Insatiable for money, sex and shoes

As an expert witness for fire cases, I'm always on the road all over Germany. I usually spend two to four days a week at home, and it can happen that my appointments are so close together that I'm on the road for up to two weeks at a time. I've gotten used to eating in the car, living out of my suitcase and going through the data for the next case in my hotel room in the evening. After all, my job provides me with a not inconsiderable income and it never occurred to me that Linda, my wife, would have a problem with my absence.

When we met four years ago, I immediately realized that Linda is a woman who can never get enough of three things: Money, shoes and sex. And I think these three things are equally important to her. So at some point I started to work my way up in my company so that I could offer her the standard she wanted and deserved. It worked.

However, I had suspected for weeks that she had a lover; I don't know where I got that idea, but she's such a great woman, so insatiable at that, that I almost couldn't blame her. If I were her, I would have had an affair. For sure.

We talk on the phone every evening when we can manage it. Yesterday was no exception. I was tired and exhausted from a particularly bad case, and I didn't really feel like listening to what Linda's friend's daughter had drawn at preschool or that Rocky, our dog, had sniffed Mrs. Schmitz's dog's bottom again (which annoys Mrs. Schmitz incredibly, because her Sandy is a poodle, and for poodle ladies that's not appropriate). And so, admittedly, I didn't really listen to what Linda was saying, but I noticed her tone. It suddenly sounded different.

Dirty talk

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" she wanted to know. I had never heard her use this tone before and was surprised at the effect the smoky sound of her voice had on me. I cleared my throat and blinked rapidly, which of course she couldn't see. "No," I said slowly, "but maybe you'll tell me."

"I'm lying on the bed," she cooed, adding to my astonishment. "I'm lying on our bed, and I'm wearing the cream-colored silk negligee you gave me for our last wedding anniversary."

"Oh..." was all I could get out at that moment. Linda laughed softly. "And should I tell you something else?" I swallowed. "What is it?" "Well," she said, stretching, "you didn't ask me where I kept my hand."

My manhood began to stir in my pants. Almost involuntarily, I saw the image before me: my beautiful wife lying across our large marital bed, her delicate, tanned skin covered only by a hint of cream-colored silk that nestled gently around her magnificent curves, her dark red hair lying as if poured down on the exclusive bedspread. And her hand ... "Where is it, your hand?"

"My hand is between my legs," Linda said softly, with a slight sigh in her voice. I knew she was absolutely telling the truth. That was the exciting part. I know my wife. Several times I'd been allowed to look at her as she catapulted herself to the dizzying heights of her own pleasure, and I could see it before me, her slender hand disappearing between her thighs, lightly beginning to massage ...

But I wanted to hear it. I wanted to hear it from her. With unsteady fingers, I undid my own belt and pants and wasn't surprised to let my plump and hard manhood out into the open. "And what are you doing?"

"What do you want me to do?" She let out a short groan. "Tell me what you want me to do. I'll do anything ... just tell me what you want ..."

"Touch yourself," it escaped me. "But slowly. Massage yourself between your legs and lick your nipple ..." Of course I knew she could do that. I've seen it often enough. Linda has wonderful breasts, firm and just the right size. I imagined it and worked myself, but gently - I wanted to enjoy this show.

"Are you going to touch yourself too?" she asked. It sounded almost girlishly shy. That turned me on even more. "Yes," I said. I heard Linda's breathing quicken and instructed her: "Don't go so fast! Do it slowly, very slowly ... until your lust flows out of you, very slowly ... are you hot yet?"

"Yes," Linda gasped softly. "How hot?" I asked. She moaned again. "Very hot. The fire of lust is already burning inside me!"

"Good." I tried to collect myself, but it was difficult. My penis was tense and I really wanted to start, but I wouldn't allow it. I kept my hands off it for a little while. Better safe than sorry. "Do it a little faster now. Move your fingers, take two. Left and right on the .... Are you doing that?"

"Yes ... oh yes!"

"With your other hand, massage your nipple. Twirl it. I want it to get really hard and come out. Do it harder, a little harder now."

I heard my wife moan again, this time deeper than before. I thought I could also hear the small sound of Linda's fingers sliding through her hot pubis. She whimpered slightly and moaned, and I could hardly stand it. Just as I was about to reach for my penis again, Linda's voice said, "Don't do that!" Confused, my hand paused just inches above my sex; I furrowed my eyebrows. "What?"

"Don't touch your penis. Stroke your testicles and then slide up. And down again. And up again. Again and again. Be nice to yourself, will you do that, my horny stallion?" I obeyed Linda's command and immediately felt an incredible sensation. Moaning, I managed to give her the next instruction. "Now stick a finger inside. Just one ... and lick your nipple again, this time the left one."

From Linda's reaction, I could hear that she was doing exactly what I wanted her to do. I soon ordered her to add a second finger. She did everything I said, exactly as she had promised. It wasn't too much longer before I heard her sharp cry. "Bernd, I can't take any more ... I'm coming, ooh, I'm coming ...!"

And I heard how she gave free rein to her lust, how she screamed and moaned, called out my name, and I saw in my mind's eye how her lower body reared up and fell back onto the sheets, twitching, while her little hand was still raging through her shame and wouldn't stop, and that's when I came too ... right onto the hotel bedspread. I closed my eyes and surrendered completely to the sensation that my wife had awakened in me hundreds of kilometers away.

After a while, when we had both calmed down again, I could almost hear Linda turn on her side, smiling. "You're amazing," she whispered, "even when you're not there!"

Since last night, I'm very sure that Linda doesn't need a lover ...

Erotic Fantasies - Dirty Talking by Joaquin - Carl Stephenson Publishers