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Fucking Listen - Simon - 11-20-2025
Waiting.
The anticipation hangs over me like a cloud but my ears are buzzing with excitement. How am I going to feel? So many things are flashing through my head.
Why hasn’t she called yet? We said seven and it is nearer quarter past. My sexual fantasy—our fantasy—is about to become a reality.
It started as dirty talk in the bedroom. But in a moment it will be played out for me to hear. Tonight my adoring, admirable hotwife will be fucked by another man while I listen.
I am sitting by the drinks cabinet in the living room, staring at my mobile. A neat scotch at hand.
Suddenly Lionel Richie chirps out from the phone, Hello, is it me you’re looking for?
Yeah, my ringtone. I know it’s her and it’s time. Still, my heart jumps just a little, like in those heady early days of our relationship.
When I click accept her voice comes through in a whisper,
“He’s here. Just pouring himself a glass of wine.”
“Are you OK? Sure you want to go through with this Tina? You sound nervous.”
I had to ask. I’m feeling responsible now it’s really about to happen. And, I will admit, a little nervous too.
I wonder what this stud looks like in real life. We both saw his photo when we were, you know… choosing him. He looked handsome, I suppose. Tina liked him. That was obviously important. I don’t have to fuck him. I’m not being flippant but once she got into the whole idea it was literally full steam ahead. However, knowing we agreed at every stage isn’t stopping me feeling shaky. I wasn’t expecting that. I’d been so confident with the decision to expand our sex life.
“Huh, now he is touching my leg.”
Oh my, I can hear her breathing. She’s getting excited. I know her so well. It must be the anticipation. I could stop this. I’m certain. Ask her to come home into my arms. I’m sure she would if I wanted her to. Wouldn’t she? We are in love, after all. I’m not just the voyeur listening in.
I’m trying to picture them in the hotel room. I know what she’s wearing. We went out together and chose her outfit. Settled upon a gorgeous figure-hugging black dress. A glittery little number that shows her curves off to perfection. The rest was her standard fuck-me accessories. She always wears hold-ups and heels when going out. Such a hot babe. My work colleagues at the plant can’t believe her. Every time I take her to the social their tongues are practically hanging out their mouths.
So now he is touching her gorgeous long legs. I bet his dick is getting hard already. Mine is, just knowing how her thighs look with that lacy stocking band gripping at the flesh.
“Tina, don’t leave me out, what’s happening? Tell me.”
“His hand is sliding slowly up,
and up… and up…
it makes me shiver already
mmm… uh… my god… very firm hand
I like it… and I let him do it…”
The urgency in her voice tells me there is now no turning back.
“…and I let him slide those fingers right up to my pussy… oh my god I’m wet already…
he’s gonna finger me.”
Yep, if my cock wasn’t stiff before it is now—rock-hard in my pants. The thought of him touching my woman is hot. Even though, I’m still feeling a little mixed about it. She has to be enjoying this attention—hell, that’s the whole point. Sounds like she is. If Tina’s feeling hot, I am too. I love her getting off. And the mere fact that a guy, a stranger I have never met, is at this very moment pawing her, myownwife—it’s just mind-blowing.
Yet. Yet at the same time, I want to lash out and tell him to get his frigging hands off her. But instead I just fucking listen.
We’ve been happily married for eight years. Always faithful to each other and yes, we have a great sex life. About six months ago our friends, Rob and Sarah, came round to dinner. While the girls were making gin cocktails Rob took me aside, winking, and spilled out the story of a hot scene the pair of them had recently become involved in. Cuckolding, he explained. Another man—some guy they found online—has sex with his wife, while Rob watches. It’s the hottest thing they’ve ever done and he loves it. Likes to jerk off just as Sarah climaxes riding the other guy’s cock. A free-for-all orgasm.
And as I listened I could feel myself heating up. I loosened my collar and asked a few questions. In a flash, I could really see how this could work for me—for us. Tina has always been a bit of a trophy wife. I was punching above my weight when we’d married, everybody knew. I love to watch men ogling her. Knowing she’s mine and will do anything for me. Mine to have and to hold. Or to give.
Of course, the reason Tina would do anything for me is she truly loves me. So, at first, I was unsure if she would actually want another man to fuck her, even at my request.
For days it was all I could think about. Then I started bringing it into our sex life. Talking dirty as I pumped her pussy. Telling her I was watching in the corner while a stranger took her—and fucking her hard. She really got into the role play, asking if I was wanking while she was being taken. We’d both have the most intense orgasms, screaming, and lay back giggling, holding each other. But would Tina enjoy it so much if it was more than just a fantasy? I knew I would have to box clever to coax her onside.
I called Rob and enlisted his help. The plan was to encourage Sarah to talk to Tina and tell her all about it. Apparently, Sarah was a natural and had really bought into the whole hot wife scenario.
And that is precisely what happened. Sarah was very open, very honest. Told Tina how this was not something that was about to rip their relationship apart—in fact, it had brought she and Rob closer, stronger as a couple. Their sex together had got even better.
It was after that conversation that Tina first suggested trying it for real. Being a hot wife. She tackled the subject with me, actually thinking it was her own idea.
“If you don’t want me to, that’s fine. But we are always so honest with each other, I had to say.”
At that moment I had to stop myself smiling and punching the air. Instead, I went along with her and replied,
“I see. You want to do it for real? Okay. Let me think about that, Tee.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. She really wanted to go that one step further, like Sarah. I was made up that in the end, it had been her own suggestion. I’d merely planted the seed.
However, now I had the opportunity to go ahead, I realised I had to behave responsibly. To me, Tina is a bit of a princess. I treat her like one and want her to have it all—anything, and the best she can get. The idea of some stranger fucking her would send my cock to bursting point every time. But she had to understand what she was getting into.
A few weeks passed as we discussed it further. Tina said she was really excited about the prospect even if her tummy was churning a little at the notion. But that was to be expected, having never done anything like this before. Her main worry was how she might feel having me in the room, watching. Would she feel she had to please me, rather than enjoying the experience herself?
That was when I suggested we let the phone connect us instead. I would be able to hear whatever was happening. She promised to let me be with her every touch of the way, so to speak. It would still be a shared experience, to enjoy in our respective ways.
So we agreed to try it for our anniversary.
But now waiting to hear what she’s going to say next is making my heart beat a little faster. I’m slightly anxious. I’ve kept her gorgeous body to myself. It was always me driving her pleasure. I adored doing that and right now, at this moment, someone else is holding the wheel.
“My god so wet,” she purrs down the phone.
He must be fingering her pussy. Tina is tight—really tight, and silky—completely bald, or occasionally just a snip of hair down the front, a strip pointing the way to her heat.
“I’m coming so fast!”
With that in mind, I can’t hold back and drop onto the sofa, phone in one hand. With the other, I tug at my belt and flies. My cock springs free, swollen and ready. If Tina was here, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. At this point, her lips would bind around my shaft and she’d massage it while I held her head in place. Pulling her hair. She likes that. Does he know what she likes?
I think he must by now—I can hear them moaning, gasping. She’s coming—for him. I squeeze my balls and press my ear to the phone to savour her familiar moans and whimpers.
This is agonising. Maybe I should have insisted that I watch. Next time I must. She could be cuddling into his chest. Maybe he’s kissing her. I wouldn’t like that. Kissing is intimate, a special thing. Fuck me, what are they doing? I’m desperate to know.
“Tina, what’s happening now?” A little crazed, I practically shout at the phone.
“I can feel his hard cock—I wanna fuck him.”
I took a deep breath…
“I wanna feel your cock inside me, much bigger than my husband’s. I wonder how it would feel inside me…”
Fuck! She’s forgotten about me! she’s talking to him now. Damn, I hadn’t thought this bit through. Maybe she won’t be satisfied with my cock now? I’m not a jealous guy. I have never worried about the size of my dick and never had a complaint from past lovers. Quite the opposite actually. Come on—get a grip. I push the hair back from my forehead, feeling a little clammy and warm. Of course, he is bigger. It’s his bloody job to be bigger.
When I told Rob we were going try this too he recommended a male escort company. We didn’t want it to be someone we knew. Or anyone we just met who fancied her. For me, this really mattered.
I know he will rate her. He’s a lucky fucker. My wife is gorgeous and so sexy, with or without make-up. Or clothes. My mates from the pub always joke with me saying—oh Mike has such a hot wife and laugh. Well, now she really is that hot wife.
“He’s fucking me, it feels so fucking good.
Yes, ah, mmm… really deep, hard inside me… ah
oh my god… yes… this feels good.”
I picture him driving himself into her pussy and start to stroke my length, slowly.
Then I hear her talking quietly to him. Is she trying to share a moment without me?
“Almost better than my husband…”
The noise tells me they are fucking like animals now. So involved in what they are doing, in their lust, they couldn’t stop if their lives depended on it.
She said almost better—OK I can deal with that.
I check my reflection in the sitting room mirror. My cock looks great from this angle. Balls firm. Looking ahead and listening to the phone I tug my skin forward and back. Imagining him loving her pussy. Her pussy is my pussy, my cunt. She hates me using that word.
Now she’s talking to me again,
“Gonna ride him…”
I can picture it. Groaning, I tighten the hold on the base of my dick. She’s fantastic at cowgirl. She slowly lowers herself and throws her arms in the air, mouth open, little titties bouncing as she takes what she needs.
There’s pre-cum on my the tip of my cock. Shining in the light streaming through the window. It’s only seven pm and my wife is fucking another man. I’m feeling better now. Cool and in control. My wife is a dirty bitch and I love it.
“Oh my god, my legs are fucking shaking.”
He must be pumping like an engine for her legs to shake. She’s fit—goes to the gym four times a week. Her legs are lean and strong. Great thigh muscles that can grip like crazy. I can hear them both now, frantic breathing, his cock filling her wanton cunt. She must be dripping. Her juices running along his shaft. What a slut she can be, I know, loving every dirty second of this, for him, for herself, for me.
Now I jerk my cock and then angle it down. The throbbing reflection stares back.
“I didn’t expect this to be so good, aaah—oh yes I’m still riding him.”
How much longer must I fucking listen? I am about to explode. My knob is so defined the skin can’t pass over the ridge. Balls so tight I can hardly see them in the mirror.
“Now I’m gonna suck him, suck my pussy juice off his cock, feel this big hard dick deep inside my mouth…”
No—I can hardly believe it, after all that fucking she is going to give him a blow job! I’m wishing I could see his cock entering her mouth. I can bloody hear it—she was never the quietest of lovers that’s for sure. It sounds like he is almost gagging her. Go on mate, take all she has to offer—use her.
“I love my husband—haha! Yes!”
I should bloody think so.
“Uh! He’s in me—he’s rubbing my butthole, yeah, that’s right! Ah! Ah… no, you never did that to me.
Frig my tight… little… butt-hole while I’m riding him deep inside my…”
Damn, I can hardly bear to hear this. I’ve always wanted to fuck her arse. I mentioned it to her before but she never seems that keen. Maybe things will change after tonight.
I close my eyes, my hand returns to my dick. Jerking gently now, so as not to come too soon, and in my mind I watch my cock inching into her tight arsehole. Pushing slowly, deliberately, as she relaxes and takes all my hardness.
“Fuck me like my husband never fucked before.”
Ah, the licentious tart. I begin to come. I am fucking that cute little arse of hers and spurt all over my shirt. My head falling back onto the sofa cushion. I’m spent. That was exhausting. Then I hear her…
“I’m absolutely covered in come—all… over… my tits—aah.
“I’ll see you soon at home darling.”
And I can’t wait to see her when she walks in—the hottest wife a guy ever had.