Phone Sex

Phone sex operator
While watching the movie “Short Cuts” we were watching Briget Fonda doing phone sex while changing a baby’s diaper, and she remarked, “That would be so kool. I’d love to try that.” My enabling ears perked up, and after some searching on the internet I found a site where amateurs could sign on to do phone sex on their own schedules, and the calls were routed through the site so no one would know her real phone number. When I told her what I had found out she was intrigued, and wanted to try it. I had only one ground rule—no one offline, nothing going on that I didn’t know about.

So my wife became a phone sex operator, or a “phone whore” as she called it. "I'm having sex for money, what else would you call it?" she said. She was enjoying the hell out of it, staying horny when she would do it for an afternoon, but then feeling guilty, and hesitating to try it again until she go horny again and would go back at it. Some were quick hang ups, which she hated, some were weird, which she listened to, and some lit her up. There were a couple of guys that were very dom with her and she got off on that, but when I tried playing dom during a role play she said it was just too different, too close, with me. She couldn’t let go doing it.

The sex while she was doing this was unbelievable. The second line in our house would ring (the one set up for the phone sex incoming calls), I’d hear a pause, and then she come through the den heading up the stairs with a coy smirk on her face, her “I’m up to something hot” look.

Sometimes I could hear her screaming as she cums. Sometimes she cames back down from upstairs looking like she has been fucked for real, flushed face, mussed up hair, clothes half on. And sometimes she comes down, smiled from around the corner and says, “If you’re not doing anything come up here a minute.” When means some caller just got her started. I loved it.

When she first started I would quietly go into the bedroom where she was having phone sex with another guy and try to listen, or be in the room with her but she said me touching her (or fucking) while she was having phone sex with someone else broke her concentration and she couldn’t really enjoy it. So I contented myself with the follow-up, which was good enough.

There was one in particular guy that really got her off. He became a regular caller and he brought her along sexually in a lot of ways. He taught her how to get herself off with a g-spot orgasm, and she was soon squirting whenever she had a good orgasm. It opened her up even more.

I was grateful, and was even thinking that this guy should be invited for a real meeting in a neutral place sometime just as a way of saying thanks for getting her to that level of sexuality. But then the day came that I discovered that her favorite caller was calling her directly, not through the service, which violated every bit of trust and rules we had agreed to for the phoning. At my insistence she quit accepting calls from him and put him on the ignore button of the service. It was a big source of disagreement for quite a few days. I saw it as a betrayal. She didn't.

A couple of times a year we would leave the kids with family, go to some quiet isolated resort and fuck the weekend away without distractions. We would role play, take photos, video ourselves, and in general devote the time to ourselves and to our sex life. It was our getaway time.

A couple of months after I had discovered the back channel phoning she was doing behind my back, I thought we were beyond all that. I had brought my computer and she used my laptop on our trip to check her email. Later that day after sitting in the hot tub, getting drunk, and fucking the afternoon away I went to my laptop to clean out some files while she took a nap. She had left aol open to her account and and there I found a copy of her email to her regular phone sex guy, telling him how she was actually doing with me what they had role played over the phone.
This was a major setback on the trust issue.

Needless to say that also ended her career as a phone sex operator. All I wanted was for her to have some control over her own emotions. Obviously it was a lot to ask.

But it was one step closer to her becoming an official hot wife. Another inhibition had been broken down. Mentally she was over the hurdle of being guilty about considering sex with other men.

As I said this blog starts with the steps leading up to her being with other men. But I feel it is important to show how we got to that point--the steps and the stumbles along the way. The dishonesty I've just described was a step--and a setback. While I'm posting regularly, when we do get to current events this will not be a weekly post, as we just don't play that much--what I have described so far took place over several years. But if you follow it you will see that things will speed up quite a bit from this point forward.

Besides, I am getting impatient myself into getting into writing about when she actually does get her first BBC.