call while cheating
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Wifewithothers
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Re: call while cheating
Not cheating but while having sex. One time I could tell she was distracted but would not say she was having sex, but it was impossible to hide it. Suddenly a make voice was on the the phone saying, she can't talk I am fucking her ass right now.... click
Re: call while cheating
I recall when this became a gimmick in porn about oh 10yrs ago. it was really hot, the gf/wife sucking a guys' cock, with the phone in one hand, yes dear. Another way was the man would pick up the ringing phone while the wife is saying don't answer that ! and he has her talk while he's plowing her. It's pretty common now, still good !
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C_in_Denver
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Re: call while cheating
My story comes from the opposite perspective, though still just as arousing when looking back.
I spent three great years as the bull for a couple, to the point where I’d become effectively monogamous to her (I’d occasionally have a ONS, though mainly avoided other encounters).
After about a year, her and I incorporated “staycation” weekends into our routine. Every 6 weeks or so, we’d get a room in the city center near us and act as a true couple: date stuff during the day, fancy dinner at night and sex during the everything in between. It was her chance to totally disconnect from “real life” and escape into fantasyland while I reveled seeing her in that light. And, in keeping with that mindset, we all agreed on a no-communication policy from the cuck except for emergencies (they have a late elementary aged son) and one check-in call during the weekend (again, having a son she couldn’t completely check out). Usually that call would happen on Saturday afternoon whenever we got back to the room and had some natural lull time.
Most times I was content to leave them to their conversation while I checked in on my own life, but that day something struck me.
We had reservations at what had become our favorite steakhouse and decided we’d dress up a bit for this visit. Form-fitting gown, perfect hair & makeup and I would match in a full suit and tie. It would be a fun prelude to the real motive of the evening. If only we had gotten there.
Echoing from the bathroom, I could hear the cuck’s voice droning on from her speaker as she “yea” and “mhm-Ed” her way through. His voice got louder as she stepped from the bathroom and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Makeup and hair done, totally naked, save for a tiny thong, twisting her body in the mirror before holding the gown in front of her.
She placed the phone down on the counter and the cuck continued, but I was ready to end the conversation. Walking behind her and eyeing her in the mirror, I caressed her gently then cut her husband off.
“She’ll talk to you tomorrow, Steve.” was all I said before hanging up the call.
She stared back at me in the mirror, a little shocked and a little excited as her phone buzzed repeatedly on the counter.
We never made that reservation and the cuck made very sure to keep his calls short and sweet from that point on, haha.
I spent three great years as the bull for a couple, to the point where I’d become effectively monogamous to her (I’d occasionally have a ONS, though mainly avoided other encounters).
After about a year, her and I incorporated “staycation” weekends into our routine. Every 6 weeks or so, we’d get a room in the city center near us and act as a true couple: date stuff during the day, fancy dinner at night and sex during the everything in between. It was her chance to totally disconnect from “real life” and escape into fantasyland while I reveled seeing her in that light. And, in keeping with that mindset, we all agreed on a no-communication policy from the cuck except for emergencies (they have a late elementary aged son) and one check-in call during the weekend (again, having a son she couldn’t completely check out). Usually that call would happen on Saturday afternoon whenever we got back to the room and had some natural lull time.
Most times I was content to leave them to their conversation while I checked in on my own life, but that day something struck me.
We had reservations at what had become our favorite steakhouse and decided we’d dress up a bit for this visit. Form-fitting gown, perfect hair & makeup and I would match in a full suit and tie. It would be a fun prelude to the real motive of the evening. If only we had gotten there.
Echoing from the bathroom, I could hear the cuck’s voice droning on from her speaker as she “yea” and “mhm-Ed” her way through. His voice got louder as she stepped from the bathroom and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Makeup and hair done, totally naked, save for a tiny thong, twisting her body in the mirror before holding the gown in front of her.
She placed the phone down on the counter and the cuck continued, but I was ready to end the conversation. Walking behind her and eyeing her in the mirror, I caressed her gently then cut her husband off.
“She’ll talk to you tomorrow, Steve.” was all I said before hanging up the call.
She stared back at me in the mirror, a little shocked and a little excited as her phone buzzed repeatedly on the counter.
We never made that reservation and the cuck made very sure to keep his calls short and sweet from that point on, haha.