It started as curiosity.
Jack and Lacey were stretched out on their king-size bed, sharing a bottle of red wine and half-joking about what it would be like to swing , just once. Just to try it.
But they weren’t ready for a club, or a real-life meet-up. Lacey had floated the idea first, her voice laced with flirtation: “What if we found another couple to talk to? Nothing physical. Just… voices.”
Jack had grinned, leaned over to kiss her shoulder, and dialed the Phone Sex Chatline.
A few voice intros. A few singles finally got the voice greeting from another couple.
They waited, giggling like they were teenagers again, the thrill of the unknown pulsing between them.
The line clicked.
Then another voice. Warm. Confident.
“Hey there,” a man said. “I’m Paul. This is Ashley.”
Jack smiled. “Jack and Lacey here.”
“Oh wow,” Ashley chimed in. “Hi! You two sound hot already.”
Lacey laughed. “We were just saying the same.”
The line went quiet for a second, that loaded silence that happens right before something real starts.
Then Paul’s voice, low and playful: “So… what exactly are we doing here tonight?”
Jack answered, hand already drifting toward Lacey’s thigh. “We’re curious. Open. We thought maybe… a little audio foursome?”
Ashley gasped softly. “Oh Fuck, yes. That sounds so hot.”
Lacey’s voice was a whisper. “None of us have to do anything we’re not comfortable with.”
“Of course,” Paul said. “This is all about fun.”
A pause. Then Lacey’s voice, a little bolder: “Why don’t we each say what we’re wearing?”
Ashley jumped in. “Okay. I’ve got on this sheer black nightie. No bra. Just a thong. And Paul?”
“I’m shirtless,” Paul said, chuckling. “Just boxers. Ashley made me strip before the call.”
Jack smirked. “Lacey’s in one of my button-downs. Nothing under it.”
“Jack,” Lacey teased, “you’re not supposed to tell them everything.”
“Oh no,” Ashley purred. “We love the details.”
Jack’s hand slid between Lacey’s legs, feeling the heat already building there. Her soft gasp let everyone on the line know what was happening.
“You touching her already?” Paul asked.
“I couldn’t help it.”
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Ashley breathed. “Paul, get the lube. I want to hear you stroking.”
The next few seconds were filled with breathy sounds, zippers, shifting bodies, little moans. It felt intimate, electric, like the four of them were inches apart instead of miles.
Lacey’s voice trembled. “I want to hear you, Ashley. Tell me what you’re doing.”
Ashley moaned softly. “I’ve got my fingers between my thighs. Rubbing slowly. Imagining your husband fucking me while Paul eats you out.”
Jack groaned.
Paul’s voice was husky. “I’m pumping my cock, slow and steady. Watching her play with herself. Thinking about all four of us tangled in bed.”
“Lacey,” Ashley whispered. “Is Jack fingering you?”
Lacey moaned. “He’s got two fingers inside me. Rubbing that spot just right.”
“Wow, yes,” Paul growled. “Keep talking.”
The rhythm built, each voice feeding the others. Lacey’s moans urged Ashley on. Paul’s breathy groans pushed Jack deeper. It became a loop, one couple’s heat stoking the others, until all four were lost in shared desire.
Jack’s voice turned thick. “I want to bend Lacey over the bed. Watch Paul do the same to Ashley. Fuck you side by side.”
Lacey gasped. “Yes… yes, please.”
Ashley’s moan cracked. “Paul, fuck me. I want to imagine them watching.”
There was a shuffle on the line, then a deep groan from Paul. “She’s so wet. I’m inside her now.”
Ashley moaned, loud and desperate. “Oh Fuck. Yes. Harder.”
Jack flipped Lacey onto her hands and knees. “You ready, baby?”
She nodded, even though no one could see, and whimpered as he slid into her from behind.
“Jack’s inside me,” she said. “Deep. Fuck, I love this.”
The room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, wet heat, and whispered filth from four separate mouths all tangled together in fantasy.
Paul’s voice was ragged. “Ashley’s so fucking tight. She’s gripping me like she never wants me to leave.”
Ashley moaned. “Lacey, how does it feel?”
Lacey gasped as Jack slammed into her. “Perfect. Full. I wish you were next to me so I could kiss you.”
“Oh fuck,” Ashley breathed. “That just made me come. I’m coming, Paul, fuck,”
Her cries echoed through the phone, sending a jolt through the other three.
Lacey clenched around Jack. “I’m close, oh Yes, Jack, keep going,”
Jack didn’t stop. He thrust harder, deeper, gripping her hips, focused only on the sound of her moans and the way Ashley had come apart just seconds ago.
Paul groaned. “Ashley’s soaking me. Jesus. I’m almost there.”
“Do it,” Jack said. “Let’s finish together.”
And like some synchronized, dirty dream, they did.
Paul’s voice cracked as he came, Ashley whimpering through aftershocks. Jack growled deep, emptying himself inside Lacey, who collapsed forward, shaking with her second orgasm.
For a moment, none of them spoke, just breathing soft laughter, and that delicious thrum of satisfaction.
“Wow,” Lacey finally said. “That was…”
“Amazing,” Ashley finished.
Paul chuckled. “Best phone call I’ve ever had.”
Jack laughed, wiping sweat from his brow. “Same time next week?”
Ashley giggled. “Count on it.”