My eyes widened as I heard two women’s voices purring over the phone lines. I clicked the “mute” button and turned over onto my back to listen.
“Mmmm, yeah, help me suck this big, hard cock, Suzy.” I was amazed that I could recognize Marie’s voice after hearing it only once, but I could.
“Ohhh yes, hold it for me, baby, let me lick it,” the other woman, Suzy I assumed, murmured.
“Yeah,” John whispered, and I could hear him, his breath coming faster. “Suck it, girls. Work that cock.” They were both making slurping noises through the phone.
“Suzy,” John said. “Are you a real redhead?”
“Yes,” the woman said. “All over. Want to see?”
It occurred to me that Kelly was a redhead, and I wondered if there was a connection. My own breath was coming faster, and I couldn’t help reaching down to touch myself, still wet and slick from my hard fucking in the garage.
“Yeah,” John said. “Spread your pussy, baby. Let Marie lick your cunt.”
“Ooooo, yeahhh,” Suzy said. “I’m spreading my wet pussy for her. Come on, Marie… put your tongue on my clit.”
“Ohhh, you taste so good, baby,” Marie murmured. “God, I love licking your pussy.”
I tried to imagine it, both women together, Suzy the redhead on her back, her legs spread, Marie’s dark head working between her legs. What would it be like, what
would it taste like? My nipples were hardening at the thought, and I rubbed my clit a little faster.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Marie,” John said. “I’m gonna fuck your tight little cunt while you lick her.”
“Ohhhh baby, yes!” Marie whispered. “I’ll spread it open for you… I’m so wet. I want your cock.”
“Take it,” John said, grunting, as if he were shoving it inside of her. I remembered how hard he drove into me in the garage and I put my fingers into me, aching to feel him, stiff and throbbing.
“Yeah, baby, fuck me while I lick her pussy,” Marie purred.
“Ohhh God, yeah, lick my cunt, honey,” Suzy moaned, and I remembered Kelly’s voice, calling me honey while she fucked herself with her vibrator. “I love your little tongue.”
“Ohhh fuck,” I heard John whisper.
“You like watching me lick her, John?” Marie asked. Suzy was moaning, mewling, whimpering, gasping. I was, too, fucking myself with my fingers and strumming my clit.
“Yeah,” John panted. “I love watching you lick her wet little cunt.”
“Fuck me harder, John,” Marie begged. “Fuck me good and hard-you know I love it hard.”
“I know you do,” John growled. “And I’m gonna give it to you good and hard.”
“Oh, Marie, fuck me with your fingers,” Suzy said. “Yeah, finger my cunt while you eat me.”
Oh my God, I could hear them, making sloppy wet noises. Were they really together? My pussy swelled at the thought, my clit throbbing under my rubbing fingers.
“Oooooooo baby I’m gonna come in your mouth,” Suzy moaned, and I heard her coming, moaning and gasping. I shuddered, feeling my own orgasm edging ever nearer.
“Yeah,” Marie said. “Come all over my face, sweetheart. You taste so good.”
John groaned, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “Oh fuck, Marie, I’m gonna come!”
“Come here, baby, come all over Suzy’s face,” Marie said, and I heard John grunting as he came, and I came too, my climax shaking the bed beneath me.
“Oh God,” John whispered, and then chuckled. “Good girls.”
“His cum tastes so good,” Suzy said, and I could hear her sucking something.
“Here, Marie, come taste.”
“Mmmmm yeah, I wanna lick all that cum off your tits and your face,” Marie said.
John groaned again. “God, you two are going to kill me.”
They both laughed, soft and low and sexy. I clicked the phone off, replacing the receiver, and tried to go back to sleep. John came to bed, and I soon heard his deep, even breathing. I finally slept, but I found myself waking several times in the night, dreaming of dancing with Kelly.
CHAPTER FIVE
I woke up with the bed empty and knew John was downstairs. I rolled over and looked at my clock. It was nearly three in the morning. I debated whether or not I wanted to pick up the phone. I knew I would hear his voice if I did.
After that night in the garage, I was sure things would break wide open-that he would start bringing things into our sex life that he seemed to be living out in his fantasies over the phone. I felt such a shift in us that night, but in the light of morning, over coffee and orange juice and eggs, both of us still a little hung-over, it seemed like too much to contemplate talking about.
Somehow, it had faded, almost as if it hadn’t happened. We were back to our regular Friday night specials, and a few encounters mid-week, depending on our schedules and energy levels. And the phone calls continued. I had thought that maybe they would lessen, that he would begin to turn to me more, if I started making his fantasies come true. It seemed to me that he was making even more calls than ever. I didn’t understand it.
Maybe I just hadn’t found the right fantasy yet? The one that really did it for him?
I debated, but my curiosity won out and I reached for the receiver, quickly hitting the
“mute” button.
Yes, John’s voice, low and clear: “…tying your hands above your head, one to each bedpost… Pulling the scarves tight against your flesh.”
“Oh John!” I heard her say. “I’m trembling all over.”
“Is it too tight?” he asked. My mind was racing. He was tying her up in this fantasy?
“No. I can’t get out even if I struggle a little, but it’s not uncomfortable,” she said.
“How do you answer me?” he asked in a voice I was unfamiliar with, strong and demanding. It reminded me of that night in the garage and the memory took my breath away.
“Yes, sir,” she responded.
“Better,” he said. “Now, spread your legs.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered. “Like this? Wide open?”
“Yes, like that,” he said. “Are you wet?”
She moaned. “Oh, John, yes… I’m so wet.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“Oh, God! I want your hard cock,” she cried.
“What did you forget?” he asked, his voice controlled, tight.
“Oh… sir. Yes, yes… I want your hard cock, sir.”
“You’re a naughty girl,” he said. “You can’t seem to remember the simplest things.”
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “It’s just that I’m so wet… I want you so much…”
“Marie?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“You forgot again.”
She moaned, “Ohhh God, I’m sorry.”
“Lift your legs up,” he said. “Straight up in the air.”
“Like this?”
“Yes. Maybe this will make you remember,” he said.
“What are you going to do?” she whimpered. “Are you going to spank me?”
“You deserve to be spanked,” he told her. “I should use a crop, but I’m going to use my hand.”
“Oh, John,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry, I promise I’ll remember.”
“What did you say?”
“Sir! I said sir!” Marie cried. “Please don’t spank me.”
“Do it, Marie,” I heard John’s voice, now, his real voice, not the deep, low voice of the other man he was being with her. “Spank your little ass.”
And I heard her, just like before, the sound of flesh on flesh, her little squeals and cries.
“Are you going to remember?” John demanded. She continued to spank herself. I tried to imagine him doing that to her-her legs up in the air, his hand coming down on her ass again and again, making her cheeks red and swollen. I tried to imagine him doing that to me, and my cheeks burned.