Hot Married Sex

Erotic fiction is something that I hope to write more of here at Hot Married Sex, and after giving it a whirl with Erotica For Her, I’m now going to attempt something slightly different with a two-part story entitled Phone Sex. Expect explicit language, and let me know what you think…

Phone Sex – Part I

He set his glass of bourbon down on the oak side table and settled into the dark leather armchair beside it. A glance at the pendulum wall clock told him it was one minute to nine in the evening, and he pressed a couple of buttons on his mobile phone, then snapped it shut just as quickly.
     No, make her wait, he thought. Sixty seconds more won’t kill you.
     He watched the pendulum swing back and forth, each complete movement marking another second gone by. The more he watched, the longer each swing seemed to take, and he thought it funny how the mind can play tricks on itself like that. The sway of the pendulum reminded him of the way her hips moved when she walked, and when the clock finally struck nine he was almost disappointed that it shattered his idle fantasy.
     After waiting for the last chime to sink back into silence, he flipped open his phone and dialled again.      Her phone rang once, twice and then she answered.
     “You’re late,” she said.
     “Actually I’m exactly on time.”
     “But you knew I’d be waiting for you.”
     “And that’s why I didn’t ring sixty seconds ago,” he smiled.
     “You’re a bastard,” she hissed. “You know I hate being teased.”
     He reached for his glass and took a slow sip of the dark amber liquid, savouring the burn for a long moment before finally swallowing. “I know you say that,” he said. “But you love it really.”
     She laughed softly at that, and he could imagine her squirming with delight.
     “What are you wearing?” he asked.
     “A silk negligee. That black one you bought me. Remember?”
     “How could I forget? Are you wearing the panties too?”
     “No. I’m not wearing any panties, if you must know.”
     An image of her pussy flashed into his mind as she said that. Shaved, smooth, inviting. He’d spent several delightful evenings with his head between her thighs, and he was looking forward to many more in the future. His groin stirred as he considered the prospect.
     “You’ve gone quiet. What are you thinking about?”
     “Nothing much.”
     “Liar. You were thinking about me laying here with no panties, weren’t you?”
     “Maybe.”
     “Good. I like you thinking those things. I’d much rather you were here with me in person, though. My pussy is aching. It needs your tongue.”
     “Stop,” he said. “I’m a married man.”
     “That never held you back before.”
     “No, it didn’t.”
     “And I’m glad. Aren’t you?”
     He took another sip of bourbon and smiled. “Yes. I’m very glad.”
     “Well then.” She giggled at her small victory. “What’s it going to be tonight?”
     “I’m in a controlling mood,” he said.
     “Mmmmm” she moaned, “I like those.” Then she added, “How long do you have alone?”
     “She won’t be back for at least an hour.”
     “Okay then. Let’s get started….”