Aural pleasure takes on an exciting new dimension for a man when his clever wife attaches a

speaker to their bedroom phone-now he can thrill to the dirty talk of one woman and the knowing touch of another.

About a year ago my wife took a consulting job that required her to be out of town three, sometimes four days a week. This imposed only a minor strain on our relationship, in part because when she was home, she had lots of free time, large portions of which we spent in bed. But those long nights alone when Mary Lee was away began to take their toll on me. Given the kind of person I am. my alternative, were limited An affair was out. I know several attractive. eligible women. but I’m not really interested in getting involved in a relationship with someone else. I could certainly rely on masturbation. but since. after all. my relation with Mary Lee are imaginatively erotic, even adventuresome. why should I rely on anything les when left to my own device,? I had something mind.

I had certainly heard of phone sex — I knew it existed, I’d seen the ads-but it was something that had come along after I’d gotten married, and 1 had always figured that it was the last refuge of the truly needy. Maybe I had now become one of the truly needy. Anyway. the idea alone seemed to have an effect on me. because the more I thought about having some invisible, unknown woman talk dirty to me over the phone. the more turned on I got. I decided to give it a try.

It was Thursday night. Mary Lee had been gone since Monday afternoon. I sat for an hour in a hot tub. smoking and reading, until all the days tensions had washed away. I got out. dried off and retired to the bedroom with the phone, a credit card. and some oil that had been warming in the bathtub with me. I placed my call. gave the woman on the other end my card number and described the sort of young lady, and the sort of activity, I had in mind. Since it was my first time, I opted for the traditional, and in no time I received a call. Candy-she called herself-proceeded to tell me all the things she’d like me to do to her. She described herself as blonde, about twenty-two and a student at a local university. The money she made from these phone calls, she said, helped pay for her studies. I don’t know if she was reading some sort of prepared script or making it up as she went along, but she was certainly good at her work. She had a deep, honeyed voice that wrapped itself lovingly around the kinkiest words.

Candy asked me where I was and what I was wearing, and I told her. Thinking of me naked, she said, really turned her on. She just knew how much I could excite her, she said, how my hands and tongue would caress her, drive her right to the edge. Then I would enter her and complete the act, giving her the hottest orgasm of her life.

All of this was described in the most precise detail, and as she went on, her voice became tighter until, as she told me about the orgasm I was causing, she was gasping with pleasure. For my part, I was not idle. I was extremely aroused, both by her words and by the way she said them, and I applied the warm oil liberally. I did the best I could to sustain matters as long as possible, but thanks to her skill, I moved faster and faster, stroking my full, rigid length until I erupted violently all over my hand and naked belly. Thus our conversation was over in about five minutes, and I was left drained. I thanked Candy and hung up.

The next day, my wife returned, and I had all but forgotten about the incident when the bill from the credit card company came. When she asked me what it was for, I told her. Mary Lee apologized for leaving me alone and horny so often but pointed out that there were cheaper ways to get what I was after. When I asked her what she meant, she just smiled and promised me that I’d find out the next time she left town on business.

Sure enough, when I got  back from taking her to the airport for her next trip, I found a small package she had evidently left sitting on the dining room table on her way out the door. It was wrapped in bright red paper, and attached to it was a note saying “To Be Opened Only In Case Of Emergency.”

Naturally I did not wait and opened it immediately. It contained a snapshot, apparently taken with a timer, of my wife in her most provocative lingerie. Along with the photo was an unlabeled audiocassette which I put at once into the tape deck. In a minute a voice came through the speakers. It was my Mary Lee’s.

“You couldn’t wait, could you?” she asked mockingly. “Well, okay, but I hope you’re comfortable, because I would hate to waste all this.”

I listened just long enough to discover what she was doing. She was talking dirty to me, just as Candy had. It was as though my wife were giving me phone sex — only it was free, and the phone was missing, and I could stop and restart it anytime I wanted to, even rewind it and listen to it all over again. The idea turned me on instantly. I took the tape deck upstairs to the bedroom, undressed and lay down. When I was ready, I hit the PLAY button. The results were better than I could have imagined.

As good as Candy had been, my wife was outstanding, if only because she knew me better and so knew exactly what would turn me on, as well as how to vary the intensity of what she was saying so that I could pace myself over almost the entire thirty minutes of the tape. She began by describing how she was dressed in the photograph-in just a translucent wraparound nightgown with a high empire waist which emphasized for my pleasure the heft and contours of her breasts.

She talked about how she was touching herself exactly the way I touched her when we were together. She told me how it felt when she caressed herself and how she fantasized about me while she was doing it. I listened to the entire tape, getting more turned on by the minute, and then I listened to it again. At the end of the second run-through, I had an orgasm that was mind-shattering in power and almost unbelievable in duration.

Three days later, when my wife got back, she asked me if I’d made any phone calls while she was gone. All I could do was assure her that it had not been necessary. She just smiled.

That was not, however, the end of phone sex for us. Mary Lee pointed out to me that she gets as horny as I do during these long business trips, and making the tapes, something she does when she has a few minutes’ free time on the road provides her with a great deal of pleasure’. She continues, from time to time, to record new tapes for me to enjoy while she is away, treating me to her fantasies and memories of us together and the short sharp cry she makes when she comes. It’s always a surprise and always satisfying. On her return from a recent trip, however, the first thing Mary Lee asked me when she got into the car was whether I still had Candy’s phone number.

I was surprised and said I didn’t, but that I knew where to get it. She told me to do so, and when I protested that it cost a lot of money and that, besides, her stuff was better anyway, she just told me to go ahead. She had, she assured me, yet another surprise in store.

I complied, and later that night, after dinner, my wife took a package from her suitcase. The package contained a speaker attachment for our phone. Once it was hooked up, she slipped out of her dress and told me to call Candy.

I repeated the process of giving my credit card number, and then, once the preliminaries were over, the phone rang and Candy came on the line. She was, as I expected, very professional, saying that she remembered our last “rendezvous.” She had enjoyed that very much, she assured me, and was certain that this would be even better. Her voice filled the room, thanks to the speaker attachment, and I glanced over at my wife, who was smiling and listening intently. She put a finger to her lips to indicate that I was to keep her presence there a secret, and I nodded.

Mary Lee was entirely bewitching in a tiny black push-up bra and black panties, a matching garter belt and dark, textured stockings. We call it her “French whore outfit.”

Her nipples peek out over the lacy edges of the bra; and the panties are just translucent enough to reveal her shadowy bush, and tight enough to outline her swelling pubic mound. When she was sure I had gotten an eyeful and that her image was clearly implanted in my brain, she reached over and turned off the light, plunging the room into total darkness, and sat down on the bed next to me while Candy began to talk about how much she would enjoy doing certain things to me. As I lay there in the dark, I was aware only of the sound of a voice, Candy’s, speaking in considerable detail regarding exactly what she would do and exactly how I would respond. And as Candy, in her husky voice, lovingly described each action, Mary Lee, unseen by me but not unfelt, performed it.

The effect was astonishing. For some reason, the fact that I could not see made the sound the dominant experience, enhanced rather than overridden by the sensations of what Mary Lee was doing. And she quickly got into the rhythm of the thing so that, almost at the instant the words were out of Candy’s mouth, I was feeling them on my skin. It was the ultimate in phone sex.

I had told the woman who took my call that I was interested in oral sex this time, and Candy began at once to talk about licking me all over, starting at my toes. And sure enough, I felt this light licking, then nibbling, on my toes.

As Candy described it, the licking and sucking continued all the way up one leg while expert fingers massaged the other. To my apprehension, the licking and sucking continued upward past my hips, dipping briefly into my navel before continuing upward.

Candy described how much men’s nipples turned her on, how she loved to pinch them, to suck on them until they were rigid with excitement. This was an entirely new experience for me, but when my wife took first one, then the other nipple between her lips, I felt a shock throughout the length of my body.

I must have made a sound, because Candy asked me if I liked that. I blurted out that her mouth was driving me mad. That was when one of them, Candy or my wife, chuckled. And I couldn’t tell which one it was. They actually seemed to be working together intentionally now. It was as if Candy and Mary Lee were aware of each other.

Candy told me that she enjoyed keeping my cock ready by stroking it lightly with her hand. It was so hard, she just knew it would be wonderful to suck. She said she could feel it straining to be inside her, each vein pulsing, the balls heavy with come.

Mary Lee was running her fingertips lightly along the shaft as Candy spoke. Then her hand slipped lower to fondle and squeeze my balls. She flicked her tongue across my nipples while her long nails raked my balls lightly, causing my voice to twitch in response. Candy sighed and whispered that when a man warbled like that, she knew he was ready for her mouth. She was going to suck me, she promised, until she drove me completely insane.

She began to describe the process. First, she said, she would use just the tip of her tongue to stroke me. I could feel Mary Lee’s tongue on the underside of my cock. She would lick the head, she promised, tasting my pre-come, then move down, lower, slowly, until she reached my balls, which she would take, first one, then the other, in her mouth.

Very gently, Mary Lee did exactly what Candy described. After she sucked my balls, she said, she would work her way back up to the tip of my cock and run her tongue just under the head, where she knew I was extremely sensitive. Clever woman!

With each stroke my cock jumped in response to my wife’s tongue until she caught the head between her lips and held it there, her fingers still holding my balls firmly in their grasp. Candy told me she was sucking me now, that it felt wonderful having my cock, so big and hard, in her mouth. She asked me to finger her while she sucked me, and I reached down to touch Mary Lee. Her panties were soaking wet. She moaned when I slid my fingertips around the edge of the elastic and into her open, yielding flesh; the vibration spread through my body. Oh, yes, said Candy. That was perfect.

Mary Lee began to suck in earnest now. She gripped me with both hands, encircling my balls and the base of my cock. She eased my cock into her mouth until I could feel its hot wetness halfway down the length of her throat.

She loved it, Candy said as Mary Lee sucked me-having me in her mouth, being able to take my manhood inside her and to give me so much pleasure. She said she loved the smoothness of my skin and the hardness of my cock, the texture of each ridge and line, the smell of it and the salty tang of it on her tongue.

Mary Lee’s tongue swirled around it and licked it, and she made her mouth a gripping tunnel that held me, focusing all my tactile sensations there, while Candy prompted me, turning the feelings into words, the words into feelings.

It felt so good, she said, taking my power into her, controlling it, making it respond to her will. Mary Lee was working her hands up and down the shaft and holding my balls in her mouth at the same time, her lips meeting her fingers in the process. Her mouth sucked me noisily, slurping, drenching me with saliva as Candy’s voice grew huskier and deeper, her words driving me to climax.

She could feel it, Candy said, building inside me. Her hands and her mouth could always tell when a man was ready. Just a minute more now, she promised, then begged me to put my finger in her.

I pushed the crotch of my wife’s panties aside and entered her, feeling her hot breath on me as she gasped with delight.

Perfect, said Candy, and she told me to get ready. She was going to make me come, make me come in her mouth so much that she would not be able to swallow it all. I would fill her until hot come ran down her chin. Mary Lee was moving faster now, her mouth and both her hands working quickly and smoothly on my straining flesh.

With each downward motion of her head, she engulfed half my length, then slid back up, until her lips just grasped the tip of my cock before sinking down again. Her tight grip on my balls almost caused me to cry out, and I must have made some kind of sound, because Candy said, “Yes, here it comes. Come in me now,” she ordered. “Fuck my mouth. Do it.”

I exploded, sending burst after burst of thick come into my wife’s gulping mouth. The orgasm was exquisite: prolonged, almost painful in its intensity, my mind completely focused precisely there. With Candy’s voice urging me on, Mary Lee continued to suck and stroke me, my shaft lubricated with the overflow from my cock, until the spurting slowed and subsided.

Finally my cock began to soften until it lay limp in her mouth. Candy, on the other end of the line, made delicious lip-smacking sounds and thanked me for a lovely evening. I thanked her and told her I hoped we could do it again. She replied that I knew where to reach her and hung up.

My wife turned on the light and smiled at me. Her face was somewhat comesmeared, and she was smiling broadly. We cleaned up, shared a cold glass of wine and agreed that, so far at least, this had been the best phone sex of all.