Amanda Gold heard her husband pick up the telephone and felt a shiver run down her spine. This wasn’t the first time that Rick had made a secretive call. At first she’d thought that he was having an affair with another woman; he was obviously making calls when he had thought she was out of the house. But after returning from a shopping trip earlier in the week she had clearly heard her own name mentioned before announcing that she was home and hearing Rick quickly and nervously replacing the receiver. Of course, she had enquired as to whom he was talking to, but Rick had simply claimed a wrong number. She had known he was lying. Why would her name have been mentioned if he were talking to a wrong number? And surely, if he were having an affair, his wife would be the last person he would bring up in conversation. There was something very suspicious about these calls, Amanda knew, and she had been determined to find out what was going on.
Amanda had told her husband that she was going out for an hour or so. She wanted to give him time alone and the perfect opportunity to call his secret contact. But, of course, she hadn’t gone very far. In fact she had only waited outside for a few short minutes before slipping off her shoes and padding silently in her bare feet back into the house. The plan had worked perfectly; as she stood hidden behind the slightly open kitchen door she could hear, and see, as her husband picked up the telephone and placed his call.
“It’s me,” Rick said quietly into the receiver. “She’s left the house for a while so we can talk.”
Amanda’s mind was racing. Was Rick having an illicit love affair? Who was he talking to? She peered through the crack in the door but could only see his back as he held the telephone to his ear. She could see no facial expressions that would give her any clues.
“Yes, she is.” Rick continued. There was a short pause in the conversation while, Amanda guessed, the person on the other end of the line spoke. “So, you’re still interested? Good. Yes, she’s a very sexy woman. What? Oh, okay, well, blonde hair, about five feet seven. Yes, about 36C.
As Amanda listened she became more and more confused. It was clear that her husband was referring to her, but for what purpose? Was his lover asking how she compared to his wife?
“Shall we do it later this afternoon then?” Rick asked. Amanda felt that his voice had altered slightly now; a little breathless and maybe a bit excited?
“Okay. What else would you like to know?” Rick continued. “Well, today she’s just wearing jeans and a light top – halter style, I think. No, I didn’t see her dress this morning but I would think she’s probably wearing black panties, she prefers that colour. No, she rarely wears a bra, her tits are still nice and firm!”
Amanda still had little idea of what was going on, but the way her husband was speaking was not the way he would normally address a woman. But why would he be talking to another man about her? Unless …… Amanda almost gasped as the thought popped into her head.
“Oh now wait a minute.” Rick’s voice was a little more urgent; more concerned and it broke through Amanda’s thoughts and brought her mind back to the current reality. “We didn’t say anything about that. Yes, I know I said she likes black men, but we were talking about just you, not two of your friends as well!” Amanda listened. There was another pause in the conversation before her husband continued. “Well, yes, I suppose so, if it’s that or nothing. Yes, I can see that; three times the fun. Three cocks are better than one? Yes, I guess so.”
The tingle along Amanda’s spine intensified. She realised that she had been holding her breath and silently exhaled long and slowly. So, this was what it was all about, was it, she thought? She and Rick had always had an open and honest relationship – they talked about everything. She’d thought that it had been a throw-away remark: She’d never slept with a black man. But it was clear now that her husband had taken her confession very, very seriously. The telephone conversation was obviously to do with setting up some sort of meeting with a man - three men, in fact – and she was to be the star attraction!
Amanda wondered if she could cope with three men all at once. At a shade over thirty years old she was still highly sexual and she knew that her body was still in very good shape. She wanted to do it; wanted to do it badly, but did she have the fortitude for such an adventure? She licked her bone-dry lips and peered back through the crack in the door. She resolved to make her decision later, but, if she were completely honest with herself, she already knew what it would be.
“Oh yes,” Rick continued, “of course she’ll be ready. Yes, she is good at oral sex. Actually she loves to suck cock. Yes, anal too, she loves sex. There’s hardly anything that Mandy won’t try!”
The tingle in Amanda’s spine had now mutated into an electric pulse that seemed to throb through her entire body. She could feel her stiffened nipples pressing and grating against the cotton material of her top, chaffing the sensitive skin and causing them to swell. She pressed a hand to the crotch of her jeans and felt the heat there. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to paint a mental picture of what the situation might entail. But she needed more details. She wanted to build up an image of these men in her mind.
As if reading her thoughts perfectly, Rick began speaking into the telephone once again. “But I want to be in control, okay?” He asked. “Let me tell you what I want to happen.”
This was what Amanda wanted. Her breathing had become a little ragged and her hand was pressed firmly against the front of her jeans. She was sure that her pussy was leaking juice already.
“I’ll bring her and we’ll meet you and your friends at that empty house you own, okay?” Rick continued quickly. “If you like, I’ll tell her to wear the same clothes; jeans and a halter, I know you’ll like that, the halter shows quite a lot of the top of her tits. I’ll have her sit down on the sofa between your two friends – you and I can watch for a few minutes while she gets started, okay? I know that your friends – what are their names? Joe and Dave? – will already be turned on, and I’ll suggest straight away that they strip off some their clothes so that Mandy can see their big, black cocks.”
Amanda groaned silently to herself as she imagined the situation. Her eyes closed. This was the sort of detail that she needed to build up her mental picture.
She envisaged herself sitting between the two dark men. Maybe she would be a little nervous at first but she would quickly push those thoughts from her mind. Their cocks would be long and hard, wouldn’t they? Black and sleek with balls that would be heavy with sperm. She imagined her hands reaching out and grasping each shaft gently but firmly. She could almost feel the blood pumping through their veins and she licked her lips appreciatively. Slowly she would slide her hands up and down the two solid tools; feeling them swell beneath her touch and hearing the young men groan with pleasure. They would twitch in her hands – she was certain of it – and as she deftly cupped their hanging testicles, both men would stretch back luxuriantly and let her go to work on them.
But Rick was continuing with his one-sided conversation over the telephone now. Amanda was hot and excited. She knew that she was wet as well and desperately wanted to hear what would happen to her next.
“While my wife is stroking Joe and David’s cocks, you could unzip your pants.” Rick continued. “Take out your cock and walk over to her. Her hands will be a little busy but her mouth will be open for you. Pull her halter up and over her head. Do it fast – almost violently, she will like that – Squeeze her tits for her. Pinch her nipples until they swell. Now you can place the head of your cock against her lips. Yes, she always wears lipstick. Pull the back of her head towards you and push your long black cock straight into her mouth, okay?”
As Amanda peered through the crack in the door she noticed that Rick had changed his position. Her husband was no longer standing but seated on the upholstered telephone seat so that he was, unknowingly, turned sideways to her view. The telephone was pressed tightly to his ear with one hand whilst, with the other, he was unzipping his blue pants and pulling out his cock. As Amanda watched, she imagined the unseen man’s penis, fully erect and about to slide into her mouth. She gulped silently as she pictured the scene while watching her husband begin to slowly masturbate.
“I tell you, man, he mouth will feel so good around your cock,” Rick went on. “Like velvet around you as you pump slowly in and out, fucking her pretty face. Her eyes will look up at you and I can watch as you force the head of your tool into her throat.”
