'fuck me' black leather heels, fingering my hot, juicy golden-haired pussy..."
Immediately, I unzipped my fly, took out my rod, and started stroking it.
"Do you have a speaker phone?" she asked.
"Yes."
"You might want to turn it on- that is, if no one else is home."
