A Fun Video Call Pt 03

I suggest you read parts 1 and 2, but it's not necessary.

I dropped to the floor, wrapping one arm around Sondra's shoulders and pulling her down with me. I rolled on top of her, my legs pinning her hips. I could see the hunger in her eyes as I smirked.

"So, you say your breasts are sensitive?"

I slid down and started licking her tits once more.

"What? Baby ... what are you ... oh fuck."

I lapped up my cum and her sweat, swallowing it all. I sucked at the nipples until she was crying out again, begging me to let her cum. My hands and tongue and teeth making love to every inch of her breasts.

My cock was already rock hard again. "I love tasting you, Sondra. Now I want to fuck you. I want to drag my cock against your clit and feel your cunt flexing as you cum. Oh, baby, let me fuck you."

The dirty talk did the trick. Her body writhing as she screamed, Sondra clutched me in her arms. I cradled her tightly, feeling her body shake against me.

But her noises had changed. The excited cries and hoarse breathing had given way to a soft sobbing. I turned her face to look at me.

"Sondra, why are you crying? What's wrong, baby?"

She sniffled before finding her voice. "I want to fuck you. I want to feel that big cock inside me, but I can't. I promised."

"You promised? You promised who, your husband? Tom is far away. He left you here alone. He never has to know."

She shook her head. "It's too late for that."

Her arm flailed upwards, pointing to the table where the laptop screen was open, now facing us. On it was Tom; sitting far enough back that I could see he was naked on a hotel room bed. Several wadded tissues were scattered on the sheets around his pale butt.

"Hello, my friend. And thank you. Sondra, you were wonderful."

She wiped her tears. "Was I?"

"Were you? Damn, baby. He was so hot for you that he stood there fucking your fantastic tits! He was so horny that he drank his stinking cum right off your chest. Sondra, you are the best wife a man could ask for."

"Am I, really?"

"You don't need me to tell you that. Watch the recording. Or better yet, I can be home in 20 minutes and we'll watch it together."

I blinked as his words started to sink in. "20 minutes?"

"Oh, yeah. There was no business trip. I'm at a cheapo motel in Wolf Creek."

I had to ask. "But if you wanted this kind of three-way, why not just ask me? Did you think I was so narrow-minded? So prudish? Even after talking to the other Dallas School Girls?"

"That was Sondra's idea."

Sondra was still sitting on the floor. Her hair was stuck all across her face. Her breasts were bright red with the beginnings of tiny bruises dotted about. Her legs were spread, ignobly exposing her dripping cunt.

I challenged her. "Sondra's idea?"

She nodded, wiping the last of the tears.

"I was afraid you'd turn us down. That my fat ugly ass would scare you away. That Tom's tiny dick would embarrass you, or worse, you'd make fun of him. I figured if we started with a long tease, you'd have a chance to leave. No questions asked. Or get caught up in it and join the fun." Sondra shivered with a tiny aftershock. "Which you did."

"That's what you meant when you said you had it all worked out. The computer, the timing, the seduction, the sexy talk, even the placement of the fucking chairs. It wasn't for my benefit. It was for Tom's."

Sondra nodded.

"And then?"

"Then you said you wanted to fuck me."

Tom spoke up, drawing out the single word. "Buuuut ...?"

"But I had promised Tom I wouldn't do that with you. It was his one condition to going ahead with this. But when I saw your big dick and felt your hot cum shoot across my chest and you licked it up in a way that homophobic Tom would never do and you said you wanted to fuck me and my clit started screaming for attention and my cunt was so wet all over again."

Her emotions boiled over. She stood up, her massive, beautiful, powerful, naked body towering over Tom on the little screen.

"I hate you, Tom. I hate that you will fantasize about eating me, but never do it. I hate that you brag to your friends what a stud you are then barely fuck me with your tiny dick. His God damn fingers are bigger than your dick. I hate that you only last five strokes before you cum, then tell me it's because I'm a fat slob! I bet he would stay hard and help me cum. I bet he'd keep going until I cum and cum and ... FUCK YOU, TOM!"

Sondra grabbed the laptop and threw it across the room. It smashed against the brick fireplace.

I waited. Then...

"Sondra?"

She turned to me, her face still red and contorted by anger.

"I'm very sorry this worked out how it did."

She was trembling. "You're not mad?"

"Yeah. Of course. But I meant what I said. Don't ever let anyone tell you that you're anything less than spectacular. And maybe it doesn't need to be said, but I loved licking your sexy puss. I loved making you feel good. And you made me feel fantastic."

A sad smile turned the corners of her mouth. "Even if it was under false pretenses."

I started gathering my clothes. "I better give you some time. It sounds like you and Tom have a lot of things to settle; a lot of baggage to sort out. But if you make the break and find you need company, I would still love to fuck you."

With half a laugh, she ran into my arms and started sobbing again. I tried to ignore her wonderful breasts pressed wide across my chest. I stroked her hair and shh'd quietly.

She lifted her face, once again wiping away tears.

"Do you think Janice's husband can recommend a good divorce lawyer?"

"I would not be surprised."