Laci and Karl Have Phone Sex – Part II
 
This is part two of a two-part story. This is based on true events, as is the previous story, with some changes and a few embellishments. Constructive comments are welcome.
 
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Married for several years and in our 50s, my wife Laci and I have what I consider the perfect marriage.

She is both incredibly sexy, and addicted to sex. I love that about her. She’s also bisexual.

Laci had hooked up with a female friend, Shawna, at a hotel a few weeks earlier, and I got to listen to some of it by phone. She then arranged for the two of us to meet with Shawna and her husband, Jason, for an overnight foursome at a hotel.

But as luck would have it, an important business trip caused me to be out of town on the day we were to meet. It was a weekend seminar I could not avoid.

Laci (half-heartedly) wanted to cancel. But I knew her better than that.

I insisted the three of them go ahead with their plans without me.

It’s funny – I am fiercely protective of my wife, but I’m not the jealous type.

For example, a couple of months ago, I came for lunch from the office, just as the delivery guy was leaving our house. We get frequent deliveries at home, and the same young man – late twenties, Latin, tanned, and muscled — usually makes the deliveries in our area. Hector had a big grin on his face as he walked by me, and I knew why as soon as I walked in the door.

Laci had been teasing the poor guy for weeks, showing cleavage, making suggestive remarks, and generally creating a bulge in the front of Hector’s brown shorts. Laci often expressed an interest in seeing how far it might go, and I gave my blessing, of course.

I looked at my wife’s need for sex as a desire for a particular food. As mentioned earlier, we both would be perfectly satisfied with only each other as lovers, but it made little sense for me to deny Laci’s desires.

When I opened the door, Laci was topless, on her knees facing the front of the sofa. She had only panties on, and one hand was down inside them. The other was scooping up small splashes of whitish fluid from her cheeks. She was letting the gooey stuff drip from her fingers onto her talented tongue, but also using her other hand to bring a little of the slippery cum down her panties to smear onto her pussy.

I correctly assumed that the fluid was sperm that recently had been jetting from Hector’s cock. He could hardly be blamed, even if I wanted to. Laci is irresistible.

“I see you took a delivery today?” I asked, faking surprise.

“Oh, hey honey. Yes I did, and it was a very big load. I had trouble handling all of it, as you can tell. Plus, he’s huge, and that is a big plus, believe me. The only drawback was he had to leave before giving me even more.”

“I saw him getting into his truck. He was smiling. I think he’ll be back.”

She laughed, and continued to slurp up sperm. I walked over to the sofa, and Laci unzipped my pants.

“I know he will. Anyway, I am so glad you’re here so I don’t have to do this by myself. By the way, Hector wants to bring a couple of his buddies next time to, ummm, deliver even more stuff – if that’s okay with you that is.”

“You know it is,” I said in a bare whisper, as Laci spit on my now-hardened cock, letting her saliva and Hector’s cum provide the lubrication for her hand as she began pumping me. As the tip of my dick touched the back of her throat, I called the office and said I would be delayed.

About two months later, Hector made good on his promise, and brought three friends with him.