The only games I play are the ones that involve you know what….
A shiver ran down her spine when he asked her if she was wearing any underwear
“Are you alone?”
Even though she knew she was, Gail glanced over her shoulder to make sure Frederick was not around.
“Yes, I am,” she said. The smile on her face shone through in her words.
“Put the phone on speaker.”
“Done.”
“Spread your legs and touch your cunt.”
Gail had met Steve in a bar when she had drinks with colleagues on a Friday evening after work. She instantly felt attracted to him because he gave her the attention Frederick didn’t. Cliché? Yes, but sadly too true.
Gail was the last to leave the bar that night.
On her way home she scolded herself: Why did you kiss him? You are married! Why did you give him your number? Damn it, Gail, what if Frederick finds out?
Then she thought of their kissing, about his hand on her leg, his hand moving up to her crotch, and how she had stopped him just before he touched her right there.
Steve started calling her.
When she couldn’t talk, she refused the call, but several times now she had talked to him when Frederick wasn’t home. Each conversation was hotter than the previous one, but this was the first time he told her to touch herself.
“I hope you’re not wearing any underwear.”
Gail almost laughed at the remark, instantly seeing two love-sick teenagers in her mind, but she also shivered with desire.
It was as if Steve could see her.
“Picture this… there are two men in the room. I’m one of them. We’re watching you. You’re on the edge of the bed. Naked. Your legs spread. You want to touch yourself, but I grab your hands and tie them behind your back. We tie a spreader bar between your legs so you can’t close them.”
Gail moaned her approval of his words, but also because her fingers were softly stroking her naked labia.
Steve paused for a moment and then continued.
“One of us moves in behind you and blindfolds you. We help you stand, and just as you find your balance, I slap your bottom. My partner in crime slaps the other side. More slaps follow on both your cheeks. I walk away while he turns you around and, with his hand between your shoulders, he motions for you to bend over. You jump when ice touches you between your buttocks and the cold water runs down to your cunt.”
“Oh god, ice! I love that,” Gail said, her finger buried in a different wetness as she pleasured herself.
“Cold ice, and a warm bottom, because we spank you again. One ice cube became two. One turns circles around your anus, the other glides between your labia. Fingers soon replace the ice. You feel hands all over. On your breasts, on your bottom. We spank you again, and your breasts also have to endure a couple of slaps.”
Oh, if only those slaps leave some marks. Bliss!
Gail didn’t want to interrupt Steve’s words, but her moans and breathing already told him she was still listening. She was sure he could hear just how wet she was with her fingering herself.
“You feel something cold against your lips and then it disappears into your wetness. Next thing, it presses against your dark hole. It stretches you and you wriggle and push back against it and finally it nestles inside. The plug nestles deeply inside you and slowly warms up.”
Gail whimpered.
“We help you get up, turn around and lie down on your back. Your bottom rests at the edge of the bed, but so does your head. We have positioned your body diagonally across the bed. A hand disappears between your legs, pushes inside and then a tongue moves between your lips, tasting your delicious juices.”
A sigh escaped Gail’s mouth. She couldn’t remember when she had last been this excited.
“On the other side, one of us grabs your breasts, knead them harshly, and pulls your nipples. Pinches them. There’s no rhythm to it. You don’t know what to expect and when.”
Gulp.
Gail moaned again.
“Are you still touching yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Push your fingers in deep.”
“Oh, yes!”
“Suck them! I want to hear you suck them!”
Gail moaned and slurped when she had her fingers in her mouth.
“Now finger yourself again.”
Gail had just pushed a finger inside when she heard the familiar sound of Frederick’s car keys jingling in the bowl in the dining room.
“I have to go! God, I have to go.”
She frantically pulled her dress down and simultaneously tried to end the call. She quickly grabbed a book, opened it, and pretended to read as Frederick walked into the room.
“Oh,” he said and looked around in confusion as if he expected someone else to be there, “I thought I heard you talk to someone…?”
It was half a statement, half a question.
“I was,” Gail said, deliberately talking slowly as if she was bored, “my sister.”
“Oh,” Frederick said and turned around, heading for the kitchen.
Gail let out a deep sigh, one that expressed all her frustration and hunger in that moment, and her relief that Frederick didn’t realize what she had done.
Damn, why did he have to come home early?
Her phone pinged.
Husband home?
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