"So you're saying he was a good lay?" Ben sounded both incredulous and amused.
"Yes, he was a good lay, he knew what he was doing. I was impressed." Grace twirled the phone cord around her finger as she talked.
"I'm shocked. But the real question is, did he do it like I do?"
"Shit. Nobody does it like you do, Ben."
"You mean that?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"You're making me hard."
"You horn dog!" Grace cried, laughing. "Didn't I just fuck you a few days ago?"
He laughed with her. "Yeah, but you've had sex since then. I don't have sex with anyone but you anymore."
"Wow, Monica still isn't putting out?"
"Honey, I told you. She hasn't been interested in sex for years. Before you and I started messing around I was going nuts from lack of sex."
Grace let out a long guttural noise, which resembled both a sigh and a groan. "I guess we don't want to have that why-haven't-you-left-her discussion right now, do we?"
"No, we really don't. Mostly because I don't have an answer. I have no idea why I'm still here, other than the kids. If it came down to it, though, honestly, I wouldn't leave; I'd throw her out." Ben sighed. Then with a chuckle he said, "I can't figure how she hasn't found out about us yet, unless she's having a fling of her own."
"Yeah, well, there's not much to know about us, though, is there?" she asked. "We're fucking, that's about it."
There was a brief pause on Ben's end of the line. "You never know, I guess. But we were talking about Sydney the Love Machine, weren't we?"
Grace burst into hysterics, almost dropping the phone. "Love Machine!" she cried, howling with her laughter. "Oh boy...now that's funny shit."
Ben laughed, too. "So he was good, so what? Tell me about it."
"It was good," she said, flopping back onto her bed, nestling in the pillows. "A little brief, and not much foreplay, but I didn't want to give him a chance to change his mind, so I kind of directed his attention where it mattered."
"Right, right. And you were wearing one of those damn skirts, weren't you?"
"You bet. Your favorite one, too. That little jeans miniskirt with the chain belt."
"Ooh, I do love that one. What did he do with it?"
"Are you jerking off?"
"I will if you give me something to jerk off to!" he snapped playfully.
She giggled. "He...pulled the skirt up, over my ass..." she slipped her hand inside her panties, rubbing herself in the memory of Professor Hargrove's cock nudging her ass cheek before he slipped inside her.
"And what was under it?" Ben whispered. His breathing was quickened, making her think he was probably stroking himself as he listened.
"I was wearing my black satin thong..."
"The one I almost tore in half?"
She giggled. "Yeah."
"Then what happened?"
"He bent me over the desk in his office and took my panties down, around my knees...he started fingering me, getting me ready for him..." She slipped her own fingers into her pussy as she talked, pushing on her G-spot with just the right amount of pressure.
Ben's voice had dropped to a whisper, and she could tell by its force and tone that he was working himself close to a climax. "Then what?" he said.
"Then he slid his cock in my pussy..." She pushed a little harder on her spot.
"Did he stretch it out like I do?"
"Yes, he did, I could feel him splitting me open..."
"God, that makes a great mental picture...you getting fucked, bent over a desk with your skirt around your waist and your panties around your knees..."
"You should have been there," she whispered.
"I wish I had been," he croaked, and then abruptly he squeaked, "Grace..."
"Whatβ"
"I'm cumming," he grunted, and then she heard him muffle his own moan of pleasure, clamping his mouth shut. She visualized him jerking off as she listened to him cum, doubling the speed of her assault on her G-spot.
"Ben, I'm gonna cum, too," she said breathlessly.
"Let me hear you," he whispered. "Let me hear you scream."