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Wife's College Crush

... things, stuff that would be meaningful to them and them alone.

We had at that time been married fifteen years and I have to admit the bloom was off the rose, but Peter's visit reignited her sexual flame and before he arrived our sex was hot and often. I was thankful for the sexual stimulation.

It was agreed I would call every night for an update, a progress report. I said I would call at ten, but she said she may be "engaged" at that time. I said that was okay because she could talk and fuck at the same time. "Sure. I don't need my hands to be fucked," she said with a grin.

I left the day before his plane got in. I told my brother I just needed time to get away, and he didn't question me further. If he'd have known I was giving her time to fuck another man he would have said, "Are you nuts?"

Maybe so. But I had agreed, and I was going to honor our agreement. Yes, I would call every night at ten. I would ask her how her day went, and perhaps she would tell me everything, every juicy detail. At least that was my request. I looked forward to those calls, amazingly, and thought about what I would hear, picturing whatever they would do.

The night he got there I called at exactly ten o'clock. She answered on the first ring. They must have been waiting for my call because she obviously had the phone in her hand. "Yes," she said, "I had a marvelous day." There was a smile in her voice and I envisioned what she had been probably doing most of it.

I pictured her on ...

... her back with her dress up, her legs open, and my friend between her thighs. I imagined his stiff cock pushing into her and I could almost hear her sighs. "Where are you?" I asked.

"On the bed. We were waiting for your call," she purred.

"Where is Peter?" I asked.

"Right where he should be," she said with a slight giggle. "Right between my knees. He is... busy at the moment. You want to talk to him?" Before I could answer she handed the phone to him.

"Ben?" he said. "Thank you for my five days."

"Just keep her happy," I said.

"I will do my best," he said.

"I'll bet you will," I said.

Claire came back on the line. "We stayed in most of the day," she said, "but tomorrow we are going to the beach, your favorite beach. Won't need suits," she said. "Call in the morning if you want. Goodnight, sweetheart." She ended the call with a kiss. I imagined her holding his head against her pussy as he ate her before they finished the day with a rousing fuck.

The next day I called during the day like she had suggested. When she took the call I could hear an echo like they were in a car. "We got a late start," she said. "Got sidetracked, you know how that goes. We are in the car. Peter is driving. I am wearing the blue summer dress you like so much. Peter does too. I don't have anything else on. We are going to the nude beach, so no need, and Peter is entertaining himself with his hand between my legs."

"I hope he pays attention to his driving," I said.

"Oh, he ...