That was this summer. I had very long relationship and last year i got ridden of it. So I sex occasionally wit various girls till then. One night this September I was very very tired of everything. Job went finally better and some private investing also, but I had being working for 14 hours a day at time. It was About 1 am in the morning and was just went of from long shower and about to lay down on my bad.The voice from the other side of cell phone was very pleasant, some kind of baby talking voice. Voice said" Annnn' what what do want from me now?...LOL.. i said "who is this?&... Continue»
ecently my wife went back to work after fifteen years of being a stay-at-home mom, to supplement our disposable income. She is working in a small office with a few other women, and a couple of retired military officers. She found that she enjoyed being back in the workplace, and liked the rewarding work in which she was engaged.
Being in her early forties, my wife, was at one time quite promiscuous, but had long ago trended toward a more conservative lifestyle. The office is one that deals with a lot of dignitaries, and spearheads a lot of social events, so they were looking for a conservative, well-mannered, lady when they hired Sheila, my wife.
I visited her for lunch every couple of weeks or so, and got to know the other ladies in the office, as well as the men. The ladies are fairly boring, but the men Sheila were working with are fun-loving guys, who have seen their share of the world. After a few visits, I could tell that Sheila was becoming pretty comfortable with her position, and was loosening up a bit.
She would come home every day telling me about things that happened at work, about the cat-fights among the women, the struggles of the day, and about the men. I began to notice that when she spoke about one of the older, retired men, Stan, her tone was a little different than during any other topic of conversation. So, I began to tease her a little, that she had a crush on this old guy. He’s not really that old, maybe in is early sixties, making him about 20 years older than my wife.
I teased her, telling her not to wear any revealing clothing at work, because it may cause him to have fantasies about her, and that wouldn’t be good for his old heart. To clarify this, I have always enjoyed other men checking my wife out, and have encouraged her to wear revealing clothing, to go braless in public, and she has even flashed other men, back in the earlier days of our marriage. So, teasing her about something like this was not out of the norm.
We have also always acted out fantasies in the bedroom. Those fantasies have included a lot of things, but one of the recurring themes was her being devoured by another man, either while I watched or participated. That had never gone anywhere near reality, and we knew it never would. Or so I thought.
After she had been working there several months, she began telling me how Stan had begun flirting with her. He acted like it was just a kind of fatherly affection, but she felt like he was using that to disguise his interest in her. But, at the same time, she would always scold me when would I tease her, saying, “He is just an old, harmless guy.” To which I would tell her, that given the opportunity, this “old, harmless guy” would gladly sink his dick into her. She would giggle, and say, “Stop it.”
Last Friday, her office hosted a large luncheon as a charity event. I was invited, and carved a bit of time out of my busy day, to go and have lunch with my wife at this event. It was a fun time, and a bit free-wheeling, with alcohol being generously provided. I noticed that the more Stan drank, the more he ogled my wife. It was completely apparent to me that he wanted to fuck her, and I told her so. She again laughed and said, “He is just an old guy having fun.” Anyway, before I was about to leave, I coerced Sheila to sneak back to her office with me to give me a blowjob. She normally wouldn’t do something like that anymore. In earlier years, she would have done it in a heartbeat. But not the more recent conservative Sheila. Today, however, she too had a bit to drink, and treated me to a fantastic blowjob, and a kiss goodbye.
About an hour after I had returned to work, Sheila called my cell phone. She was giggling as I answered. She whispered into the phone, “Do you remember some of our fantasies, where I have sex with someone while you listen on the phone?” I told her I remembered. She said, “Have fun,” and I heard the phone being set down.
About a minute later, I heard her say, “Stan, you should really try to keep your hands to yourself in public. People are going to think you are screwing me, or something.” I heard Stan laughing, and saying, “Yeah, like they will think I can get anywhere with…” and his voice trailed off. The next sound I heard was Stan saying, “Oh, yes,” and he began to moan.
I strained and listened intently to the phone, and was sure that I heard sounds to indicate Sheila was sucking his cock. Stan began moaning more loudly, and called Sheila’s name. He said, “I never dreamed this could happen.” To which Sheila stated, “You can thank my husband. He brought me in here earlier to suck his cock, and that made me extremely horny. You are the beneficiary of that horniness.”
I heard him moaning louder, and he said, “If he only knew you were sucking your second cock of the day,” and laughed. Sheila coyly said, “Oh, he might suspect something, but that’s OK, we can keep it our little secret, we’ll never confirm it.” And, then I heard clothes rustling, just as Stan said, “Wow, you have a great body, you are beautiful!”
Sheila then said, “Here, let me help.” And then silence occurred for an excruciatingly long minute or so. Then, I gasped to myself, as I heard Sheila, saying, “Oh yes, Stan, fuck me baby,” amid a sound, that in my mind’s eye, was Stan’s balls slapping my wife’s ass. He was grunting, groaning, and obviously trying to keep his voice down and controlled. Sheila, just kept encouraging him, saying, “Come on Stan, you know you like this pussy, fuck me like my husband should have. Fuck me like you own this pussy. Make my husband pay for making me horny. Show him who’s boss, baby. Oh, God, yes Stan, harder, fuck me harder, shove that big cock in me.” She was obviously putting on an audio show for me, but I am sure it rocked Stan’s world to hear those things.
Sheila, is a very orgasmic person. She can come easily and often, and I knew by the dirty talk, that she was approaching a major orgasm. Then, I heard a muffled squeal as she called out one last time for him to fuck her harder. Silence. I strained and tried to imagine what was happening. Suddenly my wife said, let me take care of something by my desk. She then she whispered into the phone, “I love you,” and the phone went dead.
I couldn’t wait for her to get home from work, and stayed in a constant state of arousal all afternoon. I beat her home, and as soon as she pulled into the garage, I met her there, pulled her dress above her waist and sunk my swollen cock deep into her pussy. She pushed her ass back against me, and began to grind. She looked back over her shoulder, giggled, and said, you enjoyed the call, huh? I said, “Probably not quite as much as Stan did.” She replied, “I don’t think Stan has ever been as surprised, and he certainly enjoyed it." She giggled again and said, "Now shut up and fuck me harder, or I’ll have to give Stan another shot.”