Sticky fingers

"Frustration is good for you" Jill said over the phone. I could hear her smiling into the receiver. "Besides, you get lots of pussy." She was disappointed, despite the teasing. For a couple of weeks I'd been planning to visit her and her husband again, possibly just to watch them, possibly something more...

"That's not true - all my funbuddies have moved out of London, looking for glamorous jobs and happiness on the Continent and the other side of the world. I'm bereft!"

She didn't seem to have much sympathy. "Right. You'll be having a quiet winter, then?"

"Seems like it."

I was interrupted by a wet, lip-smacking sound from the other end.

"Um, what are you up to?"

"Nothing." Slurp.

"Doesn't sound like nothing. Is Jack there?" I could hear a quiet moan from a full mouth.

"Hello?" it was Jack. "Just saying hi. Listen..." He put the receiver right next to his cock while his wife went down on him. She was sucking him hard, I could hear breathing, her little noises of pleasure.

"Mon?" It was Jill. "Did you hear that?"

"Yes."

"His cock is so hard... He's going to fuck me. Would you like to hear him fuck me?"

"Damn... yes!" I could hear them moving around, the swish of fabric and the unmistakable sound of his hand slapping her arse a couple of times like I'd seen him do when I watched him take her from behind, bent over the sofa in their living room, a few feet away from me.

"Aaaaaahhh..." she sighed over the phone. "Yes...." I imagined his long-fingered hands spreading her buttocks, easing his cock inside her. They'd put the phone somewhere close - I could hear the rhythmic slap of him slamming into her.

After a while I could hear Jack, faintly. "Take it." Then Jill's voice on the phone. "Mon?"

"Mmhmm..." I mumbled.

"I'm going to  come."

She did. Loudly. I listened to them until she picked the receiver up again, giggling. "My hands are soooo sticky!"