The Phone Call...A True Story
I ran to the phone as soon as I heard it ringing. I had been expecting this call for a couple of days now. To say I was excited was an understatement. The call was from Sofia. She and I had been having a relationship for the last several years. She is a beautiful 5'2 Hispanic beauty with large breasts and a great looking ass. She is also 20 yrs younger than I am.
I am 46 yrs old and an executive for a large government agency. Although we are both married, we began our relationship prior to her getting married. I was actually hoping that we would begin to slow down after she got married.
The fact is that the opposite happened. We are seeing each other more now than when she was single. I must admit that it does give me a power trip knowing that I am having someone's wife whenever I wanted. Yes, I know how that sounds, but it's the truth.
I've actually pushed the envelope so much that I actually have become friends with her husband and actually promoted him to work in my department. Don't ask. I'm not sure what I was thinking...
Our relationship is a very physical one and we spend lot of time experimenting in different ways as well as discussing our fantasies and desires with each other. Sofia knows that one of my great turn on's is her describing her past sexual escapades. What she was thinking during the actual event, how did she react. What she felt afterwards, all these details really turned me on. She soon learned how to push my buttons. Which leads me back to the phone call.
About two months ago, Sofia, her husband and I were having a couple beers at a Ice House in Houston when Bill, her brother in law stopped by. He had been in town and had called his brother to see if they could hook up for a drink or two. That's how we all ended up here at the Ice House. It was a relatively short night with everyone having just a few beers before calling it a night.
The next day, talking to Sofia, I mentioned to her that Bill seemed to have the hots for her. That he seemed to be trying to sneak a peek. She had been wearing a halter top and lose fitting shorts. Sofia just laugh and said sarcastically "yea right."
"No, I'm not joking. He had that look of lust in his eyes. I bet if he ever got the chance he would try to fuck you." I responded.
"NO WAY!" she shriek. "He's not even good looking and besides he's my brother in law. I wouldn't go there with him. My life is already too complicated with just you."
We stopped discussing the topic and nothing was said again.... until two weeks ago.
Sofia came by my office and mentioned that she was being sent out of town to a training seminar in South Texas. The seminar just happened to be in the same town that Bill lived. In fact, when she told her husband about the seminar, he told her that she should stay at his brother and sister- in- law's house. Although the hotel room was paid for by the agency, he knew that his brother and sister-in-law would never even think about her not staying with them. He even volunteered to call his brother and let him know about the trip.
My mind began to work overtime. I spent the next several days before she left reminding her about what I had mentioned earlier about Bill. I finally got her to agree to a bet.
I told her that if nothing happened while on her trip that I would take her on trip of our own and allow her time to go shopping, which she loves to do. Although I was married my work dictated that I travel quite a bit and it was not unusual for me to be gone sometimes for long periods and on weekends as well.
On the other hand, if something did happened she had to first tell me all the details, and she would then allow me to set up a threesome which was one of my fantasies and she would have to go along with it. She wasn't into threesome and had turned me down on several occasions.
The fact that she was so sure that she would win the bet, she agreed to it. She was to leave for the training on Tuesday morning and return on Friday evening. She was to call me every evening at our set time and give me a update on how things were going.
And here it was, Friday Morning and she was calling me at the office for the first time since she left.....
I picked up the phone, "hello?"
"Hi" she said.
I knew her voice in an instant and it sounded apologetic, defeated and on the verge of tears, all at the same time.
"I'm so sorry for not calling earlier...but you were right... I still can't fucking believe it but you were right. I don't know what I'm going to do." She rambled on the phone.
"Wait a minute, what are you talking about. I'm right about what?" I was pushing for information.
"Tell me what happened. Did you let Bill fuck you? Is that why you haven't called before today? you gotta tell me what..."
She interrupted me and said "Not now, I just can't right now , besides, I'm calling during our break and we're getting ready to go back into the class room. I will call you tonight, okay?" she asked waiting for a reply.
I wasn't sure what just happened. "What do you mean you will call me tonight? I thought you were coming back tonight?" I asked demanding a reply.
Sofia said that Bill had called his brother earlier that morning and told him that him and his wife were going to a festival on Saturday and wanted Sofia to joined them. She didn't know he had called and asked. Her husband had replied innocently that he didn't have a problem with her staying until Sunday.
She informed me that she was taken back a little when her husband had mentioned that he had talked to his brother and didn't have a problem with her staying. He told her that she didn't have to have his brother call for her and that she could have asked herself.
She told me that she wasn't planning on staying and had intended to leave on Friday but she was now concerned that if she left before Sunday her husband would want to know why and she couldn't tell him. She then told me that they were hollering for her that the break was over and said bye and hung up.
My mind was racing. I was sure that Bill had fucked her. But I wanted... no I needed to know the when, where, how, and all the other details. It was going to be a long day waiting for the phone call tonight.
Well, I didn't get that phone call that evening.
It was Sunday night when my phone rang. It was around 11:30pm. "I'm sorry" was all she could say. I didn't say anything for a couple of minutes and she finally asked "aren't you going to talk to me. I said I was sorry. Please say something." She pleaded.
Gathering my thoughts, I said that I know that you fucked Bill and I really don't have a problem with that, but I have a problem with you not calling me when you said you would. Before I could say another word, she interrupted me and said " I can explain. Please let me tell you what happen. Okay?"
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