With my wife attending grad school halfway across the country phone sex was often the closest we came to being intimate for months at a time but managing the phone, masturbation and exchanging links via IM was quite a chore. So I couldn't honestly say the bluetooth headset I'd given my wife for Christmas wasn't a bit self-serving but for the first few weeks of the term my wife had been too preoccupied with her thesis to even set it up. It was only today, several days after she'd turned in a rough draft, that she'd bothered to figure it out so we could chat while she did the dishes.
At first we just caught up with each other but when Joyce mentioned that a friend of hers was thinking of accepting an offer to strip for a friend's brother's bachelor party the conversation quickly became more sexual.
Sensing how aroused my wife was I told her, "Go step in front of the sliding glass door take off your shirt just like you would if you were performing at that bachelor party."
"Ok," came the breathy reply.
"Make sure you run your hands over your body," I said, "guys like it when you look at them and touch yourself."
"I'm squeezing my breasts now," my wife replied.
"Good, now practice slipping out of your skirt. Make sure you wriggle your ass and hips."
"I'm squeezing my breasts now," Joyce explained an image of my sexy half-asian girlfriend in just her bra and panties leaping to mind.
"Eep," Joyce squeaked, "the guys from across the way are looking at me."
"Good," I said suddenly feeling rock hard, "look back at them and undo your bra."
"Yes, Luke," Joyce said meekly.
