Man Silk

“Are you telling me that my motherboard is not covered under warranty?”  My husband was on the phone last night with HP customer service, raising hell over a defective laptop.  Normally consumer complaints don’t turn me on, but in this case, he was prancing around in his new, black silk boxer shorts whilst on the phone.   Rather than curse when angry, my husband kicks into super intellectual mode, taking articulation to new heights.  He defeats his opponent with logic and word play; meanwhile, I get stupid from lust.

“I want your dick in my mouth NOW!”  I whisper, running my hands over the black silk.

“Let me speak to a case manager, ” he continues with the customer service rep, but I can see by the swelling in his boxers that he heard me.  “No, you will NOT call me back later.  I have no intention of hanging up, and I know good and well that you’re not allowed to hang up on a customer.  Transfer me to someone who can help me…I’ll wait.”  He looks at me and grins as he says the last two words.  The rep puts him on hold, just as I drop to my knees and begin playing with his dick.

I suspected he was going to be on hold for a while, so I took my time, playing with the tip of his dick first, then gradually working my way down to suck on his balls.  I left the silk boxers on him…just unbuttoning them far enough to get full access.  I wanted to feel the silk as I sucked on his cock.

This went on for 10-15 minutes.  HP was probably hoping he’d hang up so that they wouldn’t have to deal with him, but my man waited them out…all the while contentedly getting a blow job.  Finally the elevator music stopped and the voice of the rep returned.  I sucked furiously, realizing my time was up.  I needed that laptop fixed just as much as he did.

“Are you ready to help me now?”  my husband asked the rep, while grabbing my hair to indicate he was about to cum.  The voice of the rep jabbered compromises as I sucked with all my might.  My husband came silently, with a shudder, sending a flood of warm cum into my mouth.  I swallowed and stood up, wiping my mouth.

“No, I’m afraid that won’t suffice,” my husband continued his bargaining, winking at me to show that he appreciated my support.

Phone Sex

The phone rang and my heart skipped a beat. The caller ID revealed it was as I’d hoped, E calling. As I answered a pang hit my stomach, I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed her. It went a little something like this:

E: Hello, darling! As promised I’ve sneaked off to the bathroom in my Victoria’s Secret bikini.
SILVER: Mmmm, that sounds nice, what color is it?
E: Purple.
SILVER: Is it low cut so I can see your silky smooth belly?
E: Why yes it is.
I dashed into my bedroom and tore my clothes off, diving under the covers.
SILVER: Guess what I’m wearing?
E: Ummm, well I’d say nothing at all.
SILVER: That’s right.
E: Tell me what you’re doing.
SILVER: Right now I’m touching my breasts. I love the way you caress my nipples, sometimes I think I might come just from the feel of it.
E: Mmmm, it makes me wet just thinking about your huge round breasts.
SILVER: Are you touching yourself?
E: Not yet, I’m savoring the moment.
SILVER: One of my nipples is in my mouth, but I’m imagining it’s your mouth on me. My clit is already tingling, longing to be touched.
E: Oh how I miss that gorgeous pussy of yours. I wish I could taste it.
SILVER: You will. But first I want you to lick your finger and rub it around your nipples.
E: Yes, that feels nice. Oh, Silver. Are you squeezing those breasts for me.
SILVER: They’re in my hands right now, it almost feels like you are here. My pussy is so wet.
E: Mine too, I might have to change my bathing suit.
SILVER: You’re still wearing it? Good. Run your hands down your stomach slowly and reach your fingers inside.
E: (sighs)
SILVER: Oh, yeah, baby. I can’t wait, I’m touching myself now.
E: I wish I was there to put all my fingers inside of you.
SILVER: Me too, they fit so nice. I love the way you fill me up and make the come pour out of me.
E: I love your face when you’re in ecstasy, the sounds that you make. Will you make some for me now?
SILVER: (moans) Not too loud, though the kids are in the other room watching TV. Is your clit on fire for me?
E: So much. My fingers are covered in my juice.
SILVER: I want to lick it so bad.
E: Mmmm.
SILVER: I can see your face in my mind right now, your eyes closed, your head back.
E: Uh-huh.
SILVER: Are you going to come for me?
E: Yesss, I’m coming now. (quiet high pitched moans of pleasure)
SILVER: Wow, hearing you come is making me come.
E: I wanna hear it, I wish you could squirt on my face right now.
SILVER: My hips are bucking for you, it feels so good. (low moans of a long, slow, luxurious orgasm) That was so good. That may be the first time I’ve ever had phone sex.
E: (laughs) Glad I could be a part of it! It was definitely better than masturbating alone.

 

Phone sex at the beach

Being the sexy genius that she is, Silver gave me a great idea today.  You see, I’m getting ready to leave for a family reunion at the beach, so I’ll be several days with no internet…and feeling like I’m stuck in a Brady Bunch episode.  My family doesn’t know that I’m bisexual OR polyamorous.  As far as they’re concerned, I’m just a raunchy mom who teaches teaches writing, plays cello, and does weird “hippie things.”  Little do they know that I’m a rockin’ sex blogger with a pagan girlfriend!

Silver suggested I sneak off for cell phone sex whilst at the beach, and I think that’s a marvelous idea!  I was thinking of sneaking off to the bathroom periodically in my Victoria Secret bikini.  My family is very clannish and tends to stick together like peanut butter, but it’s perfectly acceptable to claim “lengthy shit” time in the toilet.  That should give me just enough time to get Silver on the phone, and relay the naughty thoughts that won’t have an outlet any other way.

Now if I can just find a way to get my husband alone to lick chocolate Reddi-Whip off his dick, then I’ll be set.  Yes, Lollie, I have you to thank for that one 🙂

By the way, if anyone is looking for Granola Girl, I’ve got her locked in a mason jar for the week.  I caught her ripping up my panty hose while preaching about the evils of crotch sweat.  So, I jarred her and gave her a joint to work on while I’m away.  She’ll be fine really…I put nail holes in the lid.