She Remembered to Call by SoCalMind

Ring-ring. Ring-ring. When our phone rings at 10:30 PM, its either a wrong
number or something has happened. In this case it was Saturday night and my
wife was away at a friend's wedding, so I jumped out of bed to grab the
phone before the machine picked it up.

"Hello," I grumbled.

"Hi," said my wife at the other end.

"Is everything OK?" I asked.

"Yeah, why?"

"Well it's late and your call scared me. I didn't expect to hear from you
until tomorrow morning. I figured you'd be at the wedding partying all
night. Why are you calling?"

"Uh, remember what you have been telling me about your fantasy?" she asked.

"No. What do you mean?" I said, knowing full well what she was talking
about. I played dumb to get her to say it.

"You know, about me being with another guy?"

Her words were sounding a little slow and slurred, and I figured she had
been drinking, but the call still surprised me. "Are you drunk?" I asked.

"A little, maybe. I have had four or five glasses of wine and I am feeling
good, but I think I am still thinking clearly. I have had enough to let my
guard down and I am calling to see if you still want me to make your fantasy
true. Let me know since I need to move now."

At this moment I didn't know what to say. My wife was 500 miles attending a
friend's wedding staying at the hotel where the wedding was held. We had
both been invited, but since we have four small children it would have been
too difficult for both of us to go, so she went alone. She left Friday and
drove a rental car since it worked out to be cheaper than flying. She
arrived that evening, went to the rehearsal dinner, then spent Saturday
afternoon driving around on her own sightseeing. She called me a few times
to check on the kids and to let me know her progress. I last heard from her
right before she left her room for the wedding.

Her call was still shocking and I needed to know all the details before I
could give her an answer. My wife, Jennifer, is a very attractive woman,
although she doesn't think so. She is 32 years old, 5'3", 115 pounds, and
has a very well proportioned body. After having three kids in the past five
years, her body bounced back nicely and looks very much like her
pre-pregnancy figure. Everything except her breasts. What were firm, full
34B's were now soft and sensuous 36C's. I liked the change in them, but she
thought they didn't look good anymore.

"What do you have to move on? Is the wedding over?" I asked.

"Pretty much. The people who are still left have moved into the hotel bar
which has a dance floor. That's why I am calling you now to see what you
think. There is someone I have been dancing with who has made it very clear
he wants to be with me tonight," she said.

"And just how did he do that?"

"Well, we were dancing a slow dance and he was feeling up my ass pretty
sexually and grinding himself into me. I could feel his penis through his
pants and, uhh, he whispered in my ear and told me he wanted me. Then, when
we walked off the floor, I ran my hand over his crotch to check. Are you
angry with me for doing that?" she asked.

"Angry? No way! Right now I am wicked excited and have a hard-on that could
break a two by four. I masturbated earlier tonight and I am about to blow
again just from what you are telling me. Who is this guy and does he know
you're married?" I asked her.

"I met him last night at the rehearsal dinner. His name is Ian. We were
seated across from each other and spent the whole evening talking like old
girlfriends. And yes, he knows about our whole family. He's from out of town
and I will probably never see him again."

"What's he look like and why was he at the dinner?" I asked.

"He looks a little like you, maybe a little shorter, and he's younger, maybe
29. He was at the dinner for the same reason I was - we both arrived a day
early and the families invited everyone who was there. After the dinner we
went to the hotel lobby bar, had a few more drinks and just talked. We ended
up closing the place, but nothing happened last night. I swear. I didn't
even get any vibes from him then. Tonight it's been a whole different story.
We have danced and talked and laughed a ton. He's a really good dancer and
we move well together."

I was little jealous about the dancing part since we never dance together
anymore, but it was interesting to hear my wife describing him as looking
like me. I am 6' tall and weigh about 190 and like her, I am also 32 years
old. Over the years I have noticed that any guy she ever found attractive
shared similar features with me. I guess she likes my type. "But you called
me at 9:30 last night to say goodnight. What time did the lobby bar close?"

"I was in my room when I called you because I needed to pee. I didn't tell
you I was heading out since I didn't want you to get any ideas. I'm sorry."

"No problem, I'm just glad you called now." Now I had to make a decision.
Did I want my wife to have sex with some other guy, her first time, while
she was away and I couldn't watch? If I said yes, I would miss out on her
first time - a prime part of my fantasy. If I said no, what was the chance
it would ever happen again? I figured her being on her own gave her the
freedom to enjoy herself. I was still in a little shock since I had only
told her about this fantasy of mine six months ago and we had barely even
talked about it. One shared story from the web we read together and that was
it. I guess it hit home with her since normally she doesn't warm up to
anything out of the ordinary this fast.

"Well," she asked, "do you want me to do this?"

"Do you want to?"

"I think so, on two accounts. One, I am intrigued by making your fantasy
come true. The other is I am attracted to this guy and am interested. I have
noticed guys like this ever since you told me your fantasy and have been
thinking about it a lot."

"OK," I said, "then I want to you do it, but under a couple of conditions.
First, you enjoy yourself. Let go and have fun. I don't want you holding
back. Two, you make sure he wears a condom - we have enough kids already and
you are the fertile type (I got fixed right after the birth of our fourth
kid). Finally, I want to hear about it. Not in the morning or when you get
home since you will probably forget all the juicy details which is what I
want to hear. No, I want to hear it when it happens. I want you to call me
as soon as you get started and leave the phone off the hook. I also want to
you narrate things to me. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, I can do that, but I have another secret for you. Shortly after we
read that story together, I went on the pill. Reading about that women
having sex with some unknown guy while her husband was hiding in the closet
turned me on so much I guess I knew this moment would come, so I went on the
pill and didn't tell you."

"Holy shit! I think I just blew my load from you telling me that. Change it
to make sure he leaves his load in you then. That's my ultimate fantasy, you
know?"

"Yes, I know. That's why I went on the pill. You aren't mad I kept it a
secret, are you?"

"I'm not mad at all, I guess timing is everything. If you had told me at
another time I probably wouldn't feel the same. Man, I just wish I were
there to be able to watch you, or join in. Hot Damn! OK, do you think he'll
protest to the phone thing?"

"If he wants me, he won't have a choice. I don't know which room we'll be
in, so I will call you on my cell phone. It's fully charged and since the
minutes are free it won't cost anything. I'll call you soon. I love you."

"Have a great time, I am so looking forward to your call. I can't believe
this is happening. I love you sooo much. Bye."

"I love you too. Thanks. I'll talk to you soon. Bye," she said then hung up.

I was in shock. My wife was going to have sex with some guy and I really
hadn't tested my feelings about it yet. Well, it's too late now. I hope she
remembers to call, and if not, I hope she remembers to tell me when I talk
to her next.

About 45 minutes later the phone rang again. This time I was waiting for it,
but I was still startled.

"Hello," I whispered.

"Are you still sure?" my wife asked.

"I guess so, where are you?"

"I'm in my room waiting for him. I invited him up for a 'night-cap' but he
said he wanted to grab a quick shower first. He said the dancing made him
all sweaty and he felt gross. The dancing made me sweaty too, so I showered
as well."

"What are you wearing?"

"Just my favorite blue t-shirt and those kick around loose shorts I always
wear."

"The really loose shorts? Are you wearing a bra? What about underwear? Are
you wearing a thong?" I knew I was grilling her at this point, but I was so
excited I couldn't help myself.

"Hee hee," she laughed, "you sound like a little kid in a candy store. To
answer, yes, the really loose shorts, no bra or underwear."

"Wow - no underwear! I think you look so hot in a thong, but no underwear is
even more sexy." This turned me on even more because the shorts in question
have very large leg openings. Without underwear, depending on how she sat,
you would be able to see her pussy. "It's a good thing I recently trimmed
your crotch hair, huh? Too bad you're not shaved anymore." She hasn't shaved
her pussy since before she was pregnant, even though I have been insisting,
or more accurately, begging.

"I guess," she said then there was a knock on the door, "He's here, so I am
going to put the phone down. Are you still sure?"

"Yes, I am. I can't wait. Don't forget to narrate when you can, OK?" She
didn't answer but I could hear her stand up and open the door. While I
couldn't make out any of the conversations, I knew she invited him in since
I heard two voices talking.

For the next twenty or thirty minutes I could hear talking and laughing, but
nothing was clear. A few times I heard drinks being poured and more laughing
so I could tell she was enjoying Ian's company. Then it went quiet for a
little while.

All of a sudden my wife picked up the phone and said, "Hello?"

"How are things going?" I asked. She told me Ian went out to get some ice
but things had heated up. They had been holding hands and he had rubbed her
leg. She was pretty sure he could tell she didn't have any underwear on by
the way he moved around and looked up her shorts. She told me it made her
very wet and she had butterflies in her stomach. I asked if they had kissed
at all, and she said only a little. Then she put the phone down since Ian
had come back.

I guess she had placed the phone in a new location because I could hear them
pretty well now. Ian had come back with the ice, but as he put it down,
Jennifer had turned him around and kissed him. I could hear them kissing for
long time, then I heard the bed rustle as they lay down.

Now I could hear the sounds of them kissing very deeply and passionately. I
could tell that every so often they broke and one or the other would nibble
on each other's neck and ears. I could hear my wife's breathing change and
low sighs of pleasure come from her.

"Rich?" she sighed.

"I'm here," I replied

"He's kissing my neck and he has his hands inside my shirt. He's squeezing
my nipples just right. It's making me so turned on. Oh hang on, he's taking
my shirt off." Wow! Someone I didn't know, and my wife didn't until just
recently, was going to experience my wife's wonderful breasts. I was flying.

She put down the phone and I heard more rustling. I think I heard my wife
say to Ian that he had to take his shirt off now too.

"I'm back. He's sucking on my tits now. He's really good at it. His hand is
working its way up my short leg. He just passed over my pussy ever so
gently. God this is good!" I was in heaven thinking of the pleasure and
feeling my wife was receiving. I was slowly rubbing my cock, but trying to
hold off from coming.

She put the phone back down and I heard more rustling on the bed. I heard
some sucking sounds and the sound of a man sighing. I figured Jennifer was
now kissing his chest and sucking on his nipples. I could hear Ian tell
Jennifer it felt good and he liked it. Then I heard Jennifer tell him to
lift his hips up. I heard his pants unzip and more rustling. She was taking
off his pants now. My head and heart were racing as my wife was turning this
man on by being a sexually aggressive woman.

"Hello, Rich?" said a man's voice.

"Yes?"

"Hi. Jennifer said I should talk to you and tell you what she was doing. It
feels weird, but do you mind? You have a hell of a wife here let me tell
you. She's really hot."

"Yeah, please tell me what she is doing, in great detail. I am sure you are
enjoying it," I answered.

"Oh yeah, I am enjoying it. She just took off my pants and underwear and is
stroking my cock. She is kissing my chest and sucking on my nipples. It
feels incredible. She is awesome. Oh god, she's kissing her way down my
belly and is starting to lick the head of my dick."

"Tell me, Ian, are you circumcised?" I asked. I am not and I think my wife
secretly misses the taste of a circumcised penis.

"Yes, why?" But before I could answer, he started talking again. "Man, she
is sucking my cock. She is taking the end into her mouth and licking it like
a big lollipop. At the same time she is using her hand to stroke me. Ohhhh.
Now she is licking the shaft up and down and rubbing my balls. Oooooh, it
feels great. I can't talk at the same time, I'm sorry."

Ian put down the phone but I could still hear what was going on. Jennifer
was sucking his cock and using her hand to stoke him at the same time. She
sometimes does this with me where she makes her mouth feel like a wet, tight
pussy moving up and down just on the head of my dick. She then uses her hand
to rub the shaft at the same time. She must have been doing this since I
know how I react and that was what I was hearing from Ian. He was groaning
in rhythm to the movements I heard.

Just then I heard him cry out he was close. The movements picked up and he
told Jennifer that if she kept it up she would get a mouthful. Things didn't
slow down and I heard Ian groan loudly as he erupted. I could hear Jennifer
sucking hard and not making any other noises and I figured she took his load
in her mouth. I then heard her ask Ian if he liked that, so I knew she had
swallowed it. Ian replied it was the best ever. This was incredible - my
loving wife had sucked a man off and swallowed him completely. I always
thought she gave one of the best blowjobs ever and this confirmed it.

After a few moments and some more rustling, I could hear them kissing a
little again. Then I heard Ian say that turnabout was fair play. Could this
mean that someone else was going to taste my wife's pussy? I was hoping.

Jennifer got back on the phone, "Are you still there?"

"Yes - did you swallow him?"

"Yeah, he was very tasty so I couldn't help myself."

"Is he bigger than me?"

"No, about the same size. Maybe a little bigger at the head. He's
circumcised so it feels different."

"What's he doing now?"

"He's sucking my nipples again and starting to pull my shorts off. Oops hang
on." She put the phone down and I heard the bed move again. "OK, I'm back.
He just slid my shorts off. He's kissing my stomach and running his hand
over my crotch. Ohhh, he just rubbed my clit and ran his fingers down my
opening. I am so slick from being so turned on. He was playing with my
crotch through my shorts when I was sucking him. He's got a finger in me
now. Oooh, uunghhh, it's good. Oh, he's starting to kiss me down there. He's
licking on both sides and in the middle. Uhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, he's licking my
clit while putting a couple of fingers in. It's like he knew what I like
it's so good. His other hand is underneath me lifting my ass. I don't know
how he's doing this, but he's licking me up and down and flicking my clit,
while he's got a few fingers in me moving in and out. Ooooh, uhhhh, he's
pushing at my asshole just a little. Ohhh, he's fingering me there too. I
feel out of control. I am so close to coming."

She stopped talking and I heard her breathing change. She was breathing in
short pants and puffs and was groaning with the guttural sound she makes
when she's about to come. She was no longer talking to me on the phone, but
I could hear her grunt and moan hard as she came. Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uunghh,
oooooh, oooohhhh. It sounded like she had a really big orgasm. After about a
minute she stopped moaning and I heard her trying to catch her breath. I
gathered from the sounds Ian moved up the bed and was laying next to her. It
sounded like they were kissing again.

Neither of them talked for a little while. After a few minutes I heard
Jennifer say to Ian she wanted him in her and I heard them moving on the
bed.

She picked up the phone again and started talking, "He's in between my legs
on top of me. He's rubbing his dick up and down my crotch. I can't believe
he's hard again. My God, this is more than I ever expected."

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"I didn't think I would be this exciting. It's like the very first time all
over again. Did you hear me come? Did you come yet?"

"It is the first time for you, and yes, I came when you came. Keep talking
if you can."

"Ohhh, he's pushing into me. I am spreading for him. It feels good. I am
getting that full feeling. He's going slow. Ohhhh, now he's all the way in
filling me. He is grinding against my clit and it is sending electric shocks
through me."

The sounds of the bed gave away Jennifer and Ian's movements. She wasn't
talking anymore, but I could hear them moving together having sex. They were
moving rhythmically with an occasional different sound throwing off the
rhythm. I guessed Ian was driving into her deeper and pulling out farther
during these movements. Jennifer was breathing harder and harder and making
sounds like she would come for a second time. My wife was going to have
another orgasm with this guy, this time with his hard cock buried deep
inside her. She was full of his manhood and her sounds gave away she was
enjoying it.

My cock was still hard and I was masturbating again. This would be my second
time tonight and my third time today and I was getting sore, but I couldn't
stop. I had soaked through the t-shirt I was using to catch my semen and had
to find another. I was in ecstasy and was hoping Jennifer was too.

Their movements stopped for a minute and I heard them talking a little. It
sounding like Ian was getting her to change positions. He asked her to get
on her hands and knees so he could take her from behind. I heard some
motions but didn't hear anything else for a little while when Jennifer
suddenly cried out with a loud "Unghhh" as he entered her. I heard the bed
start moving again and Jennifer picked up the phone.

"He's taking me the way you like, from behind."

"Do you like it from him?"

"Ohhh yessss," she cried out. "He's filling me and driving deep into me. I
am so on the edge again. He's reaching around and playing with my clit. I am
about to come again!" which was the last thing she said to me before she
shouted out in more moans and grunts as she came.

She must have come for four minutes in what I figured was three orgasms back
to back. As she settled down I heard her say to Ian to get on his back. I
heard them move and I figured she was going to straddle him and bounce up
and down. She does this with me when she wants to make me come. Ian was a
lucky man if he was getting this treatment. I was amazed he held out from
coming this long, but in this position, he would be finished soon. Jennifer
was just too good like this. Ian would come, and he would have to shoot his
load into my wife's pussy. I wish I was there to witness it and then follow
up with one of my own, but this was the next best thing.

I heard the bed start moving and Jennifer start to moan some more. I heard
Ian moan as well. Their actions kept up for awhile when Jennifer started to
make sounds like she was going to have another orgasm. This was incredible -
it would have been at least her fifth orgasm tonight. Ian then started to
make sounds like he was going to come. The two of them were driving me
crazy, I stopped stroking myself, but it didn't matter. I came without
touching myself. Just as I did, I heard Ian call out he was coming. Jennifer
increased the movements and I knew he came in her. His orgasm sounded huge
and went on for at least 20 seconds. Right afterwards everything went quiet.

A few minutes had passed when I heard them move again. It sounded like they
were separating from their position. After a little while Jennifer picked up
the phone, "Did you get all that?"

"Yeah. How many times did you come?" I asked her.

"I lost count. There were many little ones between the big ones."

"Did he come inside you? Where is he now?"

"He came in me. It was huge, especially for a second one. It was gushing out
of me while I was still moving on top of him. It was a fantastic feeling - I
could feel him shoot it into me. It put me over the edge and made me come
again. He's in the bathroom cleaning up a little now."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked.

"Ohhhh yeahhhh! I wish you had been here for this since I would have liked
to have you too tonight, but this was very satisfying. Maybe we can do this
together some other night."

"You mean you'll do this again?"

"Hell yeah, but only with you next to me." I could tell by her voice she was
trembling with excitement.

"Is he staying the night? I asked.

"I don't know. Maybe. I am a little worn out, so I am done for now, but I
don't know. Are you sure you aren't mad at me."

"Jen, I am so excited and turned on, there is no way I could be mad. I came
four times myself, once without touching myself. I am so glad you enjoyed
yourself."

"OK, I am going to hang up. I may take a shower with him and the phone isn't
waterproof. I love you. Thank you for letting this happen"

"I love you too, and thank you for doing this for me. If you guys shower and
get started again, you don't have to call me. But if you do it again I will
expect a full, detailed report in the morning, OK?"

"OK, I promise. I love you. Bye."

"I love you too, bye." We hung up. I was wired. I was so turned on and
excited I didn't know if I would get to sleep. I looked at the clock and it
was 1:30 AM. I had to try to sleep, but I was still hard as ever. I
masturbated one more time and tried to sleep.

The phone ringing at 8:30 AM woke me from my slumber. It was my wife again
and she had another story to tell.

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