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The phone suddenly rang, and though, admittedly, it wasn’t the worst possible time, it certainly wasn’t a good time. Janey and I had just arrived back to my room and were sharing a glass of wine when the piercing ring of the telephone made both of us jump. We both made a motion toward the receiver at the second ring, then Janey, remembering she was in my room, relaxed and sat down on the bed. I continued my movement toward the phone, smiling and shrugging my shoulders at Janey.

There was no secret, we both knew what we were doing, we both felt the heavy burden of guilt blanketing us and we both felt the incredible surge in our libido accompanying the guilt. The phone ringing should have chilled us like a bucket of ice water, but strangely Janey remained intensely focused on me, staring seductively even as I lifted the receiver and answered, “Hello…”

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Janey was an incredible woman, at ease in a boardroom and, from what little time I had spent with her this evening, also at ease in the bedroom. Though not beautiful, she had an appealing face, engaging eyes, and a deep red smile that seemed to glisten with possibility.

We had worked together for a couple of years now, each obviously drawn to the other, not in an overt way, somehow we just clicked. Not long after we met I began fantasizing about her, letting my mind drift down her long dark hair, cascade over her thin shoulders, and roll down over the slight mounds of her breasts. I pictured her nipples, firm and dark, jutting from the gentle curve of flesh; I imagined my fingertips moving up the slight slopes, pressing into her soft skin.

“Oh hi. Yeah, I went out to dinner,” I spoke into the phone, my mind jolting back to another woman, the one I woke up to every morning… well almost every morning. “I called you earlier, when I first got in, but…”

I paused, as I listened to a quick review of my wife’s afternoon and evening, I watched Janey slowly unbutton her blouse. “Yes, and did…” Janey removed the blouse and reached to the clasp of her bra.

“I’m dressed, why?” I answered, returning my attention to the phone conversation. “But I was about… Well yeah, that would be fun. Sure, I’m unbuttoning my shirt now,” I whispered.

Looking up, I saw Janey sliding her palms over her nipples. They were dark and large, just as I had imagined as I stroked my cock over the years. She moved her hands down and cupped both small breasts, holding them up as if offering them to me. I pulled off my shirt and said into the phone, “My shirt’s off now, I’m rubbing my nipples.” I pinched the phone between my shoulder and chin and ran my fingers over my nipples, feeling the tiny nubs harden at the touch.

My wife described her hands toying with her breasts as I watched Janey stand up and remove her shoes, dress, hose and panties. Standing in front of me, she moved her hands back to her breasts. “Lower, move your hands lower,” I said loudly, as I unfastened my pants watching Janey move her hands slowly down her stomach and though the dark triangle of hair. My wife described her hands moving down her sides, over her hips and through the tight tangle of light hair.

Removing the rest of my clothes, I heard my wife’s breath quicken, as she whispered how it felt for her fingers to move over her clit, gently teasing it. Janey sat on the bed, spread her legs and watched me as I stroked myself and watched her fingers dip into her cunt and then slide wetly up to her clit.

Feeling the pleasure surging through me, I paused, not wanting to come too soon and spoil this incredible threesome. Janey began rocking some on the bed as her hands moved faster, more urgently over her clit. On the phone, I could hear my wife moaning now, loosing track of her narrative description, now and again. I heard her whisper, “I want you in my pussy now,” and I imagined my cock sinking into her, into Janey… no into… who?

My wife whispered, “I’m coming,” so I began stroking fast and hard, letting the sensation pulse through me. Janey arched her back as she came, her moans thankfully muffled by my own. I felt my balls tighten and I watched my cum shoot from my cock in a graceful arc onto my stomach.

Janey fell onto her side on the bed, breathing hard and reaching out to touch my knee. I heard my wife sigh and ask, “Did you come?”

“Yes.”

“I could tell, was it good?”

“Oh yes, incredible,” I answered honestly, smiling at Janey.

“Well, I’ll call you later, before going to bed,” my wife said, “Besides, you probably have some cleaning up to do.”

“Yes, a bit,” I answered, “I love you.”

I hung up the phone and looked at Janey as she sat back up.

“Wow, that was strange,” she said. “Intensely sexy and yet…” she paused.

“Yet what?” I asked.

“Well, we had an incredibly erotic interlude but we didn’t…”

“No we didn’t.”

“Well, we did, but we didn’t. I mean we…”

“But no we didn’t, I mean, I had phone sex with my wife, you just happened to watch.”

“Watch as I performed for you.”

“Damn that was sexy, it was odd. I mean my wife’s voice and you… the guilt, god, the guilt and yet, damn it turned me on.”

“And knowing you were talking to her, I came so fast.”

“So did I,” I replied.

“Yes, you came magnificently,” she said, nodding as the rivulets of cum running down my stomach. “I’ll get you a washcloth.”

She tossed me a small towel and then tilted her head as if deep in thought. “You know, we don’t go home until the day after tomorrow. Why not try this again tomorrow night.”

“Okay, same time, same place.”

“No, tomorrow night, let’s go to my room and let me call my husband. I’m sure he’d love to play a bit with me on the phone, and I’ll have the fun of watching you as he talks to me.”

“Damn, that was a turn on, talking to my wife as I watched you.”

“And technically, we didn’t really do anything.”

“Technically yes, but wow, it was certainly something.”

“Yes, it was something. Here, help me with my bra.”

Without touching the breasts I had fantasized about so much, I carefully fastened the clasp and then sat on the bed to watch her finish dressing. When she finished, she took a final sip of her wine and whispered, “Well, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“And again tomorrow night.”

She held her nearly empty glass up and said, “Well, here’s to tomorrow night…”

I held up my glass and finished, “…and to your phone call home.”

“…and to my phone call home,” she said, gulping the last of her wine. She then placed the glass down, walked to the door, smiled longingly as she whispered, “Good night,” and slipped out through the door.