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My wife at workMy mobile rings. “Hi. John?”“Yes”.“Hi John, it’s Chris”.I should explain that Chris is the man who employs my wife, part time. He’s a sole practitioner with his own professional services firm and other than him, she is the only other person in the office. She only goes in two or three times a week but they have an ‘arrangement’ which needs some explaining. Basically, she has agreed to always wear seamed stockings and high heels when she’s in that office and he further insists that she either wears a quarter cup bra or no bra at all. Each day when she’s there she gives Chris hand relief. In return he pays her well and gives her a share of his firm’s profits. She also likes how much he is besotted with her and the way she dresses for him and she loves the fact that he is an exceptionally heavy spunker. It’s an arrangement which works well for both.“Oh, hi Chris”, I said.“John, I’m here with your wife but she can’t talk to you right now”. Throughout this call he referred to her only as my wife, not by her name. I understood the message he was conveying. “Do you know why?” he asked.I did, immediately know but I played along. “Why’s that, Chris?”“Because her mouth is full of hard cock. My cock. Listen …”He must have held the phone down pendik escort near her mouth, as I could clearly hear her slurping away on his cock. After a minute or so of this I heard her gagging and it sounded like she was trying to cough up something.“That’s right, take it all down, you dirty bitch” he said. She told me later he had grabbed hold of her ponytail as she was kneeling at his deck fellating him and rammed his erection down her windpipe.He came back on the line. “Yes, she’s a dirty little whore, your wife, isn’t she?” I could only agree with him and said “She’s a slut”.“She’s a slut alright” he concurred. “Do you want to know what’s she’s wearing?”He didn’t really need to tell me as I’d seen her getting dressed and heading off less than an hour before. Ten strap suspender belt, black seamed stockings (Manhattan heel, I had noticed), five-inch heel black court shoes, leather skirt and a white satin blouse, over a black PVC quarter cup bra. But he ran me through the details anyway, pointing out that she’d removed her blouse “So I can see her big tits” and her skirt, so he could view her suspender belt as her head bobbed up and down over his lap.Chris continued to talk to me. Told me she was good at oral, kağıthane escort very good, had obviously practiced a lot, hundreds of men had experienced her skills over the years, apparently. Asked me if I’d known she was an unfaithful slut when we married, and how I felt about her being a prostitute. At this point I started to object, as she’s not and that’s not a term I would ever use about or to her but he interrupted me and asked “Why do you think your wife is sucking me off, John? Because I pay her so well, that’s why. So what does that make her then?”I could see his point. “You should get her on the game, John. Pimp her out, make a few bob. And she’d fucking love it, I can tell you. She’s a natural.”The phone then moved back down towards her again, as the sound of her slurping became much louder and she was sucking much more rapidly now. Again he pushed himself down her throat and I heard her wretch, as if she was about to be sick but I knew she could cope with deep throat. She manages her boyfriend regularly and he sports ten inches of thick black cock. I also heard her moaning in manner I recognised as moans of pleasure. Chris delivered another wave of verbal abuse – maltepe escort cocksucking slut, dirty bitch, big-titted tart … and on and on speaking more quickly and panting at the same time. She’d previously told me that he tended to be very abusive, verbally, as he approached his climax, so I guessed it couldn’t be long now.“Are you still there, John?”, he asked.“Yes, yes of course.”“John, is it okay if I cum in your wife’s mouth?”I didn’t have time to respond before he said “I’m going to ejaculate in her mouth. She’ll swallow all my spunk, you know. Your wife … filthy … fuck … whore … oh God …” and he let out a little bellow, followed by a deep, deep groan “oh Jesus Christ, fucking hell …” I knew he was cumming and I was sure I could hear her gulping down his sperm.After a pause of half a minute or so, when all I could hear was his little sobs of pleasure and a gentle moan he said “She’s still going you know. Christ she is so, so good at this, isn’t she? She’s just swallowed my huge load of spunk and she’s still sucking on me, fuck, what a woman. What a dirty bitch”.I laughed.“You’ll want the same, later, won’t you? Well, you’re not getting it. She’s already told me, you’re getting nothing more than a hand job. How does that feel, John?”And so I told him how it felt. Knowing I’d later be getting hand relief from my horny wife, wearing latex gloves and in her stockings and heels, big boobs out on display and talking me through her blow job with Chris, how much semen she’d swallowed and how much she’d enjoyed it, that felt – right then – absolutely fucking fantastic.

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