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The ringing of the phone woke her from a deep sleep, and interrupted the dream
fantasy she didn’t want to end. She nearly knocked the offending instrument
off the night stand, but when she heard the familiar voice, the haze of slumber
vanished.
"It’s Thursday." The voice, deep and seductive, sent a jolt of electricity through her senses, bringing them into clear, sharp focus.
"Is it?" She laughed seductively.
"Hubby at work?"
"He left about an hour ago."
"And the kids?"
" At school."
"Are you alone?"
"Not anymore."
She closed her eyes and the image of him appeared in her mind. Strong shoulders. Full thick hair. Intense eyes that could be dead serious, or full of playful mischief. Sitting at his desk, his cell phone pressed against his ear. The office door closed, and locked. Ready to play their game that had no rules. He was an expert, a master of the game who didn’t believe in wasting time.
"You’re naked, right?"
Quietly, she removed her nightgown. Even knowing he couldn’t see her, she didn’t want to lie.
"Of course."
"Did I wake you?"
Ok, so one little lie wouldn’t hurt. "No. I’ve been awake for awhile, waiting for you."
"Waiting to feel my tongue between your legs? I bet you’re already wet."
Her fingers slowly began to caress the inside of her thighs, teasing herself along with the sound of his voice. She could feel the warmth starting to grow between her legs and knew he’d already won the bet. She moaned into the phone, letting him know that he knew it also.
"Can you feel me licking your sweet juices, sucking on that little clit of yours, feeling you come in my mouth."
Her index finger was magically, imaginarily transformed into his tongue, as it began to circle the tip of her clitoris. She took some of her own wetness and began moving her fingers over the sides and into her hot, wet cunt, moving deeper and faster, as she obeyed his commands that were being transmitted across the wires. Her fingers were no longer her own. He was in complete control of every part of her body, and even if she’d wanted to resist, she was powerless under his spell.
"I’d like to suck your nipples, get them hard with my tongue."
She held the phone to her ear with the pillow, her hands rubbing against her breasts. Tiny flames blew across her skin as her palms lightly brushed over the tips of her nipples, making them grow hard. A hunger was beginning to swell deep within her. A hunger that was desperate to be satisfied.
"Tell me what you want." His voice took over her will. Words her children would be shocked to hear come from their mommy, now flowed freely from her mouth just as the wetness flowed from between her legs, soaking through the cover, the sheets and even the mattress.
"I want you to fuck me." She was breathing so hard, she could barely speak. She opened the drawer and removed the present he’d given her.
"Not yet." He’d heard her retrieve the toy from its hiding place, and smiled wickedly to himself, as he imagined her lying on the bed, naked, holding the artificial penis in her hand, taking it in her mouth they way she loved to do to him when they were together. But he was not about to let her have her satisfaction that easily, even if she begged him, as he knew she eventually would.
"First, put it in your mouth. Imagine it’s my hard dick fucking you, my cum going down your throat. You love it, don’t you? Tell me."
"Oh....yes. I love it." She repeated his words. Her mind had lost all conscious thought to produce her own.
He heard her sucking the hard plastic, and could feel her lips on his cock, as if she were on her knees in front of him. A few more minutes of listening to her, and he’d be finished. He couldn’t allow that to happen, couldn’t lose his control over the phone or the game would be over. And besides, he wasn’t quite through with her yet.
"Now, rub it on your clit, back and forth. Just enjoy it."
She ached to put it inside her, but her hand would not obey. She’d lost control to him long ago.
"Please, let me do it." She pleaded.
"Ok, but slowly. Just a little." He heard her cry out. "No, I said, just a little."
"Please, don’t stop me." He knew she was no longer listening to him. Nothing he could say at this point would have stopped her from taking the ultimate pleasure from an object that never retreated from the severity of her orgasmic contractions, nor lost its erection. He listened to her uncontrolled cries of pleasure as she took herself to the ultimate heights of ecstasy, and then to her quiet whimpers as she began her slow decent back to sanity. He was listening to her as he slowly, and a little painfully got up from the chair, walked across the room, unlocked the door and left the office.
"That...was...great." She exhaled the words slowly into the phone, and to the man who was standing in the doorway of her bedroom, listening to her breathy voice through the cell phone by his ear.
"So, who needs Viagra?" Her husband smiled playfully as he tossed her the phone before leaving the bedroom and heading back into his office which was located just down the hall.