At 34 he knew he should be in bed spooning with his wife of ten years.
But tonight, like so many nights, the thought of her warm curvy sleepy body did nothing to offset the need to follow his curiosity with the women who like to stay up late in the chat rooms.
Never one for typing, these weren't the web chat rooms but the premium phone lines. And though he was having hell hiding the bills, it was worth it!
Making an illicit connection with a stranger and seeing what transpired was becoming a hard habit to break.
It only happened every now and then, but when it did it was worth every guilty hidden penny. And tonight was one of those nights.
She was 27. Living in Fulham, in SW London and had already cum once on the other end of the phone. Arthur was only average looking but his way with words was as strong as his drive to make strangers cum in the middle of the night!
In only 20 minutes of traded messages, he'd already learnt that Sheena was an accountant. Her boyfriend was away in the states on business. And that she had, in her own words, had her hands down her knickers all day. The lack of her man in her bed this past week had sent her searching the phone lines and Arthur knew he wasn't the first person to have made her cum on the phone today.
She'd been very, very eager.
Sometimes he did most of the talking and just listened to her breathing deepen and then the sense of rising tension and the sighs and cries of a woman he'd met only minutes earlier, thrilled him as he listened to her cum deep and hard in his ear.
He was hooked.
Tonight Sheena had taken a while to get off. They had started discussing her body. He knew that she was slim with smaller breasts than she'd like but with nipples that were almost always hard; usually restricting her choice of tops for work as they so often gave her away, revealing too much of her frustrated arousal.
He'd had her pulling gently on them while he talked her through how she should be stroking her clit and opening the folds of her cunt to prepare herself for his verbal assault.
He asked her to stand and open the curtains of her apartment. To press her nipples against the cold glass and slide a finger inside herself while she pushed hard against the window.
He got her to describe what she could see out of the window, to turn an extra light on so her silhouette was completely obvious from the street.
Sadly it was late and it was quiet out, so he sent her to the kitchen on her cordless phone. The fridge lacked his usual vegetables of choice. Together they decided they would make do with cherry tomatoes.
She laid on her back, taut with filthy pleasure and pushed small cherry tomatoes inside her pussy. She tried to push one into her arsehole but it wouldn't fit and splooshed against her frantic fingers.
As it burst it all got too much and Art listened to her coming hard on her kitchen floor.
She complained about the mess but was clearly delighted with the service he'd given her, as the tomato juice spilled out of her sopping hole across the kitchen tiles.
Sometimes they hung up when they came, but Sheena clearly was very very sexed up tonight.
"God I wish you were here to see this mess," she said, "And to clean it up with me, with our tongues."
Art wondered about it. If he dared leave the house at 1am without waking his wife. This seemed too good a chance to miss. Fulham was only 25 minutes away...he could be there and back in an hour if they made it quick.
Dare he?
Sheena moaned into the 'phone, "Fuck I need your cock inside me."
"Alright", he said. "I'm coming. I'll be with you in half an hour. I want you to be in your front room. I'll call you when I'm outside, and I want to watch you. I want you to put on a show for me. To show me just how sexed up you are tonight. Do you think you can keep it going for thirty minutes?"
"I can, I will," she panted.
"Good." he said.
"While I'm watching you I'll come close to the window. If you like what you see invite me in and we'll see what happens.