Her Ex Over the Phone
“Hey babe, what’s up?”
“Hiiiiiii,” she said, her voice less of a slur and more of a moan. It was a sound that was intimately familiar. Achingly so.
“Where are you?”
“He asked me up for a drink after dinner.”
The phone felt heavy in my hand as I lay back on our bed. When she told me she was going out with her ex for dinner so they could catch up I asked her. Was it going to be more? Did she want to hook up with him again? Just be honest and we’ll work it out.
But she had said no again and again until I began to believe her. At least until I answered the phone.
“Are you having a good time?” I asked, unsure of what answer I wanted.
“We’re having a VERY good time,” she whispered, a hint of a giggle in her voice.
“Is he there now?”
“I’m calling from the bathroom. You know. I wanted to talk before it went too far.”
My traitorous cock twitched at the implication. How far had it gone if not too far? And was she calling to ask for permission?
“What’s too far?” I finally asked, my voice low and intentional.
“I meant any further than it already has. Please don’t be mad, I know I said nothing was going to happen, but you know me better than I do, I guess. He’s just so…”
“So what?”
“So familiar.”
Her answer sent a jolt through me––a combination of jealousy and desire. It was a deadly combination and I couldn’t let it go. I asked her again what had happened and this time there was something else in her voice. Something deep and demanding.
Something that no longer asked for forgiveness.
“We started kissing when we got back here, but it was all so familiar, you know? And it felt silly to stop just because…I mean, just because I’m married now. So we went to the bedroom and I guess I got carried away. It’s been so long and I wanted to remember. I knelt on the floor by his bed, I undid his jeans, and I sucked his cock.”
“Did he come?” I asked, my cock now achingly hard.
“In my mouth.”
“Fuck,” I said, reaching down and touching myself. “Is that it? Or was there more? Do you want more?”
“It’s been so long,” she sighed. “I don’t think I can hold back. Even if I wanted to.”
“You don’t want to?”
“No,” came her reply. “Just once more. Just one more time I want to…”
“To what?”
“I want to fuck him.”
“But you haven’t yet?”
Her pause was long and weighty. I held my breath even as my hand moved faster. I could picture his face as she lay on her back, her legs open––waiting for him. I knew the games they played and the way they fucked, god knows she had told me enough times.
“Not really. He rubbed against me. But he didn’t put it in. I got up to call you first. It barely counts, right? Maybe the head, but just a little. We used to fuck all the time, so it felt strange to hold back. No more than halfway in, I promise.”
“Fuck, Beth, that’s so much. His cock was inside you?”
“Only a little.”
I paused again before I asked the next question. It was out of my control, and besides, I was going to come in short order.
“And you want the rest of it?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “He felt so good, and I’ve missed it. I promise I’ll be good and come home to you. I’ll come back when we’re done and tell you all about it.”
“Will you be safe?”
Her pause lasted for hours.
“We never have before, and besides…”
“Besides what?”
“He was already there. I mean, we didn’t really fuck, but he was in me. I had to stop before I let him keep going. Please, just let me have this. I want him to fuck me so badly. I want him to take me and use me and…I want him to…”
“You want his come?” I asked, my hand moving faster and faster.
“Yes,” she admitted as I felt myself reach the point of no return. “I promise I’ll be home soon. We’re both so close and he’s so ready. Besides…I already promised him. I already told him he could come inside me, just like he always did. I love you and I’ll see you soon.”
The phone went dead as I picture it all and I cried out into my lonely room as I exploded onto my hand and the bed, coming harder than I had in months.
I pictured her on her back, his thick cock inside her as she begged for it, and I knew she was already there. I knew that just seconds after she hung up he was inside her, fucking her––fucking my wife––because she wanted it more than she could bear.
When my phone went off a moment later with a picture, my cock was instantly hard again. I stared at it and held my breath wondering how I let it happen.
And then I was on my stomach, jerking off frantically as I stared at the screen and waited desperately for her to come home to me.
Waiting for her to let me taste her after everything she had done.
Waiting for her to tell me she loved me.
-gny
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