[MF] Taking a call from a [F]riend in the middle of sex.

“Oh shoot. Hey, how’s your day been?”

I quickly moved my phone to my right hand and re-adjusted myself on the bed. I’d been texting Bailey back and forth for a few minutes. We don’t chat a ton, but sometimes we strike up a conversation. Apparently whatever was going on now warranted a phone call.

“I’ve been drinking. It’s just that kind of day. It’s a drinking kind of day.”

Now there’s a conversation starter. “Oh yeah? Bad day?”, I ask.

“Nope. Great day. Just I’ve been drinking and I don’t care at all. I don’t care.”

I move my left hand back behind my wife’s head and guide her back down onto my cock and start into shooting the breeze with Bailey. It was Monday night and the wife and I had been exploring one of our newer pastimes: [Shibari](https://i.imgur.com/blcEG67.jpg). That’s a fancy word for rope bondage. She’d always been excited to try it and I’d recently come around to being in the same camp. I’d just finished tying a basic chest harness, which I was pretty proud of, and she was starting to show her appreciation when Bailey called.

For me, I’ve always been big into exhibitionism. Sex in front of other people. Sharing pictures with friends. Having sex while on the phone is something I’d only ever done once in my life before and I wasn’t about to pass up the chance to make it twice. For Jenny, my wife, it was the exact opposite. She had come up not caring for that side of sex at all, but recently been enjoying indulging me a little bit. I moved my hand onto her neck and started catching up with Bailey. While we talked about her day and general gossip, Jenny moved up to kissing my torso and sucking on my nipples while rubbing herself against me down below. She starts making gestures to indicate that I should try to invite myself over to Bailey’s place. A few weeks ago we’d decided to try opening up our marriage and seeing how we liked it. Bailey and I had hooked up once during that time. Maybe one and a half times.

At this point Jenny can hear the whole conversation going on, but Bailey still doesn’t know that I’m doing anything other than sitting, reading, and talking to her. I’m working my wife’s breasts with one hand. Holding the phone and talking with Bailey with my other hand and carrying out a high-paced game of lip-read-charade with my wife at the same time as we try to plan the logistics for the night.

“Hey, should I head over to your place so you’re not drinking alone?” I offer.

“No, wouldn’t Jenny get upset if you came over here instead of hanging out with her?”

“No she’s working on her own project right now. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind in the least if I headed out your way. We’ve already done a bit of hanging out tonight anyhow.”

“Like you’re absolutely certain it’s okay if you come over?”

“Yeah. I’m beyond certain.”

Jenny moaned and moved back down to my cock. She motioned for me to keep talking and to make sure that I DID end up over at Bailey’s place. At this point we’re pretty much trying to invent our own sign language. Like straight out of Monster’s Inc – “YOU. GO. TO. SLEEP”. It doesn’t take a ton of convincing, luckily. I think Bailey had sort of been hoping that I might offer. All the same, Jenny’s working herself up and starting to moan more loudly as she starts to work herself on my leg. I think at this point she’s sort of hoping she gets heard.

“Okay. Come over, but don’t leave for like 10 minutes because I am NOT having you see my place like this. It’s filthy. I’m going to clean it up and then you’re never going to know that it was a mess.”

“Yeah. I think that I can probably come up with something that I can do in order to pass 10 minutes. In fact, I think I know exactly what I’ll be doing” I bend my leg that my wife had been working herself on. She yelps, tenses up, then pushes herself back down on the leg like it was the pillow and she’d just hit the 10-minute snooze.

“Alright. If I’m gonna leave in 10 minutes, I think I’m going to need both hands to get this done. I’ll see you in a little bit. Should I bring anything?”

“You’re gonna have to bring some alcohol if you want to catch up to me”.

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Pt 2 coming soon. Maybe. This took a while to write so I wanna make sure anybody actually wants pt 2 before I go and spend the time to write it.

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THE CAST

* **Me:** 6’4″, White. 28. Fairly muscular. I look like Edward Cullen when I’m clean shaven and Renly Baratheon when I’m not. Class clown type.
* **Jenny:** 5’10”, white, 30, light brown hair. Slim, but with padding in all the right places. Hips, breasts, etc. That IS her in the picture above. Can’t think of a celebrity look alike off the top of my head.
* **Bailey:** 5’6″ or so. Very tiny frame. Tight body, small breast. Small ass. Looks like Arya from Game of Thrones. Like … almost exactly like Arya if Arya had a slightly skinnier face.

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