Chapter 31 SEX OVER A PHONE CALL
Last year I had to go on a 3-day work trip in London. My husband, Mike, stayed home with the kids.
Honestly, I was looking forward to a little break like this. But the real deal was this guy from another branch, Ryan. We had been flirting on the phone for months. It started professionally with late-night snack messages and got dirty real fast.
Ryan was taller than my husband, with dark hair, well fitted, and a cocky smile that made you wet between your legs.
We had never met in person…until this trip.
The first night, we sat together at the hotel bar after the welcome dinner. Everyone's drinking and toasting to a successful presentation. Ryan’s thigh was pressed against mine under the table, glancing at me so much that I could read exactly what he wanted.
It was midnight; people started heading to bed, Ryan leaned in close, and I could feel his warm breath on me.
“Are you coming up with me, or do we keep pretending we're good little coworkers one more night?”
I gave it a thought; I should have said no, but instead, I whispered, “Give me 15 mins. Room 1412.”
That was enough time to get changed and text Mike. I bade him goodnight and told him I was exhausted and wanted to sleep. Then I went into Ryan’s room like some cliché.
It wasn't up to 3 seconds when I entered; Ryan pinned me against the wall, his mouth on mine kissing me like he had been starving for it, his hands were on my hair, demanding more. We didn't even make it to the bed first. He lifted my dress, sliding his fingers under my panties, and groaned from the feeling of how wet I was already.
“Jesus, Jess,” he muttered against my neck.
“You've been horny all night, haven’t you? Sitting pretty in that tight little dress, pretending you weren't imagining my cock in you.”
I didn’t bother to lie. “For every time you look at me, yeah.”
He sank to his knees right at the entrance, his hands hovered at my waist, pulling my panties down, and just went to taste my pussy. His mouth was hot and hungry, tongue lapping my clit like he knew exactly what I needed.
I muffled my moans, the walls of the hotel are paper thin, I don't want my colleagues knowing about this.
He sucked me hard and clean, I came in his mouth, tangled my fingers in his hair.
After that we fell on the bed, half naked, laughing and desperate. He fucked me slowly at first, deep strokes that made me gasp every time, he slides in and out to his cap. Then he went harder, fucking me faster, with force that headboard started to hit the wall and the bed creaked under us.
“Shh…baby, quiet.” He teased, his voice rough. “Do you want the entire floor to know what a bad wife you are right now?”
That wasn't supposed to turn me on more, but fuck, it did.
We went the second round. I was on top of him, riding his cock slowly, grinding down just the way he likes it.
Then my phone starts ringing on the nightstand. I looked over. It's facetime, from Mike.
Ryan pauses under me, cock still buried deep, and just smirks. “Answer it.”
“Are you out of your mind?” I hissed.
He grabbed my hips, thrusts in long and teasing. “Answer it, Jess. Talk to your husband while you’re full of me. I dare you.”
I don't know what came over me, but I reached over, placed the phone against a pillow so only my face and shoulders were showing, and tapped accept.
Mike's face pops up. He is making a late-night snack in our kitchen, smiling all sweet. “Hey babe! Just wanted to see your face before bed. The kids are asleep. How's the trip?”
I force a smile, trying to keep my breathing steady while Ryan, fucking evil man starts moving again. Slowly, shallow slamming, barely noticeable from the chest up, but enough to make my eyes roll back.
“It's fine,” I managed to say. “Long day, lots of talks.”
Ryan's hand moves to my sides, his thumbs brushing my nipples. He mouths, “Good girl.”
Mike keeps updating me on what has happened while I am away, something about the dog, tomorrow’s school pickup. All normal stuff.
Meanwhile, Ryan starts picking up the pace just a little, propped my g-spot over and eyes, eyes fixed on mine like he’s getting off on how hard I’m trying not to moan.
“Yeah, just… hot in here. Hotel AC sucks.”
“Babe! Are you okay?” Mike asks. “You look flushed.”
Ryan pounds harder once, just once and I have to cover to cover the tiny gasp that slips out.
Ryan’s grinning like a devil now, one hand going down between us, his fingers finds my clit. He starts rubbing slow circles, mouthing, “Cum for me. Right now. While you’re looking at him.”
Gosh, I'm dying, my heart pounding, my pussy walls tightened around him, trying to keep my face normal while Mike tells me he loves me and misses me.
I mumble, “Love you too, babe. Gotta go, I have an early session tomorrow.”
The call ended.
Ryan flips me onto my back and he spreads my legs wider, he starts pounding me like he's trying to break the bed.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he growls. “Talking to your husband with my dick inside you. You loved it, didn’t you? Loved lying to him while I made this pussy cream.”
“Oh yeah…fuck, yes,” I moan, finally loud, scratching his back. “Don't stop. Make me cum again.”
He does, starts banging me hard. I come so intense I see stars, biting his shoulder to muffle the scream.
He ejaculates after I do, calling my name, pumping deep and staying there as we're shaking together.
We remained that way, sweaty and wasted, laughing in disbelief at what we’d just done.
“Next trip,” he whispered, kissing my neck, “we’re booking the same room.”
I didn’t even pretend to say no.
Till this day, it remains one of the hottest nights of my life. The thrill of almost being caught? Addictive.