After years of carrying around our clunky old cell phones, Sara and I finally knuckled under and bought some of the new trendy little gadgets with cameras, games, and all that fun stuff. Little did we know what such a mundane transaction would lead to.
We'd had the new phones for about six weeks when I went on a business trip for a couple of nights. I travel often and one of the things we love to do when I'm on the road is engage in some spirited phone sex. Our first cell phones—with their unlimited night time minutes sure brought down our phone bills. After Sara got the kids to bed, she'd call me in my room and we'd spend a happy hour together living out long distance fantasies.
Sometimes I would tell her that I had a prostitute in the room with me who was sucking my cock as we talked. Other times she'd tell me about the plumber who had fucked her silly during the day, regaling me with every detail of his cock, his technique, and her shattering orgasms. Often I could hear a very real vibrator buzzing away at her end of the connection. When we'd both cum at last, we'd laugh about the fantasy play, make kissing noises at each other and fall happily to sleep.
On my first trip with the new phone, Sara called me about 10:00. I had already showered and was lying nude in the bed, watching a porn movie on the television. Needless to say, given the action I was watching on screen, I was already very hard and ready to chat with my lover.
"Hey babe," she purred into the phone. "Go check your email."
"Now?" I asked.
"Right now."
"Okay, hold on," I said.
Standing up, I crossed the room to my laptop, clicked on the email icon and checked my mail. I had two messages. One was from a grad student of mine, which I ignored, and the other was from Sara. This one, I noticed, had an attachment.
"Okay," I said. "I'm opening your attachment now."
"Mmmmm," she murmured.
The picture that loaded up on my screen was a sight I'd seen a thousand times in my life...my wife's pussy, lips parted and moist.
"Holy shit," I said. "What a view!"
"You like big boy?" she asked.
"You have to ask?" I replied. "I was hard before I saw this, but now I'm very hard."
"Mmmmmm," she murmured again. "I just took that picture five minutes ago."
"You did?"
"Yep," she said. "I used the cell phone camera." "No shit!" I replied. "What a great idea."
"Thanks sweetie," she said. "Now, how about sending me one of that hard cock of yours?"
"Hang on," I said.
I turned on the desk lamp to provide better lighting, pointed my phone at my now extremely hard cock and snapped a picture that showed the veins popping, the head much redder than the shaft. The picture looked good, so I saved it, then emailed it to Sara.
Putting the phone back to my ear, I said, "Okay babe. My hard cock is on the way."
"I can't wait," she replied. "But while I do wait, why don't you tell me all about that movie you were watching before I called you?"
She knew me too well. So, I told her all about the twenty minutes of the flick I'd seen so far...it was about horny housewives who end up in three way sex with neighbors or friends. Three way sex was one of our recurrent fantasies, although neither of us had really ever pressed to act on it. It was mostly a lot of fun to think about and to play pretend while we were fucking or on the phone with each other.
After a few minutes of this, Sara interrupted me to say that my message had arrived and that my cock was a beautiful sight.
"I'm already so wet baby," she purred. "Seeing how hard you are makes me want to get down on my knees and suck you down my throat."
"Yeah, baby," I replied. "I'd love that. But you'd have to wait your turn. The little co-ed I picked up in the bar tonight says she has first dibs."
"Well then," she said. "Why don't you show her the new picture I just sent you?"
I checked my mail again and this time was greeted by a shot of Sara's pussy lips closing around the head of one of her favorite vibrators.
Over the next half hour or so, my wife and I emailed one another a couple of dozen photos of ourselves in various stages of excitement. It was one of the wildest nights of phone sex we'd ever had and when I got home from my trip, Sara was waiting for me in the bedroom, her legs spread wide and one of her hands buried in her cunt. She'd sent the kids to sleepovers at various friends' houses and was ready for some serious fucking. Needless to say, that's just what we did.
The next morning I picked up my phone on the way to the car and when I tried to turn it on all I got on the screen was a parade of meaningless computer code. I turned if off, then back on again and the same thing happened. I tried taking out the battery and restarting it and again I got nothing but streaming code across the screen.
Sara giggled. "Maybe you burned it out the other night in the hotel."
We both laughed. On my way to work I stopped at the phone company store to get the phone fixed. Fortunately, it was still very new and so was under warranty. The nice young woman at the door directed me to the technicians' desk at the back of the store. As I approached the desk I was stunned to see what greeted me there. Instead of some pimply guy with thick glasses, the technician on duty was a young woman, maybe 20-22 years old. And she was anything but pimply!
Although you'd probably call her face average, her body was world class. This I knew because she was wearing a black v-necked sweater that was cut way, way down, a white satin camisole that was cut only slightly higher, and some sort of push up bra that was causing her very ample cleavage to spill up and out of the opening in her layered tops. Her breasts were large, milky white and inviting. It was all I could do to wrench my eyes up to her face, which was crinkled in a wry smile. She knew the effect her clothes were having on me and was enjoying it.
"Can I help you sir?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I stammered. "My phone seems to have died on me. It's almost brand new, so it would be warranty service."
"Let me take a look at it," she said, extending her hand. Her nails were a deep red and very carefully done. As I handed over the phone, I was able to take in the rest of the view. Her sweater made it almost to the waistband of her pants and a firm stomach peeked through the gap. She was quite thin.
As I tried to watch her hands and not stare at her tits, she turned on the phone, looked at the screen, shook her head and said, "I've been seeing a lot of this problem with this phone. It's a software glitch. I'm going to have to give you a new phone. This one is dead."
I must have looked a little dejected, because she smiled up at me and said, "Don't worry. I can have a new one for you in about 45 minutes."
"Oh," I said. "I've got to be in class in half an hour, so I'll just pick it up after lunch if that's okay."
She smiled. "Works for me." Then, "So you teach at the University?"
"Yes," I said, smiling back. After all, her cleavage was spectacular and it would only take me 10 minutes to get from here to my classroom. "I teach American history."
She smiled even wider. "I'm taking U.S. History right now, but not at the U. I'm at the community college."
"Who's your professor?" I asked.
"Dr. Albertson."
"I know Dick. He was one of our grad students about ten years ago. That was before I got here, but I've met him."
"He's kind of funny," she said. "He makes it interesting anyway."
Now I really did have to go and I said so.
"Okay," she said. "Just one thing. Any data on this phone...you know, phone numbers, pictures...I won't be able to recover it. My name's Angela if you want to call ahead to make sure it's ready."
"Oh, sure," I said. "I guess I'll have to live with that."
On my way to the car it occurred to me that it was a good thing that all that data was lost. After all, there were about a dozen pictures of my cock in various stages of arousal stored in that phone along with several more of Sara's cunt that I'd snapped the night before – "To keep me happy at work," I'd told her when I took them.
After lunch I slipped off campus and headed back to the phone store. I had called and Angela told me she had my new phone waiting for me. I was a lot more excited about one last peek at her cleavage than I was about getting my phone back.
As before, she was sitting behind the counter. I had to wait for a few minutes while she waited on a man in front of me. Even from behind I could tell that he gaze was glued downward onto her chest. She must enjoy the attention, I thought to myself. Otherwise she wouldn't dress that way on the job, especially sitting down behind a counter the way she did, forcing her customers to peer down at her.
When it was my turn, Angela looked up and smiled broadly again. "Hi Dr. Jones. Your phone's all set."
She then made me even happier by bending forward just a bit to retrieve my phone from a drawer in her counter. What a body she had.
"Here you go," she said, handing me a new phone. "I hope you won't have any problems with this one."
"Thanks Angela," I replied.
I signed the receipt and was just about to go when she said, "Dr. Jones, I am sorry you lost all your data on the old phone. I hope you didn't have any pictures you wanted to save or anything."
Something about the way she looked at me as she said that made me pause. "Uh, no," I said. "Nothing special."
"Okay then," she replied. "Have a nice day."
"You too," I said and headed back to the office.
