Phone Sex

Hello.

Hi, babe. How you doin' today?

Oh, fine. You?

As you should have guessed by now, I'm curious as hell. I thought you'd call me last night or this morning.

Oh? Did I promise to do that?

For Christ's fucking sake, Jan, don't be that way. You knew I'd be sitting on the edge of my chair waiting to hear from you. So, now, tell me: Did you meet with the man?

Yes.

[Silence.]

Oh, fuck you. Am I going to have to drag this out of you? Ask you every fucking question in the book until you come clean?

[Silence.]

All right, you little cunt. Here goes: What was he like? What did he say? Did he answer all your questions? Did you feel comfortable with him? Was Jamie okay with it all? Are you going to do it? ... Should I go on?

[Laughter.] No, Joanie. Just let me gather my thoughts.

Okay. Can I help? You know you can tell me anything. Everything.

I know, of course. Thanks. But, well, it's been kind of a whirlwind these last twenty-four hours or so.

Details, little sister. Details, please.

Right. Well, yes, we went to the place. It's nicer than I expected, absolutely nothing sleazy about it. It looks sort of like you'd expect the office of a modestly successful manufacturing plant to look. Decent furniture, non-descript art on the walls. Nothing salacious. Mr. Carlisle's secretary is really nice. A middle-aged lady, modestly dressed, very friendly. Got us both bottles of water, made us feel comfortable, welcome.

Sounds boring so far. When does the whirlwind start?

Jesus, Jan, give me a fucking break here, okay?

All right. Sorry.

That's better. Now, uh, let's see. Oh, Mr. Carlisle himself is pretty much the same. He kept us waiting for only about five minutes. Seemed longer, because we were nervous. Jamie held my sweaty hand, told me how much he loved me.

He's always been a sweetheart. Too good for the likes of you.

Fuck you too. Anyway, Mr. Carlisle also was dressed in, I guess it's called, office casual, or some such bullshit like that. Blue button-down shirt. Gray slacks. White sneakers. His office has a desk, of course, a small conference table, a couch, a couple arm chairs and a gigantic flat screen TV. We sat on the couch. He faced us in one of the chairs.

What's he look like? Handsome? Facial hair? Fat? Skinny? Tattoos all over? Piercings?

He's, I guess you'd say, good-looking. Kind of medium build, probably a bit of middle-age fat around the middle. And very pleasant to talk to. No visible ink or piercings. Just a nice guy, I guess.

That's a good sign, right?

Very good. So, we got comfortable, shared the usual comments on the weather and traffic. Then, he kind of surprised us by asking if we knew specifically what kind of work they did there. Jamie spoke right up. He said, 'Porn. You make fuck films.' Mr. Carlisle laughed. 'Quality fuck films,' he said. We smiled in agreement. We told him that's why we had come to him in our hour of need. We even gave him the titles of some films and short subjects his studio had made that we particularly liked. He seemed impressed by that.

Well, you guys are nothing but thorough and professional.

Not gonna deny that. Anyway, he seemed satisfied with that, that we knew precisely what we might be getting into. I'd worried that his opening gambit there was a sign that he didn't want us on his roster. But he calmed my fears by saying that, based on our looks and resumes, we would be able to get back on our feet after this fucking Great Recession ended and he didn't want our appearance in porn videos to kill our careers.

Wow. That was nice of him. Especially considering that you and Jamie are one knockout couple who could attract lots of traffic to his company's website.

He did say that, too. Made me blush, believe it or not. We told him we were getting desperate for cash, that our various part-time gigs were paying only part of the rent. And, what with diapers and formula for Jimmy, we needed cash now. Any way we could get it.

I still can't believe you two have suffered so much, with Jamie getting laid off and your hours cut in half. Shit, Jan, you guys should have been at the top of anyone's retention list.

Well, we weren't. Can't change that.

Always the realist. So what did this Carlisle guy say next?

He told us what we really already knew about the kind of porn he makes. Nothing dark. No nonconsensual sex. No male domination. Always a story line, not just a lot of fucking. Lots of fun. Men and women really enjoying having sex. And no overly long fuck scenes. No twenty, twenty-five minutes of watching a cock slide in and out of a pussy before the money shot. He likes shorter scenes -- some foreplay, some licking and sucking, a bit of fucking and, bam!, a cumshot. Then a bit more plot, followed by still another fuck scene.

And those cumshots? He gonna make you take facials?

Ah. Well, he asked me if I'd ever had a guy come on my face. I told him no, that Jamie and I sometimes like for him to pull out and spray jizz over my belly and tits. But, no, no facials. So he asked if I'd be okay with doing some on film. He said, 'You're a beautiful young lady. Our viewers would love to see some spunk on that gorgeous face.'

Hmm. And you said?

Well, first, I looked at Jamie. He just shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to me. So I said if it would take that for us to get the job, I'd do it.

A real trouper you are.

Yeah, always ready to take one for the team. Anyway, he seemed pleased with that. He even suggested that we prepare me for it by having Jamie come on my face a few times.

Whoa, boy. You gonna do that? Shit, Jan, you've told me how much he comes.

Yeah, more than any other man I've ever been with. In fact, later on in our talk, when we were talking about Jamie and cumshots, I assured Mr. Carlisle that he'd better get a big bucket because my man could fill it up.

Braggart.

You know what they say: It ain't bragging if ...

You can do it. Yes. I know. But you haven't answered my question. You gonna take some monstrous facials from your hubby?

Let's just say that I got an up close and personal look at the ejaculatory process last night.

He did it?

Well, hey, we did it together. But, yes, Jamie came on my face. And, sis, you know what?

What?

It was a fucking blast.

You actually liked it?

Well, it helped that it was Jamie's dick firing Jamie's huge load on my face. But, yeah, overall, I think I'll be okay with it going forward.

For the whole fucking world to see.

If we're lucky and make Mr. Carlisle some money.

He gonna share much of that cash with you?

Well, not much to start with. We're talking hundreds rather than thousands. But if we start getting lots of views on the website and stuff, we could actually qualify for some royalties and higher upfront fees in the future.

Well, that's something, I guess.

I think it's as good as we can get.

Probably, but make sure you stand up for yourselves when the views starting piling up. Now, you think you'll be okay with facials, what about anal? You still don't like that, do you?

Not one fucking bit. And, luckily, Mr. Carlisle isn't a fan either. He said -- I wrote this down when we got back to the car -- he said, 'I don't want to fuck my wife in the ass any more than she wants me to fuck her in the ass. And, believe me, she doesn't.'

Good for him.

Yeah. And he added that he's neither a gynecologist nor a proctologist, so he doesn't get off on vaginal and anal exams -- you know, those shots where guys or the women themselves hold cunts and assholes wide open for the camera. I won't have to subject myself to that bullshit either.

Fantastic. But, so, you're going to do it?

Mr. Carlisle told us to think about it and get hold of him in a few days. He, uh, asked if we'd done any group sex. He said we might be intellectually prepared to see each other fuck other people but we wouldn't know for sure emotionally until we'd actually done it.

So, have you? Had group sex?

No. No, of course not.

Why of course not? You're young, you're beautiful, you're sexy. You like adventure, new things. Hell, you know you're appealing because, for one, I've told you how Tom and I have fantasized about getting it on with you guys. Shit, if I told Tom he could fuck you, Jan, he'd be banging down your door to bang you before I put the period on the sentence.

[Silence.]

Hmm. Okay. I'm gonna look on the bright side of life here and believe that your non-response means you'll consider the possibility.

No comment, bitch.

That's not a denial.

Okay, no, it isn't. But that's something we'll think about in the future. For now, we have something else in mind.

What?

Well, Mr. Carlisle suggested that we try it out with a couple who've done some work for him and he thinks are just our kind of people. Pretty much the same age. Attractive. Smart. So we called them last night. They're coming over Wednesday night.

Holy fuck, sis. So that's the whirlwind?

Part of it. To tell the truth, we were so hot and bothered after meeting with Mr. Carlisle and talking to Mike and Brenda -- that's the couple -- that we burned dinner because we were too busy fucking on the kitchen counter.

Is that when you got your first facial?

No. That came, literally, later. In bed.

So you fucked twice.

Three times. [Giggle] Then I woke up about three in the morning to find Jamie between my legs fucking me again. That was cool, so I woke him up this morning with a blowjob.

That's not a whirlwind, babe. That's a fucking hurricane. Good for you.

Yeah, I'm thinking this gig might actually be good for us.

Could be. And maybe good for Tom and me, too, huh?

Don't count your chickens yet, sis. Listen, I gotta go. I actually have a bit of work to do today, bring in another dollar or two to beef up the old portfolio.

Good. And, uh, please, please, please call me Thursday morning with a full report on your assignation of Wednesday night.

We'll see. Bye.

Hello.

You are a rotten, stinking, no-good bitch. I hate you. I should never talk to you again.

[Laughter.] So, I should hang up now?

Don't. You. Dare. I have been twiddling my fucking thumbs all day waiting for you to call. You promised me. You promised me you'd call.

No. You promised you that I'd call.

Whatever. A promise was made. But, I'll forgive you in equal measure to the level of detail you give me about your night in Swapsville.

First, for the record, I deny that I require forgiveness from you for anything. Nonetheless, I'll tell you that our evening with Mike and Brenda went well. Very well.

Details, sis. Details.

Okay. As Mr. Carlisle promised, they are super nice. We'd exchanged photos on computer, so we knew they were really good-looking.

Nude pics?

No. More on the loving-couple-poses-for-camera stuff. Photos you see from family gatherings and vacations and such.

Bummer.

Be that as it may, they're quite attractive. And intelligent and fun and kind and interesting and all that good stuff. We spent more time just sitting and talking than I thought we would. But that just made what came later seem more natural.

So you fucked them.

Patience, dear, sweet Joanie. I'll get to that.

Oh, please, take your time.

You super horny or something?

Actually, on the contrary. Since I told Tom all what you told me the other morning I can barely round a corner or enter a room without having to prepare to be mounted. I accused him of fucking me so much in hopes my cunt would get sore and I'd have to suck him off instead. You can guess that he didn't deny that.

Sounds good.

Yeah, well, I can't wait to see what a pounding my pussy will take after I tell him about your introduction to group gropes.

No groping, actually. [Pause.] Just a lot of fondling, caressing, gentle kissing. But first, you'll love this. I told you how much Jamie and I fucked after meeting with Mr. Carlisle the other day. Well, since then, he's added a pretty standard feature to our coupling.

What's that?

Hang on. Geez. Have some patience, I'm getting to it. So, what he's done is this: After he fucks me, after he unloads that bucket of cum in my cunt, he goes down on me.

Licks his own cum out of your pussy?

Yep. Says if a man expects a woman to swallow his cum, he should be willing to do so too. Calls it sound marital husbandry. Proper care of the household.

And a huge fucking turn-on for the wifey, correct?

Damn straight. He'd done it a few times before when he noticed that I hadn't gotten off while he'd come just fine. Now, instead of trying to give me one good orgasm, he's set his sights on two or three.

You gotta love that man.

Oh, believe me, I do. I really, really do.

And, yet, you let him fuck another woman last night?

Well, it's not like it was some sort of sneaky affair, right? I mean, there was another man involved too.

Right. And, I believe you were about to tell me about hugs and kisses and such.

Ah, yes. To put it bluntly: Mike and Brenda are tremendous lovers. Why, Mike had my pussy humming before he even got my panties off. He and Jamie have a lot in common. The attention they give a woman. The way they kiss, the way they caress tits, suck nipples. While Mike was worthy of my full attention, I couldn't help noticing that Jamie was working wonders on Brenda at the same time.

If only you'd let your loving sister have some of that attention.

Well, all I'll say about that is: Wait your turn. Your time will come.

Hooray!

But not yet.

Shit.

What we found out loud and clear last night was that our love, our marriage is so strong that we actually delighted in seeing the other one so pleased, so turned on.

I presume, then, that this Mike finally did get your panties off.

Yep. And he fingered my cunt expertly while we kissed and I stroked his hard cock.

Big?

Nice size. Bigger than Jamie's, but not by much. Mr. Carlisle says most of the girls -- he calls us all girls, not women, but I guess I'm okay with that -- he says most of the girls like cocks that are between six and seven inches long. He says some girls, women, won't fuck a guy with a bigger dick. So, Jamie will fit in, so to speak, quite nicely, because he's, as he says, 'a cunt hair over six' when fully erect.

I'll have to see that to believe it. But enough of my dreams. You said something about this guy having his fingers up your snatch.

Yeah. He was getting me super fired up fingering my twat, flicking my clit. He sucked my nipples. I played with his cock and balls.

This was where?

Still in the living room. He and I were on the couch. Jamie and Brenda had slid down to the floor to have more room. They were sixty-nining. I had a decent view of her sucking Jamie's cock. That's when I knew the thrill we were both to share in, well, by sharing each other.

And he was eating her cooch.

Yeah, with her on top. So I could see her tits bouncing around a bit too. They, too, are bigger than mine, but, again, not so much as to make me jealous.

That's good. Don't want the boy wandering too far off the reservation.

Exactly. But, back to the story. I suggested then that we adjourn to the bedroom. I frankly was still enough in control of my senses to worry about what a sticky mess we'd have to clean up on the couch and rug if we stayed in the living room. Washing sheets is a lot easier.

You're a very practical person, Jan.

I know. But also, in the bed, we were really all pressed together, which made it even hotter. For instance, while Brenda starting sucking Jamie's dick again, I played with his balls as Mike ate me. And when she climbed on top of Jamie to ride his cock, I pulled him out of her cunt a couple of times and gave him an extra suck or two. And let me tell you, that was a lot hotter than I even thought it would be. Her cunt juice on his cock tasted different than my cunt juice on his cock, which was absolutely thrilling. A wonderful new experience for me.

Hot damn, girl. You don't waste time learning the ropes, do you?

I've always caught on fast. Remember, I made the high school varsity softball team as an eight-grader.

There you go bragging again.

It ain't ...

Oh, shut the fuck up and tell me what happened next in your bed.

Well, I hadn't sucked Mike's dick even though he'd brought me off once with his mouth on my pussy. But he didn't give me a chance. Just laid me down, crawled on top and stuck his cock in my cunt. Felt good, too. Not the same as having Jamie in me, of course. That feeling's accentuated by love, not just lust. But, physically, I was really fulfilled.

Bigger cock make a difference?

A bit, maybe. But more the general atmosphere. Four of us in bed. Stranger's dick in my cunt. My husband fucking another woman beside me. That's when I realized that Jamie and I were lying right next to each other, on our backs with Mike and Brenda bounding about above us, and my husband and I were ... holding hands.

Oh, wow. That is so sweet.

Isn't it? It was totally not something either of us thought about. Jamie told me later that it surprised him, too. It was just something we'd do when pressed together like that, regardless of the circumstances.

Yeah, that connection you two have is so, uh, heartwarming, I guess. Comforting. A sign that all is right with the world.

Well, maybe our little slice of the world, anyway. But in this instance, it made fucking other people that much more satisfying too. We were connected sexually to these two other people, these strangers, but also still fully connected to each other at the same time. That feeling made me come for the second time that night.

Two per night is heavenly.

Even better was that more were to follow.

Holy shit.

Right. So, Mike banged away at me and Brenda bounced up and down on Jamie with gusto. We laughed, we moaned, we groaned, we sighed. The men held out for the longest time -- Mr. Carlisle would have been begging them to come so he could move on to the next scene. But there was no complaint from Brenda or me.

I'll bet not. A thorough fucking like that is a joy to behold.

Exactly. But, of course, all good things must come to an end. The fellows tensed up. They got that pained look on their faces, trying with all their might to delay blastoff until the last possible moment. Then I felt Mike's dick pulse in my pussy. I saw Jamie thrust his hips up, driving his cock deep into Brenda's snatch. And they unleashed spurt after spurt of cum into our cunts.

Oh, fuck, Jan. I think I just came.

Well, I know I just did. It's a memory I'll hold onto dearly for the rest of my life.

The memory of your first extra-marital fuck.

And of watching Jamie soar to euphoric heights at the same time.

The lucky son of a bitch. What then?

Well, I'm sure we could have kept going. But we took a break. Jamie got four beers from the fridge and brought them to the bedroom. Brenda and I cleaned up a bit in the bathroom, then went back to the bed and licked and sucked our own husbands clean. We toasted ourselves. We laughed a lot and complimented each other on our sexual prowess.

Which I am yet to gauge.

Jesus, you know, I might just send Jamie over there right now to fuck you so you'll stop badgering me about it.

Hold on, babe, I'll go unlock the door.

You wish. He's mine and mine alone for the next few days, at least.

Intriguing.

Yeah, well, more on that later. I'm not done with last night yet. Unless you want me to stop.

Not on your life.

Okay, then. So we're lying there in bed and I tell Mike that I haven't yet enjoyed having his cock in my mouth. He suggests that raw dick tastes better when marinated in beer. So I poured some of my beer on his shaft and went down on him. Now, I said his cock is a tad longer than Jamie's, but it's no thicker, so I was in pretty familiar territory when I got it in my mouth.