Since our first threesome occurred a while ago, my girlfriend Jane has become something of a fantasy-addict. I've found that dirty talk in the bedroom, instead of turning her off or irritating her as it used to, now has quite the opposite effect. A few months ago, "Jane's" ex boyfriend, we'll call him Bill although that's not his real name, sent her an e-mail. Bill told her that he knew things would never have worked, but that he missed her in the wee hours. He said he missed the feeling of her body against his, the smell of her hair, and the feel of her pubic stubble against his hardening cock. Jane dutifully showed me the e-mail but seemed stunned, as Bill wasn't usually one to be so open and explicit. She was even more stunned when I suggested calling him. I rationalized that there must be something wrong; if Bill was acting so unusually, and that she should make sure that he was ok. In reality, I knew that Bill, like myself, was perpetually hooked on Jane's fantastic body and her above-average skills at pleasing men.
Jane and Bill talked a few times during the following week, usually late at night after I had gone to bed. As it turns out, Bill had not had a successful relationship since he and Jane split, some years before. He'd had the occasional stand, and a few half-hearted girls, but nothing long-term. Bill was a lonely man. Jane told me that Bill had jerked off while on the phone with her one night. He didn't tell her, but she knew him and she said she could tell by the way he was breathing and by his hesitant speech that he was remembering the "good ol' days." Jane admitted (as if it was a bad thing) that she caught herself softening her voice and becoming much more warm with Bill, when she realized what he was doing. The following night, I stayed awake. Jane had called Bill and was talking with him in the spare room. She was lying on the bed in just a tee shirt and panties when I walked into the room. I wish I had been paying more attention, but I could swear I saw her hand dart away from her pussy when she noticed me coming in. Ahaaaaa! Of course, I pretended not to notice and played as though I was simply there to kiss Jane goodnight. As I hovered over her, I planted a long, soft kiss directly on the middle of her forehead, while my hands gently trailed from the back of her head, down her neck, across her shoulders and down the outside of her arms. Jane responded quite needily, and immediately locked her mouth over mine, her tongue roving softly about. Bill must've become uncomfortable, because Jane quickly returned to the phone and I heard her explaining that I had just come to kiss her goodnight and was already gone. I was nowhere near gone. In fact, I was standing right above Jane while she lied to him.
Jane went right back to her conversation with Bill, who was obviously tense and required several more assurances from Jane that I didn't mind their phone calls. It didn't take long before Jane's "Oh yeah?" and "is that so?" conversation moved in a different direction. I noticed Jane's voice soften and immediately remembered her telling me about that in a previous call. I also noticed how her voice became more musical and flirty. I sat quietly, listening to Jane as she told Bill how much she missed their late-night loving. When she told him that she missed feeling him inside her, I knew I had to take action. I smoothly (I thought) turned and knelt in front of Jane, whose legs were swinging off the side of the bed. Jane looked at me in horror, but she couldn't say a word without alerting Bill to the fact that she'd lied to him. Of course, I took full advantage of this as I let my hands softly caress the area right below her belly and outward to her thighs. On the upsweep, though, I managed to "accidentally" brush Jane's pubic mound. I felt the heat and moisture building in her panties and I knew I had her on the hook. Jane was doing her best to push me away without making any noise, but it was for naught. At one point, Bill must've questioned her, because she immediately stopped fighting me and assured him that she was perfectly ok. That was my opening and I was already half way through it. By the time Jane finished lying to Bill, my mouth was locked directly over her pussy, panties and all. I could feel her clit, and her small but firm lips pressing their way through the fabric. I slowly opened and closed my mouth, allowing my lips to drag to and fro, across her covered pussy. As I felt, and tasted, a drastic increase in her juices, I gently scooped the crotch of her panties aside and buried my tongue deep into her. God, was she wet. Jane liked to play this game with me, sometimes, when I was on the phone. Now it was her turn to endure some determined head, while showing no signs to the person on the line. Not so easy, is it Jane?
Jane began to talk very explicitly to Bill, breathing heavier and heavier with each phrase. She told Bill how she missed his cock, his mouth and his hands, and even that she wished she could be with him again, if only I would understand. I get such a kick out of that shit. Bill must've taken the bait, assuming Jane was fingering herself while he jerked his cock, seventy odd miles away. It wasn't long at all before I could actually hear Bill coming, through the phone. Jane followed suit less than a minute later. After she came, she got off the phone quickly, telling Bill that she had to work in the morning and that it was later than she imagined. In reality, Jane then raped me, repeatedly, well into the morning. Thank goodness neither of us really had to work.
While she was aggressively pounding up and down on my cock, I naturally mentioned Bill and how horny he must've made her. I can never resist a good icebreaker. Jane never missed a beat, but told me that they weren't meant to be, though that didn't stop her from thinking of their late nights, from time to time. She told me, between gasps and grunts, that Bill had moved into a new apartment, sans room-mate, and that he'd asked her if she would help him christen the rooms some day. I asked her if she had thought about it and if she wanted to do it, and she said "it would be fun." I quickly took the opportunity to suggest that it might be more than fun, and that it would turn me on to stay in a local motel while she fucked and sucked her ex-boyfriend before coming home to me. Jane must've been a changed woman after last time, because it took almost no time for her to agree. It was set. Jane called Bill the following night and told him that she would love to help him, but that it had to be kept secret from me (as if.)
