Forced Phone Sex Roleplay With My Wife

**Leanne opens up and share some of her darkest, naughtiest fantasies with hubby over the phone**

My wife, Leanne, and I were married for about three years now. Prior to that, we’ve been dating for a few years before we tied the knot.

Leanne was what I’d say, extremely sexually compatible with me. Sex wasn’t everything in life, but it was damn important, in my opinion. Would I say we’re a kinky couple? Nothing too crazy. It was just hot and passionate.

Until we tried something off the damn charts.

I was a builder by trade, and I made good money being subcontracted by other firms to do specialist jobs. I liked to make sure Leanne had anything she wanted. The catch was, I was sent all over the country, often away from home for weeks at a time.

That obviously put a dent in our sex life.

However, Leanne was totally understanding, and we spiced things up in however way we could.

I’d go to work, sometimes get naughty pictures from her to keep me going, or to just tease me, or sometimes both. We had plenty of phone sex and watched each other masturbate over Skyppe. One thing we got off on was finding our boundaries. Due to the lack of physical closeness, knowing what your partner was into, the deepest, darkest secrets was an aphrodisiac in its own right- that is, if you could handle it.

I trust my wife implicitly. Nothing about her past or her kinks would put me off her. My only fear is finding something she was into and not being able to satisfy her.

So, we got into one of these naughty phone sex sessions, her back home on the bed, and me in a shitty hotel room they put us up for the week.

“So tell me something really out there,” I breathed, watching her lay on our bed in a sexy little nighty that accented the curves of her hips and full round breasts.

“You promise not to judge me?”

“Babe, when I have I ever judged you?” I chuckled. “I was even cool with you fantasizing about having a threesome with the lads.”

That was true. We never acted on it, but when she felt extremely slutty, she confessed to the idea of being used by two of my mates. We haven’t done it- too much fallout if that ever happened, but the fantasy was hot for her. And me.

I watched as she bit her lip. “There is this one thing… But I’m scared to say it out loud…”

“Try me,” I said, my heart beating hard, anticipating what it could be that was so extreme.

“The other night, I masturbated to the thought of being taken by a stranger.”

“Yeah?” I said, stroking my cock. “That’s not so crazy.”

“… but I didn’t want it. But he didn’t give me a choice…”

“Oh.”

“It was just a silly fantasy!” she quickly added. “I wouldn’t want that to happen for real.”

A heavy silence hung between us over the line, 300 miles between us.

“Babe?” she eventually asked, the silence making her uncomfortable.

“Just thinking,” I said.

“Sorry.”

“No, don’t be, Leanne. Seriously. I’m just processing.”

Mentally, I scrambled. I saw the worry in her face, that she stepped over to something that she wished she didn’t.

“I just… It’s totally not you,” I smiled. “Just the thought of it, of you being hurt like that. God, I don’t like the image, yet at the same time, it’s really fucking hot.”

“Yeah?”

I panned the camera down and showed her how hard I was.

“Wow,” she breathed.

“Yeah.