Today's free read is a contemporary erotic short story from my collection. This scene is NSFW and NC17. You probably want to enjoy it from the safety of a pair of good headphones...but if you can't listen with headphones, the text version of the scene is below the cut.
My cell phone rang about ten minutes to midnight. I glanced at the clock, raising an eyebrow as I put down my book and answered. Only one person would call me this late...still, it made for a nice bedtime surprise.
"Hello?" I said, cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder.
"Without your clothes, you'd be naked."
I smiled. "Hi, Ry. How's your trip going?"
"It's going okay," my husband answered. "I left something important at home, though."
"Hm, whatever might it be, I wonder?" I moved my book to the bedside table and rolled onto my side, getting a little more comfortable as I teased him. "Let's see, when you left you had your suitcase, your keys, your wallet—"
"And two loudmouthed, sweaty guys," he finished for me. "But I really wish you had let me bring your ass along, too, Catie. Theirs just don't do it for me like yours does."
"Mm-hm, well, I needed it," I said. "But don't worry. It'll only be two more days, won't it?"
"Two days too long for me," he said. His voice dropped an octave, and it brought a sneaky grin to my face.
"Well," I murmured, slipping one hand down my belly to toy idly with the band of my panties. "What can we do about that?"
"What were you doing just now, before I called?"
"Oh... reading a little," I replied, glancing over at the book I had put aside. The black-and-white silhouette of a nude woman's backside gleamed at me in the dim light of my reading lamp. She wore a collar with a slender metal chain hanging from it, dangling the length of her spine.
"Reading what?" he whispered in my ear.
"Silly Ryan. Nothing dirty, if that's what you're thinking."
"I'm thinking you're lying," he teased. "Bad Catie. Am I going to have to spank you when I get home?"
"If you can catch me," I murmured.
"So what were you reading?"
"Some high-tension political drama," I said, feigning syrupy innocence. "You know me... got to have my courtroom thriller fix."
"Would this thrilling courtroom happen to have an oddly disproportionate amount of naked women in it?"
"Now, Ry," I said. "Why ever would it have naked women in it?"
"Because I know what you read on Friday nights before bed," he murmured. "And it's not John Grisham."
I laughed quietly, snuggling a little deeper under the covers.
"Where are your road trip buddies?" I whispered.
"Next room over," he replied. "It's attached, though, so I've got to be at least a little quiet."
"Oh, I see," I replied. With my free hand, I gently started massaging the soft mound of my sex, slowly rubbing it in wide, shallow circles.
"What are you wearing?" he asked.
"Guess," I teased. "Since you're so sure you know how I spend my Friday nights."
"Your black peek-a-boo teddy with the see-through bits," he said immediately. I laughed again at his quick response, shaking my head even though I knew he couldn't see it.
"No, silly!" I hissed. "Guess again."
"Catholic School Girl skirt?" he tried.
"No! Why would I be wearing that to bed?"
"Because you knew I'd call," he said. I could practically hear the goofy smile on his face.
"One last guess," I said. "And if you're wrong I'm hanging up and turning off the phone."
"No!" he said furtively. "Okay, okay, I've got it this time... you're wearing..."
He paused, thinking quickly to himself, and then the light bulb came on.
“Ah," he whispered confidently. "You're wearing the satin white babydoll with the side slit, and the G-string with those ties on your hip. The one you wore on our honeymoon."
"Very good," I replied. "How did you know?"
"I'm a genius," he said simply. "And because it's Friday night, you're settling into bed with your favorite book of erotic stories, and the little satin number makes you feel super sexy."
"Oh-ho, look who knows so much about his wife and her habits," I teased him. "What else have you got?"
"How's a raging hard-on for you?" he whispered. "Because I've got more of that then I know what to do with."
"I bet I know what you can do with it," I said softly. "Of course... too bad I'm all the way back home, alone in bed in my little babydoll, and you're all the way upstate with nothing but a bottle of lube and your big, warm hand."
"I didn't bring any lube."
"In your shaving kit," I said with a grin. "Next to the travel-size shaving cream."
A pause on the other end of the line. I could hear him reaching for his bags and digging quietly through them.
"Oh, Catie, what would I do without you?" he finally asked. I chuckled quietly into the phone.
"So now, I suppose you're all set," I said. "Good night, then?"
"Oh, hell no," he said. "It's going to take more than a little bit of lube to get me off tonight, baby."
"Well, what else can I do for you?" I asked. I slipped my hand out from my panties and idly tickled my fingers up and down my belly.
"You can come for me," he whispered. "Oh, I want to hear you come so bad, Catie..."
"Hm," I murmured. "I think I might be able to oblige you there. Of course, you'll have to help me out too."
"Always willing to lend a hand there." He chuckled.
"Then tell me, honey," I said, my voice low and husky as I reached out to turn off my reading lamp, leaving me in cool darkness. "What should I do first?"
"Why don't you put on some music for us?" he suggested.
"What would you like?"
"Something soft," he said. "A little bit exotic maybe... Blue Stone."
"Your wish is my command." I reached out in the dark and grabbed my iPod from its docking station, setting it to the Blue Stone playlist before returning it, adjusting the volume to low as the quietly hypnotic melodies started to play. "Can you hear it okay, lover?"
"Yeah. Good choice?" he asked.
"Uh-huh," I replied, nodding to myself. "And what should I do now?"
"You have the phone in your right hand or your left?"
"You lying on your back?"
"My side," I said. I started to slowly move my hips to the sultry rhythm of the music.
"Roll onto your back," he instructed.
"Now run your left hand over your tits," he whispered. "Above the lace—just brush them a little, tease them through the fabric."
I made a small sound of enjoyment as I followed his instructions. The fabric whispered under my fingers. "It feels nice, baby."
"Sure it does," he replied. "Run your thumb over your nipple."
I did—it tickled, a sweetly tempting sensation tingling all around my areola.
"You like it?" rasped Ryan's voice in my ear. I murmured soft agreement.
"Now pluck it a little, babe. Pluck it through the fabric, just like I do."
I giggled as I did; I could feel the little peak rapidly stiffening beneath the satin and lace, eagerly coming to attention.
"Is it hard?" Ryan asked, as if he could read my mind.
"Yeah," I said back. "How about you?"
"Still hard as a rock," he said.
"Are you playing with yourself?"
"Only a little."
"Well," I replied. "Pour a little lube into your palm and get started, why don't you?"
He chuckled softly. I heard the sound of the phone being carefully juggled as he complied.
"Oh," he marveled quietly. "This stuff is new, isn't it?"
"Warming Massage Oil for Him," I whispered back. "You like it?"
"I do," he said. "It makes me think of being in your mouth... all hot and wet..."
"Good," I said.
"Do you have some for yourself?" he asked.
"I don't think I'm going to need it," I said cryptically. "If you keep telling me just what to do, of course."
"How're your tits?"
"Good." I had both nipples at rapt attention, thrilling like little electric sparks when I gently squeezed them.
"Can you hold the phone against your shoulder?" he asked. I shifted myself, grabbing for a pillow to help me prop the tiny cell phone against me.
"Lick your fingers," he instructed. "Both hands—suck your first two fingers for me like you're sucking the head of my cock."
I did as he asked, moaning for him as I licked my fingertips, sucking them lasciviously for his enjoyment.
"Now play with your nipples," he said. "Slip the lace down and pinch those little pink babies hard."
I did—a thrillingly naughty burst of excitement shot through me, and I moaned a little louder. The ceiling fan beat lazily above me; the soft breeze of air blew cool across my wet fingers and the stiffened buds between them.
"Oh, Ry," I breathed. "It feels really good... how do you feel?"
"I'm doing okay," he said. "Going slow, taking my time with you."
"How's the lube working out for you?"
"Really nice," he said.
"It's too bad you're not here with me," I whispered. "I wish I could feel your cock in my hand right now... stroke your shaft slowly, squeezing it just a little until I got to the beautiful bulge of the head..."
"Oh, yeah," he said.
"Squeeze you a little harder, then," I said. "I love the way you feel in my palm... so hard I just have to have you inside of me."
"How wet are you?"
"Mm, almost soaked through my panties," I said.
"Still playing with your tits?"
"Pinch your nipples again for me," he commanded. "Squeeze your tits together like I've got my cock between them."
"Uhn," I murmured, closing my eyes as I obeyed. "Oh, Ry..."
"I want to suck those tits, Catie," he rasped in my ear. "Want to take those stiff little tips in my mouth and taste them, run my tongue all over them, and listen to how you moan.”
"I am moaning..."
"Time to get one of your toys, babe," he said.
"You know which one," he said. "Since you want my cock in your hands so much..."
He wanted me to use the Clone Your Boyfriend dildo I'd bought as an April Fool's Day prank. The kit came with a molding agent to create an identical replica of the model's cock and let you make your own, personal sex toy out of the man in your life. We'd laughed about it together...and then I'd discovered Ry really enjoyed the idea of me using his "stunt cock" to get off when he wasn't around.
I grabbed the phone again as I rolled over to reach into the bedside drawer, where I kept my personal goodies. The stunt cock sat right on top; I wondered to myself if Ryan had snuck it there before he left.
"I've got it," I said quietly as I rolled back, propping the phone with the pillow again.
"Still nice and wet?" he asked. I murmured an affirmative—by this time my panties were clinging to my cunt.
"Take off your G-string," he said. "But don't untie it... I want you to feel it sliding down your legs to your ankles."
I slipped it down under the sheets, making a soft sound of enjoyment to let him know I did. "It's off, Ryan."
"Run your fingers down your pussy," he whispered. "Tell me how wet you are."
I traced my fingertips along my outer labia as he instructed. My pussy had grown hot, opening up eagerly to be filled with a hard, demanding shaft. Already, an empty ache had started deep inside of me. When I finished running my fingers along the cleft, they came back slick.
"Lick them," Ryan said when he heard my appreciative sigh. I did, sucking them enthusiastically, tasting my arousal, and moaning for him as I did.
"Ryan," I said breathlessly, resting my wet fingers on my nipple again as I opened my eyes. "How are you doing?"
"Still going slow over here," he said. "Enjoying the sound of you playing with your pussy, baby...you naughty little thing."
"Go faster," I whispered to him. "Get a little more lube on your hand...and start pumping it nice and steady for me."
He complied, taking a moment to pour out a little more of the slick liquid on his rigid cock and then groaning as he took it firmly in his hand again.
"That’s how wet I am for you," I breathed heavily. "I'm so wet and hot, Ryan... I need your cock in me or I'm going to go fucking crazy."
"So then slide me into you."
I bent my knees and tilted my pelvis up a little, running the head of the stunt cock up and down my wet folds, pressing it lightly against the stiff bead of my clitoris before letting it slip down to the entrance of my cunt, pressing the tip of it into me. I caught my breath as it sent a quick thrill through my body, and Ryan muttered an encouraging little uh-huh in my ear.
"Am I in you?" he asked.
"Yes," I told him. "Just the tip—oh…"
"All the way in, Catie."
I obeyed, sliding the toy in deep, feeling it fill my eager, pleasantly aching pussy. I sighed loudly, arching my back as I repeated the motion, sliding it in and out again, leisurely allowing myself to savor each inch of my husband's wonderful cock, fucking me slow and steady.
"Do you like it?" he whispered.
"Fuck yeah..." I gasped. "I really do..."
"Naughty girl!" he said again, this time sounding a little breathless himself. "Fuck me a little harder. I'm not sure you're enjoying it quite as much as you could be."
I could hear him, definitely breathing heavily now, catching up with my rhythm as he pumped his own stiff hard-on, wet with the warm lube as I panted in his ear.
"Oh, Ry," I moaned.
"Are you feeling good, Catie?"
"Amazing," I gasped. It turned into a moan as I rocked my hips up, my pussy tightening around the rigid, gratifying shape of the cock in me.
"Where's your other hand?" he asked.
"On my breast," I said.
"Put it to some use," he said. "Play with your clit."
"What do you want me to do?" I asked. Each slow stroke of the stunt cock filled me with drunken pleasure—my heart thumped a little faster, my tits heaving as I rocked back and forth against my toy.
"Two fingers on your clit," he commanded. "Tap it. Rub it."
It sent a fresh wave of pleasure through my loins and I sighed happily.
"Oh, good girl," Ry said. Now I thought I could hear the quiet sounds of his own rhythm, much faster now as he guided me. I imagined the sight of his beautiful erection, tall and thick in his hands, the beautiful swell of his perfect head popping up enthusiastically from between his closed fingers again and again as he masturbated, the slick gleam of lube glistening on his smooth skin.
"Tease it in a little circle, Catie," he said, and I did. "Feel good, baby?"
"Yes," I whispered. "Feels so good..."
"I'm working my cock really hard for you," he said, and I could hear it in his voice.
"Are you going to come?" I gasped.
"Oh, yeah," he promised. "I can feel it all pent up... I'm going to fucking explode."
I shuddered, moaning long and loud, my pussy throbbing as I thrust the stunt cock harder, faster. Ryan must have recognized the sounds of my approaching orgasm because he stopped me suddenly.
"Slow down," he commanded. I whimpered at the very thought of delaying my rushing climax but I managed to steady my rhythm, sliding his cock in deeply and slowly, feeling my pussy tremble around its smooth contours, agonizing for more.
"Ryan, please," I begged him. "I want to come so badly!"
"Do you, Catie?"
"Say it again."
"I want to come!" I cried. "Please, Ryan, finish me?"
"Go ahead," he whispered furtively. "Go for it, baby."
In the background I could hear him, too, the sound of his pumping hectic and fast; I matched it with the toy, eagerly thrusting my hips to meet it, feeling it ignite the rapid sensation taking me to my peak.
"Come for me, Catie, baby," Ryan urged. "Let me hear it happen."
"Oh," I gasped. "I'm there—I'm there, Ry, I'm coming—oh!"
My climax crested, sudden and intense: it started deep in my core and shuddered outward, making my limbs quake as I lost control, my cunt seizing greedily around the cock deep inside of me. As I surrendered to the height of it I heard Ryan making urgent sounds of joy on his end of the phone as well, grunting heavily and then all at once moaning with me, his voice hitching once, twice as he came too—I smiled at the mental picture of cum spurting from between his fingers, running down his hand. The last of my tremors finally faded and I sighed happily into the phone.
"Ryan?" I murmured after long, lovely moments basking in the afterglow.
"I love you, hon."
"I love you too," he replied cheerfully.
"I'm really glad you called tonight."
"Aw, Catie," he chuckled happily, still panting as I heard him shift positions, getting comfortable in his bed.
"I'm really glad you wore the white babydoll."