The phone rang. Karen leaned over to the nightstand, raising an arm over Frank, who was casually sucking one of her nipples. She brought the phone receiver to her ear.
"Hello," she said, and then she realized there was a slight catch in her voice. She cleared her throat, and said, "Hello," again.
"Hi, baby."
It was her husband.
"Hi, honey," she said.
Frank looked up. She held a finger to her lips, indicating he should be quiet. He smiled at her and went back to work on her nipple.
"How's Chicago?" she said into the receiver.
Frank continued working on her nipple, swirling his tongue around it, gently pulling it between his lips.
Karen ran her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to her breast. She spoke into the phone again. "I was just lying in bed," she said. "Trying to watch a TV. How was the meeting today?"
***
Greg sat on the edge of the bed in his hotel room, a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other. He cradled the phone between his shoulder and cheek.
"Boring," he said. "I made my presentation. Don't know how it went over, though. The head honchos are half stupid. They have no idea what they want."
He took a gulp from his drink and set it on the table next to the bed, then he stood and began unbuttoning his shirt.
"Anyway, I'll know more in the morning," he said.
He stuck his cigarette in his mouth and unbuttoned his pants.
***
Frank had his head between Karen's legs. He licked her pussy, which she'd shaved bare earlier that evening. She could feel every stroke of his tongue.
"I miss you," she said into the phone.
Frank stuck a finger inside her, moved it in and out, all the while circling her clit with the tip of his tongue. She arched her back, rubbing herself in his face.
***
Greg took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He kicked off his shoes, pushed his pants to his knees, then sat on the bed and finished removing them.
"You feel all right?" he asked.
***
"Ummm, I'm fine . . . why?"
She moved her hips up and down on Frank's tongue. He pushed his hands beneath her ass and pulled her closer.
***
"You sound different, that's all, like maybe you're distracted, not all the way in the conversation."
***
"I guess I'm just a little tired . . ."
She held the back of Frank's head, fingers spread wide, holding him in place as he tongued her clit with light, teasing strokes that sent shivers through her belly, all the way up to her nipples.
He went to work on her breasts again, sucking one nipple, fondling the other, back and forth like that between the two.
Karen slid a hand between her legs to finger herself.
Frank came up on his knees, one hand grasping his thick penis. He stroked it, looking into her eyes as he did. She knew what he wanted. She motioned him closer, replacing his hand with hers, stroking him. He placed the purple crown of his cock at her lips. She turned her head slightly, just enough to enable her to reach his cock and still be able to talk into the phone.
"Wanna have phone sex?" she asked her husband. "Pretend you're here with me now, sliding your big dick into my mouth . . ."
She opened her mouth as Frank fed his cock to her. She sucked gently, working her tongue around the rim, curling it against the underside.
"Umph . . ."
***
Greg reached for his drink and slid back on the bed, resting his back against the wall, now wearing only his boxers.
Amber came out of the bathroom wearing a towel. Her blonde hair fell over her shoulders in wet, shiny rings. She let the towel fall from her body and climbed onto the bed, straddling Greg's knees. He lifted his ass so she could take off his his boxers.
"Yeah," Greg said into the phone. "Suck my cock."
Amber grasped his cock with both hands, leaned down, and slipped her mouth around his cock. She began to pull and tug his thick shaft, sucking his dick deeper as she did.
"That feels good, baby . . . suck it."
***
Frank pushed his cock to the back of Karen's throat, causing a slight gag reflex before she was able to recover and start sucking properly.
***
Greg listened to the noises his wife made on the other end of the line, hot and wet, sucking sounds, probably her fingers, or maybe her dildo. She wanted to complete his fantasy for him. She wanted him to believe she was there with him.
He reached down and tangled his fingers in Amber's soft blonde hair, caressing her scalp as she took more of him into her mouth.
The girl was good, he'd give her that much. It hadn't taken more than a couple of drinks to get her to come to his room. She was one of those girls that hung around, waiting for the big conventions, looking for some guy to spend money on her. It didn't matter to her that some of them were married, so long as she got what she wanted in the bargain.
"Ummm, deeper, baby," he said, gently pushing on the back of her head.
She locked her lips tight around the base of his cock and came up slowly, letting the head of his cock slip from her mouth with a wet smack. She gripped him at the base and watched the expression on his face as she circled his smooth pink knob with her wet, hungry tongue.
***
"I want you to fuck me," Karen said into the phone, but as she did, she turned over and raised her bottom for Frank.
Frank took up residence behind her, his big hands gripping her fleshy thighs as he pulled her toward him.
"Come on, fuck me," she panted . . .
***
. . . and Greg slid deep inside Amber's wet pussy, cradling the phone and supporting his weight with both hands on the bed.
Amber wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. She pressed the hells of her feet down on his muscular ass, pulling his cock all the way inside her . . .
***
. . . "God, I love your cock," Karen said. "Give it to me, come on, fuck me!"
***
Greg loved when Karen talked that way. Her nasty words, the way she begged for his cock even when he wasn't there, it was a turn on.
He slammed into Amber, shaking her tits like Jell-O. She bit her lower lip to keep from squealing. He'd told her up front not to give him away, that they were going to play a little game, but that she needed to be discreet. He was pretty sure the idea of taking his cock while he was on the phone with his wife appealed to the horny little blonde. She wiggled beneath him, thrusting her hips up to meet each of his thrusts . . .
***
Frank's belly collided with Karen's ass cheeks. She rotated her bottom as Frank gave her long, hard strokes, taking his cock all the way each time, then filling her with it again.
"Ohhh, yeah, I'm coming,''Karen squealed. "Come with me!"
Frank gave a few more thrusts and pulled out to jerk off on her ass.
***
Greg's hand was a blur as he stroked the length of his cock until he squirted thick, warm spurts of come onto Amber's flat, heaving stomach.
***
Karen reached back and ran her fingers through the sticky white mess on her bottom. Frank leaned up over Karen, his cock pressing into the crack of her ass. She turned her head slightly, allowing him to kiss her on the lips.
***
Greg pecked Amber on the cheek and fell on the bed beside her, adjusting the phone so he could talk to Karen.
"You there?" he asked. He could hear her heavy breathing. "Did you come?"
He stroked one of Amber's pink nipples.
***
"I'm here," Karen said, stroking Frank's semi-hard cock. "That was incredible. You wouldn't believe how much I came."
***
"I'll be home tomorrow," Greg said. "I love you."
***
"I love you too," Karen replied. "See you then."
She hung up and rolled faced Frank, ready for one more round. . . .
Originally Published July 2006: Stripped! Anniversary Issue