"Hi, honey," she coos. "I just got back from shopping and I picked up a couple of things to keep me busy while you're at work."
"Really?" You hear some rustling over the phone followed by a click and some buzzing.
"Can you guess what this is?" The buzzing gets louder and softer as she moves the thing around her phone. "It's becoming my favorite toy," she giggles. "The nice young man behind the counter kept smiling at me as I bought it like he knew just what I was going to do with it."
You start blushing as you realize that your wife has gone to a sex shop and had gotten a vibrator and who knows what else.
"Maybe he thought that I was going to massage my neck with it? Mmmm, that does feel nice. Or perhaps he thought I just might massage my tongue?" You hear the buzzing get louder, then muffled a bit. "Mmmm, that's nice too. But not as nice as some other things I like to stick in my mouth."
You have to adjust your pants as your cock jumps to attention, wanting to join in on the action.
"No, I bet that naughty boy thought I was going to slide it right in here." You can hear her shift around a little and gasp as the buzzing dildo enters her snatch. "Ohhh, that does feel good."
You absent mindedly massage your hardened cock as she loses herself in sighs and moans, images of her bent over on the bed sliding a vibrator in and out of her pussy floating through your brain. You can even imagine the beads of sweat forming on her forehead over her closed eyes and partially opened mouth, her tongue occasionally moistening her puffy lips as she breathes more and more frantically -- her body squirming this way and that as she concentrates the firm device to just the right spots.
"Ahh! AAAHH! I'm going to cum!" she squeals. "Oooh! OoooOO! Ah, FUCK! AAAAH!" she gasps and shrieks, making you pull the phone away from your ear slightly so you don't blow an eardrum as she blows her top. Gradually, her screams melt into whimpers and deep breaths.
"Mmm, was that good for you, honey?" she weakly chuckles.
You realize that your still holding your rock-hard cock through your slacks.
"Oh, yeah. Thanks, honey!" you respond. "Now I won't be able to concentrate on work for the rest of the day."
She giggles some more. "Good. Then you can pick me up at the corner of Elm and Henson in an hour. Don't be late!"
She hangs up before you can ask her why that location instead of home.
You feel a little shaky after all that and figure you should freshen up before asking your boss for the rest of the day off.
You head through your office door.
"I'll be back in a bit, Jennifer," you inform your secretary.
"Sir! Sir!" she urgently calls after you. You turn around and she beckons you back.
On your return to her desk, she laughs slightly makes sure no one is looking.
"It's just that you probably shouldn't be walking around with that fully armed," and she gestures towards your crotch, where your erection is firmly bulging in your pants.
She smirks and looks back into your eyes slyly. "Is there anything I can help you with?" |