I had gone out of town for a week, leaving on Sunday and coming back the following Sunday. The meetings had gone so well that I finished on Thursday. So Friday morning, I managed to get on a flight home, and after a brief meeting at the San Francisco office, I rushed to the airport so I could get home early and surprise you. Little did I know was that you had a big surprise in store for me.

****

Friday morning you woke up feeling horny, a feeling that seemed to stay with you all day. You wanted pleasure, but not by yourself, you wanted to share. By the early evening, you were really climbing the walls.

This was not how you normally were, but it was both pleasant and not pleasant at the same time. After doing a bit of work, you went on Messenger, and you saw that your friend Charles was online, and had sent you a greeting.

“Hey, Charles,” you texted back. “How are things over there?”

“Not too bad,” he replied in typical British understatement. “We actually have some sun.”

“I will put on my bathing suit, and be right over,” you said jokingly.

“Oh my God, yes please,” he replied. “I will put on my swimming cossie and wait.”

“Okay, on my way,” you said. “I wish!”

Oddly, saying that elicited a tingle. 'What is going on with me today?' you thought.

“If I saw you in a bathing suit, I might have to hide,” he replied with a chuckle.

“Oh, why is that?” you asked.

“I think you can guess,” came his reply.

“No,” you replied, with a coy smiley emoticon. Strangely, or perhaps not, you were all tingles.

“You are hot,” he said. “I think I would be aroused.”

“Oh,” you replied, more tingles washing over you.

“I shocked you?” he asked.

“No,” you texted. “It’s just that I think you are making me horny.”

“Oh my,” he said.

“Too much information?” you asked, tingling some more, and feeling a little wetness developing.

“No, perfect information.” he returned. “I bet you smell nice.”

“I do,” you said. “Musky.” More tingles, and a definite feeling of getting wetter.

“Damn,” he replied. “I wish I could smell you.”

“You’d like my scent,” you said. “I do.”

“Even better, after inhaling your scent, I would like to taste you,” he said.

“I think right now, I would like that,” you said, your tingles turning into serious arousal so quickly. “A lot!”

You reached down and felt the wetness in your panties, and inhaled the scent on your fingers. Then you licked them, enjoying the taste of your musky arousal.

“I can confirm, smell and taste are both nice,” you said. Damn, this was starting to feel really really too good.

“I can confirm that you just made me hard at the speed of light,” he responded.

“I think I like you hard,” you said. “If you tasted me, I would have to taste you too, it’s only fair.”

“Oh god,” he typed. “You made me throb now.”

“I bet you taste nice too,” you sent with a wink, the arousal intensifying, and the wetness growing in your panties.

“This is so beautiful, and unexpected,” he replied. “I love how it feels, and so natural, and yes, I taste like I imagine you taste.”

“Yea, I feel that too,” you sent. “My panties are starting to get soaked.”

“Oh my, that makes me drip precum,” he said. “Ermmm...”

There was a pause.

“Ermmm.... what?” you asked.

“Would you like to switch to voice?” he asked. “Oh fuck, have I ruined it?”

“Yes, I mean that would be hot,” you responded feeling more and more aroused by the moment. “And hell, no, you have not ruined anything, only made it hotter.”

Then there was an incoming voice call from Charles, and you answered.

“Hi there,” you said, tingling from head to toe thinking of Charles and his hard cock.

“Hi Gail,” he replied. “I am so happy to hear your voice, and to be feeling so many nice things with you.”

“Yea, this is not how I normally spend my time,” you said. “But I like it this time.”

“Tell me again about your taste,” he said.

“Let me taste again,” you said.

You reached down and took some wetness from under your panties, letting out a soft moan at the feeling of your fingers against your pussy lips. You brought your fingers up to your mouth, and made inhaling sounds.

“I smell like a horny pussy,” you said. “Can’t believe I said that!”

A soft moan came through from Charles.

Then you made slurping sounds as you licked your fingers.

“I taste musky, a little salty, warm and thick juices,” you replied. “How about you?”

You could hear him unzip his jeans.

“My precum tastes like that too, warm and musky,” he said, after a brief pause as he gained access. “Both of us this wet, my hard cock could slide inside you easily.”

“Not that fast, though,” you said. “I want to enjoy this feeling longer, even though I want to cum so badly.”

“Oh, yes,” he said. “You were already horny.”

“No,” you replied. “You made me horny.”

You reached down and touched your wet pussy, getting some wetness, you licked your fingers.

“I want you to feel so much,” he said. “This is just so exciting.”

“Don’t you go cumming yet,” you ordered. “I need more.”

“Are you wearing a bra?” he asked.

“Yes,” you replied. “You want me to remove it?”

“Yes, remove it and then take some of your wet juices, and rub them around your nipples,” he asked.

With another rush of tingles, you slipped off your top, reached behind, unhooked your bra, and slipped it off over your shoulders. As requested, you reached down, pulled aside your panties and teased your pussy lips a little before taking some wetness and rubbing it around your nipples, pinching and moaning softly as you did so.

“I love the sounds you make,” said Charles. “I am rubbing my wet precum around the head of my cock, imagining it is your lips and tongue doing it.”

“Oh, that is so hot,” you said, pinching your nipples harder as your juices dried on your nipples, allowing you to create friction.

“That was a nipple pinch moan,” I think said Charles, moaning a little as he squeezed his cock harder. “I am so hard right now, if you were here, I would want to slide my cock straight into your wet pussy.”

“Ohhh,” you moaned reaching down and slide two fingers into your pussy.

“Can you push two fingers in your pussy, and imagine it is my cock?” he asked.

“Too late,” you replied. “That is what I just did, and I can tell you it feels nice.”

“I can almost feel that. You know when you tell me stuff like that, I can feel what you feel,” said Charles. “It is amazing.”

“Me too,” you said pressing your fingers against the upper wall of your vagina. “Can you feel me pressing my g-spot?”

“Yes,” moaned Charles. “Can you feel my thick cock filling up your aching pussy?”

You got a bit carried away then, moving your fingers in and out, and round and round inside you, while using the fingers of your other hand to press and make circles around your clit. Your breathing got harder, and deeper, and little moans escaped your mouth.

“Feels so good,” you said. “Charles, what are you feeling?”

“My cock is hard, and I am rubbing the precum around its head with my left hand, while I stroke it gently with my right hand,” he said in an intense, aroused voice that only served to make you feel deeper sensations.

“Knowing you are feeling it to is making me even wetter,” you said.

****

Outside of the house, I got out of the Uber grabbed my suitcase and ran up the steps to the front door. Inserting my key in the lock, I was so excited that I would soon see you again. Quietly, I entered the house, listening for any sound to see where you were.

I thought I heard your voice coming from your study. I could have sworn I heard you say “... making me even wetter.”

I paused. That was unusual. Who could you be talking to?

A couple of months ago, I had told you that I had a fantasy of you playing with an online lover and cumming together. Male or female, I had said, either or both would be very sexy. At first, you thought I was crazy, and you said so, but I proved you were just saying that, because when I reached out to check, your pussy was already soaking wet just from thinking about it.

The last time we discussed it you admitted that it excited you, and when I told you I wanted to catch you, you got even more excited. But that was a while ago, and we did not talk about it again after that time.

Could this be it?

I listened. I could hear a man’s voice from the laptop speaker.

“I love making you wet, I want you to feel my cock inside you, my pelvis making grinding circles against your clit on the in-stroke,” came the sound.

I knew how much you like that, I did it often to make you cum. And hearing someone say it to you made my balls burn as I felt waves of tingle spread over my body.

“Fuck, Charles,” I heard you say. “Tell me stuff like that and you will make me cum.”

I walked to the study doorway, and coughed.

You turned around, a look of fear and excitement in your eyes. I did a shush motion with my fingers on my lips, gave you the OK signal, put my hand over my heart to say, “I love you,” and indicated for you to continue. I was already hard, and I showed you the shape of my hard cock in my pants.

You knew I wanted this, it was my fantasy.

“I am stroking my cock now, and I am imagining how you must feel,” said Charles, oblivious to my presence in the doorway.

“I feel so amazing,” you continued. “I want to feel that cock inside me.”

Then you turned to me, looked me in the eye, and said “Fuck me now. Fuck me, Charles. My wet pussy is yours. You want to fuck me don’t you?”

I knew that was intended for me, so I pulled out the sleeper bed from the couch in your study, and lifted you out of the chair to that impromptu bed. I grabbed the laptop, and pulled it onto the bed, near your head.

“Fuck, Gail, this is amazing. “I feel like I am inside you, fucking you, watching your orgasm build up.”

“Wait, don’t cum yet,” you said. “I want to feel you some more.”

“No,” he replied. “We must cum together. Tell me when you are close.”

You pulled off your panties, and I practically ripped off my pants. I knelt between your legs.

'Tell him to fuck you,' I mouthed.

“I wish I could feel your cock sliding into me,” you said. “I want to be fucked.”

You moaned deeply into the words ‘sliding into me’ as I pressed my cock just a little into your pussy.

“Feel me fucking you, Gail,” said Charles. “Feel me deep in your cunt.”

As Charles said that, I pushed my cock deep into you, and you moaned loudly.

“Oh Charles, your cock feels so good inside me,” you moaned as I started moving inside you.

“My cock is burning for you, Gail,” said Charles. “I love making you feel it.”

At this point I started grinding my pelvis against your clit, making circles on the in stroke. As I did that, your breathing went crazy, and all you could do was moan. Damn, it felt so good to be inside you, and to know that it was enhanced by your conversation.

“Love your sounds,” said Charles with a tremor in his voice from his own stroking his cock.

“Fuck, hard,” was all you managed, with more moans and intense breathing.

“Edge,” shouted Charles in the middle of a moan. “Holding here, feels amazing.”

“Close too,” you moaned as I fucked you.

But I was not having you cum yet. I just got started, so I slowed down and stopped those intensive grinding circles on your clit. I made a hold back signal with my hands.

“Charles,” you moaned. “Let’s wait, more edge.”

“I’ll wait, Gail,” he replied. “Want to cum with you.”

“Yes, my lover,” you moaned as I thrust into you. “Want... cum... you... too.”

As you said that, I ground into your clit again and you moaned loudly. Now it was just him and you moaning and breathing like you were being fucked. I had to keep quiet as I did not want him to know that it was my cock inside you. You could tell him later.

Your hips thrust up to meet my cock, and draw it as deep as it could go. You were close, I could see it in your eyes. The situation was just causing you to lose control, and as far as I could see that was a good thing. An awesome thing, even.

“I’m so close,” you moaned.

“Close too, Gail,” said Charles with that distinctive pleasure break in his voice.

I couldn’t say anything, but the thought of all three of us cumming together, and the unusual situation was just making me get close too. I nodded for you to cum when you were ready. I could feel my orgasm building up, feeling like it was starting in my balls and spreading throughout my abdomen and all over including my mind.

“Charles, I’m close,” you screamed, feeling the same kind of sensations. The waves were starting, and they were getting closer and closer together.

“Cum for me Gail,” moaned Charles.

That, along with my deep thrusts, did it for you. “Gonna cum,” you moaned loudly, your breathing matching your readiness to cum.

“Cumming,” you screamed, your hips bucking, and pulling my cock deeper.

“Cumming too,” moaned Charles, intensifying your orgasm, and adding to what I was feeling. I let go.

I wanted to scream too, but all I could do was breath into your ear. You could feel me cumming, shooting my hot, sticky cum into your orgasming pussy, but it was not a conscious thing. It was just something that intensified what you were feeling.

It was just an amazing orgasm. It rocked my whole being in a way I had never felt before. It was like a total mind and body orgasm.

We were all so lost in our orgasm that nobody said anything for a while. I moved inside you a little so you could feel the aftershocks.

“Aftershocks,” you said in that delightful after orgasm voice.

Then, with my softening cock still inside you, you said, “Thank you, Charles. I came so hard and so intensely. Best orgasm in a long time.”

I shook my head quietly agreeing with you.

“Same here,” he replied. “I never came like that for a very long time.”

“Maybe we can do it again sometime,” you said.

“I hope so,” said Charles. “I will rest a bit and cum again thinking about this.”

“Great idea,” you said. “Maybe I will too.”

I smiled at that. I knew we would make incredible love again in an hour or so.

“Bye for now,” you said, making a kissing sound.

“Bye sweet Gail,” said Charles. “You are amazing.”

As soon as the connection was closed, I kissed you hard.

“You are fucking amazing,” I said. “That was incredible. A dream come true.”

“Yea,” you smiled wrapping around me. “I love you.”

“And I, you, more than anything in the universe.”