The Call1.Twelve weeks into my two-semester teaching gig in Italy, my phone rang at five AM. Half-asleep, I reached over and grabbed it from the bedside table, the ID said it was my wife. Although I answered the call with my thumb immediately, I had to groggily untangle it from the nest of cords and books and glasses…so it was a few seconds before I could get it to my ear. I could hear movement, regular rhythmic movement. “Hello?” More movement but no response. “Hello hello hello.” She had done this once or twice before while I was in Italy. Slipped her phone into her pocket as she went to walk the dog, then pocket-dialed me as she did. I thought I could recognize her breathing and imagined she was climbing the hill on Highland Street, our dog pulling her along faster than she wanted to go. “OK, honey,” I said loudly, “You’ve pocket dialed me again. This time in the middle of the night. Have a nice walk.”I hung up the phone and settled back into my nest of pillows to try to get another hour or two of sleep.The phone rang again. Now I really was irritated. “Hello? You really need to keep your phone in…”Lillith’s breathless voice was in my ear. “Sorry. I couldn’t talk at first. I’ve got a little surprise for you. Do you remember Grant from my office?” Here she gave a little moan.“I guess so…what’s going on?” I was sitting up in bed.“Oh…oh…he has an amazing tongue. He’s eating me right now. I…oh that’s good…I wanted you to know. You said it was OK as long as I told you.”We HAD talked about her taking a lover while I was gone. Or I had. She was suspicious of the idea. Imagining it was really a way to justify ME taking a lover in Italy…or https://escortium.org something I would hold over her head if she admitted it turned her on. It turned ME on, though, a great deal. This was her way of pretending, for my sake, that she had changed her mind.“Har-dee-har-har. I’m seriously turned on, but we need to arrange the times better so I’m ready…”“You think I’m playing with you.” She turned her voice away from the phone. “Grant, say hello to my husband…” The phone was jostled then a man’s voice came on.“Your wife’s pussy is so wet and it tastes so great. She sucked my cock in the car on the way here and I’m glad to return the favor.”My heart jumped into my throat (and my cock instantly went hard). Lillith’s voice came on the line. “Do you want to hear him fuck me?”Although there was a liquid current of jealousy and fear slithering around my stomach, the arousal was FAR more powerful. “Yes, I do. But you have to tell me everything.”“Oh, I will.”She described, sometimes in minute detail, how he spread her legs and thrust into her for several minutes before he pulled out. She held the phone next to her face as she noisily bobbed her head on his cock. Then, she talked me through it as she straddled him and he buried his face in her tits as he thrust from beneath her. By the time they were almost through, I was ready to explode on my end of the phone. In fact, I did.They finished too, with much groaning and gasping. Finally, Lillith came on the phone sounding much more like her usual self. “I’m going to hang up so we can clean up and I can see Grant out,” she said, excitedly. “If you call me later, I’ll tell you how the whole thing happened.”“And honey,” she added, “I love you more than anything and anyone in the world.”And I knew she did.2.She called back later to fill me in on what had happened. Her company was far too cheap to offer a holiday party. Nevertheless, when one of her coworkers, Anne, announced she was retiring after Thanksgiving, a bunch of people from work decided to take her out for drinks. Gradually, Anne’s retirement party merged into a holiday party. Someone even set up a Secret Santa exchange. In our little town, most of the bars are for college students, so the group decided to go north a few miles to a town known for its skiing…and, of course, bars. Lillith often declined these sort of offers–some of her co-workers partied a little harder than Lillith was used to–but I had been gone more than three months (with six more to go) and I had made her promise to socialize in the long winter months to avoid depression. Since her friend Karen lived two towns South of us, she offered to pick up and drop off Lillith on the way. Lillith came home and changed out of her work clothes, excited that she would have a designated driver and could enjoy a few glasses of wine with friends. She opened a bottle at home, with dinner, and had already had a couple of glasses when Karen picked her up. Up here, when middle-aged people have an excuse to celebrate something in the dead of winter, they often party hard. Even so, the roads were a little slick that night and many decided to stay home. As a result, there were only 20 or so people there to congratulate Anne and exchange gifts. The Inn actually has several bars under the same sprawling roof. A sort of pub room with low ceilings and exposed beams, a restaurant bar where people can eat or wait for a table to open, and a function room with a dance floor and another bar that is sometimes closed off for weddings and such. Tonight, they were all open because the bar was crowded with skiers. So while Anne and her husband and her closest friends were ensconced in the restaurant bar, the rest of the party soon scattered into smaller groups around the facility as booths and tables opened up. Lillith and Karen found themselves squeezed into the back of a booth in the pub with three others from the office. Squeezed right next to Lillith was Grant. Grant wasn’t exactly new to the office–he had worked there for a couple of years–but he worked in a different department and it was only recently that they had found themselves on a committee together and gotten to know each other’s names. Lillith had described him to me as about our age or a bit younger, tall, blue-eyed, with a reddish beard. She had her hand on my cock as she described him after that first committee meeting. Her eyes were very mischievous as she squeezed it. “I’m putting him on the list.”The list was a game we had been playing for a long time. It was my fantasy to see Lillith with me AND another man. Years ago, we had started fantasizing about who the other man would be. At first, I tended to supply the names and Lillith agreed (or not). But in recent years, she was the one to suggest names more often. And whereas I had supplied names of people that we both knew, she was more likely to name people that I had never met. I loved it. I trusted her completely, but it was exciting to know that she was fantasizing about someone other than me–she seemed wilder, more unpredictable.