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Mallory posted an update in the group
Your Fantasies 12 years, 2 months ago I worked late tonight, knowing that I would be coming home to an empty bed. I check my cell phone again to see if you left me a message. Nothing. It has been the whole two days. Nothing. Until a couple of hours later, after I had a little dinner, showered, and got into bed. My cell phone, at long last, utters a sound. Finally, a sign of life, a text.
{Hi, Sweetheart. I want you to cum for me tonight by phone.}
I smile and almost said “YAY, phone sex!!” out loud.
{I want you to put on my t-shirt and nothing else.}
I practically jumped out of bed pulling off my nightie and getting the shirt from your closet.
{I will call the house phone at 10pm. I want you to answer it with the speaker button.}
Pulling off my panties. Speaker? What??
{You will only listen after that. No noise, don’t make a sound. Just listen.}I got back into bed and text you back. {What do you mean? I don’t understand. Aren’t we going to have phone sex? I want phone sex.} I wait; you do not text back. I look at the time now. Another half hour before it is 10pm. I close my eyes and smile as I wonder what naughty game you have in store for us. I drifted off to a light sleep when the phone rang. I jerk and roll over to push the speaker button on the phone on my nightstand as you instructed. I almost answered but remembered.
I hear your voice, “Let’s go to my room, I’m on a higher floor,” followed by what I thought is a female voice, “ok.” Frowning, confused, then I just hear scuffling sounds of fabric. I am sitting up fully on the bed now, staring at the phone. A loud gasp escapes my mouth as I hear you again, a good number of minutes later, “Here we are…….God, I’ve forgotten how hot you are.” I bring my fist up to my mouth and bit down on it; my heart is pounding hard. My chest constricts; then I start breathing again, hard. I hear her murmuring. I realize you are kissing.
I have not previously ever conceived so vividly the stripping, peeling away, tearing off, and strewing of clothes as I listen to the rustling sounds of fabric, crash of belt buckle, parting of the teeth down the zipper, the fall of shoes, and the clink of your cufflinks. I am shaking all over and I hug myself to steady the tremors ripping through my body and heart. My arms pressed against my nipples, beaded into hard, long eraser heads, tingling with lust. My legs, bent and pressed together, only to emit from between, the flow of my wetness.
Against the backdrop of crumbling onto a bed, rippling and rustling of crisp bed linens, groaning of mattress springs, I hear the shuffling of bodies, gasping breaths, and the wet sound of lips separating. A woman is moaning your name, over and over again. I am also chanting your name in whispers as I slide back down on our bed and my hands slide down my body. My fingers caressing myself as I listen to your wet lappings and the waves of her moans. Somewhere in my rational brain I am thinking that sure, we’ve discussed this fantasy but not more than that. She groans about only your mouth knows how something, tells you to put your fingers in. Who is she?? I feel beads of sweat fall along my face. I am burning up from the heat. I hear you again, “I can spend all night eating you up. Relish you, my darling little slut.” My emotions take a skydive plunge into turmoil and angst that simultaneously fuel my skyrocketing salacious lust. My hands caressing, lips swelling and parting, hips rocking, fingers penetrating. I keep pace with her crescendo cries. Then she screams your name and I flinch, jerking my face hard into the pillow screaming out the release of my own climax.
I must have been whimpering for five minutes before sounds and voices register in my brain. You’ve made my complement whimper like you do me. I hear her “inside……inside…..” and the shifting of bodies and weight. I hear her transitory claim to whom I thought is mine. I thought I am simmering down but I start panting again as your familiar growl and grunt transmit through the phone. I am hearing you enter her. Your wondrous gasps. Forcible exhalation like you are pushing into tightness. You say something; a state of astonishment. I hear the start of your name then she is cut off. Your joint moans muffled and mixed together, not escaping your sealed lips. Languid movements slowly creaking, then replaced by vigorous, dynamic rhythms pummeling against a wall. My limbic brain takes over, coiling and intensifying my lust and emotions. I cannot tell what part of me is speeding up and what part is trying to slow down to keep tempo with you. Frantic heaving starts broadcasting over the speaker and my silence give away to my own labored breathing. She cries out your name in a drawn out slur with your voice urging and mixing in the slur. I know that particular downward inflection of your voice. I am desperate for my own explosive end as I work myself frenzied but in sync with the lowering of the pitch of your voice, the slowing but louder creaking, and the growls vibrating from your throat as your orgasm resonate into her. You have never more thoroughly and intensely fucked me than you have tonight, from clear across the other end of the country.
Super WOW! There is something about the image of a woman freshly showered, dressed in a nighty, missing her man, thinking about sex, and in a languorous haze! No joke, there are not many settings/images that are able to produce such a strong, almost instantaneous state of arousal for me. Then to be unexpectedly relegated to the role of a voyeur, to eavesdrop on your partner having an intimate encounter with another woman, discerning that they are former lovers (just how former being one of the many questions racing through your mind?!?) and marvelling at how aroused you have become despite whatever confusion, questions, anxieties and frustrations such a scenario would undoubtedly raise. I loved every awkward moment of it. Thanks for sharing…
TORTURE!