Tom was preparing for bed when his phone rang.
“Tom, it's Cathy, thinking about my first lesson in the kinkier side of our relationship. Can we make it tomorrow evening at my house, before I lose my nerve? Still on a high from earlier, never knew sex could be that good,” Cathy's voice sounded like a fine wine to Tom, he could listen all night to the woman who, an hour ago lay in his bed.
“Be there at eight my lover, horny and ready to go. Hopefully, if all goes well, we will be in for some group fun at the weekend. Just with one couple, sort of a nice soft introduction. So we need to get you comfortable by then,” Tom replied as he stroked his hardening cock. “Just had a thought, if you are interested. Have you ever had phone sex?”
“Phone sex? What, am I pushing a phone up my pussy,” Cathy said with a laugh.
“No, silly goose, we talk dirty to each other and wank off, if you fancy that. My cock is perking up again if your pussy is up to it,” Tom explained.
“Why not, you have already brought me off tonight, so let's make a night of it. Give me an hour to shower, sort myself out, and get to bed."
As he put the phone down Tom smiled. His night-time wank was going to be much better. Tonight. It had been ages since he'd had phone sex. The last time was with his late wife Sandra lying beside him. They had both masturbated themselves while listening to another couple – they had never met them – doing the same on their bed. Maybe Cathy and I can do that sometime soon. Why not, he thought. He was determined his new sex partner was going to be introduced to every kind of sexual depravity possible.
Cathy, for her part, was still sexually buzzing from her evening with Tom. As she showered it was all she could do to not spray the hot water on her clit, as was her normal practice. She was excited at the thought of the new experience that awaited her on her phone.
She had been lying naked on her bed for about ten minutes when her phone rang.
“You ready babe?” Tom’s voice was soft and comforting.
“Yes lover, ready and waiting, Cathy answered breathlessly.
“Good girl, put your phone on speaker and relax. I assume, like me, you are naked.”
Yes Tom, naked, warm and incredibly horny.”
“Then lay there, rub your sweet clit, finger your cunt. I will wank slowly. Tell you about the swingers group, and make us cum together.”
Cathy closed her eyes and listened to the firm, cultured voice coming from her phone. A voice she had known for ten years, but only biblically for under two days. One that was about to give her the new experience of joint masturbation.
“Now Cathy, just relax and listen to my voice, I am taking you to a world outside your experience. A world of sexual freedom, where the rules of our puritan society are consigned to the past, where they belong.”
“You are going to feel the wonderful touch of a female tongue licking your clit. The joys of eating another cunt, tasting her juices, hearing her cry out in orgasm.”
“You will know the feeling of two hard cocks deep in your body, both thrusting, both pouring their hot spunk into your willing body. Enjoy the sight of other couples fucking on the same bed as you.”
“Oh Tom, that is so good, I can picture everything, I want it all, every last thing. I am close to cumming, please take me over the top,” Cathy gasped.
Tom could envisage the woman he was verbally masturbating. She would, by now, be getting close, her breasts would be shaking, her belly heaving, as her fingers invaded her clit and cunt. He himself was close, the drops of precum already forming on his cock head.
He could hear the sound of her loud breathing, and her groans of arousal. He knew the time had come for them both to release the tension, the time for them to cum.
His voice changed from soothing to commanding, the words of love to lust. “Now! Rub that clit, finger your dripping cunt. Cum with me, cum now, let it go, fuck yourself. Think of my spunk flying. Cum!”
As Cathy listened to the commands, her lust bubbled over. Her fingers became a blur as she rubbed her swollen clit, and felt the juices pour from her pulsing cunt.
“Yes! Yes! Fucking cumming now!” she screamed.
Hearing her was enough for Tom’s spunk to jet from his cock and splatter his chest. With a loud grunt of satisfaction, he lay still and allowed his breathing to return to normal.
The phone was silent for almost a minute before Tom spoke. “Goodnight my love, sleep well. Tomorrow we will move together into uncharted waters. Together we cross the Rubicon, and you will love it.”
“Goodnight, sweet man, until tomorrow evening.” Cathy's sleepy voice sounded in Tom's ear.
Cathy's heart skipped a beat when, the following evening, Tom rang her bell. No words were needed as she opened the door and ushered him into the lounge. Then turning to him, she draped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply.
“Welcome lover, welcome to my home, my bed, my body,” she whispered as their lips parted. “Give me five minutes, then follow me,” Cathy let go of him and went into her bedroom.
As Tom entered the bedroom it took his eyes a few seconds to adjust to the light, or rather the lack of it. Cathy had pulled the curtains, and the room was lit by two bedside lights.
“Hope there is enough light for you Tom. Just seemed right somehow, sort of more seductive because I am hoping seduction is on your mind,” Cathy said smiling.
Tom smiled as he studied the naked woman on the bed, a tigress secure in her own domain. One who could turn from a gentle kitten to a jungle beast in a second. One who was, he hoped, going to be his ticket back into the swingers group he and his wife, Sandra, had belonged to before her death some months before.
The woman lying before him now was younger, a forty-five-year-old divorcee, with a full figure, short blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. Her sharply full breasts were topped with large, hard nipples. He thought back to the previous evening when his skilled fingers had traced small circles over them, making them grow even harder, a technique he intended to employ again many times.
“What's that?” Cathy said as she saw him place a small tube on one of the bedside tables.
Tom smiled, “Anal lube, my love. Remember the object of tonight is to pop your anal cherry.”
Sliding out of his clothes, Tom said, “But first let me kiss and cuddle you. You need the loving touch of a man to warm you up.”
Cathy smiled up at the man undressing beside the bed. He seemed far younger than his sixty years. He was trim and in good shape, his salt and pepper hair only added to his sex appeal.
“Come to me lover, teach me, train me, mould me. I am yours,” Cathy purred and lay back, arms above her head in submission.