Phone sex is better than no sex, and for six long months, that was what we were going to have to get used to, or call it a day and find some other lines of amusement. Finding a better sex partner than Leanne? Not a chance of that happening in a month of Sundays, the woman is a one-stop-shop-sex-machine with no mute button or standby switch!
“What are you wearing? I bet you are naked you dirty old man! Show me, show me now.” Leanne was good, NO, she was VERY good at phone sex and giving jerk off instructions. I switched on my camera and we video calling over Messenger; or at least I was, Leanne’s camera was off. Bitch! “Nice face, sexy eyes and snoggable lips. It’s a very good start, you could give a girl an orgasm with one kiss. Chest! I know you have slight man-boobs rather than toned pecs but I rather like them that way, almost pan-sexual. Show me. Nice. I like that your nipples are erect. Lick a finger and rub your nipples for me.” I dutifully obliged. I told you she was good at JOI phone sex.
“God, I want to bite those nipples and tug them from your titties. Squeeze them with your fingernails. You know you like a bit of pain. Do it for me, do it now; that’s good. You make me wet when you do that to yourself. Does pain make your cock harder? I bet it does; I know it does, you randy goat. Show me your cock.” I ran my hand over my belly and held my rampant erection for her to inspect.
“I never gave you permission to touch yourself, you miserable wanker. Is that what you do when you are not with me? Is it? Just have a fumble in your pants and jack yourself off.” Leanne’s switched on her camera to a close up of her ruby red lips which she licked and pouted before inserting a finger and sucking. “Your hard cock looks good enough to eat. I bet you want these lips around your cock right now, don’t you? Of course, you do, but you will have to make do with a hand jive, so grab your shaft and give it a good hard, fast wank for me. Pay tribute to my mouth and cum on my lips; I want to lick cum off my lips, any cum will do if you are not up to the job.” We had only been apart for a few weeks, but I knew the drill – save it up for a few days, then a quick cumshot for the lady, and then real telephone video sex. I turned my camera to a laminated photo of Leanne’s lips and proceeded to cover them with hot cum.
“Good boy! God, I miss you, my lovely lover.” She turned the camera to her pussy; it was glistening with juice and her clit was erect and ready to play. Just a simple clit wank and fingering for her today as I joined her in mutual masturbation. I wanted more, but for now, this was all that was possible without a 10,000-mile-long dick! She squirted over a photo of my erect cock and I came again over a photo of her red lips. It was what it was and I was counting down the days.
Leanne varied her show for me and I never got bored of watching her getting off; fingers or toys who cared; she sometimes invited her yummy-mummy friend Sue for a lesbian show for me and they both squirted oven my dick-pic. One time, they did a lesbo wet t-shirt with piss! Wow, that was kinky and fucking horny; I want to see that for real when I get back!
“Hi there my lover, I have a little something extra today. Get naked and grab your cock, you are in for a treat. You remember my husband, Pat, the one you fucked for me, well here he is with his friend Simon. Playtime boys. Enjoy, my lover, I am going to dildo myself whilst I watch.” Of course, I remember fucking Pat, now it was my turn to watch him being fucked – nice! The boys were naked and sporting impressive hard-ons; both were hairless apart from the obligatory bald head and beard that identified the Sydney Harbour bear community at that time. Their bodies were toned and hid their true age; twinks they were not but they could have passed as such. They wanked and sucked and fucked and fucked. I had thought Pat was a strict bottom, but he was versatile, they both were. Simon withdrew and both boys removed their condoms – cum time baby! It was Simon who wanked fast and furious before cumming all over Pat’s cock and going down on him to drink his own cum up to which Pat added his own load. Great show boys.
“Good morning. Anything to declare to Australian customs? Any organic products such as wood? Any animal products such as hides? Any food products of any kind but especially nuts?” I was back at Sydney airport the day after I left London via Dubai and Bangkok. Through passport control (no stamp this time which I thought was a shame) and through the green channel to the meet and greet throng. Leanne was waiting at the end of the line and leapt into my arms planting a huge kiss on me in a serious public display of affection. We barely spoke in the taxi, we just held each other tightly in partial disbelief that we were together again. Back to Darlinghurst but to a different apartment.
“Brunch can wait but I can’t and I suspect your blue balls can’t wait to explode.” Back to snogging and ripping clothes off! Leanne pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top; there was no time for foreplay and no need for it, I was rock hard and she was dripping wet. “Fuck me hard and fast and wildly. I need a real cock, your real cock; I am going to ride you like the wild stallion you are. Give it to me. Do it. Do me. Fuck me.” I didn’t have an option as she was doing most of the work! She rode me like she was riding a bucking bronco, gyrating her hips as I thrust into her, my cock reaching parts that it had not reached for six months. I reached forward and touched her clit intending to rub it as she rode me; the slightest of touches and she went berserk. Pussy juices gushed from her and covered my groin in its sweet stickiness, dribbling over my balls and across my perineum to my arse. Wet and wild!
I grabbed her hips as she continued to grind away. I needed to slow down and regain my composure before it was too late. We had this agreement that I would cum over her or in her mouth but never bareback into her pussy; I was on the verge of breaking that agreement. “Don’t slow down. Don’t stop now. I know what I want and I know what you want so fucking well go for it. Faster, not slower. Out of control not in control. I want you to cum inside me. Empty those heavy balls deep into my cunt. Cum hard so I can feel you filling me with your cream; so hard that it feels like you are pissing in my pussy. Do it. Do it. Creampie me for all you are worth.” With that, she leant back slightly and squeezed my balls. They exploded on command!
Leanne always did have an air of dominatrix about her. I got to like that, although I sometimes felt that I was being lazy just lying there whilst she did most of the work; actually when she tied me to the bed, I didn’t have much choice in the matter! We had sex at least twice a day for that first week and it was always different – Leanne is more Tutti Frutti than Vanilla...
Tranny Trivia and Harbour City Bears nights at Kinselas during the week and Palms Disco at the weekend gave us plenty of opportunities to mix and match as the ‘Straight Kids of Darlinghurst’ who like to play a bit when the mood takes them (as it often did).
“Foursome at Pat’s Tuesday from 8 pm.” Would I ever argue with Leanne, and would I ever give up the opportunity of sucking her husband off? “Pat and Simon are now an item, but they want you to join them for some MMM fun. I have said yes on your behalf because I know you would want to! There is a proviso though. I want to see you been fucked and I want you to be fucked in the arse by my husband whilst you fuck my pussy and suck off Simon. I knew you would agree!” I was speechless, but the thought of what was to be gave me an erection that Leanne soon took care of.
We actually met for cocktails at 7 pm just across the road from Pat’s apartment. It was nice to see him again and put a physical face to Simon’s video sex-line face. We chatted and relaxed, but didn’t stay long, we had some serious sex to get on with. The lift to the top floor of the apartment block was lined with mirrors – ‘does my bum look fuckable in this?’ The evening air was cool on the balcony, but the twinkling lights of Sydney made it a view worth savouring. Four glasses of the finest Ozzy sparkling rosé chinked in a toast: “Bottoms Up! Or should I say Up Your Bottoms…” Trust Leanne to lighten any mood and tell it like it is.
We retired to the bedroom with soft side lighting that made it possible to see what (or who) we were doing whilst still allowing the Sydney lights to be visible through the full-length glass window. Naked flesh was the way to go and the now normal consensual kiss to seal the agreement as to who was going to have sex with whom. I was the only one to kiss Leanne, not that the boys wanted to, they had moved on from any bi-sexual tendency.
“Go for it, boys, this is my night for a bit of voyeurism and a good long wank with my trusty Rabbit and friends. I want to see my husband fucking my boyfriend, and my boyfriend having the time of his life; and, lover boy, you get to finish me off if you have any strength left!” Does she ever stop giving orders? She ought to be a director in the porn film industry; maybe she is, I have never shopped shagging her long enough to ask.
We went for it. Snogging and fondling and wanking to start then an amazing double-headed blow job and some anal finger probing all around. Pat had ‘tutored’ me in preparation so I was douched as we all were, including Leanne: “If you are getting a clean arse then so am I”.
I had been down on Pat before and really wanted to see if Simon’s cock was any different; it was. Rather than tapering at the end, his was more bulbous; that gave a completely different feel in my mouth, not unpleasant just different – vive la difference! As I was kneeling and sucking Simon, Pat started to lube me up ready for action and my first real gay anal penetration. First a finger, then two fingers slid into me. He was good, very good; way better at anal fingering than his wife! With his other hand, he rolled on the fun and applied a bit more lube to his protected penis and my unprotected arse hole. Let the sodomy begin.
“Fuckin’ beautiful. That is a fuckin’ beautiful sight watching my husband slowly and gently buggering my lovely lover. Slow and not too deep, I want him back in one piece ready to service me.” Pat knew what he was doing and his penetration soon took on the rhythm of a satisfying fucking. Why had I never tried this before? Why had I been so reluctant to be taken up the dirt-box? I was being spit-roasted with my girlfriend watching. “I could wank all night to that if my Rampant Rabbit was fully charged or I had Sue here to eat me out. Great show boys, great show.”
I got to fuck Simon and I got to fuck Pat and I got to suck Pat and got to suck Simon and Leanne got to finger herself and fuck her rabbit. “Finale time boys. You have had your fun; playtime is over I want my man back inside me.” She knelt on all fours on the bed. “Lube me up lover boy, I want the joy of good anal that you have been having; I want you to fuck me up the bum whilst my husband fucks you up the bum.” Three arses in one session? What a night to remember this was turning out to be. I lubed her up and entered her slippery anus that sat temptingly close to her glorious pussy. “Oh yes, I get it now! This is lovely. Come on Pat don’t waste the opportunity, get stuck in.” I shoved as deep into Leanne as I could then withdrew slightly to allow Pat to enter me. Oh, fuck! This really was something else. It took a few strokes to synchronise, but once we did, then Pat and Leanne didn’t have to move; it was my thrusting that created the fucking for all three of us. Fast or slow it didn’t matter, all that mattered was that it worked very well for all of us. Watching his boyfriend fucking another man must have had an effect on Simon; the poor lad had been left to wank for himself even though I had had commands from Leanne to suck him off. He was the first to show his hand and placed his cock next to my mouth just in time. All I did was open my mouth and he shot his load all over my tongue. I quickly engulfed him as he continued to pulsate semen into my willing mouth. Yummy! Pat was the next to the pass; he speeded up his action then suddenly rammed forward and deeper into me forcing me to do the same to Leanne. The pulsing of his cock against my prostrate forced me to cum at the same time. Leanne was probably on her own agenda, she usually is!
OK, so now I am a versatile bi-sexual, no big deal. I still get most of my kicks with Leanne, but variety is the spice of life for both of us. The only thing that we have not done is fucked someone else of the opposite gender neither have we secretly cheated. We are honest and comfortable and in a weird sense lovingly loyal to each other. Long may it last.
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