Your wife is out of town for a few days when your old friend Michelle reaches out to you. You haven’t spoken to her in ages, your relationship with her is now relegated to looking at each other’s social media posts and maybe dropping an occasional comment to one another. The last time you spoke to her she was 31 years old, dancing for tips, and still doing the same free-spirited things you did when you were 20 and studying for final exams. She’s still very attractive; if you were single, you’d love to date her. But that wasn’t on the table back then, and now that you’re sentenced to marriage without parole, it’s not now either. However, now is when she is calling you…

Michelle and a friend of hers are going to be in town for an evening and she wants to know if you would let them crash for a night at your place. You’re a bit hesitant, as you know your wife would definitely not be down with it. But since you know that nothing is going to happen, you decide that what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her and you agree to let them stay.

The day arrives and Michelle’s car pulls up two hours later than she said she would be arriving. You’re already a little ill at ease because not being prompt is vintage Michelle. But there’s no turning back now. She steps out of the car, which you see from your house window. You decide to let her ring the doorbell and let on that you’re staring outside when the passenger side door opens and out walks a buxom piece of ass that immediately ignites the engine in your balls.

As you come out to greet us, Michelle shouts out your name and runs towards you, throwing her arms around you. You stare at me walking behind her as the two of you embrace. “This is my friend, Ashlee,” she says. I just smile at you and extend my hand with a simple “Hello.”  Michelle explains that we used to work together years ago.

We come inside and make small talk for a little while, Michelle noticing that your eyes are glued on me. She expected it and doesn’t seem to mind. Michelle looks great for her age but is not in the same league as me. After about 15 minutes she explains that they need to take off to take care of some business but assures you they’ll be back in time to go out for dinner. “That’d be great!” you exclaim, your mind racing with being able to spend time with us.

Later that night the three of us are eating dinner, enjoying our visit when Michelle taps me on the hand and motions towards the bar. I excuse myself and saunter into the bar and sit down next to a handsome well-dressed man wearing a wedding ring. Michelle explains to you that “Ashlee” loves the challenge of engaging a married man. She tells you that we used to have contests to see who could get an attached man to buy us a drink and ask for our number the fastest (yours truly won every time). Needless to say, the drinks were on Michelle for the remainder of the evening every single time we went out.

When I return to the table I ask, “So Michelle, did you explain to my new friend what I just did?” You love being called “my new friend,” but not as much as the wink and sexy smile I give you. From there I ask you if you’ve ever cheated on your wife like the guy at the bar just wanted to. You admit that you’ve thought about it but would never go through with it. “Not even a lap dance at a bachelor party?”

To this, you reply, “Well sure, but that’s not really cheating.”

To be continued…

There are many ways to say, “I want you”. You can do it with protestations of love, of how you’d climb any mountain to be with me, swim any ocean, slay a thousand dragons. You can shower me with gifts and tell me how badly you want to strangle your cock when you hear my voice.

However, I hope you realize that I want you just as badly. I work my magic by summoning my innate powers of seduction in a way only you inspire. You’ve commented on how horny my voice gets you, and while it is naturally sexy, it’s only when I want you back that I intrinsically become turned on. I’ve been told many times that the cadence in my voice becomes undeniably hypnotic when my juices begin to flow; I believe this photo perfectly captures that I am confident I have you and have successfully conveyed how much I want you too.

They say love conquers all, but I think my power over you is something greater than that. We don’t have a word for it because you and I have an unspoken connection.

There’s an urgent need that moves through your body when you are craving phone sex with me.

In fact, you have that frenzied feeling right now.

Call me, I’ll empty your balls spectacularly.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what it is about me that has such a strong hold over you. My voice is quite an experience in itself. But it’s more. I thought about us, our relationship, why it works, and how it could be even better. And that’s when it occurred to me that it’s less about me and more about you and your desires. You need to feel the heat. You know exactly what I mean (even if I could never quite articulate it in a single blog entry).

Once upon a time, before she devolved, your girl made you hot. She brought the fire that inspired your balls. It was amazing. So amazing that you made her yours. It also gave her mastery over your balls. That was okay at the time. But when was the last time she kissed you on the neck and whispered in your ear that she wants to make love to your balls with her wet mouth? When was the last time you even hoped she would say something like that to you?
Every woman can ignite a fire. The power of a pussy, the magical ability to take over your mind through your cock is something even your significant other once possessed. The beguiling scent of a woman is arousing, to say the least. However, any scent that escapes her body these days is more likely to extinguish any lust-filled spark you may still have. That’s where I come in.

The circumstance of your situation is that unfortunately, it’s not enough for you to be willing to roll up your sleeves and decide to improve things. She must be on board too. You cannot shed pounds from her lumpy body for her. You certainly can’t wish away her frown lines or eliminate the smells emanating from her less-than-enchanting body. She’s steadily become less attractive each year. Meanwhile, the passion you’ve felt for me has grown steadily, likely in direct correspondence with her descent into perpetual doom. The further you get away from remembering what it felt like when things were hot, the more you need to find another source of heat. I am that for you.

You deserve to feel some wildfire burning in your loins. I’ll bet you work way harder today versus back in the day when she rewarded you like a king. Perhaps she was just front-loading her end of the bargain? Regardless, as someone who cares about you and enjoys being intimate with you, I am asking you not to condemn yourself to any sort of guilt over feeling unfulfilled. She represented a promise that I am now keeping.

Each time you decide today is going to be a day in which you call me, everything else around you will become different. You now have something exciting and explosive to look forward to, because in the scheme of things, everything except your upcoming call with me means less. You know that once you hear my voice, all your cares will melt away. When your cock is out, the sounds of me, of us, ringing out, will take you to a euphoric place that you’ll never want to leave. This makes your workday just a tad more tolerable.

I like that the moments when I realize that you had been stressed, tired, and overwhelmed, but I’ve been able to breathe new life into you. Nothing turns me on more than knowing I’m the one you want. You grip that powerful erection with your right hand. Squeeze it tight and feel a sensation that makes you thrilled to be alive. You stroke that cock like it’s your job. I conjure images of me straddling you, my legs resting on your hips as I bounce up and down on you, riding you until we are just losing our will and answering to instinct.

I squeeze my thighs together, then my pussy muscles follow. You moan loudly that you want me, that you need me, that, that, that—but you don’t need to say anything more. I know where you are now because I brought you there. Your mind is on fire, your cock is fucking me, and then “Oh God, Ashlee, oh God!!”

By now, whether you know it or not, your balls are working for me.

Call me, my love.

Let’s gather some kindling, build a fire in your balls, and then empty them.

“Dinner was delicious. Thank you, babe. I really love this place. Thank you for taking me here.” I know my gratitude was bittersweet because as much you like being out to dinner with me and seen with me around your arm when you’re out and about, leaving your home felt like an excursion.

When I arrived at your house, sporting sunglasses, a string bikini top, and denim shorts that showcased the curve of my right ass cheek, you didn’t want to go anywhere except upstairs to your bedroom. I saw how crazed you had become just by how your eyes were glued to my chest. I enjoy teasing you, which is why I pretended to beg you to take me out after our swim. “Come on babe. Let’s go out for sushi.”

Early on at the restaurant, when I ordered a drink and told the waiter we needed a few minutes I could see the frustration in your face. You were hoping for us to be just in and out (pun very much intended). Alas, the best things in life cum to those good boys who wait. An hour later, dinner has concluded when I requested a dessert menu. I reach for your leg and grip your hard cock through your pants, pressing it between my hand and your thigh. I figure playing with you like this will serve to keep you at bay a while longer while also further working you into a lustful and ravenous frenzy. I know you and I know my powers over you!

All throughout dessert, I can see you staring at my matcha green tea ice cream, silently cheering for me to finish it faster. I take my time, knowing full well what it’s doing to you. Finally, I take the last bite and announce that I need to visit the Ladies’ Room. You sigh, thinking to yourself “Of course she does.”

On the car ride home, I pretend not to notice how fast you’re driving when I ask, “Hey babe. Why don’t we stop over at—” but you cut me off, apologizing for doing so, then pleading with me to have mercy on you.

“Oh, are you anxious to get home? I thought we might enjoy each other’s company a bit longer before you drop me off.” Suddenly the prospect of not getting to fuck me at all tonight hits you like a ton of bricks. You sit there in stunned silence as you try to focus on the road.

I can see the bulge in your pants pulsate a few times before starting to contract. I let you stew for about thirty seconds before I reach over and massage it back to life. “I’m just kidding you, babe. I do want to enjoy your company a bit longer tonight. Just the three of us.” You look at me pleased but perplexed, then realize that the third person I was referring to was your third leg. I instruct you to slow down. You do as you are told. I turn on some smooth jazz and we spend the rest of the drive with my hand squeezing your achingly hard cock through your slacks.

When we step inside of your house you tear open your shirt, the buttons flying off in all sorts of directions. I reach down and find your cock stabbing through your pants. You begin to unbuckle your belt when I tell you in an authoritative tone that you are to do nothing of the sort. “The pants stay on my dear.” Before you can protest, I continue “If you think this is going to work any way other than as directed by me and at my pace, then I’ll just leave now”.

“That’s not necessary, Ashlee. Whatever you say. I’ll do anything you say. Just please don’t leave,” you plead. But you know that I love it when you show your vulnerability to me. Your rightful place is under my thumb.

I sit you down on the couch, your pants still on as I step to my knees and spread your legs. I squeeze your cock through the fabric and can feel that it’s harder than metal. Instead of taking it out and plunging it down my throat, I press on it with my wrist, pitting it up against your inner thigh. I continue that for a couple of minutes, edging you closer and closer to climax with just my small wrist. “Ashlee, please. You’re killing me. I need to cum. I need to cum badly!”

“Okay, babe. I’ll make you cum now. You can pull your pants down.” You scurry to pull your pants to your ankles. I scoop up your balls with one hand and stare at how huge they are. “Oh, babe. Are these full for me? Did you get all filled up just for me?”
“Please, Ashlee! I’m begging you.”

Seeing how horny I made you, how hard your cock is, how ravenous you are to cum, I hoist myself on top of you and slide down on you, your cock penetrating my pussy like a knife through lukewarm butter. I bounce up and down on you for about ten seconds when “Holy shit holy shit holy shiiiiiiiiii…”

The best things in life cum to he who waits.

I think you’ve waited long enough.

Don’t you?

Time for you to cum!