Phone Sex

I was woken by the ring of my mobile which was on the table next to the bed, I looked at the alarm clock, its’ red display was telling me it was forty-five past two in the morning. I looked at the phone, it was the wife calling. She was out for the evening with a couple of friends, all the same type, happy when being wined dined danced, and fucked but not always in that order. However, two of the three had settled down a little (my wife included, I thought) and lived for the occasional night out talking about the old times, etcetera. I answered the phone and the wife shouted at me, telling me her card had been refused when the three had decided to pay up at the closing of the bar, and I needed to talk to the bar manager. Without further words from her, a man’s voice, calm and professional, almanbahis şikayet asked if I would pay over the phone, a third of the drinks – dinner bill. I could not say no without seeming petty, so I reached for my wallet and reeled off the sixteen-digit number and the other usual stuff. It was a heavy night even for these three, over £300 just her share.While I waited for the card to be authorised, I overheard my wife talking to her friend about needing the toilet before they got a cab back. Her friend agreed. The club, I assumed was getting empty, as I knew it closed up at two. The bar manager eventually told me the card had been authorised and handed back the phone to the wife. With, “thanks and I’ll be home soon from the wife,” I put the phone down expecting the connection to almanbahis canlı casino be lost. However, I could still hear everything, she must just put the phone in her bag without closing the connection.  I put the phone onto speaker and thought about recording it, to embarrass her at some time in the future. The conversation between the two girls on the way to the toilet was drunk typical, one guy, in particular, seemed to be the favourite topic, who apparently had shown how big his cock might have been when my wife had ground her arse into his crotch during one of the many dances, however, it appeared that he had eventually gone off with someone else. (lucky me).   The girls were in the bathroom, having navigated a flight of stairs, no mean feat in the heels and the condition almanbahis casino they were in, I heard the wife open a bathroom door, bag drop the floor the and then sent a stream of piss into the bowl, all the while talking to her friend who, I assume was either doing the same thing or standing in the stall waiting for the wife to finish. I must have had a micro sleep, you know when you just can’t stay awake, because next, I heard the four voices. Two males had joined the girls in the toilet, my wife was talking over the male voices in a, don’t tell me what to do voice (one I hear a lot) telling them that her friend was still in the toilet and hadn’t finished and even though security needed to clear the building (I assumed that’s who these guys were) a few minutes would not make any difference. At that, the security decided that there was no point in arguing and started to chat to my wife about her evening. After some social banter which included the story about the dances, one of the guys suggested that my wife could show her the moves.