It was her idea.
She called me first - not him.
“I’ve got a favour to ask,” she said. “My husband’s a good man… but he needs putting in his place. I want you to take control of him.”
That got my attention.
“Is he into this?” I asked.
“Oh,” she laughed. “He doesn’t know I’m on the line yet.”
Then I heard a rustle. She passed the phone over and whispered, “Just follow your instincts. He’s all yours.”
I heard his voice - a bit confused, a little flustered - and I slipped straight into it.
“Hi there,” I said firmly. “I’m your wife’s little surprise. And you’re going to be a good boy and do exactly what I tell you.”
His breath caught.
“You’ve been getting a bit lazy, haven’t you?” I continued. “Neglecting her. Taking her for granted. That ends now.”
I could hear the wife giggling softly in the background. She was loving every second of this.
So was I.
I told him to kneel. To stroke. To listen as I described in filthy detail what I’d do to his wife - how I’d pin her down, make her beg, leave her ruined and shaking before she even got to touch him.
He whimpered. I told him he wasn’t allowed to come. Not unless I said so.
“Do you want her to watch?” I asked. “Do you want her to see you fall apart for another woman’s voice?”
“Yes,” he gasped. “Please…”
And when I finally gave him permission, they both moaned. Together.
It was raw. Real. Like they’d been waiting for this release for years.
Afterwards, she took the phone back.
“That was perfect,” she said, breathless. “Same time next week?”