By: Curt B, Julie V.

Chapter Two – ‘Show and Tell’

It was gone midnight when I picked up the phone with a shaking (and sticky!) hand. I knew it was going to be Pam; she said that she would call as soon as she got back to her hotel.

“Hi honey, are you good?”

I ignored answering the question, I was just so relieved to hear her voice. “Baby, oh, wow, I’ve been so worried sitting here waiting for your call … wow, what a performance … are you OK .. was it rough?” I left my words in mid-air hoping she would tell me what she knew I was angling to hear.

“Honey, it was great. Could you hear OK? I tried to make certain that the phone was where you could listen. I hope I wasn’t being too crude or noisy but I know that that’s what you wanted to hear and, hey, wasn’t that a laugh when he realised that you were listening in?

“He really was joking that he was mad about it …. he said that it was always a kick to him to know that a husband was witnessing his wife being fucked by a black man. He said he knew that’s what a lot of white guys really wanted to see happening and he was always willing to oblige. Anyway, how are you, did you enjoy listening to everything that was going on at this end?”

I was almost at a loss of how to answer, she sounded as if she was asking her students to summarize a particular exercise or lesson that she had just presented in class! My sweet Pam never failed to surprise me.

“Uh, it was great … uh, it was just as I hoped it would be but I was just a tad worried that you might be in something too deep, something a little dangerous.”

She scoffed, “Oh Honey, you know that I wouldn’t do anything like that. I can take care of myself and, anyway, what you couldn’t know was that Shane was really in on the act and he was playing up to you. I might have had a little bit too much to drink but, believe me, I knew what I was doing and it helped knowing that you were at home getting yourself off listening; you were, weren’t you?”

“Ha, you better believe it. I think I filled that condom twice over and, do you know what, listening to your sweet voice telling me about is getting me riled up again and I might just have to do something about it ….” I let the suggestion of ‘something’ hang in air knowing that she knew what I suggesting was I would soon be stroking my erection; Pam so loves to see me wank and I knew that I had planted the picture in her mind. I went for broke, “Do you want to join me?”

“Mmm, nice idea but honey, my poor pussy has taken such a beating that I might just have to pass and just listen to you instead. You go ahead.”