Phonesex between a Husband and Wife

He has been away for weeks. Their phone calls become ever more passionate. Finally: she listens as he bares his soul. Wanting to possess her: he has only his words, his voice...his love...and as such you are privy to every intimate word he says. He remembers her at sunrise. And so it begins:

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How I loved watching you dress for work in the morning!

When you used to leave for work before me and I would lay in bed and watch you

... in a short nightgown going through your bra and panties...

putting them on...taking them off... going into your closet and spending so much time selecting exactly what you wanted to wear...and all the while I'm getting peeks of your voluptuous ass

Other men would have slept right through it... watching their wife dress for work.

But other wives aren't you...and other men aren't Me...

How I loved it... those moments are etched in my memory.

Watching you get in and out of your clothes...was as much of a treat for my eyes then

Just as much as it is today...

Yes...

You can look stunning dressed and made up...

like no other woman I know...

But only I know...

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how incredibly beautiful you are...out of your clothing..

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There are so many things to do and so many responsibilities that have to be taken care of...

But there are times with you...

when a mood...a dreamy mood...takes over your thoughts...

When nothing much matters except being held...

Being touched...

Being kissed...

Being loved...

When you become that woman...that sensual sexy woman...my senses become alert

...I am drawn to you like a magnet.

I always end up wanting you... wanting to satisfy you...all day if you wanted...

I say this all the time don't I?

your body is delightful...

your sensuality...

...there you are...naked in front of me...like a sexy dream.

There we are alone, the breeze coming through the door in the middle of the day.

The sun is shining and you...spreading yourself across the bed...waiting for me...

knowing I'm not going to leave you alone...

knowing I can't resist everything you have...

knowing my touch will be on you...

knowing my lips will be kissing you...

You know this...even before I myself realize it...

And when I do...

you know I'm aroused in only the way you can make me aroused.

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How will he take me this time? You wonder...how will he be?

The whole day is in front of us...with nothing to do but play this sweet romantic sensual game.

And you watch me crawl above you...kiss your lips...

Your neck...your shoulders.

You reach to hold my arms...

and those wonderful breasts are against my lips...delightful...warm and soft.

If I go slow...your nipples become hard...knowing I'm going to kiss them...

If I delay even more...they are perfectly stiff against my tongue

Just a touch...

like little tanned peaks all stiff and warm...swirled gently

then taken in bit by bit...

until your areola and your breast is deep inside being sucked.

They are perfect

Warm, soft and I can feel your nipples against the roof of my mouth...

drawing on them intently...I look up at you.

Your eyes are closed...this is the time I begin lowering myself on top of you...

There is this irresistible mole on the underside of your breast...

Enticing me to kiss their undersides...

The slope and curve of them is delightful...

So perfect...

So feminine... and I hate to leave them...

Sliding downwards...

I see your blonde hair spread out all over the pillow...

Your breathing is slow and even...

and I can feel your legs opening...

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There is so much wonderful about your body...

...your belly...your hips...

that pretty mound of soft blonde curls.

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music

and this new thing you have discovered...

The soft ethereal music you play...

Laced about your meditation...

reiki...and your deliberate movements as it captures you

And takes you away...

and how you shared that with me

I think of your complete relaxation...how your captured spirit

Became possessed by sensuality...how you straddled me...

How I watched in a trance...while those breasts hovered above, just out of my reach

While your hands kept me still...

Those hands held me captive without so much as a touch...

As you moved gently...like a priestess

using the pole of my hardened dick between the opened lips of your wet pussy

... you moved against me... teasing me into hardness...

this level of control

How new...

How different...

It has made you more sensual...

you brought me along with you

I followed amazed...enchanted by you.

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...In this sundrenched bedroom of ours...

I can slip down your body...

Those lovely luxurious legs of yours have opened...

Coming over my shoulders where they belong...

There in front of me...

womanhood...

...pink and open...waiting...

Waiting...

I try to keep from it...

.I do...every single time...I try to make this moment last

To gaze on the sight of you this way...taking in your beauty

The incredible sexiness there waiting between your legs...

This finely covered blonde mound curving sloping...

excited by the sight of your delicate flesh begging for my lips...

I try to hold back...

So I kiss your opened legs instead...

Kissing your thighs.

Finding your hips in my hands...

But I'm always working my way towards the softness of your waiting pussy

You turn your waist up and forward to me...closer...closer...

Until my lips can wait no longer

touch you...taste you...

tongue you slowly...you are so delicate...so smooth...so slippery

gently circling that wonderful clitoris of yours..

Your labia has fallen open and you are as wet as my tongue...

I'm making demands on it...just to feel it blossom...

Just to feel it stiffen like a bud against my tongue...

Surrounding it with my lips

... crushing my mouth to your warm wet pussy

You can believe:

I live for moments like these... between you and I...

To know: that what I'm doing can bring you pleasure...

and to know: that everything I do to you...

...leads to your orgasm

...is all I want

It is what I was made for.

Your pleasure...your joy...is waiting...just for me

You are conservative.

you move as if you don't want to disturb what I'm doing.

But soon...

(and this is what I love)

You...can't...help...yourself.

your hips begin rocking... I coax them along...

filling my hands with your ass and urging that pussy of yours

to be more demanding...

At first you don't know if you want the intensity...

but my tongue is all over your clitoris

and If I release it

I'm only covering the length and breadth of you pussy with tongue strokes

Until its hungry for sucking.

...I want to torture it until it becomes this swollen... hungry bud of pleasure

Swollen enough for a tongue to cover its sides...its top and beneath

Over and over

I'm aware of your hands.

They want to guide me but they don't know where to be... or where to go

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releasing that delightful clitoris...means I can use my tongue...stiff

...pushing it as deep as it will go...up inside that warm wet pussyhole of yours.

Filling my hands with that wonderful ass

Making you come up to me higher...

...I can feel you fucking on it...

No other description can explain what that is...

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the taste and depth of your open vagina has all my attention...

when I do come back to your clitoris I know...

Your thrusts will be more intent...and stronger...

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Do you think I'm not affected by how aroused you are?

Knowing what I am doing to you...

.makes me hard as a rock.

My untouched cock is throbbing with excitement...

pressed hard into the sheets...

My arms have you locked to me...

... my tongue is lashing against your helpless clit...stroking it...circling it...

Making you want to just fuck my mouth.

There is no other word for it...

For fucking is what you are doing...

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Do you think I don't want you like this?

to have you abandon all your inhibitions...

fucking your pussy against me this way?...

don't you think I love that?

feeling your clit... hungry against my tongue?...

mashing your demanding pussy onto my mouth...

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I don't stop my hands from moving to your breasts.

You grab my wrists...and feel my hands inching up towards them...

...just barely...

You know what they are going to do...

...fingertips caress undersides...

but they are taking so long

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You want them to be grabbed...Squeezed...

Manipulated...

But they aren't...not yet...

instead they are bare pointing towards the ceiling

And all this between your legs...

...all at the same moment

The gentle lapping at your senses doesn't exist anymore

Your hungry pussy is grinding away being licked, sucked...circled...over and over again...preoccupied...

You endure this

until

Fingertips touch your nipples like a whisper...

...they are hard and stiff.

If I touch them more intently...

and let...my mouth surround your beautiful clit at the same moment...

Let my tongue dive around it...across...beneath...against...

I can stare upwards at the incredible sight of you...

Holding on...trembling...

I feel you start to shudder

and my fingers clamp your hard nipples TIGHT

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I feel the onset of your orgasm...

Your belly quivers...like it only does when you come

...watch you seized by it...consumed by it...

...and fill my greedy eyes on the sight of you this way...

using my mouth and tongue in places...

you love best...

the well of your orgasm is spilling into me

Feeling you come against my chin...my lips.. my mouth...

Pulsing...opening...clenching

.pulsing...

And at that moment nothing else exists

Just pleasure is seeping up your spine...

overwhelming your senses...

the sweet flood of orgasm...full...encompassing...complete.

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I am there for all of its beauty...all of its wonder

How can I help but love it?

How can I help but find pleasure knowing you are coming...and there is nothing you can do to stop it?

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...who are we fooling then...

I pause...very very still...I lay here between your legs...

Looking up across the hills of your breasts still in my hands..

Seeing your flushed face...your golden hair spread across the sheets.

Feeling the faintest trace of orgasm... fading away...

Quietly coming to earth... your thighs collapsed on my shoulders...

We know this is not over.

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...eventually...there comes the slightest movement of your hips..

As if pretending they have somewhere else to go...

But all that does is intensify the goodbye kisses I'm giving you

against the warm curves of your weak... exhausted... Spent womanhood...

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are we pretending this is over?

These tender little movements of ours...are like tests...

And they make liars of us both.

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Because smoldering inside... is want for more of this

...denying... desire...only serves to strengthen it...

What was satisfied...comes back searching

Nerve and fiber reconnect...

And...as if the first tryst had never happened...

A new one begins

I love that it's my fault.

Do you think I don't love that?

Watching you...

...seeing you...feeling you...showing me: you want more...

I follow your suggestions...I give you mine...

I am like some selfish...greedy cupid who lives for your surrender.

And I thirst for each new experience

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There will come moments

...later...

... you are ready for me...

For all the time I spent between your lovely legs...

I had been hard...erect...stiff and throbbing

My untouched cock is excited and aroused...

hard for half an hour...

That big dick rises to where you're reclined...

Pointing its head...feeling your grasp...feeling its heat as you work it

... against that slippery waiting pussy...

cock strains and slips into you... wet and slippery...

growing inside you... Filling your vagina with hard stiff cock..

moving deep up inside you...

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From the side where I can watch your beautiful breasts rock with each thrust

Then...

...from behind... when you finally roll your back to me...

I hold your hips...

Your waist...

Your shoulders...

The sight of your classic shape from behind...

Your blonde hair flowing...

your arms reaching for my leg to hold me up into you

stronger...over...and over... and over...

my pleasure is beyond belief when I am inside you..

We are silent...but...

What do I become to you?

Does fantasy enter your thoughts?

...do I ever become some secret un-named stud?...

Some well-endowed porn star having his way with his actress...

An actress who knows her body is the envy of millions of horny men?

Am I the athlete...?

You ; the hot female fan who waited outside his dressing room...?

Am I the master...selecting you: his perfect slave?

Do I become that stranger...you once met for too short a time?

Do I become a boyfriend from the past?

Do I become that sexy man you almost surrendered to?

that so-together professional who made it clear he wanted you?

Imagining his hard strange unfamiliar dick pounding relentlessly...wanting you...

...consumed by your perfection...your irresistible sexiness...

I am all of these things for you...

Every sweet secret played out on our bed

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And what do you become to me?

Holding your wonderful shape...this sensual being with all her curves...

Her body moving to me...

Thrilling to the sight of her beautiful ass bouncing against my hips

Sensual, resilient...welcoming...willing...

From this view you become every woman...

...every fleeting fantasy that ever crossed my mind about women.

...every hot girl: from the beginning of my horny existence until now.

Flashing through my thoughts in fractions of seconds

Woman...perfect...

Woman...

All fantasy...

Because when I come...it is you I come for...

Unable to control it any longer I find my release deep inside you...

Spurting its load...gushing hot streams of come...

You grip me...you draw every drop from me...

You make me cry out with ecstasy...

You are everything I dream about...

...everything I desire...

You: my only passion.

...my only love...