After a night of absolutely rip your clothes off sex, we talked about how it went for her. Jackie was giddy, excited. She found Ben interesting, cute. he's an interesting conversationalist, she said, smart guy, really good kisser, she said. She really wanted to have a drink with him see where this could go. At the very least, I wanna make out with him again. I love kissing, you know. It was just so hot, kissing another guy. It felt like I was cheating, but I wasn't full stop I don't know. It was just so fucking hot.
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So we decided that she would have a drink with him, and see where things went. We were not into cuckolding, it was a stag-vixen relationship, and my vixen was a fucking Fox. The deal was, she would hang out with him, and then tell me what happened as we fucked later.
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Wednesday night.
Wednesday felt more like a week than a day. It helped that I had back to back to back meetings from 8:00 a.m. to noon, then again from 2:00 p.m. to 6:00 p.m., then again from 8:00 p.m. to 11:30 p.m. it was so long that I actually had forgotten that Jackie had left to meet Ben for a drink, until my phone buzzed. It was 11:46 p.m.
11:45 p.m. hey. Had a drink with Ben. He's going to drop me home. He knows about us. He's cool with it. We made out in his car. Are you mad? Hope you're not mad.
That familiar feeling of heat started in my throat again and made its way down my chest until it hit the bottom of my sternum. It was jealous. My wife was playing the field. Or was being played with. She was enjoying it. Enjoying him. This was hot.
It was around 1:00 a.m. when I woke up in my bed, alone. Jackie wasn't home yet. My mind quickly jumped to a scenario, was she with him? Did he take her to his place? My heart was pounding again. I couldn't sleep. I checked my phone, there was a text from her.
12:50 a.m. hey. Hanging out in his car a bit. Just talking. Going to head out now.
Hanging out in his car?? Talking? I hope she wasn't falling in love with him. She did say he was an interesting conversationalist. It felt less like a drink, less like an open, exploratory relationship, and more like a first date. Or a second date. When you spend hours talking and it only feels like it's been minutes, when you feel this….. just then, my phone buzzed again. It wasn't a text, this was a voice call. “Hey babe, you coming home?”, I asked. There was no response. I heard faint conversation. Then I realized that she called me on purpose, so I could listen. In jealous agony.
At first I couldn't quite make out the sounds, but when I turn the volume up, it was obvious. They were making out, I could hear their lips gently smacking against each other. I could hear Jackie moan in his mouth. I could hear Ben moaning in hers. For some reason I found that extremely erotic.
Mmmh. Mmmhmm. Oh. Oh, Ben, she moaned.
Mmmhh. You are sexy, Ben moaned back.
His moans were breathly, guttural, deep. Almost like a growl.
Her moans were whispered, sharp, hitched.
I heard fabric moving, lips smacking, tongues intertwining, playing, flitting against one another.
Suddenly, her breath hitched, and she inhaled sharply, Oh Ben, oh my god your hand is so warm!
MMhhh, ah yes. Wow, Ben whispered.
MMMMMhh.. Huh! AAAH… Yesss… Jackie’s voice trailed off.
Oh fuck, yess… she hissed.
Yes, Ben. Fuck pull my panties to the si… aahhhh. Yes touch me like that… she whispered.
Fuck! Ben was playing with her pussy, and knowing Jackie, and knowing that Ben was a good kisser, she was going to be so wet. Flowing, almost. Like a river.
Just then, as I was rock hard listening to them, Jackie pulled back…mhMMHMMM. Wait. Hang on.
Wha..t? whispered Ben.
click – the call ended!
That sexy, slutty little whore wife of mine purposely ended the call so I was left hanging.
Just as I liked it. Loved it.
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