Hot Married Sex

This is part two of my Phone Sex story, so if you haven’t yet read the first part, take a quick detour to Phone Sex - Part I and do so now. Otherwise, read on, and expect explicit language.

     “Lie back on the bed and open your legs, wide.”
     His voice on the other end of the phone was calm yet commanding, and she didn’t hesitate do follow his instructions the moment he had uttered them.
     “Okay,” she said.
     “Where are your hands?”
     “My left is holding the phone.”
     “And your right hand?”
     She smiled and glanced down at her right hand.
      “Stroking.”
      “Stroking what?”
      “You know what.”
      “I do. But I want you to be specific.”
      “I’m stroking my pussy.”
      “Try again.”
      “I’m stroking my hot, tight, pussy. And I’m getting very wet listening to you.”
      She loved the way he always insisted on her stating the obvious, and on describing what she was doing in as much detail as possible. She knew that he got turned on listening to her talk dirty, and if the truth be told, it always turned her on just as much.  
      “Start rubbing your clit,” he said. “And as you do, tell me what you’re thinking.”
      “Okay,” she said. “I’m thinking about the last time I was with you. You had me tied to the bed and you tongue fucked me for what seemed like hours. I looked down at you and saw that animal look you get in your eyes when you’re eating me out.” Although she wasn’t totally aware of it, her right hand was steadily gathering speed as she related the thoughts to him.
      “I made you talk like a dirty slut that night, didn’t I?”
      “Yes,” she said, and her pussy twinged at the memory.
      “Well it would make sense for you to do the same again, seeing as you’re thinking about that night anyway.”
      “What do you want me to say?”
      “Can’t you remember what you said the last time?” he laughed.
      “Oh, I can remember,” she said. The fact was, she’d thought of it constantly for a couple of days, and had to change several pairs of panties as a consequence.
      “Go on then. Talk to me.”
      “I want you to fuck me,” she said.
      “How?”
      “Hard. I want you to make me your dirty little slut. I want you to take me. Own me. Use me.”
      “I am using you. Right now.”
      “God, yeah. I know. And I fucking love it.
      Her right hand was rubbing hard on her clit, which had swollen considerably in the last couple of minutes.
      “I want your cock,” she said. “I need it. So fucking badly.”
      “Keep going, but don’t cum until I say you can.”
      She swallowed hard, her breathing already quite shallow.
      “I want you to pin my hands down above my head and fuck me hard. I want you to call me names.”
      “Like what?”
      “Nasty names. Bitch. Whore. Slut. Call me a cock tease and tell me you’re gonna give it to me hard to teach me a lesson. Oh, god, yes…”
      “Alright. Stop.”
      His voice was firm and final.
      “What?”
      “Take your hand away from your pussy and stop. That’s all for tonight.”
      She did as he commanded, but her clit was aching. Another minute or so and she would have cum big time.
      “You bastard. You can’t expect me to stop, just like that. Finish me.” She gritted her teeth. “Finish me now.”
      “Maybe next time,” he said, and hung up.

* * * * * * * *

      He enjoyed the last mouthful of bourbon and put the empty glass down on the table. A glance at the clock told him it was nine thirty. He rose from his armchair, flicked off the lamp in the corner of the room and headed upstairs.
      You’ve got to keep them keen, he thought with a smile. Besides, she really does love being teased. She just wasn’t expecting you to let her get that far…
      When he reached the top of the stairs he flicked off the hall light and pushed open the door. She threw a cushion at him as soon as he entered the room.
      “That’s for letting me get so worked up,” she said. “You did it deliberately.”
      “Yes,” he said.
      “She tried not to smile, but didn’t quite succeed. “Sometimes I wonder why I ever married you in the first place,” she said.
      “You married me because you knew you’d enjoy playing games like this.”
      He smiled and closed the door. Tonight they’d fuck like demons, and all it had taken was half an hour of creative preparation. Whoever said married sex was boring needed to get themselves some education.