Sorry! Right Number!

The strangest thing started happening to me a few weeks ago and I just have to tell someone, but I can't tell anyone I know.

In the first place, they'd never believe me. And in the second, I think I'd be too embarrassed. You see, I'm a mother of two young boys, a member of the PTA and the Junior League, and the wife of a member of the City Council where I live. It's not a small town where everybody knows everybody, it's small enough that a lot of people would know me.

What most people don't know about me is that beneath my perfect small town wife exterior lies a slut that desperately wants to get out but doesn't have the occasion.

My husband is handsome and successful and good enough in bed and experimental enough that we have tried a lot of things I would like to try. But not nearly all. I often surf the internet reading letters like this about the sexual exploits of braver women than me. I know it's nuts, but I would just love one day to leave my house and walk up to a bunch of strange men and tell them to take me out to the woods behind my our house and fuck the living out of me. I also know I'll never be brave enough to make that a reality.

Frankly, I never thought anything would ever happen to me that would allow me to write like this. And then last month we switched cell phone carriers and got all new phones, along with all new phone numbers.

Two days after buying the phone I was sitting at computer surfing a few of my favorite porn sites when the phone rang. I didn't recognize the number, but picked it up anyway.

"Hey, baby, I miss you so much. It's killing me being away from you. I'm laying here in bed with my dick out and big a life Wanna phone fuck?"

Needless to say I was rather taken aback. Obviously it was a wrong number. But the caller had a deep, syrupy voice and, well, I don't know if it was because I was sitting there in a just a T-shirt and panties or because I had just gotten so worked up and horny looking at my internet porn, but my reply wasn't to tell him he'd gotten the wrong number, but to say, "What a coincidence. I'm sitting here in just my panties. Wish I was there."

I waited for him to recognize that he'd gotten a wrong number, but instead he said, "God how I wish you were here. You know what I'd do if you were here?"

When I said no and asked what he'd do his reply sent a shocking tingle up and down my clitoris.

"I'd take hold of you by that pretty little ponytail of yours and shove your throat right down my dick."

I had no idea how whoever he thought he was talking to would reply so I just said the first thing that came to mind.

"You think you're man enough to do that to me?"

"Baby, I think I'm man enough to toss you up against a wall and ram this big dick of mine right up your sweet ass."

From that point on things just took off so naturally that I never even got scared he might catch on.

"If you were here right now that's exactly what I'd want you to do. Oh, baby, I'm going to stick my finger up my ass and pretend it's you."

"You're going to need something bigger than that to pretend it's me."

"What do you suggest?"

"Take your panties off."

I stood up and pushed my panties down and kicked them off.

"Got them off? Good. Now go into the kitchen."

I walked into the kitchen.

"You there? Okay, open the fridge and tell me what you've got in there that looks like a dick."

I opened the vegetable crisper and saw some carrots and a cucumber. That cucumber looked awfully big so I decided not to mention that. He said I had to be fucking kidding when I suggested a carrot. And then I remembered that we'd gotten one of those summer sausage sticks in a Christmas gift basket last year.

He told me to get up on the bed and squat as if I were squatting over him in his hotel room.

"Yeah, baby, here comes my dick. Ooh, yeah, there's the tip of my dick giving your little asshole a kiss. Do you feel it?"

I told him I felt it as I began rubbing the tip of the summer sausage against my asshole.

"Umm, working it in, baby. Working it in. You feel it? How's it feel. Does it feel good?"

It suddenly hit me that I was on my own bed, squatting over nothing, working a big summer sausage stick up my asshole and talking to a strange man. And you know what my reaction was? Within a minute I was no longer squatting over my bed. Instead, my knees were on the bed, the sausage was lodged almost completely up my butt and I was screaming into the phone for him to fuck my asshole with big monster cock.

The next day my phone rang again.

"I don't know who you are, but fortunately my wife left a message on my phone last night and I realised it wasn't her I had phone sex with before I had a chance to tell her how good it is. You were so incredibly fucking hot. Want to do it again?"

Contributed by: Tim Sexton 04/11/2006