Lisa lay on the bed, legs tucked under her, a glass of wine balanced between her fingers. The glow of the lamp lit her face in soft gold. Her eyes were calm, curious , but there was tension behind them, like she wasn’t sure if she was about to dive in or run.
Steve sat across from her, phone in his hand. Shirtless. Patient.
“You sure?” he asked again.
Lisa took a sip. “I’m not ready to meet anyone. But…” Her voice dipped, like she was tasting the idea as she said it. “Talking? Hearing someone? That could be… hot.”
Steve smiled. “Then let’s try it.”
He dialed.
The greeting from Phone Sex Chatline was almost cheerful , smooth voices, easy prompts, an invitation into a world of dirty secrets without names or expectations. Steve made a quick profile, added Lisa’s preferences, female only, playful, open to couples.
Then they waited.
Two minutes in, a voice slid through the phone like silk.
“Hi… I’m Ashley.”
Lisa’s eyes lit up. Her voice was husky when she said, “Hi, Ashley. I’m Lisa, and this is my husband, Steve.”
“Ooh,” Ashley purred. “I like couples. You two sound sexy already.”
Lisa grinned at Steve, biting her bottom lip. The way Ashley said “you two” felt intimate. Safe, but electric.
Ashley’s voice came through again. “So what are we doing tonight? A little fantasy sharing?”
Lisa’s cheeks flushed. “Maybe more than that.”
Ashley’s laugh was low, confident. “Tell me what you’re wearing, Lisa.”
Lisa looked down at her camisole and boyshorts. “Lace. Soft. Not much.”
“Are you wet yet?”
Lisa looked at Steve, her eyes hooded. “Getting there.”
Ashley moaned softly. “Fuck, I wish I were there to see you.”
“Tell us what you’re wearing,” Steve said, sliding his hand onto Lisa’s thigh.
“Mm, nothing,” Ashley said. “I was already touching myself before you two called. Something about the idea of married lovers looking for a third? Gets me soaked.”
Lisa inhaled sharply. “You’re already touching yourself?”
“Uh-huh. Fingers between my thighs. Slow circles. Thinking about you watching me.”
Lisa leaned into Steve’s shoulder, her voice dreamy. “Tell me exactly what you’d do if you were here.”
Ashley didn’t hesitate.
“I’d kiss you first, Lisa. Long, soft. Make you gasp. I’d slide my hands up your thighs, tug those cute little panties down, and taste you slow. While Steve watched. Maybe while he stroked himself.”
Steve groaned, his cock thickening under his boxers.
Lisa reached down, pulling Steve’s waistband down just enough to free him. Her hand wrapped around him, stroking lazily.
Ashley moaned into the phone. “Is he hard already?”
Lisa’s voice was breathy. “So hard.”
“ I want to hear you both,” Ashley said. “I want to listen while he fucks you. I want to come with you.”
Steve kissed Lisa’s neck, whispering, “Lie back, baby.”
She did. Slowly. Stretching out like she wanted to be unwrapped. Steve moved over her, kissing her deeply as Ashley’s voice purred through the speaker like a third body in the room.
“I’m sliding two fingers inside,” Ashley whispered. “My clit’s so swollen. I want to feel what you feel, Lisa. Every thrust. Every moan.”
Steve pushed inside his wife, slow and deep.
Lisa gasped. “Oh Wow…”
Ashley whimpered. “Yes. Just like that.”
Steve thrust, slow and strong. Lisa’s fingers dug into his back.
Lisa locked eyes with him. “Talk to her.”
He looked at the phone, voice low and ragged. “Ashley, you hear that? You hear my cock stretching her open?”
“Mm-hmm,” Ashley moaned. “I’m rubbing my clit. You two sound so good. Fuck her harder. I want to hear her scream.”
Steve growled and slammed into Lisa harder. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the bedroom, wet and wild. Lisa cried out, nails dragging down his back.
“I want your mouth on me,” Lisa said to the phone, moaning.
Ashley moaned back. “I’d suck your clit while Steve fucked you. Hold your thighs open. Kiss your pussy after he pulls out.”
Lisa writhed under Steve. Her body was slick with sweat. Her hips snapped up to meet every thrust.
“I’m so close,” she gasped.
“Me too,” Ashley whispered. “I’m rubbing fast. My pussy’s dripping. You’ve got me so close.”
Steve gritted his teeth. “Come for us, Ashley. Come with Lisa.”
Lisa screamed. Her orgasm ripped through her, hot and violent. Her legs shook around Steve’s waist.
On the phone, Ashley gasped, moaned, and cried out.
“I’m coming! Oh fuck, oh my yes,”
Lisa lay panting beneath Steve. Her skin flushed, her body quivering.
Ashley’s voice came through, soft and shaky. “That was… unreal.”
Steve laughed gently, sliding out and lying beside his wife. “Still with us?”
“Barely,” Ashley whispered. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done over the phone.”
Lisa reached for the phone with shaky fingers. “You made it feel real. Thank you.”
Ashley laughed softly. “You made me feel like I was right there.”
There was a pause , comfortable now. Just breathing, slow and content.
Ashley spoke again. “So… same time next week?”
Lisa looked at Steve and grinned.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “Let’s make this a regular thing.