It had been two weeks since their night with Ashley.
Lisa couldn’t stop thinking about it , the heat, the thrill, the way another woman’s voice had slid into the room like silk and guided her to climax while Steve moved inside her.
Now, she was ready for more… just not in person. Not yet.
But she wanted to be pushed.
They poured wine again. Sat close, bodies touching. Lisa’s lace robe already slipping from one shoulder. Steve looked at her the way he always did when she was flushed with anticipation , like he couldn’t believe he got to fuck his wife and share her fantasies.
He opened the Phone Sex Chatline app.
“Same setup?” he asked.
Lisa smiled, then paused. “Let’s try something different. I want someone more… in charge this time.”
Steve raised an eyebrow but grinned. “You want to be told what to do?”
Lisa bit her lip. “Maybe.”
He selected “dominant female” from the filter options and waited.
It didn’t take long.
A voice came through , low, steady, smooth as whiskey and twice as dangerous.
“This is Rebecca. Who am I commanding tonight?”
Lisa swallowed hard. Steve looked at her and whispered, “You okay?”
Lisa’s breath hitched. “Perfect.”
Steve answered. “We’re Steve and Lisa. Married. Just… looking to explore.”
Rebecca chuckled. It wasn’t warm , it was deliciously confident.
“I love married couples. One of you follows. One of you leads. And I always know which is which.”
Lisa shivered.
Rebecca’s tone dropped, firm. “Lisa. Say hello.”
Lisa blinked. “Hi…”
“That wasn’t a greeting. That was hesitation. Say hello like you want me.”
Lisa’s thighs clenched. “Hello, Rebecca.”
“Mmm. There she is.”
Rebecca’s voice slithered into their ears. “Steve, is your wife wet yet?”
He glanced at Lisa , her robe had slid open, her nipples hard beneath the lace.
“She’s getting there.”
“Not fast enough,” Rebecca said. “Lisa. Take off the robe. Slowly. Let Steve watch. No touching yet.”
Lisa obeyed. Her fingers moved slowly, slipping the robe down her arms, revealing her full breasts, bare stomach, and that familiar ache between her thighs.
“Good girl,” Rebecca purred. “Now climb into his lap, facing him. Straddle him, but don’t let his cock touch your pussy. Tease. Only tease.”
Lisa settled onto Steve, grinding her hips just enough to make them both groan.
Rebecca heard it.
“Don’t you dare let him slide inside. I’ll know if you do.”
Steve growled. “You’re going to drive us crazy.”
Rebecca laughed. “That’s the point. Now, Lisa , kiss him. But no tongue. You’re going to make me the center of this fantasy. Not each other.”
Lisa leaned in. Her lips met Steve’s , soft, open, but restrained. The tension was unbearable.
Rebecca’s voice came again, firmer. “Steve. I want you to pinch her nipples. Hard.”
He obeyed. Lisa gasped, arching.
“Again.”
Another pinch. Lisa whimpered.
“Now slap her thigh. Just enough to make it sting.”
Steve’s hand cracked lightly against her inner thigh. She cried out.
“Good boy,” Rebecca murmured. “Now Lisa , talk to me.”
Lisa’s voice trembled. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to beg. Beg me to let you fuck your husband.”
Lisa moaned, grinding harder. “Please, Rebecca. I need him. I need his cock inside me.”
“I’m not convinced. Tell me what you’ll do for me if I let you come.”
Lisa swallowed. “Anything.”
Rebecca’s breath caught. “Say it again.”
“Anything.”
“Mmm. Then fuck him.”
Steve didn’t wait , he grabbed Lisa’s ass and guided her down onto him. She cried out as he filled her, slick and desperate.
“Ride him,” Rebecca commanded. “Bounce on his cock. Make me hear how good it is.”
Lisa obeyed, fucking her husband while a stranger’s voice wrapped around her mind. Rebecca moaned into the receiver, fingers working between her legs.
“You look so good in my head, Lisa. Riding him. Eyes on me. Moaning for me.”
Lisa cried out, hips slapping down against Steve, her orgasm building fast under Rebecca’s control.
“Don’t stop,” Rebecca growled. “You don’t come until I say. Hold it. Clench around him. Ride the edge.”
Lisa whimpered. “I can’t, please,”
“You can. And you will.”
Steve’s fingers dug into her hips. He was close too, trembling under her.
“Rebecca,” Lisa sobbed. “Please let me come!”
“Come,” Rebecca commanded. “Now. Soak his cock. Scream my name.”
Lisa exploded, body jerking, voice cracking, gasping Rebecca like it was a prayer. Steve followed seconds later, groaning loud, gripping her tightly as he spilled inside her.
On the line, Rebecca moaned, soft and satisfied. “Good pets. You did exactly what I wanted.”
Lisa collapsed against Steve, shaking, her breath ragged. He kissed her temple.
Rebecca’s voice turned sweet. Dangerous. “Next time… I make him obey.”
Lisa shivered.
“Oh fuck,” she whispered. “We’re not ready for you.”
Rebecca chuckled.
“You will be.”