Bluebeard’s wife

I leaned over and picked up the phone. Would he hear me if I clicked “talk”? I debated for a moment, holding my breath. Then I pressed the button. I heard his voice immediately, low and sexy. My heart leapt to my throat, and I quickly pushed the mute button, afraid they might hear me.

“How about a school girl?” he asked.

A feminine voice chuckled, soft and low. “The plaid skirt kind?”

“Yeah,” he breathed.

“With a little white button blouse, tied at the waist?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And knee socks?”

John groaned. “Yeah, baby. Definitely knee socks.”

“Have I been a bad girl, Daddy?”

“You’ve been a very naughty little girl, Maria,” he agreed. “You are going to get a spanking.”

My heart was racing still, but for different reasons now. John had incest fantasies? Spanking fantasies? My mouth felt dry, but my pussy was wet-and getting wetter. I rolled over on my back, sliding my hand between my legs as I listened to them.

I was still all slick from John’s cum, and I spread the wetness over my lips, rubbing my clit with two fingers in slow little circles.

“Come here and bend over, young lady!” John’s voice was clear and demanding.

I pulled the phone away from a moment to look at it, as if I could see him. This is John?!

“Yes, Daddy,” Maria purred. “Do you want me over your knee?”

“Yes,” John growled. “Right here over my knee, you bad girl.

“Oh, Daddy, what are you doing? Lifting my skirt?”

“That’s right, and your panties are coming down, too.” My breath came faster as I listened to them both. I could close my eyes and see it. A part of me protested that this was my husband, that I shouldn’t be listening, I should be hunting him down with a frying pan and screaming at him-but another part of me was desperate to hear. This wasn’t the John I knew. This was some other man-and the more I listened, I realized it was a man that I wanted to know.

“Oh, Daddy, that stings!” Maria cried out as if she had been slapped.

“Do it, Maria,” John said. “Slap your ass.” I heard the sound of flesh against flesh, and I realized that Maria must be slapping herself for him. The thought stunned me.

Every time she slapped herself, she whimpered and cried out.

“Oh, Daddy, I’ll be good!” she pleaded. “I promise!”

I could hear John’s breath, ragged and fast. Mine was, too. Thank God for “mute” buttons!

“You’ll be a good girl now?” he panted. “You’ll do whatever Daddy says?”

“Yes!” She sniffed, as if she had been crying. “Anything, Daddy.”

“Then get down here on your knees.” His voice had that rough edge again, and it thrilled me. I rubbed my pussy faster, using both hands, and crooking the phone against my shoulder.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Put your mouth on Daddy’s cock, little girl,” John told her. “You suck that cock until I come in your mouth. And you swallow every last drop. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, yes, Daddy!” she purred. “It’s so big and hard. I can barely get my mouth around it.”

“That’s a girl. Take it all.” I heard John’s breathing getting even faster, and I knew he was stroking his cock. I wished he was next to me, so I could hear his hand shuttling up and down, the slick wetness of it. My pussy throbbed under my hand, the fingers of my left hand buried inside, my right hand rubbing my clit in fast little circles, bringing me closer to that edge.

“I love sucking your cock, Daddy.”

“You’re such a naughty girl,” he moaned. “Suck it, you little whore. Are you Daddy’s dirty little whore?”

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “I’m your dirty little cockwhore, Daddy! I can’t help playing with my little pussy while I suck you. It feels so good.”

“Yeah,” he breathed. “Rub that cunt.”

I moaned out loud, hearing that word coming from his throat. I rubbed my own cunt harder, faster, thrashing against the bed.

“You’re gonna make daddy come, you naughty girl,” he moaned. “Are you ready?”

“Oh, yes, I’m gonna come, too,” she moaned. I wondered if she was touching herself like I was. The thought was exciting. “Come in my mouth, Daddy!”

“Here it comes, baby girl!” I heard him begin to let go. “Take it! Swallow my cum!”

“Oh, God, yes!” I moaned, feeling my own orgasm begin, my pussy squeezing my fingers as I came. I shuddered and trembled under the covers, sliding my wet hands up over my belly, reaching my right hand for the phone crooked against my ear.

“Mmmm, Daddy, you taste so good!” Marie purred into the phone. “I love swallowing all your hot cum.”

“Good girl.” I knew John was spent. “Did you come good for Daddy?”

“Yes.”

“Good night, Maria.”

“Good night, John.”

I pressed the button to turn the phone off and replaced the receiver. I heard him coming up the stairs. I stayed curled up on my side, eyes closed, until I felt him sink into

bed. He put his hand on my hip for a moment, and then slid it down to cup my ass. I wondered if he was remembering earlier tonight.