My Wife Needs Cock Now!

The telephone rings. I put down the report I'm reading and answer. 'Hello lover.' It is Sally, my wife. Her voice is low and husky and I get a sharp pang of home sickness. For the last month I've been 8,000 kms away providing technical inputs on a large infrastructure project.

'Honey,' she continues in that sexy voice. She cuts straight to the chase. 'You know how a couple of days ago my bummie was all itchy?'

Yeah, I sure do. We had a nice phone sex session as she described sitting on the loo rubbing her itchy bum, fingering her anus, wishing she had my cock to sit on and fuck till the itch went away, holding the phone low while she pissed, then letting me listen as she diddled her swampy snatch.

'Well, honey, it's still itchy!' I make a sympathetic noise. 'It's driving me crazy! Last night I used all my toys, one after the other, even that big dildo you got me for my birthday, but all day today I've been just as itchy. You know how that makes me.' I make more sympathetic noises, while taking my pants off and lying on the hotel bed. She continues, 'The only remedy is cock – long hard thrusting cock. I'm desperate, honey!'

I tell her I wish I was there to help, but I have another ten days here on site. She has no patience.

'So,' she says, cutting me off. 'I was talking to my sister and she was saying how she has this neighbour's son – Bobby? – who is quite good at helping her out with different things.' Ah yes, her 25 year old slut sister with three kids from three different guys; welfare dependent and no ambition to be otherwise; good looks fading and always ready to exploit what she still has. 'You know, he sometimes looks after her kids when he gets home from school, gets her cheap grass, does odd jobs.' I grunt. Sally knows I'm not over impressed with her sister who takes for granted the support we provide.

'Anyway,' drawls Sally. 'I rang Bobby earlier this evening and he has brought around the best grass.' She giggles. 'So far we've had two joints but – honey – my poor bummie is still itchy and it's driving me to distraction!' I make a clucking sound.

'So tell me, lover,' she continues, voice all husky again. 'Have you got your cock out?'

'Uh huh,' I say.

'Tell me what it looks like. Is it all red and stiff?'

'Uh huh,' I say.

'Is it pulsing? Is pre-cum making the head all shiny?'

'Uh huh.'

'Does it taste all salty?'

I make a slurping sound so she can hear me sucking my finger.

'Oh honey!' she gushes in frustration. 'I can't tell you how badly I need cock right now!' I make more sympathetic noises.

'I know!' she says excitedly, little girl with a bright idea. 'Bobby!' she says in a loud commanding tone. Then more gently, 'Bobby, come over here.'

'Sure Mrs Sanders,' a young voice replies in the background. There's a slight clunk as Sally puts the phone down on the table.

'Now Bobby, I was telling you how my husband is away and how much I'm missing him and how it's just not natural or healthy for a gal to go without her marital needs.'

'Uh, yeah, Mrs Sanders.' I can hear both voices clearly.

Well Bobby,' my wife drawls. 'You know how sometimes you help out my sister with her needs...' I hear a zipper go down and the rustling of clothes. 'Bobby,' says Sally in a hushed voice. 'You've got a real nice cock.'

'Honey,' she says into the phone. 'He's got a nice whanger. Bigger than I expected for a teenager. And it's uncircumcised – mmmmm nice. It's been ever so long since I've held an uncut dick!'

'You liar!' I admonish. 'What about that guy at the resort last summer?' She giggles and I know she is remembering the couple we swung with while on holidays. Sally had enjoyed giving the guy blow jobs and he was grateful because his wife wasn't that way inclined. His wife, on the other hand was big into DP...

'Bobby,' says Sally now. 'Your cock looks so yummy! I've just got to have a little taste!'

'OK Mrs Sanders.'

'Mmmmmmffff, mmmmmmmmfff,' goes my wife, her mouth obviously full of the boy's cock. 'Mmmmmffff, mmmmmfffff.' Sounds of sucking. Grunts and pants from both of them. 'Such a nice cock!' says Sally a little breathlessly. 'Now let me see those balls. Mmmmm, nice! Mmmmmffff, mmmmmfffff.' Lots more slurping and grunting.

'Wow Mrs Sanders!' says Bobby in an excited voice. 'You suck cock like a pro!'

'Well, thank you, I'm sure!' she says all chirpy. 'Bobby, I'm just going to take off my blouse so you can play with my boobs, OK?' Rustle of clothing. 'Yes, massage them while I blow your dick! Mmmmffff, mmmmmfffffff.' I imagine her dark curls waving as Sally bobs back and forth at Bobby's groin.

'I thought your sister gave good head,' gasps Bobby after a minute or so. 'But, Mrs Sanders, you are way superior! Way!' There's no doubt about that, though Bobby may not know yet that Sally's sister gives much better head if she gets slapped around a little first. I found that out a couple of years ago when I went round to collect a debt and she thought she could repay it with a half-hearted blow job, as if I had only loaned her a packet of cigarettes.

'Oh yes, Bobby!' groans my wife. 'Do my nipples! Squeeze them! Harder! Mmmmmfffff, mmmmmmfffff.'

'Uh, Mrs Sanders!' says Bobby a moment later, his voice rising in pitch. 'Uh, uh, uh, uuuhhhhhhh!' More grunting and moaning, soon dying away.

'Mmmm, Bobby, you taste real sweet.' She giggles, then says, 'Oooopps! I spilt some down my front! Oooooh, it feels nice and warm and sticky on my titties!' In my mind's eye I see my wife coating her breasts with a slick glaze, especially her nipples.

'Mrs Sanders. That was the best ever blow job in all history!'

'That's OK Bobby. Now you can do something for me. Go to the bathroom and get the tube of KY jelly from the cabinet. OK?'

'Sure, Mrs. Sanders.'

I hear the phone being picked up and Sally's voice is much closer. 'Hey lover, enjoy that?'

'Almost as much as you did,' I reply. 'Did he cum much?'

'Not really, but it sure tastes nice and creamy!' She smacks her lips.

'Uh, is this what you wanted Mrs. Sanders?'

'Thanks Bobby.' A slight clunk as she rests the receiver on the table again. 'You know what this is for? I want you now to fuck my bottom, OK?'

'Wow Mrs. Sanders. Cool!' Bobby is clearly excited at the prospect.

'You ever done this before, Bobby?'

'Uh no, Mrs. Sanders. But I sure would like to!'

'I can see that,' says Sally admiringly. 'Didn't take long for you to get your boner back! Now pass me that tube. OK, does that feel nice?' There is a pause and all I can hear is a slight sloshing as Sally greases his prong, and some heavy breathing.

'Wow, Mrs Sanders!' gasps Bobby after a minute or so. 'You give the best hand job too!'

'So you want me to keep going,' says Sally coyly. 'Or do you wanna fuck my butt?'

'I really want to fuck your butt, Mrs Sanders!' says Bobby, almost reduced to begging.

'Well, I can see your cock is all ready,' teases Sally. 'But my little bummie needs to be prepared.' I hear more slapping of flesh and grunts and pants from Bobby. 'You've got quite a big cock Bobby and my ring is so small. You need to kiss it and put lots of spit right inside. OK? You want to do that now, Bobby?'

'Uh, well...' says Bobby, a little uncertainly.

'You do want to have anal sex with me, don't you Bobby?' An affirmative grunt. 'Then it's no big deal, is it, to make sure my little back door is ready for your long fat dick. Huh?' I hear the two of them shifting about then Sally says, 'That's right, push my cheeks wide ... mmmmmmmm, kiss my crack ... mmmmm Bobby, that feels so good! You sure do that good! ... oh Bobby, yeah, that's good, yeah, right on my little crinkle ... oh yeah, I can feel your tongue ... yeah, push right in the middle! ... oh Christ that's good! That's exactly what I need! Rim me Bobby! Yes! Fuck yes! You are such a fucking talent!'

There is a lot of panting and Sally grunts and gasps every few seconds. Sounds like Bobby has quickly taken to anilingus. Finally I hear Bobby's voice. 'It's real wet Mrs Sanders. I think it's ready.'

'Uh, I'm not sure, Bobby. Maybe use your tongue to make the ring a bit wider,' says the wanton slut. 'Uh, and give it more spit deep inside. OK?' Then Sally picks up the phone and says, 'Oh honey, Bobby sure is a fast learner! And he's got the longest, fattest, wettest tongue!'

'I love the way you got him to eat your butt,' I reply. 'It's got my cock all throbbing.'

'Do you wish it was you here licking my pooper?' she purrs.

'You know it!' I laugh.

'Mmmmmmmmnnnnn,' she groans. 'Bobby that is so good! Yeah, stretch my ring with your tongue! Yyyyeeeeeesssss! Oh fuck yes!' She groans and pants, maybe just for my benefit, but she sure does love having her arse chewed out and Bobby may need ongoing encouragement now that the gate to her rank little rectum is open.

Finally she takes mercy on the boy. 'Uh Bobby, do you think it is wide enough for your cock?'

'Yes, Mrs Sanders,' he says hurriedly.

'OK, Bobby, just give it one more big kiss ... oh yeah, you do that good! ... now kneel up behind me ... put your cock against my – yeah, just like that – now slowly pu – oh fuck that's big! Ow! Ow! Easy Bobby! Ow! Ow! Fuck, fuck, JESUS fuck!' I hear groaning and panting, the slap of flesh on flesh. There is some hard fucking happening and Sally pants, 'Bobby you're gonna wreck my anus if you keep going like that!'

That's not too likely, I think to myself, reflecting on some of the hard butt fucking she's taken over the years. But maybe she doesn't want Bobby to think she's too much of an anal slut.

'Sorry Mrs Sanders,' he says, breathing heavily.

'Mmmmm, that's better Bobby. Nice and deep like that.'

'Mrs Sanders, it's so hot and tight!'

'Yeah, Bobby. Fuck me a bit harder now. I want to feel your balls slapping my cunny! Yeah Bobby, that's it, fast and hard!' I could well imagine Sally pushing her bum back to take the lad's pounding, one hand in her snatch. I stroked my cock a little harder to the image, knowing that Sally was beginning the climb towards orgasm. I timed my own stroking to match and listened as she urged Bobby on, the pitch of her voice rising and her breathing becoming more rapid.

Bobby was close to cumming and was trying to hold back. 'Uh Mrs Sanders! Uh, your arse is so tight, I'm uh ...'

'Fuck me harder but don't cum yet Bobby!' Sally gasped and I knew that her hand would be blurring in her snatch. But Bobby was past the point of no return and I heard him straining and grunting as he dumped jizz deep in my wife's bowel.

'Don't stop, Bobby!' Sally's voice is high and has an edge of desperation. I hear Bobby grunting and the continuing slapping of skin against skin. There's a few urgent moans from Sally then that breathy gasping she does when an orgasm first hits.

I drop the phone on the bed beside me and stroke my cock harder and faster. In a few short seconds I reach climax too, warm jizz pooling on my belly.

Then there is a thump and crash and the line went dead. I sit there for another half hour, watching a movie, before Sally rings back.

'Sorry lover,' she said. 'When he came, Bobby fell on my back and I tipped over the coffee table and the phone fell.'

'Are you OK?'

'Well, I'm a bit sore actually,' she says in a pained vulnerable girly tone. 'When we fell forward his cock went so far up me I thought he was going to displace a kidney and I went flat face first on the floor and my poor open cunny rubbed along the carpet.' Her voice is all teary and she sniffs. 'I've never had rug burn like it and I screamed! Ouch! Makes me ache all over again just thinking about it!' More sniffs. Then her voice brightens a little. 'Poor Bobby was so apologetic. Anyway he's gone now and I'm lying here in the bath soaking.'

I commiserate and tell her I wish I was there to soothe her bruises with kisses. She makes little cooing noises and says there are a couple of places in particular that need soothing right then. We laugh and she says, a little more seriously, 'Hurry home lover! I need you real bad!' I say it's only 10 more days, that I'm desperate to see her, that I'm working real hard getting the job done, that it's only a week and a half...

She cuts me off. 'Well honey,' she says, tone rather firm. 'It better not be any longer than that or,' and she pauses so I remember the last time I was away and had to extend by a week. 'Or,' she continues, 'I might just have to get young Bobby over here again to do some more chores...'