It looked like being just another dull day at the office as I sat at my desk, working my way through a pile of paper and wishing I could have stayed at home.
I’d left early that morning to get a good start on the day, leaving my wife sleeping. We’d both been so busy that we’d had no sex for a week or more, and as she lay there face down on the bed, panties drawn tight across her backside and the gentle round of her breast pressed against the mattress, I had to fight down the urge to wake her and fuck her hard and fast, and not necessarily in that order. She had the day off and planned to spend it lazily, the lucky bitch, but I had another full day ahead of me.
I could feel the weight of the come in my balls as I carried on checking reports and doing all the regular dull stuff that comes with the job, wishing that I could have spent the day at home with Jackie, with my cock upside her and her cunt clamping hard.
When the phone rang, I picked it up distractedly because I was still half concentrating on the report I was checking, but the caller soon had my attention.
“I’ve got my fingers on my clit and my cunt is sopping wet,” said the voice on the line, and despite the husky sounds of excitement I instantly recognised Jackie.
I mumbled a confused greeting, because this just wasn’t like her, but she just carried on talking.
“I’ve been playing with my tits for long enough, now I’ve got to sort out my aching crack,” she said. “I wish I had a big firm cock here now, so that I could suck it and stick it in me and ride it until I came. But my fingers will just have to do, yeah, just like that. My clit’s up for it, oh, can you see me, can you see me with my legs wide apart and my fingers working on my bush, huh? I bet you want to get your cock out under the desk and toss yourself off, yeah? I bet you want to spill that spunk over the office carpet, when really you want to toss it all over my tits, don’t you.”
I was shocked at first, because Jackie had never given any indication that she was into phone sex and had never seemed that comfortable with talking dirty – but I soon put that behind me as my dick grew harder and her talk grew more intense.
I couldn’t risk unzipping my trousers and freeing my aching rod – my office walls were full glass and too many people would have seen. I couldn’t even join in because my door was open and my sharp-eared secretary was only a few feet away.
So my cock stayed pinned in my pants and my lip stayed zipped as Jackie continued to talk me through her morning masturbation, building up to a frenzied climax.
“You know I’m on the mobile,” she said breathlessly. “I’ve got five fingers on the phone and five fingers up my pussy. Yeah, now listen to this, baby.”
Her voice faded into the background as a rasping, rushing sound filled my ear. Jesus, she was wanking off using the phone! What I could hear was the mouthpiece rubbing over her clit, with her frantic moans filtering through.
She didn’t seem to be talking to me any more, and I had listened enough – to hell with work, I needed to plant my penis somewhere warm and welcoming. I quickly rearranged my stiff soldier in my pants so that I could walk out of the office without raising comment, told my secretary that I’d been called to deal with a family emergency – well, I wasn’t lying – and headed home.
When I turned the key in the front door I could hear Jackie on the phone, but by this time the mouthpiece had moved from between her legs and back to her mouth. She seemed to be in the middle of a long girl to girl talk about this, that and the other, and although she waved a welcome she indicated that she wanted to finish the call. Well, if that was what she wanted, fair enough – but as she sat back on the sofa, white panties showing beneath a short black skirt and skimpy top struggling to contain her breasts, there was something I wanted as well.
My first move was to her tits, my hands slipping up under the tee shirt and pulling down the cups of her bra so that they spilled out tight and proud. She crossly tried to move away, but first my fingers and then my lips urgently sought out her nipples as she did her best to continue the phone conversation.
“Yes, Aunt Carol, of course we’re looking forward to seeing you,” she said pointedly, so that I would know who was on the line. Her Aunt Carol is a prim old widow who regularly comes for the weekend – but Jackie always goes out of her way to be polite and proper in her company, and would never break off a phone call with a rushed excuse just because her husband was home and horny.
But I paid no attention, moving from her tits and down, pulling off her panties in one smooth motion and revealing her cunt, still sodden from her call to me less than an hour before.
I set to with a will, licking her out and drinking in her delicious cunt smell as she did her best to carry on idle chit chat with her favourite aunt. She had to work hard, though, because from the way she was pushing up on to my tongue it was clear that she had more than half a mind on what I was doing to her clit.
When I could sense that she was close to coming, I pulled away, and as she stared at me in concern I took one of her hands and placed it between her legs, gesturing that she should finish the job.
Almost lazily her fingers went to work, but all the time she managed to continue her side of the phone conversation, although by now it was mostly ‘un-huh’ and ‘I see’ as Carol seemed to be doing most of the talking.
Jackie spread out before me, her tits bursting out of her bra and her fingers stroking away in her sodden bush, made my cock throb even harder, if that were possible. I quickly pulled off my trousers and boxers and watched her eyes follow my engorged dick as it sprang to full attention.
I kneeled beside her on the sofa, my cock as close to her lips as I could get it, and made it clear what her next move should be.
Looking me straight in the eye, she said: ‘Before I go, Carol, can you just give me the recipe for that cheesecake we had the last time we came to visit? Jim enjoyed every mouthful.’
The horny little bitch put a special stress on the word mouthful, and as Carol presumably went off to look for the recipe book she swooped and slurped my rock hard cock into her mouth in a single motion.
The velvet touch of her tongue and the frustrations of the past few days made me realise that it wouldn’t be long before I emptied my sack, but Jackie’s frenzied fingering of her cunt started to slacken as she concentrated on the job in hand.
Carol apparently came back with the recipe, and started to read it out, because Jackie broke off from her blow job every few seconds to confirm a measure or an ingredient. Finally she pulled her bra and top clear of her gorgeous tits, and lay back on the sofa idly playing with her nipples.
“And how much cream do you need with that recipe, Carol?” she said, with a wicked little smile on her face.
I grabbed my aching cock, gave it two or three firm strokes and felt my come rush up the stalk, spurting in great gobs over her waiting bosom.
Jackie dipped a finger in the sticky goo, lifted it to her lips and sucked it down. “A full pint, you say. Well, that certainly sounds delicious.”
I sat back on the sofa, my erection subsiding as Jackie continued to wind up her phone call to her prim and proper Aunt Carol.
Almost absent mindedly she massaged the pearls of my spunk into her taut breasts and flat belly, and then let her fingers drift down to her love tunnel. It was clear she was still aching for satisfaction, and determined to achieve her climax one way or another.
The sight aroused me again almost instantly, because seeing my wife masturbate had always been one of my unspoken fantasies. She had always had a healthy appetite for sex, so I assumed she did see to herself from time to time, but she didn’t have a vibrator or a dildo that I knew about and I’d never half-woken in the middle of the night to sense my wife beside me frigging herself. I figured that if she was shy about it, there was no sense in forcing it out of her when she was almost always up for fun when we had the opportunity.
As her legs spread wider, I dropped down between the thighs running with her cunt juice and went to work.
For all she had tried to keep her voice cool and controlled during her earlier exchanges with Carol, she was struggling now as she neared her peak.
More than once Carol must have sensed something out of the ordinary and questioned Jackie, because she answered: “No, I’m perfectly fine, just a little short of breath” or “I think it’s a touch of cramp in my leg” as my busy tongue and fingers continued to work on her clit and the thrusts from her pelvis became more and more insistent.
Finally she could take it no more, and I heard her exclaim: “Oh, there’s someone at the door” and say a hurried goodbye to Carol before adding “Yes, yes, I’m coming!” before finally putting down the phone.
“So you think so, do you,” I grinned, lifting my lips smeared with pussy juice up from between her legs.
“I must, you’ve got to…” she groaned.
“Not until you tell me why my wife is suddenly a superslut,” I replied, grabbing hold of her wrist and preventing her from burying her own fingers back in her saturated, aching cunt.
“What do you mean?” Jackie asked, defensively.
“You know,” I said. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. The phone call to the office certainly got my attention, and for all I know you really were tossing yourself off at the other end of the line – it certainly sounded like it. But we’ve been married five years and you’ve never shown me this side of yourself. Seeing you masturbate is the horniest thing I’ve ever seen, and I loved the way you made me spunk over your tits. But why now? What’s happened?
“Nothing, I just thought it would be fun,” she said, lamely. “Rubbish. You know what I think? I think some other guy has been giving you lessons, and you just wanted to bring me up to speed.
“That’s just not true,” she protested. “There’s nobody else, you should know that.”
“Then where did you get all these new ideas, and don’t tell me you read it in a magazine.”
She pouted, rubbing her legs together in an attempt to keep her buzz going until she could get herself properly finished.
“Well, if you must know, I was talking to Lydia and the subject of sex fantasies came up. She told me how they can really lift a relationship, and we talked about what might get you going and decided that a little obscene phone call might get your attention.”
“Lydia, I might have known,” I snorted. Jackie is a pert blonde of average height with stand-up tits and a nicely rounded backside, with shoulder-length curly hair that starts to straighten out when it’s drenched in sweat. It was getting pretty moist now, just like the curly hair around her snatch.
But Lydia is altogether different, a sleek half-caste woman with incredible cheekbones and a sculpted body that she loves to display in tight-fitting clothes. She has been a work colleague and a friend to Jackie for just over a year, but I had never really taken to her – she seemed to have a very superior attitude and always kept her distance when she came to our house.
She’s not quite as tall as me, but that didn’t stop her looking down her nose at me whenever she got the chance. In fact, I had my suspicions that she was gay, but had never seen anything to back up that guess.
“What do you mean?” said Jackie, sitting up and ready to defend her friend.
“Well, if you don’t know by now,” I said, ready to run with an idea that was brewing in my brain.
“What?”
“If you ask me, she wasn’t trying to help you spice up your love life with me,” I said, letting my fingers once again slip into position on her clit, and feeling her instantly respond.
