Cuced on the Phone

Katie's initial hotwife adventures had all involved me being present. She had enjoyed her hotwife initiation by fucking Martin in front of me after a naked massage, then taken both of us in her first threesome a week later.

We had decided to move on from Martin for the time being - both Katie and I felt that part of the excitement came from new people and a sense of uncertainty, so for the time being we weren't looking for her to have a long-term partner.

In search of fresh adventures, we spent a couple of nights in bars and pubs hoping Katie would pull. However, despite her provocative outfits that showcased her curvy size-eight figure and olive skin, this proved more complicated than we had anticipated.

Katie is naturally quite shy and wasn't keen on approaching the men she fancied, and the guys that approached her were rarely her type. There were a few sexy dances with strangers, a couple of snogs and the odd exchange of numbers but, as we became impatient at the time it was taking to find a suitable playmate, we decided to go back online.

We met for lunch one afternoon and Katie installed Tinder, creating a suitably racy "no-strings" profile and, after toning down her initial see-through lingerie snaps, finally getting some sexy pictures past the moderators.

There was no lack of interest but Katie was keen on Jason, a 20-something gym regular (at least based on his pics) who was a decade younger than us and lived 30 miles away, so was unlikely to move in the same social circles and cause any embarrassment down the line.

Katie and Jason exchanged flirty messages and filthy pictures for a few days but, while he knew our situation and was happy to fuck in front of a watching husband, finding a time when all three of us were available was proving near impossible.

With our lack of babysitters being the main stumbling block, I made a suggestion to Katie.

"What if you meet Jason without me?" I asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "I'd be nervous. And isn't that basically just cheating? What would be in it for you?"

"Well there's a few options," I responded. "You could come home with some pictures and videos. You know I love it when you tell me about it while you sit on my face after - well maybe this time you could be telling me about something I don't already know about."

It didn't take Katie long to decide to go for it and she arranged to meet Jason for a drink later that same night.

She looked stunning as she left the house, with her dark shoulder-length hair straightened while wearing a low black top that pushed her 32C breasts up to reveal plenty of cleavage and a short black skirt.

I spent the next 90 minutes frantically cleaning and keeping busy in any way imaginable to try and suppress the anxiety coursing through me. Had I wanted this? What if Katie was falling in love with him and never returned?

These wild thoughts were interrupted by a phone call.

"Are the kids asleep?" Katie asked impatiently.

"Yes," I replied. "Are you ok? When will you be back?"

"I'm at Jason's," she replied. "He's in the bathroom. I'm putting you on speaker so you can listen but I'm embarrassed to ask him so you have to remain silent."

When we'd been planning this latest adventure for Katie, it had occurred to me to ask her to video call me but I'd figured that it was an unwanted distraction for her and Jason to operate a camera throughout. But my wife had clearly come up with her own solution. Admittedly there would be no visuals, but the thought of having to rely on a single sense and imagine what was going on instantly caused my previously flaccid cock to start stirring.

I heard Katie put the phone down on a hard surface and the faint sound in the background of a toilet flushing. Mindful of what Katie said about being quiet I realised I had only a few seconds to position myself for the remainder of the call; I swiftly stripped to my boxers and made myself comfy on our bed.

I heard the sound of a door opening, then Katie's voice, but this time slightly distant and not addressing me.

"You okay?" she asked, "I just phoned my husband to let him know I'll be home in about an hour."

"Are we doing it twice then?" Jason joked.

"Depends how good you are the first time," she replied. A couple of giggles followed before several seconds of silence was broken by the unmistakable sound of kissing. There was the odd soft moan in amongst it and the gentle background rustling of fabric - presumably various bits of clothing being removed and falling to the floor.

The kissing noises continued but were interrupted by Katie gasping "oh fuck" and repeatedly moaning loudly. Unless I was mistaken, Jason had worked his way down and was now caressing her hyper-sensitive nipples.

I was in two minds about how best to enjoy this; I had the overwhelming urge to wank and my throbbing erection was crying out for attention. On the other hand, I didn't want to waste my resources when Katie would be home in an hour, undoubtedly keen to sit on my face before being reclaimed.

I continued to listen - the phone being in my right hand made wanking properly a challenge in any case (I had made a decision not to put my end on speaker in case a noise beyond my control was made outside or elsewhere in the house when I was under strict instruction to be quiet).

Katie was now making muffled "mmm" sounds while Jason told her she looked spectacular. She would do, given she clearly had his cock in her mouth.

"Don't neglect my balls," he told her, "and you can lick my arse - you did lose that bet."

I don't know what bet they had made but there was no way my Katie was going to put her tongue near a man's arsehole - bums and feet were her no-go zones.

"Oh that's the one you filthy bitch," Jason told her.

"Suck those fucking balls. They're so full for you."

For a brief moment, I thought I was listening to the unthinkable, but she was just licking and sucking his bollocks. His dominant tone with her was only making me more aroused and I could feel drips of pre cum in my underwear.

"Your tongue feels unreal," Jason told her. "But remind me, when we asked those three women at the bar which of us was fittest, what was the result?

"Ha, they all said you," Katie replied.

"And what was the person with fewest votes going to do?" Jason asked.

"Put their tongue in the other one's arse," Katie replied.

"So what are we waiting for?" Jason asked.

Katie didn't respond but Jason's imminent grunts told me what was happening.

"You naughty fucking slut," he told her. "Do you eat your husband's arse like that?"

I was half tempted to interject but a muffled attempt at a no came from Katie as she explored a sex act I knew she hadn't tried before, and had often dismissed when I'd tried to suggest.

I was torn between feeling humiliated and incredibly horny. Then it struck me - the appropriate way to enjoy myself in this situation was by wanking with my wrong hand and ruining my orgasm. It would probably have the added benefit of leaving me enough in the tank to fuck Katie when she got home, too. I began gently fondling my cock with my left hand.

"You're going to make me cum in a minute," Jason muttered, half apologetically. He wouldn't be the first man brought to the finish line prematurely by Katie's skills.

"Fuck me first," she responded. "Where do you want me?"

I didn't hear the position they decided on but Jason was clearly in control as the unmistakable slaps of him rapidly pounding my wife's cunt rang down the phone.

Only a couple of minutes had passed when he asked where she wanted him to cum.

"All over my face and get your phone ready to take pics," Katie ordered. There was 10 seconds or so of what sounded like frantic fumbling and positioning.

"I want you to cover my face," Katie stated. "Give me that cum. Yes."

Jason's loud breathing intensified. Katie let out a half chuckle.

"Mmm," she said. "Have you got enough photos? Can I swallow now?"

Jason laughed. "Go for it. You are an absolute slut."

I was still hard; Jason hadn't lasted long enough for me to cum with my wrong hand. I heard them both go to the bathroom, then assumed I'd hear them dress and say their goodbyes.

"I need to confess something," Jason said. "I know those girls. We have a deal where I buy them a round of drinks any time I introduce them to someone and they all choose me as the answer to that question. They don't know about the bet I make though!"

"Just how many tongues have been in your arse, you tart," Katie's response was more good natured than angry.

"It's not always the same bet," Jason said. "But after the way you snogged me, I knew I needed that tongue action inside me."

"Hmmm, you definitely owe me but I'm not sure what," Katie replied. "I'll have to think about it before our next date."

"You only live 30 minutes away," Jason said. "So you can have another 20 minutes of this one."

"Yeah okay, we can chat for a bit," Katie replied.

"Fuck that," said Jason. "Your husband might be too old to fuck twice but I'm not. If you suck my cock I'll be hard again before you know it."

Katie didn't say anything but before long the muffled moans were back. This guy was good - 30 seconds ago he'd owed her a sexual favour but he'd already redirected the situation to get his cock in her mouth again.

"Superb," Jason said. "I don't often cum from blowjobs but I reckon I'd get close for you."

Jason had clearly identified Katie's competitive streak - as soon as he muttered those words there was no way she was leaving without a second load of cum in her mouth.

He'd also given me a chance to ruin my orgasm while listening in. As Katie sucked his cock, I felt myself getting close. I slowed down in order to try and cum in unison with Jason, but with only sounds to go on that was going to be a challenge.

Occasionally Jason would order Katie to lick or suck his balls, and a good 20 minutes in to this second round it was taking all my will power not to cum. I was one touch away so removed my hand from my boxers.

A couple of minutes later Jason told Katie he was close, and to lick his balls until he was ready to face fuck her to completion. His breathing gradually became heavier with the odd groan - as it had when he came fucking her, but this time in super slow-motion.

Then came the unmistakeable sound of Katie gagging repeatedly. He was throat fucking her. We were close. I put my left hand back on my throbbing cock, with the layer of cotton provided by my boxers offering just enough resistance to stop me blowing my load.

Jason grunted. Katie stopped gagging. "Flood my mouth with your spunk," she ordered. Jason immediately began making the sort of noise a man can only produce during orgasm.

Two firm strokes of my cock and there was now no going back on my own orgasm, but I fought every instinct in my body and took my hand away before I reached it. I whimpered as a few jets of cum began dribbling into my pants, hoping Jason's louder and complete orgasm would drown out the risk of being heard.

Within 30 seconds, Katie ended the call. Moments later a text: "Hope you enjoyed, but not too much! I'm still horny xx"

I quickly tossed the soggy boxers into the laundry, gave my cock a wash and gathered my thoughts while I drank a glass of water.

Katie returned 40 minutes later - there can't have been much small talk as she exited. She removed her top and bra as she entered the bedroom. "Lie back," she ordered. "I want to tell you all about it while I sit on your face. Do a good job and I'll show you the pics he sent while I was driving back - there's so much spunk on my face you won't recognise me in some of them."