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There was a time last summer when my wife Jennifer and I were plagued
by threatening phone calls from a former associate of mine. In order to
get the evidence on tape, we purchased a cheap telephone recording
system. Fortunately we were never forced to use it, since the issue was
resolved and our phone number changed. As a result, the equipment was
tossed in a corner and eventually forgotten about. Until last week,
that is.
While rummaging through my workshop I found the equipment and began
playing with it. Just for the fun of it I hooked it into our telephone
line and used an old reel to reel stereo for a tape recorder. About
that time something more important came up and I abandoned the project,
once again forgetting about it. A few days later I found it again and
having lost interest in whatever I was thinking about I disassembled
everything and began rewinding the tape. With the tape speed set to
slow, this old deck was capable of recording between 5 and 6 hours on
each tape. Just for the fun of it I stopped the tape and hit play.
The first thing I heard almost caused my heart to stop. It was the
unmistakable sound of my lovely wife moaning with pleasure. Her
breathing was heavy and the sexy sounds of her apparently masturbating
were incredible.
"Oooooooooooooooooohh yesssssssssssssss, baby," she moaned, "Give it to
me loverrrrrrrrr, mmmmmmmmmmmmm yessssssssssss."
"That's it baby," a vaguely familiar male voice urged. It too was was
throaty and breathless, "Just think about this nice big dick sliding in
and out of your pussy... I'm fucking you baby, fucking that soft wet
pussy of yours!"
Wholly shit! I thought to myself. Jennifer was apparently having phone
sex with someone! This was certainly something I wouldn't have
expected. With my dick stiffening up nicely in my pants I wondered how
much I'd missed and why the damned thing didn't catch this conversation
from the beginning. But since stroking my cock felt too good to
concentrate on much else, I continued to listen. Naturally I couldn't
help wondering with whom she was conversing.
It took ten minutes and two climaxes to figure it out. After they had
both reached rather vocal climaxes, there was a short pause as each
caught their breaths. Finally it was the man who broke the silence.
"Damn Jenn," he panted, "That was incredible!"
Instantly I knew who he was. He was the only man I knew that referred
to her as Jenn. It was our family friend from Atlanta, Maurice.
"Ummmmm," she purred, "It would be even better if you were here, Mo."
For those of you who haven't read these stories before, Mo is the
married black friend of ours who first seduced Jennifer roughly two
years ago in the back seat of his Buick while I and his wife Teresa
drove home in the front. It was the first of two such encounters with
him, the second coming early the following morning while the rest of us
were supposed to be asleep.
Of all the adventures that Jennifer and I have shared, and granted,
there hasn't been many (four times in the past three years), Mo was the
only one that really bothered me. To this point it was the only
extramarital encounter that seemed to go beyond sexual content.
Jennifer once told me that intercourse with Mo was practically a
religious experience, explaining that their bond was somehow more than
just sexual. It was as if their souls had touched. Needless to say,
that revelation made me a little uneasy, this despite her insistence
that she still loved me. In later discussions she admitted that she
would someday like to be with him again, however she was afraid to do
so because in her words, she was "afraid she would like it too much."
"So when will you be back in town?" she asked him.
"It won't be for at least three or four months," he replied, "Can you
get away?"
"No," she sounded almost disappointed, "Besides, I don't want to do
that again."
Do What? I wondered.
"Yes you do," he appeared to correct her, "You want this dick just as
much as it wants you."
"I know, but..."
"But nothing. You ever had a better dick inside you?"
"That's not the point," she insisted, "I'm not gonna lie to get it. I
can wait, I've waited before."
"Shit baby," he laughed, "You ain't gonna wait! You're just gonna call
one of your other lovers!"
"What other lovers?"
"You can call that one ugly brother with the big dick, what's his name?
Johnson? How many times you fucked him anyway?"
"I don't know, a couple of times maybe."
Again I was shocked. I only knew about once. And that was on New Years
Eve back in the year 2000!
"A couple of times my ass," Mo scoffed, "He used to bang you at work
didn't he? Hell, you're probably the only good looking white woman he's
ever fucked."
"No," she corrected, "I've introduced him to a couple of my friends."
"But he always comes back to you doesn't he Jenn? That's because you
are hot! H-O-T hot! Face it, your body was made for fuckin' and you
just can't get enough of it! That's why you like fuckin' black dudes,
because they know how to turn you on! They know how to fuck!"
"Please Mo," she stated quietly, "Don't use that word so much, you know
what it does to me."
"What word? Fuck? You getting turned on again or what?"
"I just --"
"Damn, I love it when you get horny. You want to fuck right now, don't
you baby?"
"Y - yes, I really wouldn't mind it right now."
"Well, call your hubby, he'll come home and fuck you a couple of times.
Better yet call that Johnson dude, he'll fuck you all afternoon. Hell
if I could, I'd drive up and fuck you myself."
"Ohhh Mo," she half-whispered, "I wish you could."
"Could what, baby?"
"Drive up here."
"And..."
"You know..."
"No, I don't," he played coy, "What would you want me to do?"
"Fuck me," she whispered seductively.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yessssssss," she purred, "I wish you were fucking me right now.
Fucking me with that big black dick of yours."
"Tell me..."
"Ummmm," Jennifer moaned, "I love to fuck. Fuck me, lover, please fuck
me!"
"I wish I could," Mo replied, "But you're gonna have to call someone
else today."
"But...."
"No buts. If you wanna get fucked, you gotta call somebody. I'll give
you one hour, Jenn, when I call back you'd better be fuckin' like the
whore you are."
"But..." she started to protest as the phone clicked dead.
For several seconds I sat in silence wondering what in the hell I had
stumbled onto. Could all this really be true? Could my lovely wife
actually be doing these things behind my back? Until now I believed
that she and I had shared everything, including the occassional flings.
Take Johnson, for example, as far as I knew it had only happened once
between them. According to what I'd just heard, it had obviously
happened on several occassions. Even at work! It was also painfully
apparent that she and Mo had been together more than I realized. Had I
helped awaken a sexual demon within Jennifer?
Anxiously I let the tape run for several minutes. I never did hear my
wife call any of "her other lovers." Either my tap was hooked up wrong
or she was using her cell phone to call out. It could also have been
that she wasn't calling anybody at all. After what seemed like forever,
I heard another exchange.
"Hello?" Jennifer answered.
"He there yet?" Mo answered.
"No."
Click.
Apparently the voice activation wasn't working right, otherwise the
recording would have stopped until another call came in. Instead there
was a long period of silence. Occaissionally I would fast forward,
careful not to miss a possible call. After what I would guess to be
about a 45 minute gap, I again heard a voice.
"Hello," Jennifer answered, her voice somewhat deeper than usual.
"Anything yet?" Mo asked.
"Uhhhhhhh huhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned sensually.
"Who is it? Johnson?"
"Y-Yessssss."
"Put the phone down and give him your pussy," Mo instructed, "Let him
fuck you, Jenn. Let him fuck your hot little body while I listen."
"Oh yessssssssss," she panted, "He's fucking me right now, baby!
Ummmmmmmmm, feels soooooooo gooooooooooood! Ohhhhhhh fuck!"
Sure enough, Jennifer was screwing someone. Aparently in our bed. My
cock stiffened again as I heard her moaning with pleasure. The bed
springs were squeaking with an unmistakable rhthym as they began to
pick up the pace. Occassionally I would hear Mo grunt or pant "Yeah
Jenn, give it to him! Fuck him good!" or something of that nature.
This continued for about 15 minutes or so until I heard the guy tell my
wife that he was about to come. Jennifer panted that she was almost
there. "Jenn! Hey Jenn!" Mo said loudly as if trying to get her
attention. I could hear the phone fumbling on the night stand.
"Wh -- What??"
"Let him come inside you, Baby! You're already pregnant, he can't knock
you up!"
>From that exchange I never heard a response from Jennifer. All I could
hear was the sound of a copulating couple having what sounded like an
amazing climax together. Needless to say, I shot my own load clear
across the work bench. Within seconds the telephone went dead.
Dazed and confused, not to mention sexually spent, I rested for a
moment as I attempted to gather my thoughts. Although I was hurt by
what I'd just heard, It was powerfully erotic. The thought of listening
to my wife having promiscuous sex in our very own bed was both exciting
and frightening. And was she really pregnant? More importantly, who
pray tell, was the father? At this point I wasn't sure how to proceed.
Fortunately Jennifer's playful voice on the tape brought me back to my
senses.
"You think we fooled him?" she asked.
"Well," Mo laughed, "I'd have to hear the final product, but it sounded
good from this end."
"I just hope he finds it. He'll probably just rewind the tape and toss
it in the corner."
"Nah," Mo disagreed, "He's a voyeur, he'll check it out."
"Well, thanks for helping," she concluded, "I'll let you know how it
goes."
Now thoroughly confused, I heard a noise behind me. I quickly stuffed
my pecker back into my pants and turned to find my lovely wife Jennifer
standing by the door with a huge smile on her face. In her left hand
was a cassette tape. She popped it into a cassette player on the shelf
and immediately the room was filled with the sounds of a couple having
sex.
"Mo was right," she laughed, "You are a hopeless voyeur. Happy Birthday
Sweetheart!"
Needless to say I was in shock. Playfully she approached and removed my
half hard erection from its hurriedly hidden state and began stroking
it. "Did you enjoy our performance?" she asked.
"It sounded real," I replied.
She looked at me coyly and smiled and said "Honey, do you think I
would do such a thing for real"
I didn't know what to say at that point and fumbled out "So you're
not pregnant?"
"No, but I can get that way if you want me to."
On that note I carefully unzipped her slightly tight-fitting slacks. I
then slipped them and her lacy black panties over her hips and down her
legs. I kissed her soft lower belly and moved down to her snatch.
"If you really want to," I stated, "You can be with Mo next time he
comes up."
"They'll be in town after the first of the year. He's bringing his
wife, so you and her can get together too."
With that Jennifer guided my member into her soft, tender vagina. With
the erotic sounds of some other couple still playing on the cassette
player, my wife and I made love right there in the workshop. It was a
strange but effective b-day present indeed. I often wonder did she
actually do it and she has never said one way or another.
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