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The Phone Call
by JDG (jdgrisham@myrealbox.com)

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A man is seduced into an affair by a hot wife, too horny 
to take no for an answer. (MF, cheat, cyber)

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Somewhere in the hot muggy state of Georgia
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"Hello."

"Hi, are you busy?"

"Just finishing some stuff here at the office. What are 
you up to?"

"John isn't here, he went to Decatur. I have just poured 
myself some tea."

"What's John doing in Decatur?"

"Another trip to his mother's house... no shock there."

"He seems to spend a lot of time out that way." 

A moment of silence...

"So when am I going to see you again," she asks in a 
sultry voice. The lust clear in her intentions.

Nervously, "We can't keep meeting like that. John isn't 
stupid he's going to figure it out eventually."

"Mark, he isn't going to find out... unless he walks in 
and catches us."

"Yeah you would like that wouldn't you..." Mark says 
sarcastically.

"So." She chuckles.

A silence brushes over the phone... you can hear Mark 
shuffling paperwork to and from folders.

"I want you. I want to feel you inside of me."

"Look Holly, we aren't lovers... it was just a moment of 
weakness."

"A moment of weakness? You call me with my ass in the 
air and your cock buried deep inside of me having one 
hell of an orgasm a 'weakness'?"

"YES! That was all it was." You can tell Mark's voice 
isn't so sure.

Holly picks up on it automatically. "So, why don't you 
just come over and keep me company. Or you could fuck me 
on our bed. Wouldn't that turn you on, Mark?" She says 
with lust in her voice, as her hand drapes over her bare 
cunt, touching... rubbing... wishing it were Mark's 
hands on her body.

"You're one sick puppy. John could... KILL me!"

"He won't. He won't be back until tomorrow. You forget, 
I'm married to the bastard... and I know his habits. 
Trust me."

You can hear Mark sigh... 

"Well, tell me where you want it."

"I want it up my ass." Her finger reaches further down 
as she reclines in the recliner and lightly rubs her 
asshole. This causes her to moan audibly into the phone.

"Is that so...?"

"Oh yes, Mark. I want you to fuck me like my husband 
never has. I want you to fuck my ass!" 

Her cunt has gotten so wet thinking about Mark's cock in 
her ass that fluid is running out of her and dripping 
over her finger, which has managed to push into her 
asshole... in a light fingering motion. 

Meanwhile, Mark's hard-on is pushing against his 
business slacks and making a wet spot on his BVD's. You 
can hear Holly's heavily breathing into the phone... as 
he pictures her doing herself in the recliner.

"Are you touching yourself?" The curiosity has become 
too much, he has to ask.

"Oh yes, you bet I am. I'm waiting for you to walk 
through that door and fuck the living shit out of me."

There is more heavy breathing and Mark is almost panting 
as loud as Holly.

"I'll be right over." With that, Mark hangs up.

And the recorder clicks off... John rewinds the tape and 
descends down the stairs from the attic to wait for 
Mark's arrival. Holly does not hear him, but pours 
herself another drink and dresses in one of her sexiest 
outfits, complete with full stockings. Waiting for the 
door to open... and her lover Mark to emerge.

It would be a quick divorce. But a violent afternoon.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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