Make New Friends,but Keep the Old

One is the silver and the other gold.
CJ is golden and shines for me, always.









Last night I was chatting online with the male half of the new couple we are getting to know. It started out harmlessly, going over some emails we had exchanged. It quickly got hot.
Then I decided to run with an idea that CJ and I talked about, really half in jest. I offered our new friend a blowjob via the phone. He had never had phone sex, but was willing to give it a try. Now here’s the kicker: I wanted CJ to listen and watch while I did it.
I’ve been doing it for years, but I’ve never had an audience!
Before I started I told CJ that I feel like I become a different person and not to laugh. He doesn’t laugh *at* me, it’s just that he has a chuckle sometimes when I’m really wrapped up in sex and enjoying myself. It’s like he’s celebrating with me.

I lay on the bed, face down; CJ turned on the ceiling fan, it was a warm night last night, and the phone rang. We exchanged pleasantries. I gave him a quick tutorial on phone sex, ensuring him to just go with it and be free.
I’m not going to try and write the script verbatim here. I know, I know, you want it, but for me that wasn’t the really hot, sexy part. I started out playing, licking and nibbling his cock then moved onto devouring, eating, and sucking it, along with his balls. He progressed from his semi-hard state to a good stiff cock at attention because I was telling him to picture what I was doing to it.

As I spoke I hugged my pillow, kept my eyes only half open and ground my pussy into the bed. The thought of CJ next tome me completely faded from my mind. To me I was in the black lace bra and panties I had described to my partner, on my knees, in front of a stranger’s crotch.
Without any notice while I was moaning and sucking over the phone, CJ was off the bed and pulling my pajama bottoms off me. I instinctively presented my pussy to him and he fingered me as I continued on the guided fantasy. I didn’t tell my phone partner what was going on. I didn’t want him to think I was sharing my affections, that was for a later time, when we choose to all be together.

When I told him how much I wanted to taste his cum, he breathlessly commanded me to ride his hard cock. I described to him that I was lowering my wet cunt onto his him and almost as soon as the words escaped my mouth, I felt, in reality, hard, hot cock split my pussy lips and enter me. I had to keep from totally screaming out, but fuck it was great. I was listening to one man on the other end of the line getting off on my words while CJ was getting it for real.
Finally my new friend wanted to finish off in my ass. He told me to wet my asshole, and I felt CJ do it as I described it to him. CJ was taking his cues from my narrative. So, for example, when I said:
“That’s it, fuck my rosebud asshole”, he did just that and I could feel heat slamming into my ass. I was getting so hot and bothered I had to eventually tell CJ to stop. Believe me, that is a rare occasion.
My phone pal was close to the edge and pulled out of my ass and came on my cheeks, then ate his cum off them.

It was all very hot. We spoke for a while afterwards. I wanted to get back to the warm, real man next to me.
I was so close to cumming that CJ just pulled out my rabbit and finished me with it while sucking and biting my nipples.

Everything was all such a totally new, exciting, sexy experience.
Next, I’d like to have phone sex with the female half, if she’s up for it.
Those dirty little wheels in my mind are constantly turning, particularly since they’ve been well lubed again.

Convergence at the Conference

The tone of my voice dropped, became softer, and I spoke more slowly.

“Your cock is so handsome. I promise I’d treat you right. I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Don’t turn this around on me Deb, you tell me what you want, beg for it.”, was his only reply.
I sighed, trying to decide what I would want first from him; it really didn’t take too long:
“I want to be on my knees for you. I want; no, I need your cock in my mouth. Please push that cockhead past my full, wet lips.”
I could hear him moan, ever so lightly so I continued with:
“Did that make your cock twitch?”
“You fucking cock sucking whore, you don’t ask me questions like that!”, he loudly replied.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just want to do right by you. I want to make you hard. I need to taste your cock!” I sobbed.
“Well bitch maybe if you shut up you could fit my meat in your mouth!”
Hearing that sent those electrical shots down past my tummy and to my pussy, making me wetter and ache more. I let out a small moan again.

“I’m running my tongue across your balls as I squeeze your dick”
Now it was his turn to moan and all he could seem to say was: “Yesss…”
“My tongue runs up your cock, tasting every inch, and since I never get enough I run back down again.”
This time he says nothing, only moans.
“My tongue snakes its way back up your hot meat and I easily pop your spongy head past my lips and teeth, look up at you and start sucking on it.”
I pull my cheeks in to make a sucking sound that he can hear.
“Ohh god…eat it all, suck my cock”, he said breathlessly.
“You watch me as slowly I suck you down my throat. Inch by inch your dick disappears from sight being replaced by the sensation of my warm, wet mouth sucking it.”, I tell him slowly and purposefully.

“Oh you cock sucking whore, now listen to this.”
The next thing I heard got me even more excited. He put the phone to his cock as he jerked off. I could hear that slippery, rhythmic, pounding of his meat.
This time it was me that was filling the room with moans. My pussy ached for release, and my hands ached to play with my clit, but I didn’t have permission yet. I was ready to beg again.
“I made your cock hard, can’t I please play with myself? Thinking of that cock of yours is driving me wild.”
“Touch yourself baby and tell me what you’re doing.”, was his answer.

A shiver ran down my back thinking of telling him how I was jerking off. I propped myself up on my pillows, bent my knees, and spread my legs. I could now see my bare pussy in the mirror across from the bed.
“I can see my pussy in the mirror. I’m moving my hand down and splitting my puffy lips. It’s a nice pussy just for you honey.”, I say
“mmmm…that it is my dear Deb, that it is. I love your hot cunt”, he answered.
“I can see how wet I am, my inner lips are all purple and shiny with my juices.
My clit is swollen and peaking out.”, I describe to him.
“Play with that pussy whore”, he demands.
Again, it’s easy to obey his commands.

“I’m slipping a finger into my steaming cunt now. I wish it were your hot stiff cock CJ. I’m still watching myself as I maneuver my thumb around my clit.”, I told him in between gasps.
“Push another finger in and fuck yourself you god damned nymph.”, was his next instruction.
“I’m pushing a second finger in, god I’m wet”, I moaned.
“That’s my cock Deb, fuck it.”, he said as I heard him jerking off again, this time at a faster pace.
“I’m riding my fingers and tugging on a nipple, can I cum? I want to cum on you, please?”, I begged.
“Soon baby, soon, let me hear you suck your tit.”, he said.
He’d seen me do this before in our bed. SO I removed my juicy fingers from my pussy and cupped my left tit, bent over and slurped my hard nipple into my mouth. I held the phone close by so CJ could hear my moans and the sound of me suckling my own tit.

“Deb I want to fuck you and make you cum”, he said, gasping.
“I wish I had more hands, I wish I had your hands on me.”, I said after letting my breast fall from my mouth.
“Cum for Deb, watch yourself cum in that mirror.”
I ached so badly I couldn’t think straight. Everything I did from now on seemed to be done on total animal instinct. I could barely keep the phone to my mouth because my palm was so sweaty. As I spread my juicy lips and played with my aching clit ever so gingerly, I murmured and moaned into the phone. I quickly hit that peak, that feeling of the point of no return. I knew once I felt that very first wave of orgasm it was downhill from there.

I sighed deeply and screamed into the phone:

“Fuck, fuck FUUUUUUCKK…I’m cummmming! Oh, I look so fucking glorious CJ!”

He didn’t say anything, all I heard was his deep breathing, but then I heard that that sound I live for when we are together, that familiar grunt right before his balls empty into me.
“Oohhh, mmmm, ahhh…fuck bitch, you did it!”, he said as he exploded.
After a short period of silence and repositioning, he said:
“Did you like that Deb? Feel better now?”
“mmmm,yummy”, was all I needed to say.
CJ laughed and promised me a better and longer time together when I returned home.
“Thanks babe, I love you”, I murmured.
“Sweet dreams babe”, he said.

Then….

Click.

I hung up the phone and turned out the light. I was smiling as I curled up against the pillows, closed my eyes, and fell asleep with a smile on my face and the knowledge that I would soon be winging my way home to make our fantasy a reality.

What Are You Wearing?

I was lying on a bed in another strange hotel, missing CJ.Business had again torn us apart for several days and I can never fall asleep without that feeling of CJ next to me. I have even arranged pillows next to me so I could have the feeling of a body next to me. It never really helped.

So I began my nightly routine to help me sleep when I’m away from CJ.
First, I get out of my stuffy business casual dress. I never feel comfortable in all that; I am much happier dressed in what’s comfortable.
Then I slip into an aromatherapy bubble bath.
Luckily, most of the hotels I stay at when I travel have some sort of bath additives and I do carry a small bottle in my kit, just in case they don’t. This time the hotel had supplied me with a wonderfully exotic scent: Sandlewood. Soon the warm water and scent envelop me and I feel my muscles relax.

It feels good, I think to myself, but not as good as the warm hands and musk of my lover. By spreading my knees apart I create my own very small wave, the bubbles and sandalwood lap between my thighs, up over my mound, to my navel and draw back again. It’s a warm, almost satisfying feeling.
I close my eyes and think of all my fluids ebbing and flowing. It makes me think of CJ again and of all the different ways he makes my personal tides move. Then my thoughts turn from the bubble bath lapping against me to CJ, his tongue creating the wetness inside me and outside his warm skin making my temperature rise.

As you can imagine it wasn’t too long until my hands moved between my thighs. I took the small round soap I was washing with and lightly ran it inside my thighs. My thighs quickly become slippery slopes and my fingers soap up my pussy lips.
I only teased myself. I didn’t want to get ‘all worked up’; it was bad enough CJ wasn’t here in the first place. I took several big sighs, moved my fingers away from my pussy, and just soaked, relaxing.
Next, I tune into some of my relaxation techniques while soaking, breathing deeply, removing the thoughts and stress of the day.

After some time I noticed that my fingertips were hitting the prune level so I stepped out of the tub, dried of, put on some moisturizer, and brush out my hair.
I still need to be hugged by something since my favorite hugger isn’t here to do it. My flannel nightshirt, the one CJ likes so much, does the job nicely, and falls over me quickly.
I walk over to the bed, more relaxed now, but nothing seems to get the thoughts of CJ out of my head. I start wishing he’d call. His voice is so deep and so sexy. He could read me the instructions to our coffee maker and I’d be turned on. I lie down, not ready for sleep yet. I figure some mind numbing show on TV might help and turn on the set. I go through the usual menu: video check out; hotel info; pay movies; adult movies, mmmm….should I?

I packed in a hurry and forgot to bring any toys with me on this trip. No! I want CJ! One of those movies would probably make me feel worse. I wish again that he’d call. I finally settle on the tried and true Tonight Show.
I have to admit that I am relaxed now. My eyes now open and shut, as I know that sleep will come. I think that after the seminars tomorrow I’ll be headed back home.
Goddess, I miss CJ!

Then, it happens: the phone rang!
My heart literally skipped a beat and I sat up straight in bed.
I quickly reach over and pick up the receiver, saying ‘hello’ expectantly.
And there it was, that soothing, deep, sexy voice saying to me: “What are you wearing?”
I giggle softly and fall right into the game. CJ had never been much into cybering or phone sex, but he knew I was, and was determined to fine-tune this technique for my sake.

So the fun begins….

“My black silk embroidered robe.. you know the one”
“Only too well” he answered.
“And you babe, and where are you?”
He went ahead and told me that he had a hard day at work and was relaxing on the bed. He was wearing his sweatpants and a t-shirt.
“I miss you so badly it aches babe,” I tell him
“Really and where exactly do you ache Deb?” he says, beginning the tease.

I explain the routine I had to go through to get relaxed enough to try to sleep without him in the bed. Then I answer his question quite directly,
“I’ve been thinking about you most of the night, my pussy aches.”
“mmm….I bet it does,” he replied, continuing the tease.
I didn’t want to wait for him. I didn’t want to waste time teasing each other here, so I got more aggressive:
“Damn, I need you to fuck me!”
“It’s not that easy bitch, I want to hear you beg, really beg for it”, he replied sternly.
I thought this would be easy, and things had taken a bit of an unexpected turn.

We had been apart for several days now and I figured that he would just do a quickie over the phone with me, we’d get off, and it would hold us over until tomorrow night.
Obviously, this wasn’t going to be the case.
CJ was worth it. I’ve begged for his cock before and I’d do it again, when it comes to him and Mr. Happy ‑ I’m not proud. I squirmed on the bed and loosened the belt of my robe.
“Please honey, please, the only thing that I need right now is you. I miss you in the worst way.”, I begged, knowing that it would be only the beginning.

CJ sort of laughed and told me I wasn’t telling him anything he hadn’t heard already and he wasn’t sure I wanted his cock and his cock only.
I squirmed a little again and moved my hand down to my warm mound, cupping my sex in my hand. I moaned, no whimpered just a little prompting CJ to speak again:
“No bitch. I know what you’re doing, but you keep your hands off yourself until I’ve been convinced you want me!”

I obeyed and told him so.

Tomorrow: Convergence at the conference.