My husband, Todd, and I had been talking about our trip for days. Especially at night, in bed, where we titillated each other with fantasies about the uninhibited sex we would have in a strange town, in the exciting anonymity of a motel room. Todd even packed a “travel kit,” as he called it, saying that it was a surprise.

On the day of our departure, we were aware of a kind of background static of eroticism that kept us both turned on during the long drive upstate. As soon as we got to the motel, Todd opened the “travel kit” and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured us each a glass, then reached back into the bag, pulling out a silver satin chemise and matching panties.

We showered together, and then I put on the slinky chemise. I was on my knees on the bed, sucking Todd, when the phone rang. We both jumped six inches.

Todd answered it. I saw his eyes cloud in confusion and heard him say, “What ?” He listened intently for a moment, and then his eyes focused on the window curtain. We both noticed for the first time that it was partially open.

I instinctively jumped from the bed and away from the window.

“Did someone see us?” I gasped. My husband nodded, and I thought for a second I was going to faint.

I heard Todd say, “Why don’t you call back in ten minutes?”

As Todd hung up the phone, I noticed that his erection had not slackened; if anything, he seemed even more excited. He went to the window and closed the gap in the curtain before he answered any of the dozen questions I was babbling. He told me that the caller had said his name was Fred, and that Fred hoped we’d left the curtain open on purpose.

“What did he mean by that?” I asked.

“He wants to watch some more,” Todd said.

“And you told him to call back?”

“I thought you might want to let him,” my husband said evenly as he reached out and hooked one finger in the crotch of my panties and drew it teasingly over my still-wet vagina. I groaned and pushed myself against his finger, catching my breath when it slipped into the hot tunnel of my pussy.

“Do you really want to do this?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“You know I want to. The way other men look at you has always turned me on. I’ve always wanted to really show you off.” He kept after me until I admitted that it was what I wanted too. We both sat on the bed then, staring at the phone. It seemed like ages before it finally rang. Todd handed me the receiver.

“Hello?” I said softly.

“This is Fred,” a man began after a second’s hesitation. His voice was deep, masculine. I liked it. He told me how beautiful he thought I was, and how the sight of me sucking Todd had excited him so much, he had to call. He said it wasn’t enough, somehow, to just see us. He wanted us to know he’d seen us.

Todd was next to me on the bed, and he pulled me down gently. He started kissing my neck and moved his lips further and further down until he was between my legs, licking my clit through the satin panties. I was trying hard not to pant into the phone.

Fred asked me my name. “Karen,” I lied. He was silent for a second, and when he spoke again, it was to ask me what Todd was doing. I toid him and heard his breathing quicken.

“Let me watch,” he said.

“Where are you?” I asked weakly as Todd pulled the crotch of my panties aside and began to work his tongue rapidly over my naked clit. Fred told me he was in the room opposite ours, just across the patio. By now I was hunching against Todd’s mouth, feeling my orgasm build, goaded by the dizzy excitement of getting a total stranger so turned on.

“Please,” Fred said thickly, and the raw lust in his voice pushed me over the edge. I sobbed over the phone as my body convulsed.

Fred asked me again to let him watch. I was so excited, I hardly knew what I was doing. It was several seconds before I managed to say “All right” into the phone.

Todd rolled off the bed and went to the window. With one tug he pulled the curtains open as far as they would go, and I heard Fred moan, “I can see you!”

I reached over to hang up the phone as Todd came back toward the bed, but put it quickly back to my ear when Fred shouted, “Wait! Don’t hang up. You don’t have to talk to me, but leave the phone off the hook. I want to hear you as I watch you.”

I put the receiver down next to the pillow and saw the glint of approval in Todd’s eyes. I pushed my husband down on his back and straddled him as he reached up to pull my panties off my ass. We heard a loud groan from the phone. I lifted myself up and guided Todd’s cock to my starving pussy, settling down on him and watching his eyes fill with pleasure. I rode him faster and faster, spurred on by the imagined heat of Fred’s stare burning into my wiggling buttocks.

Todd reached up and pulled the chemise over my head, tossing it onto the floor next to my panties, and I slowly turned on his erection to face the window. We heard another groan from the receiver as my breasts came into view. Todd was squeezing my ass roughly, just the way I like it, while I used one hand to knead my breasts and the other to stroke his tight scrotum. Then my husband rolled me off him and onto my back.

We fucked in every conceivable position after that, hearing from the phone shouts of approval that kept us wild the whole time. Todd was doing me doggy-style, my knees on the edge of the bed while he banged into me from behind, when I felt him tense. He clutched me tightly, and his knees literally buckled as he came, pumping jet after jet of his hot semen inside me.

He turned me over and pulled my legs apart, then got down on his knees between my thighs and used his tongue to get me off again. Then he kissed me and headed for the bathroom. I felt almost unfaithful picking up the phone while he wasn’t in the room.

“Are you still there?” I asked in barely more than a whisper.

“You’re incredible,” Fred said. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited.” He told me that he was naked too, sitting in a chair next to the window, fucking his hand and wishing it was me. I felt myself blush at his words, even after everything Todd and I had done. He asked me if we were finished, and, when I said no, he asked me what we were going to do next.

It was just at that moment that I made up my mind. I rolled over onto my belly, feeling so deliciously naughty as I heard Fred’s sharp intake of breath. I began to shiver.

“You’re going to let him fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes,” I said, and I put the phone back on the pillow and went to look in my husband’s “travel kit.” Sure enough, he had brought along a small tube of jelly.

When Todd came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, I pushed his legs apart and sank to the floor between them. He smiled happily when I showed him the lubricant. His flaccid penis sprang instantly to life as I squirted the thick jelly onto it. When it was fully erect and gleaming in the brightly lit room, I handed him the tube and crawled up onto the bed. I put my head down on the pillow and brought my knees up under me, pushing my ass high in the air.

I gasped as my husband spread my cheeks with one hand and his slippery finger eased its way down to my anus. He drew light, teasing circles around the tiny opening before beginning to insinuate his finger into the tight tunnel. It felt good.

I could hear Fred’s breath rasping in the phone and Todd’s growing more ragged by the second. I heard myself whine softly in anticipation as the head of my husband’s cock pressed against my anus. I gasped as my sphincter relaxed and seemed to suck him in. Todd began to move gently in and out, going a little deeper with every stroke. Picking up speed, he reached around my waist to rub my clit. I began to moan and buck back to meet his long, rapid thrusts, reveling in the exquisite feel of him inside my ass.

Fred’s voice on the phone cried, “I’m going to come,” and I heard a tortured groan of ecstasy come through the receiver. That, along with Todd’s finger on my clit, brought me off explosively. I began to writhe and whimper in orgasm, and Todd screamed as his own dam broke. I could feel every spasm, every jerk of his cock, and the hot splash of the torrents of come in my upturned bottom.

We never saw Fred that night, but whenever either of us is in the mood for really wild sex, we just mention his name. Or Todd calls me “Karen.”