Have you ever had an accidental encounter that fuels your desire, one that leads you to do something completely beyond your imagination or experience? I did once and it led to a series of remarkable experiences that, until I found this site, I was unsure that others had tried, let alone enjoyed. I liked listening on the phone to my ex-wife getting fucked.
Claire was a voluptuous Cuban in her 30's. Dark hair, dark eyes, large dark nipples and a full C cup, Claire looked like a 7 or an 8, but she sucked and fucked like a 10. Back in Miami after her divorce, she was living on her own and seeing the Panamanian (see my other stories). He would visit her every few weeks to get his fill of chucha cubana and conduct business. When she wasn't fucking him she was fucking me, her boss, and any other stiff dick she fancied.
Though we lived in different cities and had been divorced for a few years, we spoke regularly and saw each other once a month. The Panamanian didn't care for me and he was quite jealous of his time with her. I too was jealous and wanted to hear all the details of their times together.
One Wednesday I called to speak with Claire. She was on her way to the airport and couldn't speak long. She was picking up the Panamanian. I knew that the first day of his visit was always the most intense for her; they would fuck several times and she would often call in sick the next day because of the late night of fucking. Not to mention that her pussy would be sore and she needed the rest.
For some reason, I had to call. I was driving home and rang her on my cell phone. The first time the phone went into voice mail. The second time someone answered and hung up. The third time, however, was different.
Someone answered the phone and I waited for a voice. I could hear sounds in the background. There was no one on the other end of the line. Claire and the Panamanian were sharing small talk and I could hear as she mixed another batch of martinis. In a little while, they moved to the couch and it sounded as though someone moved the phone over to couch. I figured later that it was the Panamanian.
Over the talking I could hear a lighter, followed by inhaling. I knew that the Panamanian smoked cigarettes. Later, I heard that they were sharing a joint. In a little while, Claire's speech slowed and she spoke simply, using fewer multi-syllabic words. Her drunken, little-girl voice always made me slam my cock into her harder when I heard it. I was wishing I was there to do the same now.
The Panamanian began quizzing Claire on the men that she had slept with after her divorce. He wanted to know when and he wanted to know about their cocks. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Claire, in that baby's voice, told the Panamanian that her first boyfriend had a small cock. He asked her about mine and she responded, "It was average, you know, but not as big as yours."
"And Paul", the Panamanian asked. Paul was a Canadian she used to fuck before we dated and after we divorced. "Oh, his cock was long, but very thin. Not thick like yours."
"When did you fuck him last?" He asked. "In November of last year", she replied. "How many times did you fuck him?"
"When?"
