Bedtime Story

My phone rang at around 8pm. I guess I'd half expected the call but the sound of it still made me jump slightly. I looked at the screen and saw my wife, Jane's caller ID and my heart rate quickened.

I was away from home, on business, and staying in a downtown hotel. There were a few of us here and we'd had a full day of meetings with clients. We'd taken a couple of guys out for an early dinner and most of my party had then headed off to a nearby bar to make an evening of it. I'd given my excuses and left early, returning to my hotel - to make sure I didn't miss 'the call'.

I answered the phone. "Hi."

"Hi, Honey" she said quietly. "How was your day?"

"Oh, pretty good. I think we've secured the Wilson contract, which should keep me busy for a few months! How have you been getting on?"

"Fine. I've just been at home, thinking about things, thinking about you..."

"What things? And what about me?"

"You don't need me to spell it out! You know what I think about when you're not here."

I didn't say anything.

"Honey, I'm going to go out tonight" she said, after a pause.

"Really? Are you going with anyone?"

"No, on my own."

"What are you going to do?"

"I think we both know what I'm going to do. I'm going to see if I can find someone to play with." I let out an involuntary groan and I felt my cock start to stir, in my pants. "You like the sound of that?" she asked, with a hint of amusement (and, possibly, scorn) in her voice. "Of course you do. You'd like me to find another man and let him take me home. You'd like him to do what he wants with me, your wife. Wouldn't you?"

I stayed quiet.

"Just the thought of it turns you on, doesn't it?" she continued, "I guess it's the agony and shame of being cuckolded - and the filthy thoughts you have about what some stranger is going to do with me. Sad, really. And you'll lie there on your hotel bed jerking yourself off, thinking about what I'm getting up to. Have I got that right?"

I ignored her question. "When are you going out?", I said.

"Well, let's see: it's 6pm here, and I've got a taxi coming in about half an hour."

"What are you wearing?"

"Oh, typical! You want more fuel for your sordid fantasy. You don't try and stop me going out? You could, you know. All you have to do is tell me not to go and I'll stay here. No drinks, no flirting, no sex. Waiting for you. But that's not what you want, is it?

If you must know, I'm wearing that short, red dress. The one with the split up the thigh. I reckon that, if I wear that with heels, I'm going to attract some attention. Not too much - I don't want to look like a hooker. Perhaps a lonely businesswoman in need of some male company?"

"And under it?" I said, my cock now straining in my trousers.

"Unbelievable! If you must know, I'm wearing those lacy black nickers that you bought me last year and no bra." I started to rub my cock, through my pants.

"Will you call me after?"

"You really want to hear about it? You want me to tell you that I've kissed another man, that I've stroked him and taken him into my mouth? You want to hear about everything he does to me?"

"Yes."

"Well, maybe. I'll see. If I'm going to call you, you've got to promise not to cum before I ring. I can't stop you from masturbating while you imagine what's going on - but I don't want you cumming. OK?"

"Promise to call me? Please."

"We'll have to see" she said, as she ended the call.

I sat down on my hotel bed, the phone still in my hand. Jane was right: it was a pretty sordid fantasy. How could any man want to allow their wife to go with other men? And worse, why would they get excited by the pornographic detail of her encounters? I'd never been able to answer these questions.

Since my wife had discovered my kink, it was fair to say that she'd, somewhat reluctantly at first, accommodated it. However, whilst she remained uneasy about the whole thing, I had noticed that she didn't have too much trouble slipping into character and she played her part well. What was happening this evening was not unusual and my being out of town was often the trigger for a phone call like the one we'd just had and one of her 'stories'.

I undressed and got onto the bed. My cock was hard with the thought of my wife's coming adventure and, as she had predicted, I masturbated. However, I was determined not to cum - and to save myself for when I heard from her, again. So, I switched on the TV to try and distract myself. It was going to feel like a long evening!

I must have just dozed off because, when I woke later, I was still naked and on top of the bed. The television was still on - showing an old action movie. I turned it off. I checked the time on the bedside clock radio and discovered, to my surprise, that it was 2am! Obviously, there had been no phone call from Jane. I went to the bathroom and got back into bed, this time under the covers. I felt disappointed, frustrated and slightly cheated because it seemed that she had decided not to call me back.

This might sound unreasonable - after all, the dynamic here was that she was 'in charge' on these evenings. However, this had never happened before. Generally, she left it a couple of hours and then called with the erotic and very explicit details of her night. She always made me work for it - reluctantly providing the information that I begged her for, whilst humiliating me with her infidelity and for jerking off to her slutty story.

I resigned myself to the fact that she wasn't going to call and tried to get back to sleep.

The phone rang at almost exactly 3am. It was Jane. I picked up. "Hi. What the hell happened? Why so late? It's 3am, here!"

"Well, I

am

sorry! Too late for you, is it? I think we should do this another time. Goodnight."

"No, Jane, wait!" I said, just before she cancelled the call. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"Well, maybe we should do this another time. It sounds as though you're cranky and I'm certainly tired. You're right, it is very late. Perhaps we can talk about it when you're home."

"No, please. Tell me. What happened?"

"Are you sure you want to hear?" she teased.

"Tell me!"

"Have you got a hard-on?" she asked.

"No." I said truthfully. "I had fallen asleep and then thought that you weren't going to call."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

I put the phone on 'speaker', so that I would be able to masturbate comfortably and said "Everything. Where did you go?"

"Well, I got the taxi to take me to that bar on the corner of 32

nd

. I figured that it was pretty classy and close enough to the business district that a lady on her own wouldn't look too out of place."

"Did you find someone?"

"Uh huh. Two." she said, quietly.

"What?"

"There were two of them."

I gulped and my mouth felt dry. "Fuck! You went with two men?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow. Tell me what happened." I said, slightly breathlessly.

"Are you sure? You really want to know? OK. Well, I went in and sat at the bar, ordered a gin and tonic and pretended to read my book. I was sitting kind of side-on to the room and I made sure that I was showing enough thigh, by hitching my dress up a bit. There were a few people in and I was scanning the room to see if there was anyone that I liked the look of. At first, I didn't see anything interesting but then I noticed a couple of young guys, at a table in the corner. Both good-looking."

"Did you go up to them?"

"No, of course not. But I kept looking over towards them, hoping to catch their eye. Eventually, one of them (the blonde one) looked up as I glanced over and smiled back. I looked back down to my book but saw him nudge his friend and gesture towards me. They said something and got up. Before too long, the two of them came over to the bar, standing right next to me, and ordered beers. The blonde one asked me what I was reading and the three of us struck a conversation. So easy!"

"Tell me about them" I said.

"The blonde was Tim and his friend was Dave. Both late twenties, slim, funny and confident. They were in town for a conference and had ducked out of a dinner which (they said) would have been very boring. They wanted to know what I was doing and why I was alone."

"What did you tell them?"

"I said that I was looking for some male company."

"What?! Really?"

"Yes, there didn't seem to be much point in dancing round the subject and the guys had come over to me. Might as well make things clear from the start. Dave asked about my wedding ring. And I told them."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I'm married to a man that gets off on the thought of me fooling around with other men. And that he likes to hear all about my dates, afterwards. I told them that you were out of town and were probably jerking your cock right now, just thinking about what I might be doing!

I bet all this is making you hard, now, isn't it?"

"Yes, I'm hard."

"Well, you can stroke it, if you must - but only slowly."

"So, what happened next?"

"Well, Tim said that they were about to head back to their hotel and had been planning to watch some porn. And did I want to join them? As you know, I've never been with two men before - but there was something very sexy about these guys. So, of course, I said yes. We walked round the corner, to their hotel, dashed through the lobby (in order to avoid seeing any of their colleagues) and jumped into a lift.

Are you getting off to this? Hearing how easily I went off with two young guys? Imagining how this is going to end up?"

I didn't need to answer. She knew that I was turned on and would have my hand around my rigid cock, as she replayed the evening for my benefit. She continued; "The doors had barely closed, when Tim turned to me, held my head in his hands and kissed me full on the lips. It was deep, sexy kiss and he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Dave moved behind me, pressing into my back and buttocks, with his hands all over my sides. I was sandwiched between them. Dave brought his hands up, cupping my tits and pinching my nipples with his fingers. Then the lift stopped at their floor, Tim grabbed my hand and led me to his room. We all piled in and closed the door.

Tim had a bottle of wine and found some glasses and we were soon sitting on the end of the bed, drinking, as he surfed for something to watch. He asked me what my husband would say if he knew that I was about to watch a dirty movie with a couple of guys that I'd only just met. I laughed and told him that you'd be too busy jerking off to say anything! He said that you must be mad to want me to screw around with other men. Then, Dave got up and said that he needed a shower and that we weren't to do anything without him! He disappeared into the bathroom and I heard the shower running as Tim pressed 'play' on a porn movie."

"Go on!", I said.

"Well, the movie had barely started when Dave came out of the bathroom, still drying off and completely naked."

"Did he have a big cock?", I asked, with my hand wrapped around my own erection.

"Typical, you pervert! Why do you love hearing about the size of other men's cocks? Yes, if you must know, he had a very big cock. It hung down, thick, heavy and semi-erect. He dropped the towel and sat next to me on the bed. "What have you found to watch?", he said. I'm not sure what the film was, but it was some sort of porn costume drama and, at that moment, we were watching two maids sucking-off their master. Dave said "That looks like fun!" and he gently took my hand and placed it on his growing erection."

"Did you stroke it?" I asked, stupidly.

"Of course I stroked it, you idiot. It was beautiful: big and fat in my hand and still damp from his shower. He leaned in and kissed me again, as I masturbated him slowly.

While I pleasured Dave, Tim removed his clothes and sat down on my left. I used my free hand to reach for his dick and, for the first time, held two men's cocks at the same time.

I felt Tim's hand on my back, looking for the zipper to my dress. He found and undid it. I, briefly, took my hands away from my two lovely cocks and let the dress slide down, off my shoulders and free of my arms. With my dress around my waist and my tits fully exposed, I continued wanking them. Dave asked me whether my husband would like me to take another man's dick in my mouth. I told him that worse I behave, the more he seems to love it and, with that, I shifted to the floor, on my knees and in front of the guys. I went down on Tim first, licking around the tip of his penis, then taking the head in my mouth and sliding my lips up and down his shaft. But then I swapped over and, alternately, sucked and wanked their cocks, whilst they watched me giving head and the porn movie."

I groaned, thinking of my wife handling and sucking these two young cocks.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she said, into the phone. "I bet your cock is really stiff, now. You love it when your little wife gives herself to someone else. Do you want me to continue?"

"Yes." I managed. "Did you make them cum with your mouth?"

"Dave was the first. I could tell that he was getting close and jerked him harder and faster, while sucking Tim. Then, just as I had swapped over and taken the tip of his cock back into my mouth, he exploded! I managed to get my mouth down onto him and swallowed some of his cum. But it went everywhere; on my chin, across my tits and on his stomach.

There was no time to clean up, because Tim got up, knelt behind me and pushed me forward onto the bed. My dress was still bunched around my waist and he pulled my panties to one side and just pushed his stiff cock into me. I was soaking wet and he slipped, effortlessly into me and began thrusting in and out. There had been no foreplay and he probably wasn't the best fuck I've had, but he was young and his stamina was amazing. He was relentless - he just kept going. Meanwhile, Dave had moved round in front of me, on the bed. His deflated cock was becoming stiff again and he encouraged me up onto my elbows so that he could offer it to my mouth. It tasted of sex and cum, as I attempted to keep it in my mouth while being rammed, by Tim, from behind."

"Fuck! You were spit-roasted!", I exclaimed.

"Yes. How does that make you feel? she asked. "Knowing that I had one stranger's cock in my mouth and another in my married pussy?"

"It's the horniest thing I've ever heard. You know I love to hear how slutty you've been. You're so good to me. I wish you could see me jerking off, because I'm going to need to cum soon."

"Oh no, you don't! Not yet. We're nowhere near finished. You've dragged me into your perverted fantasies and I'm putting myself through this for your benefit. I'll do what you want but you'll only cum when I say that you can cum! Do you want me to carry on?"

"Yes, please..."

"Anyway, the fucking I was getting from Tim was bringing me close to orgasm and I couldn't concentrate on sucking Dave. I put my head down into the bed covers and cried out as I came hard, convulsing around Tim's dick. As I came down from my high, he pulled out his cock and with a few rapid strokes of his hand ejaculated over my bum and back, splattering my dress. I lay, spent, sprawled across the edge of the bed. This didn't last long as the boys helped me up onto the bed and onto my back. Dave positioned himself between my legs and thrust his, now fully erect, cock inside me. He proceeded to fuck me with just as much vigour as Tim had done. Tim lay down close to me and kissed me, no doubt tasting Dave's cum on my lips and in my mouth. He fucked my mouth with his tongue whilst Tim fucked my pussy.

Honey, it was so wonderful, giving myself completely to these two, energetic young men."

"Uhhh...uhhh" was all I could manage, as I worked away at my cock. "Can I cum, please?"

"Oh, no. Not yet. There's more. You see Tim pulled my hand down to his crotch and, amazingly, he had also recovered and had a lovely hard cock, again. I began to massage it - well, as much as I was able, given the way Dave was hammering into me. Dave then dropped his full weight on top of me, held me close (with his dick still in me) and rolled us over, onto his back. I was now riding him. He grabbed my arse with both hands and slid me up and down on his rigid pole. I love the feel of a man's hands on my bum and he was, almost literally, using my pussy to jerk himself off. It felt really dirty - but really, really good. Then just when I thought that I was starting to build towards another orgasm, Dave slowed his pace and Tim moved behind me. He ran a finger down to my bottom and slowly pushed it into me. As you know, I'm not really into anything like that, but it felt good and, with these two guys, it felt like a really natural thing to do. I had let them take control."

"Fuck! You let them play with your arse?" I gasped. This was new territory and Jane had never talked about any sort of anal play, before. I wasn't sure where this might be going next and I wasn't sure how far I should push this. But I said, tentatively, "Did you let them fuck you in the arse?"

"Wait and see!" Jane teased. "Tim was sliding his finger in and out of my bottom whilst Dave was continuing to fuck me. Then, before I knew it, Tim was pressing the tip of his very erect cock against my butt. I was prepared for it to be uncomfortable but, his cock seemed to slip in really easily. He settled himself between mine and Dave's legs and began to match his rhythm with ours. Dave picked up the pace, again and Tim was sliding in and out of my tight, virgin arsehole.

Hey, are you still enjoying this? Still want to hear more? By the way, this might be the point at which you want to finish. Grip your cock really tight and wank it hard! Nice? I bet it is. I know you love hearing how slutty your wife has been, when you're not around. Beat it faster!"

I could only moan, as I followed her instructions, wanked furiously and brought myself to an intense orgasm, as she continued her tale.

"Anyway, as I'd said before, I had been building towards another orgasm and, with the double fucking that I was getting, it didn't take long for me to reach climax. Dave managed to time his thrusts and ejaculated inside me, just as I came. I flopped, forward, onto the bed next to him, causing Tim's still rigid cock to pull out of my rear. He moved round to my head, on his knees and began wanking over me. He didn't seem to be in a hurry and took his time stroking himself to orgasm, whilst gazing at my exhausted, cum-covered body. I still had my dress around my waist and my high heels on. My little lacy panties had succumbed some time ago and were lying, ripped, somewhere on the floor. I watched him as he stimulated his beautiful erection, fisting it up and down, as he looked at me. Eventually, he groaned, tensed and shot a stream of spunk over me, coating my tits and face. He lay down beside me so that I was sandwiched between him and Dave. He used a finger to scoop up some of his cum and put it on my lips and in my mouth. It was so dirty!

We must have all fallen asleep. I awoke, fortunately, perhaps half an hour later. The boys were still out of it, sprawled across the bed. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was around midnight, so I, quietly, got up and went to their bathroom for a quick clean-up. I put my stained dress back on, picked up my bag and, quietly, let myself out of the room. I crept through the lobby and grabbed a cab outside the hotel. And...., well, you know the rest.

I was silent, still recovering in my post-cum state.

"Well, have you cum, yet? Yes, of course you have. Was it good?"

"Thank you. That was nice, really nice."

There was an ominous pause and then "Nice? Fucking nice!! You have these depraved fantasies involving me; you make me part of them and then I have to spend all of my evening helping you jerk off! And all you can say is 'nice'?! If it's not better than 'nice', I'm not sure what I'm doing here. Next time, you can find another way to get off. Don't fucking involve me!"