A One-Sided Conversation

A short story by writer Sokol

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Hi Sweetie.

Oh, I'm doing well. How are you?

Aw, you're still in the office? That's no good.

Well, alright, but that's still a little much, don't you think? I mean, if the project is so important, they could assign someone to help you finish it, couldn't they? I'll talk to Jim about it.

No, I'll just go into the next room and speak to him.

Where am I? (Giggle) Where do you think I am?

Mm, guess again, sweetie.

Well, I was going to stay in tonight, but Jim called me up this afternoon, and when I told him that I was alone for the evening, he was nice enough to invite me out. Such a gentleman. We went for dinner-

Oh, just to that little Italian place down on the corner of fifty-first. We had dinner, and then he invited me back to his place-

I don't think anyone you know saw, honey. And really, what's the issue anyway? It isn't all that strange for a wife to go out with her husband's boss, now is it?

Well, we might have kissed a little. But you're making mountains out of molehills sweetie.

Now you're being paranoid. Look, I'm sure that if he assigned you extra work, it's because he thought it was important. Jim's a good man, you know that. He wouldn't just bottle you up at the office in order to spend an evening with your wife.

Yeah, he drove me. We may have made out a little more in his car.

What have we been getting up to together? Oh, we've just been hanging out at his place, that's all.

Well, what do think it means?

(Laughs) Maayybe!

What am I wearing? I went out in my little black number, you know, the one that you like, with the slit that shows off my legs. Oh, and those really tall strappy stilettos that you bought me for my birthday. I think that I'm finally getting used to walking in them.

Underneath? Well... I was wearing this naughty little number from Victoria's Secret, a black lace bra and thong set, with matching garter belt and stockings. I think Jim liked it.

Oh, hold on, I'll send you a pic.

No, I don't think you've seen it before.

Don't be a crybaby. I'll show it off for you later; what does it matter that your boss was the first to see me in new lingerie? You were the one you encouraged me to go out and look for some new outfits when we first decided to play around, remember?

Well, you never said that I couldn't do it with your boss. You're smart enough; you had to at least know that it was a possibility that your good-looking boss was the one that your wife might end up with.

Yes, I said good looking. So?

Oh, don't be like that. I'm not comparing you. Just because he's taller than you and spends much more time in the gym doesn't mean that I like him more. You're both wonderfully, just... in different ways.

Don't act so hurt. You're probably getting hard right now, imagining your petite little wife in the arms of your tall, handsome boss. How good it feels for me to be held in his strong arms as we kiss... hell, you're probably ready to wank to the thought right now, aren't you?

Mm-hm. I thought so.

What else? Well, we got back to his place, and he invited me to 'get a little more comfortable'. You know what that means, don't you? He went and poured us something to drink, and I waited for him. On his bed. In my underwear.

Of course I saw it, silly.

It's always the size question with you men. Yes, he was bigger than you, is that what you wanted to hear?

How much? I don't know; it's not like I was going to whip out a ruler. All I know is that I almost couldn't get my lips around it.

Well, I gave him a blowjob because he asked me to, sweetie. Just because I don't do it very often at home doesn't I never do it at all. Besides dear, you're so much better using your tongue than I am.

Don't worry. Jim took a video with his cellphone; I'll show it to you later. I think you'll like it. You'll get to see how I licked gently up his shaft, before taking the head between my soft, red lips, and bobbing up and down, as he guided me along on his cock, his hands brushing through my silky black hair...

(Laughs) No, I can't send it to you now. I don't want to overrun the data plan. You'll have to control your excitement until I get home.

Of course not. I got so excited, worshiping his cock, that I begged him to put it inside me. He grabbed me, and pulled me to the edge of the bed. I spread my legs wide for him, my hands holding my thighs, making sure to give him unimpeded access to my dripping, wet cunt. He teased me, resting the pulsing head of his cock on my clit, playing with the lips of my pussy – I must have had the most desperate expression on my face, as I begged him over and over again to ram it in to me. And then, slowly, he began to move...

That's just a myth, honey. I like all sorts of penises. It's not as though his giant cock is going stretch out my tight little cunt so far that I can't even feel your little guy anymore.

It was incredible. I had my legs wrapped around his back, as he leaned forward, kissing me, playing with my tits, slamming against me all the while. It was simply fantastic to have this raw, kinetic sex with someone who was so strong and well-endowed-

Oh, don't be like that. You don't have any reason to feel inferior, I promise, honey.

We kept it up like that until I came, screaming at the top of my lungs – I wonder if the neighbors heard... He gave me a second to catch my breath, and then he ordered me to get on all fours, 'ass up, face down'. He told me to reach back and guide him inside. You simply can't understand how erotic that moment was for me, to handle that magnificent tool of his...

No, we didn't get that part on video. Maybe next time, dear. We were both going at it full tilt. He had his hands on my hips, pounding away. I was clawing at the sheets, moaning his name, rocking back against him. He made me cum twice..., no, three times, before he finally blew his load inside me...

Oh, don't worry, it's a safe day.

He said that he's still good to go for round two. Isn't he stunning, sweetie? He suggested that maybe I should stay the night. But I told him that I've got to get home to you. Of course, if you're still in the office...

That's very nice of you to offer, dear. I was thinking the same thing.

I will. Try not to work too hard, okay? And try not to think about how much more fun your wife is going to have in the arms of your boss – you'll never get any work done. If you're good, I'll have a very special surprise for you when I get home...

I bet you will. Oh, here he comes now! Go to go, honey! I'll see you tomorrow! I love you!.

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