Phone Call
I was woken by the ring of my mobile, which was on the table next to the bed; I looked at the alarm clock, and its red display read 45 past 2 in the morning. I looked at the phone it was the wife calling. She was out for the evening with a couple of friends, all the same type, happy when being wined, dined, danced and fucked. but not always in that order. However, 2 of the 3 had settled down a little (my wife included, I thought) and lived for the occasional night out, talking about old times, etc.
I answered the phone, and my wife shouted at me, saying her card had been declined when the 3 of us decided to pay up at the bar's closing, and I needed to talk to the bar manager. Without further words from her, a man's voice, calm and professional, asked if I would pay over the phone a third of the drinks-dinner bill. I could not say no without seeming petty, so I reached for my wallet and reeled off the 16-digit number and the other usual stuff. It was a heavy night even for these 3, over £300 just her share.
While I waited for the card to be authorised, I overheard my wife talking to her friend about needing the toilet before they got a cab back; her friend agreed. The club, I assumed, was getting empty, as I knew it closed at 2. The bar manager eventually told me the card had been authorised and handed back the phone to the wife. With a curt thanks from her, I put the phone down, expecting the connection to be lost. However, I could still hear everything; she must have just slipped the phone into her bag without ending the call. I put the phone on speakerphone and thought about recording it to embarrass her later.
The conversation between the 2 girls on the way to the toilet was typical. One guy, in particular, seemed to be the favourite topic, who apparently had shown how big his cock might have been when my wife had ground her arse into his crotch during one of the many dances; it appeared that he had eventually gone off with someone else. (lucky me).
The girls were in the bathroom, having navigated a flight of stairs, no mean feat in the heels and the condition they were in, I heard the wife open a stall door, bag drop to the floor, sigh and then I heard a stream of piss into the bowl, all the while talking to her friend whom I assume was either doing the same thing or standing in the stall waiting for the wife to finish.
I must have had a microsleep, you know when you just can't stay awake, because next, I heard the four voices, 2 males had joined the girls in the toilet, my wife was talking over the male voices in a, don't tell me what to do voice (one I hear a lot) telling them that her friend was still in the toilet and hadn't finished and even though security needed to clear the building (I assumed that's who these guys were) a few minutes would not make any difference. At that, the security decided there was no point in arguing and started chatting with my wife about her evening. After some social banter, which included the story about the dances, one of the guys suggested that my wife could show her the moves.
The toilet flushed, and the door opened. I heard my wife's friend ask what the fuck was going on, and my wife told her that this guy's cock through the trouser material was bigger than the one earlier, and she should try it. The phone went quiet for a bit, and I thought that I had lost the signal, but no, the next thing I heard was one of the males, telling one of the girls to get his cock out as it was hard as rock and needed to be free from his trousers. It seemed unreal. I then heard my wife almost plead with the guy to fuck her, and the guy told her to bend over the sink and lift her skirt above her waist. My wife moaned. I’ve heard that moan before, when she is entered for the first time, which was unmistakable. I also heard my wife's friend telling her new friend to stuff her cunt with his cock.
The sounds coming from the phone were incredible; the women were talking like sluts, telling the guys to pump their pussy’s hard and fast, while the guys were laughing and telling the girls how wet their cunts were. I then realised I had a boner as hard as iron, and when I pulled my pants down, the foreskin was tight around the big purple head. I pulled the foreskin down, and precum started to leak from my knob end. I gripped my cock and started to wank, all the while listening to the grunting and the "oh fuck" "oh fuck" and "harder" "harder" instructions from the girls at the other end of the phone.
My wife makes a low growl when she's about to cum. This is what I heard next: not to be outdone, my wife's friend was saying she was gonna cum over the cock in her cunt. My bollocks were about to release when I heard my wife say stop (about 15 minutes too late, you might say) and tell her cock to fill her mouth with his spunk, rather than her cunt. I heard several grunts, and a few sloppy sucking sounds later, I could only imagine that the guy had indeed filled my wife's mouth with his cum. I gather from the remaining conversations that her friend had been creampie and spunk was running down her leg.
I could not hold back my own ejaculation and came in thick wads of spunk, unfortunately, only covering my belly, cock and hand. By the time I had recovered, I could hear the footsteps of the girls up the stairs from the toilets, with the guys in tow, asking when they might get another after-hours treat. I ended the call in case she needed to call for a cab.
An hour or so later, I heard the front door open. Walking into the bedroom, the wife throws her clothes on the floor, climbs in beside me and reaches down to my cock and starts to play with it.
I could smell the cum mixed with the booze and cigs on her breath, and my cock started to get hard.
Baby, she whispered, you awake. Her hand cupped my bollocks, and her head went down my belly. Seconds later, her mouth covered my bellend, and she sucked it hard.
My hand went over her back and down her sweaty arse crack, and she moved to give access. Her juices had covered her thighs and stuck the fine hairs together, pushing my hand in further. My fingers parted her cunt lips and probed her hole, which was hot and sticky. She rode my fingers as her juices covered them. My other hand pushed her head further down my cock, making her gag.
It was too much for me, and I spunked in her mouth, letting go of her head. Her face appeared, and she kissed me. She fell asleep with her heavy tits squashed against my chest and her pussy leaking on my thigh.
I answered the phone, and my wife shouted at me, saying her card had been declined when the 3 of us decided to pay up at the bar's closing, and I needed to talk to the bar manager. Without further words from her, a man's voice, calm and professional, asked if I would pay over the phone a third of the drinks-dinner bill. I could not say no without seeming petty, so I reached for my wallet and reeled off the 16-digit number and the other usual stuff. It was a heavy night even for these 3, over £300 just her share.
While I waited for the card to be authorised, I overheard my wife talking to her friend about needing the toilet before they got a cab back; her friend agreed. The club, I assumed, was getting empty, as I knew it closed at 2. The bar manager eventually told me the card had been authorised and handed back the phone to the wife. With a curt thanks from her, I put the phone down, expecting the connection to be lost. However, I could still hear everything; she must have just slipped the phone into her bag without ending the call. I put the phone on speakerphone and thought about recording it to embarrass her later.
The conversation between the 2 girls on the way to the toilet was typical. One guy, in particular, seemed to be the favourite topic, who apparently had shown how big his cock might have been when my wife had ground her arse into his crotch during one of the many dances; it appeared that he had eventually gone off with someone else. (lucky me).
The girls were in the bathroom, having navigated a flight of stairs, no mean feat in the heels and the condition they were in, I heard the wife open a stall door, bag drop to the floor, sigh and then I heard a stream of piss into the bowl, all the while talking to her friend whom I assume was either doing the same thing or standing in the stall waiting for the wife to finish.
I must have had a microsleep, you know when you just can't stay awake, because next, I heard the four voices, 2 males had joined the girls in the toilet, my wife was talking over the male voices in a, don't tell me what to do voice (one I hear a lot) telling them that her friend was still in the toilet and hadn't finished and even though security needed to clear the building (I assumed that's who these guys were) a few minutes would not make any difference. At that, the security decided there was no point in arguing and started chatting with my wife about her evening. After some social banter, which included the story about the dances, one of the guys suggested that my wife could show her the moves.
The toilet flushed, and the door opened. I heard my wife's friend ask what the fuck was going on, and my wife told her that this guy's cock through the trouser material was bigger than the one earlier, and she should try it. The phone went quiet for a bit, and I thought that I had lost the signal, but no, the next thing I heard was one of the males, telling one of the girls to get his cock out as it was hard as rock and needed to be free from his trousers. It seemed unreal. I then heard my wife almost plead with the guy to fuck her, and the guy told her to bend over the sink and lift her skirt above her waist. My wife moaned. I’ve heard that moan before, when she is entered for the first time, which was unmistakable. I also heard my wife's friend telling her new friend to stuff her cunt with his cock.
The sounds coming from the phone were incredible; the women were talking like sluts, telling the guys to pump their pussy’s hard and fast, while the guys were laughing and telling the girls how wet their cunts were. I then realised I had a boner as hard as iron, and when I pulled my pants down, the foreskin was tight around the big purple head. I pulled the foreskin down, and precum started to leak from my knob end. I gripped my cock and started to wank, all the while listening to the grunting and the "oh fuck" "oh fuck" and "harder" "harder" instructions from the girls at the other end of the phone.
My wife makes a low growl when she's about to cum. This is what I heard next: not to be outdone, my wife's friend was saying she was gonna cum over the cock in her cunt. My bollocks were about to release when I heard my wife say stop (about 15 minutes too late, you might say) and tell her cock to fill her mouth with his spunk, rather than her cunt. I heard several grunts, and a few sloppy sucking sounds later, I could only imagine that the guy had indeed filled my wife's mouth with his cum. I gather from the remaining conversations that her friend had been creampie and spunk was running down her leg.
I could not hold back my own ejaculation and came in thick wads of spunk, unfortunately, only covering my belly, cock and hand. By the time I had recovered, I could hear the footsteps of the girls up the stairs from the toilets, with the guys in tow, asking when they might get another after-hours treat. I ended the call in case she needed to call for a cab.
An hour or so later, I heard the front door open. Walking into the bedroom, the wife throws her clothes on the floor, climbs in beside me and reaches down to my cock and starts to play with it.
I could smell the cum mixed with the booze and cigs on her breath, and my cock started to get hard.
Baby, she whispered, you awake. Her hand cupped my bollocks, and her head went down my belly. Seconds later, her mouth covered my bellend, and she sucked it hard.
My hand went over her back and down her sweaty arse crack, and she moved to give access. Her juices had covered her thighs and stuck the fine hairs together, pushing my hand in further. My fingers parted her cunt lips and probed her hole, which was hot and sticky. She rode my fingers as her juices covered them. My other hand pushed her head further down my cock, making her gag.
It was too much for me, and I spunked in her mouth, letting go of her head. Her face appeared, and she kissed me. She fell asleep with her heavy tits squashed against my chest and her pussy leaking on my thigh.
27 days ago
