Phone Fucked By My Husband's BF

Devin was away on business, leaving me alone in our massive home; bored. I lounged around the balcony for a while, twiddling my thumbs. I hated that he would work in Dubai for three months of the year. Was I left here to tend to the plants? Heck, we were so rich that we had a live-in gardener.

I had binged everything on all streaming apps and I was driving myself crazy. Until the phone rang. The ominous ringing had made me jump in excitement. Finally some fucking company. I would stay on that phone for hours even it it was telesales. I husked my voice waiting for the initial 'hello' to bellow through the speaker.

"Devin, you bastard. Sending me those hookers. They were bloody wild. I hate being married. Looking but no touch?" It sounded like Devin's best friend.

"Devin got you hookers?" I screeched, my sexy husk replaced with hysteria.

"Amaya? Fuck. Devin isn't home? Where is the bastard?" His voice rose in pitch, matching mine.

"Urm, he's in Dubai. Didn't he tell you?" I asked him, surprised.

"Oh yeah! That's where the fucker is. Well, he's left me with some blue balls." Laksh was slurring at this point, probably coming down from a night out.

"Laksh, you know you're talking to me. Amaya." I pointed.

"Yeahhhhh and I'm telling you that your husband has left me hard and helpless." his voice now croaked. A husk festering within him.

"What exactly can I do about that?" my tone was direct. I sat on the brocade chaise lounge. The gold and pink matching my purple silk robe. The lilac enigma Wisteria hanging, swaying in the breeze.

"Well what are you doing right now?" Laksh drawled. His southern accent peaking through.

I twirled my hair around my finger, smirking at his bravery. I was his best friend's wife. He was the best man at our wedding!

"Well, Laksh, I'm laying in Devin's office bored out of my mind. What are YOU doing?" I enquired, wondering why he hadn't said he'd call Devin directly.

"Well I'm on my balcony. Miami beach is beautiful. Although it's little warm, so I'm not wearing much." Was he hinting something to me?

"Laksh, shall I ask Devin to call you back? Do you need anything?" I was losing patience. Why was he wasting his time and mine?

"Amaya, sit on the fucking phone with me and talk. We never get to catch up. Plus, you have this sexy phone voice. It's turning me on a little." I laughed.

Devin and Laksh were raised in Texas, their parents moved from India in hopes of a better life. Both families went into business together and now they own one of the biggest brewery brand in the United States.

"You're drunk. Go to sleep. It sounds like you've been up partying all night. I told you to get your marriage arranged from India so you can stop acting like a--" I began rambling, feeling uncomfortable from his comment.

"Amaya, what are YOU wearing?" he interrupted.

"Err, the lilac robe. Was it your mom who bought that for me?" I speculate.

"It was me." His tone was nonchalant.

"YOU bought me a sexy silk robe?" it was my turn to laugh aloud.

"Yes, Amaya. I wanted you to feel sexy when Devin goes away for his business trips. I know how it impacts you." His voice was sincere now, and my heart swelled a little for Laksh.

"Well it's a lovely robe. Thank you." I smiled into the phone. My legs spreading wider.

"What you wearing under it?" Laksh smirked into the phone. His voice lowering a semi-tone.

"Nothing." I whispered.

"Good. I bet you look angelic," he cooed on the phone.

Goosebumps erupted all over my body. It had been a while since someone had spoken to me like that. Devin ignored every chance of intimacy and I was left feeling unwanted. I untied my robe and my naked body lay under the arched windows of Devin's office. The sun encouraging my behaviour as it bestowed its heat upon my naked pussy.

"I really do. I'm basking in the sun. I look golden," I whispered. A little gasp escaping my lips.

"Good, now let my Goddess feel the pleasure of my words," he instructed.

"Mhmm. I want you to take your cock out." I was feeling brave.

"It's already out. I'm hard, bunny. I'm stroking my cock whilst listening to your voice," his voice no longer benevolent.

"Yes, I'm so wet." I rub my clit slowly. Letting the sun in on our dirty little secret.

"If I was there right now, my hand would be around your neck. My tongue intertwining to yours," he gasps.

"If you were here right now, I'd want you in-between my legs. Neck kisses, biting me. Whilst you...Oh my...Whilst your fingers tease my clit," I gasp.

My fingers rubbed circles around my clit, spreading the wetness around my lips. My nipples were hard, and resultantly leaving my pussy for my nipples. I pinched each one, hard. Going back to my pussy, I was eager to push a finger inside of me. However, Laksh was in-control of my pleasure.

"Put your index finger in your mouth and wet it for me," he demanded. His voice rushed and filled with gravel.

I did as he instructed ensuring that my index and middle finger were coated. I wanted both of my fingers inside of me, this innocent man thought one would be sufficient. Wait till he comes over and then I can show him my personal collection of toys. I trailed my wet fingers in-between my cleavage, cooling my desire ever so slightly.

"What are you thinking? If I was there what would you have me do?" I gasped, as the fingers found their way to my throbbing clit.

"If you were here, I'd have you on my balcony, legs spread and my tongue will be drawing those circles that you so love doing," he started.

"Then, I'll bend you over my balcony, begin fingering your soaked pussy. Get you ready for my length. FUCK Amaya, this is getting me so turned on, I don't think I could last any longer." The fantasy he had built in my head took over and I no longer could see Laksh as Devin's best friend, but my lover. My partner-in-crime.

I continued for him, "Then I'd need you to spread my legs wide, pull on my hair. Hard. Then tease your cock inside of me, leave me begging for more. Let me admire the view and enjoy the breeze, then without me expecting anything, drill your cock into me."

"Oh Amaya, you're going to make me cum so quickly. You're such a minx." Laksh was close, I could hear the shallow breathing and I pushed both fingers inside of me, earning a yelp to escape my lips. I didn't care for him to tell me when I could plunge into ecstasy.

"Fuck, put the phone near your pussy and finger yourself. I want to hear how wet I make you. When I've pushed my big cock inside of your tight cunt, I want you to be grateful because I'm treating you like a princess. I'll push your head down so I can fit all of me inside of you." Laksh's voice rose as he tried to suppress his moan.

I didn't say anything after this, as my phone was now placed on the side of the chaise lounge. Both fingers pushed in and out of me hungrily. I couldn't stop, knowing that he was on the other side of the line, thinking about me. The phone was on speaker and I could hear his jagged breaths paired with the wet pumps. The pre-cum acting as his lube.

"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Laksh had exclaimed, but it was from the pleasure.

"Fucking moan loud, Amaya. I need to hear how much you're enjoying this." Laksh demanded, his voice authoritative, sexy.

This activity was wanton, illegal and it drove me even crazier. My two fingers now pushing into the furthest part of me possible, wishing it was Laksh's cock.

"I wish it was you inside of me right now." I cried.

"I am inside of you, all eight inches of me. Fuck yourself hard, Amaya; I'm really close." Laksh was desperate.

"Fuck Laskh, oh my...Fuck." I screamed.

Laksh had also finished, his dark and husky tones reverberated around Devin's office. Leaving me to feel a more intense orgasm than I'd never felt before. I could hear the hot spurts erupting from Laksh and how crazy it had driven him. Moans and groans kept echoing as we both harmonised in our release.

My legs vibrated and gripped my toes on the edge of the chaise, my wetness pooled across the mulberry silk. I'm going to have to get that professionally cleaned.

"God I love your husband. If it weren't for those hookers..." he trailed.

"Are you still coming to dinner when Devin gets back next week?" I queried, trying to normalise what we had done.

"Yes, wear the dress I send for you Amaya, it will be lilac." Laksh purred.

Just like that, he hung up the phone; leaving me basking in the sun with an unforgettable orgasm.