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Phone Sex
by W2beh (W2beh@yahoo.com)

***

This is a new twist on an old theme. On a dare from my 
wife, I try to offer her a unique experience while 
she's away from home on a business trip. (MM, exh, 
oral)

***

Even though I was privately congratulating myself on 
coming up with such an ingenious idea, as I drove along 
I could feel anxiety building within me. At the outset 
of this chapter of my life, I effectively had no 
choice. If not exactly forced, I was certainly 
compelled to participate, and even though deep within I 
knew my true character was being revealed, I could at 
least take some solace in the fact that it was not 
entirely of my own doing. 

In the past weeks, however, a change had been taking 
place. I was being given choices, and put in situations 
that required participation by my own free will. The 
element of compulsion was still present, but I was 
proving myself to be a more than willing participant, 
and I was alert enough to know it was by design.

The transition had culminated in this night, which 
found me driving to a rendezvous that I had set up 
entirely on my own. Things had certainly changed, and 
the most interesting aspect of that realization was 
that I found myself to be more excited than concerned. 

Yet I could not escape the fact that I liked to be 
compelled, that I liked to be forced. One of the 
personal admissions that I had to come to terms with 
was that my normally dominant, type 'A' personality, 
craved being suppressed. I found I enjoyed submission, 
more than I would have ever expected, even though I had 
been vaguely aware of this side of my own psyche for 
many years. So this evening came with an element of 
unease rooted in the fact that I would like to be 
driving down the road under the direct orders and 
watchful eyes of my wife, rather than through self-
initiation.

But in reality she had caused this to happen. When she 
had left town several days ago, her parting words 
before boarding her flight were clearly, by my 
interpretation, a challenge. 

'Try to think of something that would entertain me 
while I'm gone.'

I knew this was mostly wishful thinking on her part, 
and not a request or an order. If something arose, we 
would enjoy it together. If not, then we would simply 
enjoy each other upon her return.

However, I took it as a personal ultimatum for two 
reasons. First, I wanted to surprise her, and to please 
her. If I took her simple suggestion and turned it into 
a meaningful reality, she would be both amused and 
impressed. I loved to amuse and impress her.

Secondly, I wanted to occupy her mind while she was 
gone. Though I had learned to channel jealousy to be a 
motivator, and to even enjoy the discomfort it could 
bring, I was not able to totally defeat it. She was 
desirable, and I knew men liked her. She could be out 
every night, and I could do nothing about it. And 
though I seriously doubted it was happening, it was 
still on my mind. 

As I thought this through, I had to laugh at myself. In 
recent months, I had seen my wife fucked on several 
occasions. The truth of the matter, in all honesty, was 
that if she got fucked, I wanted to be there. It wasn't 
that I couldn't bear to have her fucking another man, I 
didn't want her to do it without me. Nonetheless, that 
was just as good a motive as I hurried up the highway.

For days after my wife left town, I struggled to come 
up with an idea she would find entertaining. There was 
no doubt the theme she had in mind when she made her 
comment. When I was having sex with someone other than 
her, she preferred for me to have a dick in my mouth. 
The obvious choice had been to get in touch with The 
Stud, and it was with some discomfort that I realized 
my cock was hardening just thinking about doing so. 
However, I had no idea how to contact him. 

I had learned that his first name was Peyton, but had 
no idea of his surname. I had once called him on my 
wife's cell phone, and she had called the number up 
from her contact listings, but the phone was with her. 
I thought about driving around the University, but it 
was a big school and the chances of a random encounter 
were nil. So while this idea excited me more than I 
cared to admit, it simply wasn't possible.

Then the solution dawned on me; Tony. Ever since the 
infamous poker game, as I liked to think of it, the 
fact that he lived locally had been both a negative and 
a positive. Initially, I had been scared to death to 
see him at church, or other places around town, 
thinking that others would see us talking and somehow 
know he had pumped his come into both my mouth and my 
ass. 

There was also the fear that he would talk about that 
night. But he had been friendly and cordial from the 
outset, putting me at ease. He liked to drop innuendos 
about my 'special talents', but he only did so when 
there was no one else around. And then several weeks 
ago, at the annual festival in town, he had consumed a 
substantial amount of beer and took advantage of his 
intimate knowledge of my nature, with my wife's 
consent. His blatant enjoyment of that event alone told 
me he'd be eager to push his cock into my mouth again.

So I called him, and he agreed immediately. No 
hesitation whatsoever, even after I told him my 
complete plan. I had considered many different ways to 
approach this, with the thought of maximizing the 
impression I made on my wife. In the end, the event she 
choreographed in the University showers was my guide, 
as I came to the understanding that boldness and daring 
were in order. 

The night I met Tony at the festival, he had me suck 
him off in between two pick-up trucks on a darkened 
side of the parking lot, so I had good reason to 
believe he would agree with my plan, and was not 
surprised when he did.

Before I left the house, I called my wife to be sure 
she was in her room. I told her to expect a call in 
about 45 minutes. I could hear the excitement in her 
voice as she pressed me for details, but I would not 
reveal a thing. For once, I held the upper hand, and I 
was going to enjoy it, if only briefly.

As I exited the interstate, butterflies churned in my 
stomach. The anxiety was almost overwhelming, and I had 
to fight the urge to pull off in a parking lot to re-
consider. Surprising myself somewhat, I wanted to do 
this and did not want to take a chance on second-
guessing. If I stopped, I may never get started again. 
So I drove on, the sweat of tension on my forehead.

Turning into the Wal-Mart parking lot, I took a quick 
look around. It was a huge paved area, and I had the 
irrelevant thought that a lot of trees must have died 
to create it. The lot was about a third full, with most 
of the vehicles clustered at one entrance, the other 
doorway about to be closed this time of night. Tony's 
truck was sitting off to one side, directly under a 
light. It was a big Dodge outfitted to go off-road, 
sitting high on mud tires. He rolled down the window as 
I pulled alongside him.

'I thought maybe you had chickened out.'

I didn't tell him how badly I had wanted to. 'No way 
man. I called you, remember.'

'That was a surprise. I always wanted to be 
irresistible to the girls, but this will certainly do. 
Never had a better blow-job from a girl.'

It was pure reflex that I looked around at hearing his 
words, certain somebody would be within earshot. My 
reaction made him laugh.

'Why don't you come hop in the truck?'

Now that the moment of truth was here, my heart was 
pounding in my chest and I didn't trust my voice. If I 
got out of this car and climbed into his truck, there 
would be no turning back. And I knew it would define 
yet another aspect of the change in me, one that made 
me the eager participant. I only thought about it for a 
minute, then I grabbed my cell phone and got out, my 
jaw unconsciously clenched in determination.

As I climbed up into the passenger side of his truck, 
the tension must have been more visible than I thought.

'Relax man, we can still call this off.'

I looked at him as he smiled, and I realized he was 
willing to do just that, as a friend. It was comforting 
to know that the revelations of the past months had not 
destroyed a long-term friendship, and with that 
knowledge I forced myself to relax. Looking about the 
parking lot, I pointed to a likely spot.

'Why don't we pull over there?'

He looked at me for a moment, and then cranked the 
truck. He made a large circle around the spot I had 
selected, pulling in so the truck was at an angle to 
clearly see the store and the entrances to the parking 
lot. While the entire parking lot was well lit, we were 
in a shadowy area between two light standards. Scanning 
the area, security cameras were visible, but none were 
in the immediate area. They were all concentrated on 
the high traffic areas near the entrances. At this 
location, we more than likely looked just like any 
other employee vehicle.

Tony now seemed more nervous that I, and as a result I 
was confident he would keep a watchful eye. As he 
conducted a detailed survey of the area, I took a quick 
look at him. He had worn a simple tee shirt and 
athletic pants; the nylon type with numerous snaps that 
were typically worn by athletes over a uniform. He had 
tennis shoes and no socks. In my mind I drifted off, 
imagining what I was about to do. He caught me staring 
when he turned and said, 'Looks OK, don't you think?'

'Yeah.' The cracking of my voice was embarrassing.

'How do you want to do this?'

I took a deep breath. 'I'm going to call her, then hand 
you the phone. You know I'll do the rest.' That brought 
a smile, as I added, 'Just keep a sharp eye.'

'No problem, bro.' He was still grinning.

With a shaking hand, I punched the speed dial and 
waited. 'Hey, baby. Sorry I took so long. Tony's with 
me and I'm going to hand the phone to him.'

Before she could ask questions, I gave the phone to 
Tony. She was in the middle of saying something, and he 
to wait for her to pause. 'Hey girl, it's Tony.'

I could hear her voice, but I couldn't make out the 
words. It was odd to only hear one side of the 
conversation, but it was not that difficult to 
rationalize her end it.

'Yeah, we're doing real well. Linda told me to tell you 
both hello.'

That was a disturbing comment. The night at the 
festival, I had the distinct impression Tony's wife 
Linda knew what had happened at the poker game. When 
Tony and I headed off to the parking lot, she had given 
me a knowing smile, and it had been unnerving. When I 
asked my wife later, she just smiled as well, refusing 
to answer.

'We're in my truck, sitting in the Wal-mart parking 
lot.'

That must have surprised her, because his next comment 
was, 'Yeah, no shit. His idea, I just came along for 
the fun.'

They made small talk for a few minutes, while I came to 
the realization that I had no idea how to get things 
started. It was difficult to pull my eyes from the 
parking lot, where I was constantly looking for any 
sign of people. I was admittedly scared, and Tony must 
have noticed.

'Nothing yet. Looks like he might be chickening out.' 

It was delivered with another laugh, but was clearly a 
challenge. Now that he was in contact with my wife, 
they were trying to take control of the situation. His 
next exchange confirmed this.

'I'll ask.' Turning to me, but holding the phone to his 
mouth, he asked, 'She wants to know if you are going to 
suck my dick or just sit there?'

That easily, she had taken the lead, and she knew I was 
easily led. Instinctively taking one more look around, 
I tore my eyes from the parking lot, and slid across 
the seat.

Tony watched me with some amusement, and I told him 
once again, 'Keep an eye out.'

I reached across with my right hand, and placed it on 
his knee. Then I eased it up his thigh, my hand visibly 
shaking against the nylon fabric. Tony was an 
outdoorsman, and as such was reasonably fit for his 
age. His thigh felt firm to the touch, the muscular 
feel of a guy who spent many hours hiking through the 
woods loaded down with hunting gear or game.

My hand continued its journey north as I avoided eye 
contact.

'He's got his hand on my leg. Yeah, it feels pretty 
good.'

I hesitated only a moment at his hip, and then slid my 
hand over his crotch. His cock was already stiffening 
as I touched it through the nylon. Its shape was 
familiar to me as I rubbed him through the pants.

His moan was right into the phone. 'That's right, his 
hand's on my dick.'

Now that I had broken the ice, I was in no hurry. I had 
never felt a man in such a way, and I found it 
exciting. Tony must have found it exciting as well, as 
he slid down into the seat and turned more towards me, 
giving me free access.

'I've got wind pants on. He's got his hand wrapped 
around my cock right through the pants.'

He paused as I rubbed him, and then went on. 'I've 
thought about your body a lot since I finally got to 
see it that night. Why don't you tell me what you are 
wearing?'

'I don't know if I like that deal. Just tell me.'

'OK, yes. I jerked off thinking about you. More than 
once. Now tell me.'

'Yes, I do think about you when I'm fucking Linda. God, 
don't you tell her.' His voice rose up an octave for 
the last sentence. That easily she was controlling him, 
and I knew he likely ill-prepared to defend against the 
potential manipulations of my sweet, evil wife.

'Nothing? You're buck-naked? For real?'

'Damn, I wish I could see.'

It wasn't hard to figure her reply when he said, 'You'd 
like what you see. He has my dick hard as a rock and 
trying to bust out of these pants.' He ground his hips 
against my probing hand as he spoke. I could feel his 
testicles, and was pretty certain he had no underwear 
on. He had come prepared.

I was resisting the urge to lean against him like a 
date. Instead, I slipped to the floorboard of his 
truck. It was a bit cramped, but he quickly saw the 
advantages and slid the seat all the way back, leaving 
a wide-open space on the floor. He eased over to the 
middle of the seat, clear of the steering wheel, as he 
talked.

'Looks like we're getting down to business now. He's on 
the floor between my legs.'

'No, my pants are still on. He's taking his time like a 
good cock-sucker.' He laughed loudly at his own insult, 
knowing from past experience it spurred me on.

I avoided the dashboard with my head as I now reached 
up the insides of his thighs with both hands. I paused 
for a moment to disconnect his phone charger and close 
the ashtray to get it out of my back, and then returned 
to his swollen crotch. There was plenty of light in the 
truck for me to see, and I closed both hands around his 
stiff cock, the nylon molding to it so that the 
mushroom head was clearly outlined. Leaning forward, I 
kissed it through the material.

'Oh shit. He just kissed my cock through my pants.'

'Yes, it feels fantastic. He did it again. Now he's 
kissing it all over. Damn.'

I continued to love on his cock through his pants as my 
wife apparently tried to turn him on even more.

'Damn, I wish I could watch you. I love to watch a 
woman masturbate.'

'Oh shit, you suck your own nipples?'

She was taking control, so I had to act. Pushing his 
tee shirt up, I kissed my way up until I made contact 
with his belly. I licked all across his bare skin, just 
above the top of his pants. He moaned appreciatively, 
but she was still winning.

'Two fingers? Does it feel tight in there?

'He's kissing my stomach. Now he's starting to unsnap 
my pants.'

It was time to up the ante. My hands came to the top 
snap and pulled it open. My lips followed immediately 
after, kissing and licking the newly exposed area. Then 
the next snap, and the process was repeated.

'Damn, it does feel good. Is he a good pussy eater, 
too?'

'I bet I could show him up on that!'

I didn't think so, but didn't have time to argue. On 
the third snap, I was into his pubic hair and a large 
portion of white skin that never saw the sunlight was 
exposed. I covered it all with my tongue, playing in 
his hair with my lips.

The next snap exposed the root of his cock, which I had 
pressed down with the butt of my hands. I spent a great 
deal of time exploring him with my tongue, and his hips 
moved involuntarily. His voice was less steady, and I 
had the distinct feeling he was no longer standing 
guard.

'We're almost there. His tongue is on the base of my 
dick. I'm hard as a rock and will be fucking his mouth 
soon.'

'You're lying!'

He then looked at me. 'She says she has a finger up her 
ass.'

I paused for a moment. 'Believe her.'

He went back to the phone. I went back to his dick, 
popping the last snap.

'God, you have to let me see that some time. Linda 
wouldn't even consider it. Damn girl, you have to show 
me.'

My tongue now had access to more than half of his cock, 
and took full advantage. He moaned loudly, but his next 
comment made me wonder if it was due to my cock 
sucking, or my wife's words.

'You could never get her to do that. I'd like to see 
you try. Lord, would I like to see you try.'

'Girl, if you could get your hand inside her pants, I'd 
give up my left nut.'

She was good, and now that she had found a weakness, 
she really had him going. I had to get his attention 
back to me, surprising myself with a jealous reaction 
that was totally unexpected. 

I hooked my hands into both sides of his pants and 
pulled. He lifted up and I carefully pulled them off 
his ass, leaving his cock covered. As he sat back down, 
my tongue came back to the exposed portion of his cock.

'He's taking my pants off. Tell me more about Linda.'

Slowly, I eased his pants down. As his cock was 
exposed, my mouth covered every inch. Finally, my 
tongue found the edge of his mushroom head, and I 
paused, licking him all round.

'Yeah she knows. I told her.' I froze at that, 
wondering why I was surprised.

'No, it turns her on. She fucked me like a mink after 
the time at the festival. Then she fucked me again the 
next day.'

'I guess he doesn't like hearing that. He stopped.'

Then he looked at me. 'She says get back to work slut.'

I didn't answer, instead reaching up and pulling his 
pants down past his knees in one quick motion. His hard 
cock sprang upward, smacking his belly. It was rigid, 
and the purple head reflected the light.

'She likes that he sucks me, and that I fuck him. But 
she doesn't want me to return it, which is fine with 
me.'

As I listened, I leaned in and contacted his balls with 
my tongue. He jumped.

'Sweet Jesus, he's licking my balls.'

'Yes, yes. He's licking my balls. Now he's trailing his 
tongue up the bottom of my dick. Holy shit!'

I worked my way up to the purple head, and then went 
back the other direction, much to his dismay. Repeating 
this several times, he was becoming fidgety and his 
eyes were closed. He definitely wasn't keeping an eye 
out, and I had reached the point of depravity where I 
didn't care. Carefully I sucked one testicle, then the 
other, into my mouth.

'Man, he's good. He's sucking on my balls. I wish he'd 
teach Linda to do that.'

'Yeah, she says she wants to watch him.'

'I really don't know if she would, but she does talk 
about it.'

'Would you really?'

Could she be offering for me to put on a show? The 
thought turned me on more than I could describe. I 
wanted to be a sex toy, and if she liked the thought of 
me sucking off her husband, I would put on a show she 
wouldn't forget. My mouth closed against the head his 
cock, pressing it against his belly. Then with a loud 
sucking noise, I pulled it away from his stomach and 
into my mouth, taking as much of his length as I could 
in one smooth motion.

He groaned long and slowly. 'Yes.'

'Yes, sorry. My dick is all the way in his mouth; he's 
sucking me like a pro. My God, how many blow jobs have 
I missed since college days.'

That thought amused me. If I had never met my wife, I 
would never have become a cock-sucking man. So his 
fantasy wasn't even possible.

'Oh, that sounds good. Go baby. Yeah, my dick is buried 
in your husband. Come for me while I fuck your 
husband's face.' 

I could hear her cries over the phone, much more 
distinct than any words.

'That's it. God you sound so good, I wish I could see 
you. Yes, he's doing good, bobbing up and down on my 
cock like a good little boy.'

I was moving up and down his length in rapid 
succession, fucking my own mouth with his engorged 
cock. Every few strokes I would take him deep in my 
throat, pressing my nose into his pubic hair. His cock 
was nearly the perfect length for my mouth, and the gag 
reflex was less severe than with The Stud. One day I 
would figure it out, and it would go away completely.

'Damn girl, he's sucking me good now. You taught him 
well.'

I was looking up at him as he talked. His eyes came 
open and he looked around.

'No, I don't see anyone. There are people in the 
parking lot, but none nearby.'

'Damn, you sound disappointed.'

I licked up and down his length, his cock glistening in 
the light when it came out of my mouth. Then I 
swallowed it again, stroking his length with my lips.

'No, I don't think so.'

'No, sorry, I'm not that brave.' My attention was now 
focused on his words as I sucked his cock. Something 
was up.

He chuckled. 'Sorry, maybe next time.'

Then looking down at me, he said, 'She wants me to make 
you get out of the truck, come around to the driver's 
side, then stand outside and suck me off through the 
open door.'

Hoping he held ground on his refusal, I was well aware 
of the throbbing in my own hard cock as I thought 
through that image. I needed someone to say no.

He was back to the phone. 'He didn't say no. You two 
may be a little too wild for me. I'll do it in front of 
Linda, but not the whole world.'

I sucked more diligently in thanks. If so ordered, I 
know I would have complied, and I was grateful he 
resisted.

His breathing was becoming more ragged, and I knew we 
were getting close.

'Tell me more about Linda.' His breathing rasped 
against the phone. 'Tell me more, it turns me on.'

'Yes, he can suck my dick in front of her. I wish she 
would have come tonight.'

'Yes, I'll fuck him in front of her.' I squirmed at 
this. 'But tell me more about, well what you were 
saying with your finger in your ass.'

'It's still there? Oh shit.'

'No, I don't believe it. You really think so?' His 
words were more strained, and his hip movements were 
more pronounced.

'I don't know. You really think you can get Linda to 
put her finger up your ass? She won't even do that to 
me.'

I took that as a cue. I wormed my left hand under his 
buttocks on the seat, reaching behind his balls until 
my fingertip made contact with his asshole. With my 
right hand, I tightly gripped the base of his cock as I 
bobbed my head up and down, letting his dick fuck my 
warm, wet mouth.

'Oh shit. He's gonna get me baby.' I going to come in 
your husband.'

My left hand was in an awkward position, as I pressed 
against his asshole. He made no move to help or hinder 
me, but his reaction was positive. With a loud moan, he 
grabbed my head with his free hand and pulled me down 
hard on his cock. It pulsed a couple of times, then I 
felt his hot come spew upward into my mouth. His load 
pumped into me at a steady pace, and in this position I 
found it took a great effort to keep up. As he played 
out, I swallowed most of his come, losing a small 
amount at the corners of my mouth.

He was just breathing into the phone now, his head 
rolled back and his eyes closed. I sucked him dry, 
lovingly bathing his cock with my tongue as he softened 
in my mouth. It was an incredible feeling, and I pulled 
my left hand from under him and rubbed my own hard 
member.

We stayed like this for several minutes, my mouth 
covering his cock, my wife apparently content to let 
the moment stand on its own. Then with a start he sat 
up and looked around. I knew the feeling. You totally 
lose yourself in a sex act, and then suddenly remember 
your surroundings. My wife had led me to this sensation 
many times.

He pushed me away and started fixing his pants. 'Hey 
baby, that was incredible. But I think it best we get 
out of here.'

'Yes, I'll think of you next time I fuck Linda. You've 
guaranteed that.'

'You going to keep your promises?'

'I hope so. See you.'

Then he turned to me. 'Gotta go man. Call me any time.'

He was grinning, and I smiled back. 'You can call me 
any time, Tony.'

I jumped down from the truck and walked across the 
parking lot, well aware that my hard-on was pushing 
against my shorts. It couldn't be helped.

On the drive home, I resisted the urge to call my wife. 
When I got home, I entered the back door, dropped my 
clothes on the floor, and then stepped back outside. I 
headed across the back yard to the hammock, my hard 
cock swinging in the moonlight.

Wrapping my hand around my cock, I hit the speed dial. 
She answered on the first ring.

END

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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
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