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This is a true story from our distant past. I hope you enjoy it!
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Have you ever spoken to someone on the phone thinking they were someone else? I have.
One day at work I thought I was calling my wife, but apparently I had dialed the wrong number. The woman who answered sounded just like my wife. We chatted for about 10 or 15 minutes before one of us finally asked a simple question that we both should have known the answer too but the the other one could not answer it.
Suddenly, I think we both realized that we had each been talking to a complete stranger. I asked her if her name was Nancy. “No,” she replied, and then she said, “So you’re not Dean?”
We both laughed and then I told her I had enjoyed our conversation and she agreed with me. We chatted a little longer and then we said good bye and hung up. I thought it was pretty funny at first, and then I started thinking that I should have kept the conversation going. After all, you never know when you might get lucky!
One evening, after I arrived home from work, my wife seemed a little nervous or at the very least, she seemed to be acting a little standoffish. She seemed very preoccupied throughout dinner and didn’t say much of anything of consequence.
As we settled in to watch a little TV, I cuddled up close to her on the couch. I like to nestle in between her arm and one of her tits. I especially like it when she’s not wearing a bra.
That night was one of those braless evenings.
She had on one of her light summer T’s, it was a milky-yellow color with a modest neckline. She liked those T’s because the material was so thin that it makes them very cool in the summer heat. I liked them because when she’s braless, not only do her nipples poke out, begging for attention, but with the thin fabric of the shirt, the darkness of her areola’s shows through almost as well as if it were a wet t-shirt.
I find that look so sexy. Even though those T’s leave so very little to the imagination, my imagination was still running wild! I kept trying to talk her into dressing like this when we would go out. But she always said no.
After some gentle verbal prodding, she finally opened up a little bit about what had been bothering her, “I did a really dumb thing today and we need to get a new phone number.”
All I could manage was a less than brilliant, “What?”
Once my brain started working again, I tried to put a few words together in what, at the time, seemed like a long sentence. I sat up and looked her directly into her eyes and said, “Seriously?”
She didn’t offer to tell me what happened, she just kept repeating, “We need a new phone number!”
I finally got her to give me a little more information. Apparently the phone rang at around 10:30 that morning. I often call her from work at about that time, so the call was not unexpected. She said that she thought it was me calling and that I was pretending to be someone else (I have done that in the past). To further stress the point, she said that the voice on the phone sounded like one of my phony voices.
From the start of the call she said that the guy had seemed honestly interested in her, what she was doing and what plans she had for the day, etc. This is typically what we talk about on our mid-morning calls. So she was pretty sure it really was me on the phone.
From what she said I got the impression that they had only spoken for a minute or two.
With no details from that first call, she then told me that later in the afternoon she got another call from the same person. This time they spoke for a very long time. “But,” she insisted, “I still thought it was you!”
As she was telling me this, she was getting more and more upset but from what she had told me so far, I still did not fully understand the reason that she was getting upset. So now, as you can guess, in addition to trying to calm her down I’m starting to wonder what exactly they had been talking about on those two calls. I begged her to tell me everything about those two calls, starting at the beginning. I was getting a little worried about what might have been said.
Before telling me anything that she or he had said, she again reminded me, “I thought it was you calling me, pretending to be someone else. So I thought that this time it would be fun to just play along with you so that I could tease you about it later.”
The guy on the other end of the line must have been pretty slick on the phone. During the first call, he was able to get her to tell him ‘a lot of personal things’. Apparently that call was a little longer than a minute or two!
He asked her what outfit she was wearing: “I’m just wearing those old, tight, ragged jeans that you guys all seem to like so much and a red top”.
“What kind of red top is it” he asked? “It’s the one with short puffy sleeves,” she told him.
Getting more to the point of his interest he asked her, “Is that one of those low cut ones?”
“Low cut? That’s an understatement for sure! I always catch guys looking down my blouse when I wear it. Everybody seems to like it!”
“Are you wearing a bra with it?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It’s a low cut black one that’s mostly made of pretty, frilly lace. My husband says that the black looks so sexy against the white of my breasts.”
“Does it push your breasts together?”
“Yes, it works really great with this top!”
By now you should have a little feel for what she was telling me and how their conversation was going.
She said that she was having fun teasing me and my disguised voice and that she knew she was really tricking me when the voice started asking her questions about how tall she was and how much she weighs and her bra size and her panty size, and other ‘stuff like that’.
She said that she was having fun playing along with the mystery man, convinced it was her sweet hubby teasing her. So she continues to do her best to ‘play along with him and tease him at the same time.’
I was a little amazed at all the things that she had been willing to tell a total stranger over the phone. But I guess from her point of view, it was not a total strange, just a silly hubby playing some silly game.
As she continues to relate the details about the calls, I started to believe that she was enjoying the attention she was getting from her mystery caller. It also seemed to me that maybe she was working pretty hard trying to convince herself that the bodiless voice on the other end of the phone line was, in fact, me.
Personally I found it pretty exciting that she had been talking to some strange guy and telling him intimate things about herself. This was something that was totally out of character for my wife. As she spoke I imagined this guy on the other end of the phone, dick in hand, with a grin on his face, happily masturbating to everything that my wife was telling him.
The reason that I felt he must be masturbating was because the more details she told me about the call, the harder I got. And the harder I got, the more I wanted to drop my pants and jerk it right there in front of her while she related more of the details to me.
And that was just the first call.
Then she told me that when he called back after lunch he had many more intimate questions for her. They talked about sex. What she liked and didn’t like about the intimate act of love.
As she described to me more of what she had told him, I thought I was going to explode in my pants! Here was my sweet little wife, telling a complete stranger how she liked to finger fuck my ass while she sucked my cock. She told him her favorite positions for intercourse (missionary with her knees on her chest) and even telling him specifically what she likes me to do to make her cum (spread her pussy wide open with my thumbs while I tease and suck on her clit while doing laps around her pussy).
Her cheeks were now ablaze in red. I was sitting up watching her body language while she looked down at her hands which were nervously fidgeting in her lap. She appeared to be very embarrassed by her little mistaken assumption about who she believed she was talking too on the phone. She even said it was really my fault for starting that little game.
I thought it was both cute and erotic to watch her eyes (and her hard nipples) as she told me more of the details of the calls.
She may have been embarrassed, but as I watched her it was becoming obvious to me that she had enjoyed playing along with the sexy voice on the phone and that she really had been looking forward to turning the tables on me.
Perhaps I was reading too much between the lines but it really did seem to me that she had been enjoying the conversation a lot! Remember her hard nipples? In my mind I wondered if maybe the reason that she was now so embarrassed was that she was remembering how excited she had been while talking to a strange guy on the phone while at the same time she was starting to wonder it might NOT be her hubby on the other end of the phone line.
“Please,” she said again, “I want a new phone number. “
I told her I would look into getting a new number for her, but I also told her how exciting it had been hearing about her and her unknown friend and their conversations.
For me, the moment she finished her story about the two calls, it was time for sex! But she made me wait another couple of hours!
That night we had one of those exceptionally hot sexual sessions. I think she was going above and beyond to make up for what she perceived in her mind as ‘cheating on me’ with this stranger’s voice.
‘My wife’s first mystery boyfriend’: that’s how I was beginning to think of him in my mind.
That night she was making sure that she hit all of the bases, sexually speaking. It was like she had a list and was ticking off all of my favorite things as we moved from position to position. She was making sure she did everything that I really liked. Basically I think she was trying to use sex to say “I’m sorry for what I did” or “I want you, not some voice on the phone” or maybe even just trying to show me that talking on the phone is nothing like real sex.
After enjoying each other in every way with our hands, fingers and tongues (and enjoying one of her best ever blow jobs) I finally slide my dick deep inside of her dripping wet pussy. But then I just kind of let it soak in her juices rather than start any serious movement.
She seemed a little surprised when I stopped commenting on how fantastic her body felt and telling her how much I loved her. But I’m sure she was shocked when I asked her to tell me again what that guy on the phone had said, and what she had told him about her and us and our sex lives.
Waiting for her to respond, I started slowly sliding my cock out and back into her. Almost all the way out, then buried balls deep until the end of my cock was pressing into her uterus. She really likes it this way. She likes me to gradually start moving from slow and sensuous to fast and furious. She never likes to start out really fast and she hates it when it’s too slow in the beginning.
So there we were, me going too slow and her deciding what to say. I just kept slowly sliding in and out, over and over, again and again as my cock stimulated the walls of her vagina along its full length. While she was thinking what to say, in that awkward silence I started taking it slower and slower with shorter and shorter strokes.
When she finally began to repeat parts of their conversation, I picked up the pace and depth of each strokes during the parts I liked.
I would almost stop with just the tip still inside when she paused or she related something that I didn’t find all that exciting.
She caught on pretty quickly. By the time we finished I figured that I had either finally heard the full story with all of the stuff she had left out earlier or she had simply made up a lot of good new stuff. Either way, it was a very hot night.
I think she came a couple times that night when the pace was really fast and the thrusts really deep with our sweating bodies pounding into each other hard enough that even the springs in the bed seemed to be moaning over the details of those calls.
The one thing I knew for sure was that my dick was very happy.
But afterward, as I lay there trying to fall asleep, I had one question in my mind: did she cum because of my cock hammering into her pussy or because of her phone encounter and remembering the excitement she had experienced from the stranger she had spent time with on the phone?
We repeated our “wrong number sex game” a number of times over the next few days. For me, it was like being a newlywed again. And one of the best parts was that she was still coming up with new things that he had said or that they had spoken about and how they affected her at the time.
On the third night she finally told me how he had talked her into masturbating for (or with?) him at the end of that afternoon call. She said that was when she finally decided that her caller really was a stranger and not her sweet husband.
Of course, each morning she kept asking about the new phone number. I was dragging my feet about that and secretly hoping that there might be another phone call!
After a couple of days, I finally told her that the phone company had suggested that we simply block his number the next time he called. I told her how to do that and she wrote it down. Of course, she would have to wait for him to call again.
By now we had turned those two phone calls into a semi- regular part of our sex lives.
I kept wondering, “Will he ever call back?” And how would she react if the mystery voice did place a third phone call to her? Would she spend time playing along with him on the phone again? And if so, would she be playing along to get new material for our “wrong number sex game” or just for her own personal enjoyment? Or would she quickly hang up and then block him forever?
As far as I know, he never called back. But that summer, every once in a while when we were in bed, she would tell me she wanted to play the “wrong number game” and she always seemed to have remembered some new things that he had said. For my part, I always enjoyed pounding her pussy as she told me the new details.
So was her mystery telephone friend still calling her and was that where she was getting those new things to tell me about? Was it possible that she was still masturbating with some total stranger on the phone? Or was she just dreaming up things for our night time pleasure? I guess I’ll never know for sure, but I did love it every time she wanted to play a new game of “wrong number.” Throughout that summer I keep looking forward to the evenings when she wanted to play that game again!
And no, I don’t call her any more while pretending to be someone else. But I did develop this fantasy that I have never told her about. I think about it all the time. I wonder what it would be like to be able to watch her respond to that stranger’s voice on the phone. I would have loved to have been able to sit in the corner and watch her masturbate for him.
I would also love to see how she would respond to the sexual touch of another man.
All of that summer I hoped that one day he’d call back when I was off work for the day and he and I would talk about my new fantasy. You never really know when you might get lucky, right?
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Have you ever spoken to someone on the phone thinking they were someone else? I have.
One day at work I thought I was calling my wife, but apparently I had dialed the wrong number. The woman who answered sounded just like my wife. We chatted for about 10 or 15 minutes before one of us finally asked a simple question that we both should have known the answer too but the the other one could not answer it.
Suddenly, I think we both realized that we had each been talking to a complete stranger. I asked her if her name was Nancy. “No,” she replied, and then she said, “So you’re not Dean?”
We both laughed and then I told her I had enjoyed our conversation and she agreed with me. We chatted a little longer and then we said good bye and hung up. I thought it was pretty funny at first, and then I started thinking that I should have kept the conversation going. After all, you never know when you might get lucky!
One evening, after I arrived home from work, my wife seemed a little nervous or at the very least, she seemed to be acting a little standoffish. She seemed very preoccupied throughout dinner and didn’t say much of anything of consequence.
As we settled in to watch a little TV, I cuddled up close to her on the couch. I like to nestle in between her arm and one of her tits. I especially like it when she’s not wearing a bra.
That night was one of those braless evenings.
She had on one of her light summer T’s, it was a milky-yellow color with a modest neckline. She liked those T’s because the material was so thin that it makes them very cool in the summer heat. I liked them because when she’s braless, not only do her nipples poke out, begging for attention, but with the thin fabric of the shirt, the darkness of her areola’s shows through almost as well as if it were a wet t-shirt.
I find that look so sexy. Even though those T’s leave so very little to the imagination, my imagination was still running wild! I kept trying to talk her into dressing like this when we would go out. But she always said no.
After some gentle verbal prodding, she finally opened up a little bit about what had been bothering her, “I did a really dumb thing today and we need to get a new phone number.”
All I could manage was a less than brilliant, “What?”
Once my brain started working again, I tried to put a few words together in what, at the time, seemed like a long sentence. I sat up and looked her directly into her eyes and said, “Seriously?”
She didn’t offer to tell me what happened, she just kept repeating, “We need a new phone number!”
I finally got her to give me a little more information. Apparently the phone rang at around 10:30 that morning. I often call her from work at about that time, so the call was not unexpected. She said that she thought it was me calling and that I was pretending to be someone else (I have done that in the past). To further stress the point, she said that the voice on the phone sounded like one of my phony voices.
From the start of the call she said that the guy had seemed honestly interested in her, what she was doing and what plans she had for the day, etc. This is typically what we talk about on our mid-morning calls. So she was pretty sure it really was me on the phone.
From what she said I got the impression that they had only spoken for a minute or two.
With no details from that first call, she then told me that later in the afternoon she got another call from the same person. This time they spoke for a very long time. “But,” she insisted, “I still thought it was you!”
As she was telling me this, she was getting more and more upset but from what she had told me so far, I still did not fully understand the reason that she was getting upset. So now, as you can guess, in addition to trying to calm her down I’m starting to wonder what exactly they had been talking about on those two calls. I begged her to tell me everything about those two calls, starting at the beginning. I was getting a little worried about what might have been said.
Before telling me anything that she or he had said, she again reminded me, “I thought it was you calling me, pretending to be someone else. So I thought that this time it would be fun to just play along with you so that I could tease you about it later.”
The guy on the other end of the line must have been pretty slick on the phone. During the first call, he was able to get her to tell him ‘a lot of personal things’. Apparently that call was a little longer than a minute or two!
He asked her what outfit she was wearing: “I’m just wearing those old, tight, ragged jeans that you guys all seem to like so much and a red top”.
“What kind of red top is it” he asked? “It’s the one with short puffy sleeves,” she told him.
Getting more to the point of his interest he asked her, “Is that one of those low cut ones?”
“Low cut? That’s an understatement for sure! I always catch guys looking down my blouse when I wear it. Everybody seems to like it!”
“Are you wearing a bra with it?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.”
“It’s a low cut black one that’s mostly made of pretty, frilly lace. My husband says that the black looks so sexy against the white of my breasts.”
“Does it push your breasts together?”
“Yes, it works really great with this top!”
By now you should have a little feel for what she was telling me and how their conversation was going.
She said that she was having fun teasing me and my disguised voice and that she knew she was really tricking me when the voice started asking her questions about how tall she was and how much she weighs and her bra size and her panty size, and other ‘stuff like that’.
She said that she was having fun playing along with the mystery man, convinced it was her sweet hubby teasing her. So she continues to do her best to ‘play along with him and tease him at the same time.’
I was a little amazed at all the things that she had been willing to tell a total stranger over the phone. But I guess from her point of view, it was not a total strange, just a silly hubby playing some silly game.
As she continues to relate the details about the calls, I started to believe that she was enjoying the attention she was getting from her mystery caller. It also seemed to me that maybe she was working pretty hard trying to convince herself that the bodiless voice on the other end of the phone line was, in fact, me.
Personally I found it pretty exciting that she had been talking to some strange guy and telling him intimate things about herself. This was something that was totally out of character for my wife. As she spoke I imagined this guy on the other end of the phone, dick in hand, with a grin on his face, happily masturbating to everything that my wife was telling him.
The reason that I felt he must be masturbating was because the more details she told me about the call, the harder I got. And the harder I got, the more I wanted to drop my pants and jerk it right there in front of her while she related more of the details to me.
And that was just the first call.
Then she told me that when he called back after lunch he had many more intimate questions for her. They talked about sex. What she liked and didn’t like about the intimate act of love.
As she described to me more of what she had told him, I thought I was going to explode in my pants! Here was my sweet little wife, telling a complete stranger how she liked to finger fuck my ass while she sucked my cock. She told him her favorite positions for intercourse (missionary with her knees on her chest) and even telling him specifically what she likes me to do to make her cum (spread her pussy wide open with my thumbs while I tease and suck on her clit while doing laps around her pussy).
Her cheeks were now ablaze in red. I was sitting up watching her body language while she looked down at her hands which were nervously fidgeting in her lap. She appeared to be very embarrassed by her little mistaken assumption about who she believed she was talking too on the phone. She even said it was really my fault for starting that little game.
I thought it was both cute and erotic to watch her eyes (and her hard nipples) as she told me more of the details of the calls.
She may have been embarrassed, but as I watched her it was becoming obvious to me that she had enjoyed playing along with the sexy voice on the phone and that she really had been looking forward to turning the tables on me.
Perhaps I was reading too much between the lines but it really did seem to me that she had been enjoying the conversation a lot! Remember her hard nipples? In my mind I wondered if maybe the reason that she was now so embarrassed was that she was remembering how excited she had been while talking to a strange guy on the phone while at the same time she was starting to wonder it might NOT be her hubby on the other end of the phone line.
“Please,” she said again, “I want a new phone number. “
I told her I would look into getting a new number for her, but I also told her how exciting it had been hearing about her and her unknown friend and their conversations.
For me, the moment she finished her story about the two calls, it was time for sex! But she made me wait another couple of hours!
That night we had one of those exceptionally hot sexual sessions. I think she was going above and beyond to make up for what she perceived in her mind as ‘cheating on me’ with this stranger’s voice.
‘My wife’s first mystery boyfriend’: that’s how I was beginning to think of him in my mind.
That night she was making sure that she hit all of the bases, sexually speaking. It was like she had a list and was ticking off all of my favorite things as we moved from position to position. She was making sure she did everything that I really liked. Basically I think she was trying to use sex to say “I’m sorry for what I did” or “I want you, not some voice on the phone” or maybe even just trying to show me that talking on the phone is nothing like real sex.
After enjoying each other in every way with our hands, fingers and tongues (and enjoying one of her best ever blow jobs) I finally slide my dick deep inside of her dripping wet pussy. But then I just kind of let it soak in her juices rather than start any serious movement.
She seemed a little surprised when I stopped commenting on how fantastic her body felt and telling her how much I loved her. But I’m sure she was shocked when I asked her to tell me again what that guy on the phone had said, and what she had told him about her and us and our sex lives.
Waiting for her to respond, I started slowly sliding my cock out and back into her. Almost all the way out, then buried balls deep until the end of my cock was pressing into her uterus. She really likes it this way. She likes me to gradually start moving from slow and sensuous to fast and furious. She never likes to start out really fast and she hates it when it’s too slow in the beginning.
So there we were, me going too slow and her deciding what to say. I just kept slowly sliding in and out, over and over, again and again as my cock stimulated the walls of her vagina along its full length. While she was thinking what to say, in that awkward silence I started taking it slower and slower with shorter and shorter strokes.
When she finally began to repeat parts of their conversation, I picked up the pace and depth of each strokes during the parts I liked.
I would almost stop with just the tip still inside when she paused or she related something that I didn’t find all that exciting.
She caught on pretty quickly. By the time we finished I figured that I had either finally heard the full story with all of the stuff she had left out earlier or she had simply made up a lot of good new stuff. Either way, it was a very hot night.
I think she came a couple times that night when the pace was really fast and the thrusts really deep with our sweating bodies pounding into each other hard enough that even the springs in the bed seemed to be moaning over the details of those calls.
The one thing I knew for sure was that my dick was very happy.
But afterward, as I lay there trying to fall asleep, I had one question in my mind: did she cum because of my cock hammering into her pussy or because of her phone encounter and remembering the excitement she had experienced from the stranger she had spent time with on the phone?
We repeated our “wrong number sex game” a number of times over the next few days. For me, it was like being a newlywed again. And one of the best parts was that she was still coming up with new things that he had said or that they had spoken about and how they affected her at the time.
On the third night she finally told me how he had talked her into masturbating for (or with?) him at the end of that afternoon call. She said that was when she finally decided that her caller really was a stranger and not her sweet husband.
Of course, each morning she kept asking about the new phone number. I was dragging my feet about that and secretly hoping that there might be another phone call!
After a couple of days, I finally told her that the phone company had suggested that we simply block his number the next time he called. I told her how to do that and she wrote it down. Of course, she would have to wait for him to call again.
By now we had turned those two phone calls into a semi- regular part of our sex lives.
I kept wondering, “Will he ever call back?” And how would she react if the mystery voice did place a third phone call to her? Would she spend time playing along with him on the phone again? And if so, would she be playing along to get new material for our “wrong number sex game” or just for her own personal enjoyment? Or would she quickly hang up and then block him forever?
As far as I know, he never called back. But that summer, every once in a while when we were in bed, she would tell me she wanted to play the “wrong number game” and she always seemed to have remembered some new things that he had said. For my part, I always enjoyed pounding her pussy as she told me the new details.
So was her mystery telephone friend still calling her and was that where she was getting those new things to tell me about? Was it possible that she was still masturbating with some total stranger on the phone? Or was she just dreaming up things for our night time pleasure? I guess I’ll never know for sure, but I did love it every time she wanted to play a new game of “wrong number.” Throughout that summer I keep looking forward to the evenings when she wanted to play that game again!
And no, I don’t call her any more while pretending to be someone else. But I did develop this fantasy that I have never told her about. I think about it all the time. I wonder what it would be like to be able to watch her respond to that stranger’s voice on the phone. I would have loved to have been able to sit in the corner and watch her masturbate for him.
I would also love to see how she would respond to the sexual touch of another man.
All of that summer I hoped that one day he’d call back when I was off work for the day and he and I would talk about my new fantasy. You never really know when you might get lucky, right?
Stevie
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