Bluebeard’s wife

John groaned. "Oh God… really?"

"Yes," she murmured. "It's so soft… and my lips get wet and slick…"

"Do you have your dildo?" he asked.

"Yes," she answered. "Right here. Although I wish it was your cock."

He groaned again. "So do I, baby. I want you to fuck that sweet bald little pussy like I would if I were there…"

"I'm so wet… it slides in so easy," she said. "Want to hear it?"

John's breathing was coming faster. "Oh, fuck, yes!"

I could hear a wet, squelching sound as I listened on the other line, biting my lip to keep from moaning, even though the phone was on mute.

"Do you want me to make myself come for you?" Maria asked.

"Yes," John growled. "Fuck yourself, make yourself come."

"Ohhhh that's so good," she whispered. "That hard cock in my wet pussy…

faster… faster…"

"That's it," John encouraged, his breath short.

"Ohhhhh yeahhhhh all the way in my cunt now," she moaned. "Fucking myself for you, baby. I want your big cock filling me."

"I know," he groaned. "God I want to fuck that tight, shaved little cunt."

"You are," she moaned. "Oh I love your cock… fuck me… harder! Yeah, that's it baby! I'm gonna come… oh God you're going to make me come!"

John was panting, and I knew he was stroking himself. My own belly was tight, listening to the sounds of their pleasure. And then Maria was coming, moaning and whispering things I could barely understand, and I could hear the wet sounds of her fucking herself with the dildo in the background.

"Oh baby, I'm coming," John groaned, and I heard the growl and grunt I knew meant he was shooting his cum all over his belly.

I hung up as quietly as I could, my fingers sticky wet with my own juices, petting the soft, dark hair there, thinking. It was a while before he came back to bed, but I didn't pick the phone back up. Finally, I made up my mind, deciding to call Kelly in the morning.

* * * *

Kelly showed up grinning on my doorstep with a can of shaving cream and a brand new bag of disposable razors. It was Friday night, just after John had left for Boston on a business trip, and Kelly and I had been planning this all week. I couldn't believe how nervous I was, although maybe it was really excitement.

"You ready?" Kelly asked, waving her equipment.

"As I'll ever be," I said, shutting the door behind her. "Do you want a wine cooler?"

I'd been drinking them for an hour and had already worked my way through a 4-pack.

"Sure."

She tossed her stuff onto the kitchen table as she followed me towards the fridge and I handed her a wine cooler-peach.

"So when does John come home?" Kelly asked.

"Sunday," I replied, getting myself another wine cooler. "He'll call, though."

"I'm sure you're not the only one he'll call," Kelly remarked, taking a long swig of her wine cooler. "God these things are sweet-do you have beer?"

"John's," I said, opening the fridge and looking for the 6-pack at the back. "What do you mean I'm not the only one he'll call?"

"Have you seen the phone bill lately?" Kelly asked, finishing off her wine cooler and taking the green bottle of Heineken from me.

I shrugged. "No… but I know he's still calling…"

"I think I've figured it out," she said, opening her beer. "He's got some sort of Madonna/whore complex going on."

I stared at her for a moment and then laughed. "Ok, Dr. Kelly… one Psych 101

class doesn't make you an expert."

"I'm serious, Tara," she said, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs. "You know how he claims he doesn't like slutty women, right?"

I shrugged. "He's… conservative…"

Kelly snorted. "That's an understatement… but look at what he's doing with this Maria chick on the phone, and all the fantasies he's playing out with her. He wants his wife to be an angel, but he's got a secret desire for a real slut."

She had a point.

"Maybe," I said, reaching around her for the shaving cream and razors. "Come on, let's get this show on the road."

Kelly followed me into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the big corner tub while I ran the water. She claimed that my soaking in the warm water for ten minutes would soften up the skin and make the hair easier to remove.

"God, I wish I had Jacuzzi jets like these," she said with an envious sigh. "This tub is enormous! You could fit four of us in here."

"Probably," I agreed. Little perks like a nice house with big bathtubs was one advantage of John being such a workaholic. "Wanna come in with me?"

I pulled my t-shirt off and unsnapped my jeans, glancing back over my shoulder at her as I wiggled out of them and stepped into the tub.

"Hell, yeah," she agreed, starting to unbutton her blouse. "You don't have to ask me twice."

I turned the jets on full blast as I watched her get undressed. I was always so envious of her full breasts and hips, the way her body's curves were so pronounced.

She grabbed a ponytail holder off the counter and pulled her long red hair back before she slid into the water.

"Too hot?" I asked. I loved hot baths.

"Mmmmm no," she murmured, rolling her neck and sinking down into the rushing water. "Oh my God, this is sooo gooood."