“I’ve always wanted to listen in” he said.
“Like conference in on phone sex or like listen on the phone to people having sex?”
“The Latter.”
I thought about it for a bit. I was definitely interested, and it sounded like something my husband would be into too.
“Let me ask Adam and get back to you. ;)”
—-CONTEXT—–
So I am a late-twenties bi woman, married to the world’s sweetest guy, and we’re not monogamous. I’m pretty pale, curvy, about 5’7, with hazel eyes and really curly brown/auburn hair. Pierced tongue and nipples, 2 tattoos with more to come. Short torso, long legs ? Adam says I have an amazing butt but he’s biased. 38 F cup (GD bras are so fucking expensive)
Adam, my husband, is about 6′ and has the most beautiful stormy blue eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s also got really curly brown hair which is pretty long right now. Average build, and average cock. I can swallow the whole thing if I try, which he’s pretty thrilled with, and I’m definitely more interested in girth than in length (Story for another time).
Our special guest star Tim is tall and scruffy, with green eyes and a really great smile, and the *perfect* cock as far as I’m concerned. About 5.5 inches, thick, and the biggest head I’ve ever seen.
I have an active tinder profile, and I matched with Tim kind of on accident, by which I mean I dug his profile, but after I swiped right I realized we were in cities about 4 hours apart. We decided it may be worth a try regardless, exchanges numbers and began texting/sexting almost immediately. Adam was super excited for me, and was cheering me on & high fiving me throughout.
So I was in the “tell me what you’re into” phase of the converstation when Tim dropped that little nugget. I remember biting my lip, and wanting to call him right away, but also being super nervous about it. What if I hated his voice? What if he hated mine, or thought we were too noisy, or not noisy enough, or was disappointed and never spoke to me again??? My incredibly supportive husband listened to me panic and then helped calm me down. “He’s obviously into you, you guys have been chatting basically nonstop for days, and even if it doesn’t work out, you’re still helping him check off a fantasy box. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”
So after some more conversation with the hubby, making sure he was on board, I messaged Tim back.
“He’s on board.”
—–THE GOOD STUFF—–
I was so nervous! blushing all peaches and cream and breathing really hard. my hands were litterally shaking as I hit the “call” button. I put the phone on speaker, and then laid it down on the bed. It rang maybe twice, then I heard a “Hello?….” Adam was laying next to me on the bed and bit down on my nipple, making me gasp. I heard a chuckle on the phone, and then just the steady sound of someone breathing.
Adam grinned at me, and settled himself between my legs. He loves going down on me, and takes his sweet time about it too, moaning and telling me how much he loves the way I taste. I was panting and gasping for air, and so unbelievably turned on. One hand was fisted in the pillows behind me, the other playing with my other nipple, which was super sensitive from the stimulation and the piercing. I was already super wet, and Adam was doing a remarkable job of trying to lap up as much as he could.
I could hear Tim’s breath coming a little faster, and the occasional groan. I can’t be sure, but I think he was stroking his magnificent cock, imagining what Adam was doing to me to make me moan like that, and thinking about what it would be like if he were the one in bed with me and Adam was the one on the phone. I was picturing it too, just getting more and more turned on by the second.
Adam would focus his attention on my clit, then back off when my moans turned into strangled cries of “yesyesyesyesyesyes,” trying to prolong the performance as much as possible. After several torturous repetitions of this process, he started kissing his way back up my torso, spending a few minutes licking and nibbling each of my nipples on the way.
God I love this man.
He kissed me at the same moment he thrust deep into me, stifling my cry into his mouth. I wrapped my legs around his hips as he tried to pull back, holding him in just so I could feel that incredible sense of fullness. He broke off the kiss and told me how hot it was that his slutty wife had some other guy on the phone, listening to her getting fucked. That shit drives me wild, I could feel my muscles tightening around him just listening to his words.
He chuckled into my ear and started nibbling & sucking on my neck, convincing me to relax my grip on his hips enough for him to start moving. He got back up on his knees and put my legs up on his shoulders so he could look down at me as he fucked me, all flushed and panting and tense. His pace quickened, and I could feel him getting closer. I *love* the feeling of being cum in, it is genuinely one of my favorite things about sex, and Adam knew it. I started to forcefully tighten my pelvic muscles around him and grip as hard as I could. He let himself go and just hammered me until he came, crying out and pumping me full of cum, hot and slick and pulsing and wonderful.
he relaxed and rested on top of me for a bit as I felt him soften and retreat, and I listened as he moaned out his release. I was slicker than I’d been all night, with his cum seeping out of me along with my own juices. He kissed my cheeks, my forehead, my eyelids, my chin, the tip of my nose; he’s often incredibly tender after one or both of us cum. But he also knew I wasn’t finished, and that he had a job to do.
He got back down between my legs, but this time thrust two fingers inside of me with the classic “come-hither” g-spot move. I was basically seeing stars at this point. My voice was getting hoarse, so what had been breathy gasping moans were being replaced with lower, throatier & huskier ones. His tongue was swirling directly on my clit and my whole body was shaking like a leaf. He was still getting me close and backing off, I’m pretty sure at this point I was literally begging him to let me cum.
He finally reached up and grabbed my hand that was fisted in the pillows and guided it to my clit; he knew the stimulation was so intense that I had take the reigns if I was going to actually climax instead of just teeter on the edge until I went numb. I could still feel so much of his cum all over me, inside of me, and leaking out around his fingers. It felt amazing being swirled around my clit as I touched myself. His thrusts got harder & deeper, and he started to test adding a third finger when I broke.
I cried out (screamed? I may have screamed.) and gasped and arched so far off the bed I felt like I was in an exorcist porno. My muscles clenched so tight they forced Adam’s fingers back out of me, which elicited a satisfied groan from him. My hips and back kept bucking, alternating between arching taught like a bowstring and curling back in a tight ball. My skin was on fire, prickled all over. Adam settled in behind me and tried to lay a hand on my back, but my skin was so sensitive I arched away from him and gasped. Every couple seconds another wave hit, powerful aftershocks from the main event. It probably took me a full minute or two to come down. By that point Adam had wrapped an arm around my waist and was kissing my neck and shoulders softly.
When it seemed like I could probably speak again, he asked me if I needed water. I nodded, and he went downstairs to get me some. I had almost forgotten Tim was still on the phone when I heard him say “Wow, you come pretty hard huh?” I laughed, because duh. I asked if he’d had a good time, and he said yes. We chatted for a bit, then he hung up and I assume went to clean himself up and head to bed.
I had already started falling asleep when Adam woke me up with a straw and a glass of water. “I love you, cutie.” He said.
“I love you too” I mumbled, took a few sips, and slipped back into unconsciousness.
When I woke up the next morning I felt slick, sore, and satisfied. It was an awesome experience all around.
——EPILOGUE——
Sadly I never got to experience Tim (and his perfect, beautiful penis) in person. Distance and life got in the way, though we had a couple other phone calls and as of the writing of this story are still on good terms.
If this gets any interest, I do have other sexcapades & adventures to share with the hubby and others.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/aapa28/eavesdropping_fm_m