One week later. I’m lying in bed with my new lover. It’s three in the morning and we’re spooning, about to make love for the third time. Neither of us will be getting much sleep tonight.
Matt’s a sweet boy. Tia and I might give him a call some time. For tonight though, the lips pressing into the back of my neck are softer than any lips I’ve ever known. I’ve finally found what I was looking for. And do you know what? She was right there in front of me, all along.
Wrong Number
by Jean-Philippe Aubourg
Sarah swore as she climbed out of bed and staggered next door to the phone. It was 11.30 p.m.! She had forgotten to unplug it before settling down.
Sarah ran a business from home, a home she had only recently moved into. The phone company had installed a business line with a lovely number, a collection of successive digits, easy to remember. So easy to remember, she was dealing with customers of its former owner – an escort agency.
It had evidently been an agency which specialised in providing women at short notice, usually between two and four in the morning. After the third call in the small hours she had taken to unplugging the phone at night, but still had to deal with the punters who called during the day – men who frequently just grunted, ‘What girls have you got available?’ Most became flustered and could not get off the phone fast enough when she told them it was a wrong number. Had she not already circulated the phone number to all her clients and prospective clients, she would have asked for a new one, and was hoping the calls would dry up.
Now she cursed herself for forgetting to pull the plug. At least once she had disillusioned this latest gentleman he would not call again. She picked up the receiver and said in a resigned voice, ‘Hello?’
What she did not expect to hear was the voice of another woman, and a young woman at that. ‘Hello? I hope you can help me. I ... I’m looking for ...’ She seemed nervous, but determined. Sarah was about to explain, but the woman managed to get the rest of her sentence out before she could say anything. ‘My boyfriend and I are looking for a woman to join us. He wants to see me with another woman, and none of the other agencies have a girl available tonight.’
Sarah was nonplussed. There was a moment’s silence while she took in the request and gathered her thoughts. ‘I’m sorry, but this isn’t an escort agency any more. It’s a private house’.
‘Oh no!’ The woman sounded very disappointed. ‘But you were my last hope! I’ve tried all the other agencies, and they can’t find us a girl at short notice. It has to be tonight, my boyfriend’s going away on Monday, and I wanted to give him a treat before he left.’ Then he’s a very lucky man, thought Sarah, and he should count his blessings that you would even consider doing this. ‘Are you sure you can’t help us?’
‘I’m sorry,’ said Sarah, ‘I really can’t. As I said, this is a private house!’
‘OK, sorry to have bothered you. Bye.’
‘Bye.’ Sarah replaced the receiver, pulled the cable from the wall and returned to bed. Instead of what she normally felt – annoyance and revulsion – she felt something different. Admiration for the woman prepared to go to such lengths for her boyfriend, regret that she probably would not be able to give him what she wanted ... and, to her surprise, excitement.
All the previous calls had given her a window on a world she did not like the look of: unattractive, aging men, cheating on their wives, or so socially inept they were not able to find a sexual partner without paying for it. But not this. A couple – presumably happy and attractive – who wanted to introduce, temporarily, a third person, to heighten their enjoyment. Sarah picked up her book and tried to read again, but her mind wandered.
What did they look like? She sounded late 20s or early 30s. Maybe he was going away because he was in the army, all muscular, with short hair and tattoos? Was she dark or, like Sarah, blonde? Thin or curvy? Was her pussy natural, trimmed or shaved ...?
STOP IT! Sarah could not believe she was thinking like this! She was a hard-headed businesswoman, not some sex-crazed nymphomaniac, or a call girl! But still, what would it be like to be sandwiched between two lovers?
Sarah liked to think she had enjoyed an adventurous sex life. There had been several boyfriends, and during a six-week experiment, a girlfriend. It had not ended because she was desperate for sex with a man, but because the girl had been the wrong person for her to be with. She had not ruled out trying it again, if she met a woman with whom she clicked.
Right now she was between partners of any sex, devoting her energy to her business. She was also between the sheets and it was getting on for midnight. Time to sleep. She turned out the light and rolled over, closing her eyes, and trying to drive out any erotic thoughts. She found her right hand snaking down her front, to the hem of her nightdress, then underneath, and into the soft little burrow of her sex. What would it be like? Just once? I might not get such a golden opportunity to try it again?
Sitting up and throwing back the covers, she switched on the light. She stood in front of the wardrobe mirror and slowly lifted her nightdress up and over her head. She looked critically at her body. A pretty face with a small nose and slightly pointed chin. Blonde hair which fell to her shoulders, curving slightly at its ends. Breasts that were a nice handful, neither too big nor too small. A slight bulge to her tummy, barely noticeable, but there nonetheless since she had started working from home and stopped going to the gym. Legs that were not the longest, but still shapely. A neatly trimmed pubic thatch. She turned to look at her bottom, an apple-shaped bum which flared out from her hips, then back in at the thighs. Yes, if you were paying for a woman, and this one turned up on your doorstep, you would be happy enough.
For several days after the event, Sarah tried to work out why she did what she did. She had not had sex for ten months, but she had gone for longer spells and not been this daring. Was it wanting to get a closer look at the world which had been slightly revealed to her, to pull back the curtain and look at the full picture? Was it a latent desire to be with a woman again? Or that a threesome was one of the fantasies which delivered the most powerful orgasm, when she relaxed with her vibrator at the end of a long day?
Whatever caused her to do it, what she did was to plug the phone back in and press 1471. The caller had not withheld her number. Sarah pressed the number to be put through, swallowing hard and trying to fight the rising tide of excitement she was getting from doing something that was just so wrong!
The phone rang several times, and Sarah was about to conclude that the woman had given up her search and switched off her phone, but suddenly it was answered. ‘Hello?’ said the now-familiar voice.
‘Er ... hello.’ Now it was Sarah’s turn to be tongue-tied. ‘It’s me ... the person you called about half-an-hour ago? You thought this was an escort agency?’
‘Yes, but look, I’m sorry I disturbed you. It was a genuine mistake. The agency’s site is still up and they have the number on. If you’ve called to have a go at me, it’s not really my fault ...’
‘No! No, not at all!’ Sarah could hear her voice cracking, and knew it was now or never. ‘What I called to say was ... well, to ask ... if you were still looking for a woman to join you?’
The words seemed to hang somewhere along the line between them for several seconds, before the woman answered. ‘But I thought you weren’t an escort agency?’
‘I’m not.’
‘So why would you ...?’
‘Put it down to a dare I’ve made with myself. Look, describe yourselves to me, and you could have your wish tonight.’ Sarah may have been horny, but she still had standards.
‘Oh, OK. I’m 29, my name’s Carla. I’m 36-26-36, and I’ve got long brown hair. My boyfriend is called Steve and he’s 35. He’s in the army, and he’s being posted to ...’
‘That’s OK, give me your address and I’ll be right there.’
Just 45 minutes later Sarah was standing on the doorstep of an unremarkable terrace house. While the rest of
the street was in darkness, dim lights burned behind the curtains of a downstairs room and another upstairs. Her tummy lurched as she realised she was expected. She had prepared herself in record time, and wore her sexiest little black dress, a new pair of hold-up stockings and her highest black heels. Her hair was wildly brushed out, and she had applied the simplest make-up.
She raised her hand to ring the doorbell, but hesitated. Just what was she letting herself in for? She was no escort girl! She was a hard-working self-made woman, not a sex toy for a lustful couple! It was not too late; she should get back in her car, drive home and forget this moment of madness.
She saw her finger, with its deep red-painted nail, ringing the doorbell. It was as if a part of her she had no idea existed had taken over the rest of her body. The bell rang, an electronic reproduction of the Westminster chimes of Big Ben. Sarah felt herself churning and knew her whole body was trembling, even as she saw the shadow appear behind the frosted window of the front door. The shadow grew larger until it filled the window, then the door was opened and a young woman was facing her.
‘Sarah? Hi, I’m Carla.’ She was as she described, attractive with long dark hair that swept down over her shoulders. Her curves were barely hidden under the navy blue silk robe, which seemed to be all she was wearing. ‘Come in!’ Carla stood aside to let Sarah pass along the hallway. ‘First on the right. Steve’s waiting for you.’
The room was lit by a single lamp, and was filled with soft music. Steve stood to greet her. He was tall – about six-two – and his fair hair was short and military. He too was wearing a robe, the masculine version of Carla’s. ‘Hi,’ he said, holding out a large hand to shake Sarah’s. ‘Look, thanks for coming. Although we’re still not sure why you did.’ You and me both, thought Sarah. ‘But we’re very pleased you felt you could join us.’
‘It’ll be my pleasure – I hope!’ Sarah replied. God, she thought, now I’m even talking like a tart!
‘Wine?’ Carla had followed her and walked to a small table with an open bottle of red and three glasses on it. Sarah nodded and Carla poured the drinks, then handed them round. She and Steve sat on the sofa, while Sarah took her place in a single armchair.
‘This is the first time we’ve tried to do anything like this,’ Carla explained. ‘And to be honest, this is not the outcome we expected. But I hope whatever happens we’ll all be satisfied at the end of the day. Or should I say night!’ All three laughed, feeling the slight tension in the room start to dissipate.
‘So what do you want to do?’ asked Sarah. There was no point beating about the bush.
‘Nothing you aren’t comfortable with,’ said Steve, his nerves making the words come out a little too fast. ‘And if you want to stop, just say so.’
‘Thanks,’ said Sarah, ‘that’s very reassuring. But I hope it won’t be necessary. So what exactly did you have in mind?’
‘Well, since we’re all a little on edge, how about an icebreaker?’ Carla took a long swig of her wine, set the glass down and stood up. She undid the cord around her gown and let the garment fall to the floor. As Sarah had suspected, she was naked underneath.
The girl was hot. Her breasts were large, with dark red nipples, standing up in her growing excitement. Her ribcage tapered to a flat tummy, then her figure flared out to wider hips, back in to smooth lean thighs and calves, all the way down to feet which had nails painted in the same dark green as her fingernails. She put her hands on her hips, contrasting those green nails even further against creamy skin. She parted her thighs, showing a sex which bore no hair at all, and lips which were smooth and closed, inviting exploration.
Carla smiled at Sarah, obviously happy for the other girl to appreciate her beauty. Turning on her heels, she sank to her knees next to Steve. Sarah had a perfect view of her bottom, a smooth peach which curved out and back in just the right proportions. Carla deftly untied the cord of Steve’s robe and flicked each end aside. Her hands went back to the robe and lifted first one seam, then the other, folding them back to reveal her boyfriend’s body.
He was as fit as her, maybe more so, with the six-pack stomach and chest of a man for whom physical strength was a vital part of his job. His penis was large, almost fully erect and already at least seven inches long. His balls were no disappointment either, already tightening in excitement. Carla took his shaft in her delicate fingers and ran them lightly up and down, making Steve sigh and his weapon twitch. She turned her head and looked at Sarah. ‘So we don’t disappoint?’
All Sarah could do in reply was to whisper a hoarse ‘No!’, which seemed to amuse both of them, judging by their smiles. Carla turned back to Steve and lowered her head. Flicking out her tongue, and making sure Sarah still had a perfect view, she ran it up and down Steve’s length, very gently at first, then a little harder, until she was sliding the whole flat surface across his skin, in between flicking his glans with the tip. Steve closed his eyes and groaned, as he became even harder, then threw back his head as Carla knelt up, bent forward and sank her mouth down on him.
His whole cock disappeared between her lips and a loud sucking sound as she pulled in her cheeks forced another louder groan from him. His breathing quickened as she moved her head up and down, her fingers circling the base of his tool and squeezing in time with her head movements.
Sarah watched in awe. She had given her share of blowjobs, but this woman was an expert. She wondered if her oral talents would be as good when it came time for her to join them.
Oh! The reality of what she was doing hit her again. She was expected to undress and join this couple, and probably have sex with both of them! In the cold light of day this would be an outrageous suggestion but the growing stickiness she could feel in her expensive silk panties told her there was no way she was backing out now.
Carla pulled her head away with a long, final suck, followed by a few short rubs with her fingers. Giving his glistening head a final kiss, she turned to look at Sarah again. ‘He’s as hard as he’s ever going to be,’ she said, her voice low and sultry. ‘Are you ready to join us?’
Sarah nodded. Standing on legs which were a little shaky, she reached behind her, looking for the catch of her dress. ‘Let me help,’ said Carla, standing and walking behind her, her large breasts jiggling as she moved. Sarah felt her fingers on the catch, then the zipper, glad of the help as her own hands were now quivering. She heard the burr of the zip, and felt the material part across her back. She shook her shoulders and the dress fell forward and down, exposing her in her underwear.
Steve, who was now massaging his own erection, let out another groan of appreciation. Sarah had chosen her emerald green Agent Provocateur set, bra and panties edged with cream lace. She felt the material between her legs slipping over her sex as she raised one foot, then the other, to step out of her dress. Carla picked it up and carefully folded it over the arm of the chair, before Sarah felt her hands on her shoulders. Then there was hot breath and lips on her neck, then Carla’s tongue running from below her ear, to her bra strap, then back again, just as it had on Steve’s penis.
‘I believe we were looking for a girl willing to have sex with me,’ she whispered in Sarah’s ear. ‘Shall we take this to the bedroom and see if we’ve found one?’
Sarah slipped around to face Carla, feeling her arms slide around her shoulders as she moved. She kissed Carla full on the lips, feeling her mouth open and opening hers in response. They French kissed for what felt like an eternity, before Carla broke away and stepped back, taking Sarah’s hand and leading her out of the living room and up the stairs. Sarah was aware of Steve following them, throwing off his robe as he did so.
Sarah was drawn up the narrow stairs and into a room off the landing, evidently the couple’s bedroom. It had been laid out for the night’s sport, a red bulb glowing in each bedside lamp, a dark blue duvet cover, and condoms and lubricant next to one of the lamps. Sarah was being seduced and she loved it.
Carla let go of her hand and sat on the
edge of the bed, leaning back on her hands and parting her thighs to show off her shaven sex. ‘So?’ she asked, ‘ever sucked a pussy before?’
‘Yes,’ Sarah answered, then coughed as she realised how dry her throat had become, ‘but not for some time.’
‘Cool!’ Carla smiled mischievously. ‘This is my first time, but I’ve always wanted to try it. And Steve’s always wanted to see me try it! How would you like me?’
‘Lying back on the bed.’ Sarah realised she had been given control over this beautiful woman, the power to use her body as she wished. It was quite a responsibility, but one she knew she was up to.
Carla climbed onto the bed and rested her head on the pillow. She lifted her knees and planted her feet flat on the duvet, her creamy thighs parted, her labia opening as she did so. Sarah swallowed hard and climbed onto the bed alongside her, then reached up and took one of the other pillows. She pulled it down and slipped it under Carla’s bottom, the brunette obligingly lifting herself up then sinking back onto it, her pelvis now raised above the rest of her body.
Sarah slipped down the bed and knelt between Carla’s knees. She placed a hand on each one, as she looked at her target. Carla’s vagina was beginning to pout, and looked delicious, and she was almost tempted to dive straight in, but she knew it would taste so much sweeter with a little teasing. Leaning forward, she kissed Carla full on the mouth again and ran her lips down her chin, her throat and between her breasts. She lifted her head to first her right nipple, then the left, sucking hard on the swollen buds and hearing her gasp as she did so. Her mouth continued its journey, from Carla’s breasts, across her tummy, and finally into the Promised Land.
She planted dozens of little kisses on the soft flesh just above the labia, which Carla had shaved smooth, evidently not very long ago. At the same time, Sarah’s hands had wandered down Carla’s thighs, and her fingers were now touching the swollen lips. She pushed the index and second finger of her right hand gently between them, then parted them. Sarah placed her mouth on the soft flesh she had exposed and sucked gently. Another groan told her she was hitting the spot. Pointing her tongue, Sarah ran the tip up and down Carla’s inner labia. Now she heard Steve, who was watching from the end of the bed, groaning more loudly than Carla.
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