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EAVESDROPPING
"Sweetie? Oh sweetie, thank God you answered." The relief Steven felt at hearing Eve's sleepy greeting surprised him. He held the palm-sized cell phone tight in the curve of his neck and resumed the gliding strokes through the glistening purple-red target displayed for him on the soft blanket. The smell of leather and straw and sex filled his nostrils, and he could hear the faint whinny of the horses in the stalls below. The lantern cast a soft glow about the hayloft and across Sally's lithe frame. Eve struggled awake. "Mmmm. Hi darlin. I fell asleep ... been reading, drinking Wild Turkey. Everything goin' okay?" She pushed the covers back so that her naked body was exposed to the cool autumn air from the open window. Hot desire for Steven turned her nipples hard as she thought of where he was. "Yeah. Oh yeah. I'm fine, sweetie." The husky tone she heard confirmed his words. She knew the sound well. "You said you wanted us to call you," he continued. "Are you sure? Are you sure you want to do this?" Eve sat up in the middle of her bed, her senses aroused and sharp, her pussy suddenly warm and wet. "Yes, Steven, yes, but only if you and Sally are sure you want to." "She's very turned on by the thought, I can assure you. And you know what it's doing to me." Eve smiled; she could practically hear his erection. "In fact," he continued, "we were both very disappointed last night when we called and you weren't home. She wanted to last night, after I told her about your fantasy." Eve laughed softly, glad she'd had the courage to tell Steven before he left for Washington to meet Sally. "I want to hear her pleasure, Steven. I want to hear what you're doing to make her feel good. Describe everything for me. Tell me how she looks and smells and moves and sounds. She loves your wordfucks, just as I do. Think of it," she continued, sensing hesitancy on his part, "you'll be fucking us both at the same time, darlin. Do it!" The last words practically hissed from her lips as Eve was gripped with a strong surge of wanting that turned her belly to fire. She reached for her vibrator and dildo and settled back down on the pillows to listen to her lover fuck another woman. Mutual confessions a few weeks earlier had led Eve and Steven to a new place in their relationship. Each knew the other had wide-ranging sexual appetites and interests despite a lifetime of doing things traditionally. As each adjusted to their new, rather unconventional lifestyles, their agreement had been simply not to discuss "the details." That all changed when Steven tearfully told Eve over the phone that he was flying to Washington to meet a woman he'd first encountered online, but he feared losing her in the process. The long-respected mutual declarations of freedom and openness that were the bedrock of their long-distance relationship were suddenly being tested. Eve knew it was time to tell him of her relationship with another man, someone she'd first met online. "It is possible to love two people, darlin. It really is. Trust me." But Eve had surprised both herself and Steven when, a few nights later, she shared a fantasy of eavesdropping when he and Sally were together. "Take your cell phone," Eve had said to introduce the fantasy. She'd never been sure he'd really do it; but listening now, she knew the three of them were crossing a threshold. "Is she listening?" gasped Sally, struggling to speak as desire choked her throat. Steven was an artist, and his fingers were painting pictures in her pussy. His thumb made lazy circles on her protruding clit; she felt it grow lush and full -- like her vulva, which felt ready to burst from the stimulation of his long fingers. Sally had a sudden vision of her pussy as an exotic tropical fruit, thick and pulpy, spilling and oozing fragrant juice onto her thighs. She wondered briefly if he'd given her a hallucinogenic drug. "What the hell?" she muttered to herself, not caring, just wanting the pleasure to last forever. "Yes, she's listening," was Steven's far-off reply, or so it seemed in her trance-like state of ecstacy. The thought of Eve hearing her moans of pleasure and touching herself set Sally on fire. She began to thrust and jab her cunt, fucking Steven's fingers. "She wants to hear me describe your loveliness," he continued, "the silkiness of your skin, your hard raspberry red nipples which are sore from my sucking. She wants to know that your cunt smells gingery and sweet and tastes earthy and wet, that your hips are stabbing at my fingers in search of something, anything, that will give you pleasure, that you are clawing at my hands, desperate to be filled. Aaaggghhh." His shuddering groan made Eve moan in response. The eavesdropping was taking their nightly phonephucking to a new level; and as her vibrator whirred silently and intently over her swollen clit, Eve began to whisper urgently, "fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme." It mattered not if Steven could hear her, though she hoped he could. She liked saying the once-forbidden word out loud when she was masturbating. As she listened to Sally's increasingly vocal response to Steven's thrusts, Eve was lost in a vision of his velvety purple cock buried in her creaminess. "Tell me, Steven, tell me what you're doing." She listened and rubbed the vibrator back and forth with greater urgency as frenzied words tumbled from his lips -- erotic phrases, sensual images, animal sounds -- the wordfucking she'd come to crave, that she begged for even when he was in her bed. Each word was a thrust, a fuck into her fertile mind. Hearing Sally's moaning fueled Eve's own desire. "Put the phone next to her cunt!" Eve spoke suddenly, loudly, urgently. "I want to listen to you fuck her. Put your hard cock in her. No more fingerfucking. Fuck her. I want to hear how wet she is. Fuckherfuckherfuckher. HARD!" Eve was rewarded with hearing Steven's strangled cry, a sure sign of his mounting pleasure as Sally's pussy swallowed him. Eve's lust-filled cries and Sally's were in sync. She heard his gutteral moans and grunts and the wet, sucking sound of Sally's pussy trying to hold on to his cock. Eve pushed the big dildo into her own slick pussy and began to fuck herself, listening to her lover fuck another woman, matching plunge for plunge. "Now darlin, now ... NOW! I need to come, must come. NOW! Pound me, come on, pound me! Fuckmefuckmefuckme!" Steven wasn't sure for a split second who had uttered the urgent words, Eve or Sally. He looked at Sally's gaping mouth, her eyes rolled back, her little breasts quivering as he pummeled into her lush, streaming pussy. With Eve's words fucking his ears and Sally's tight body writhing beneath him, Steven knew it was only a matter of seconds. His balls stiffened and he felt the lava-like explosion building. As Sally screamed her release, grasping and digging her fingers into his back, he gave a last few pumps then quickly withdrew from her and tossed the phone and condom aside. Steven's spine tingled with electricity as his hand stroked out the first spurts of thick white come, which landed on Sally's belly and still-pulsating cunt. Indistinguishable grunts erupted from his throat, and he painted her like a tiger with the streams of come gushing and squirting from his swollen glans. When he collapsed on top of her, Sally held tightly to his nicely-rounded ass, pulling him to her and grinding her pussy against his softening cock for a last bit of stimulation before she too lay quietly. God, that was incredible, she thought. Hearing him describe her and what they were doing had been wildly exciting, as had hearing Eve's cries from the phone. Steven wasn't moving. Sally reached for the cell phone beside them on the scattered hay. "Eve?" "Yes, Sally?" "Omigod, that was amazing. I've never come so hard." Sally heard Eve's throaty laugh and then, "Yes, darlin. It was exciting indeed. I came too, when you did! He fucked us both." "Yes, I suppose he did," she responded. "Do you want to talk to him?" "Not yet, darlin. Not yet. Let him recover a moment or two. Will I meet you someday, Sally?" "Oh ... I think that can easily be arranged, Eve. In fact, I'm sure it can, and I believe Steven has already told you of my ... umm ... interest?" Sally felt a smile play across her face, anticipating burying herself in Eve's large breasts. "Here's our lover-boy. I think we wore him out, though, not sure he's capable of much speech at the moment. G'bye, Eve. We'll meet in person soon. Very soon." Eve smiled at Sally's inadvertant use of the phrase that she and Steven spoke to try to ease the waiting between their visits. She listened to the rustling of stiff straw and shifting bodies in that faraway barn, seeing in her mind's eye the way Steven heaved himself to one side, flopping on his back in a position of total exhaustion and submission to the pleasure he'd just experienced. It was one of the things she loved about him. She waited quietly for the click of his cigarette lighter. "Hi, sweetie," he whispered into her ear, and she heard the soft exhale of smoke that signaled he was ready to talk. He always liked to cuddle afterwards and recap their lovemaking, whispering endearments, lightly stroking. "Hi, darlin. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" They laughed at the silliness of the question. Eve felt a sudden awkwardness and an unwelcome pang of loneliness. She shook it off as he answered. "Yeah, sweetie, it was good. Real good." Good, she thought, fuckingood! It worked! They'd all gotten something out of it. She felt very close to him in that moment. "Did you like listening to us? Did it really turn you on? You're okay?" "Yes, yes, and yes," she replied, laughing softly. "You know how sex sounds turn me on. And just thinking about it being you and Sally made me wild. There was probably a brown-out here tonight I had the vibrator going so long!" She paused and enjoyed his appreciative chuckle before continuing, "I want to play with both of you. Here. Soon. Will you bring Sally to see me?" Eve felt a little tingle shock her genitals at the thought of it. "You bet, sweetie. Soon. Very soon." Copyright October 1999 by eveferal@mailanon.com All rights reserved. No reproduction or transmittal without written permission from the author. |
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