Anal Phone Sex – Carly Catches Her Man – Part 1

What happens when you come home from a business trip to find your man in a compromising position?  Anal phone sex. That’s what happens.

“Ladies and gentleman, thank you for flying with us today, we hope you had a great trip and have a pleasant rest of your evening,” the flight attendant’s voice filled the cabin as I popped out of my seat and reached for my carry-on.

I tried not to make it look like I was sprinting off of the plane, but really I was. We’d been apart for way too long, and I was eager to get home. I was supposed to arrive home tomorrow, but I managed to squeeze tomorrow’s meeting to this afternoon, and paid an exorbitant change fee so that I arrived back in Atlanta tonight.

I made it to my car by 9:30 and picked up my cell phone to call him. He’d be so happy to see me early, but I really wanted to surprise him. Slip in, see him reading in bed and then jump him. So I put the cell phone down and navigated my way through the little traffic there was on Friday evening.

I pulled up to our townhouse and shut off the car.

I slipped in as quietly as I could and walked up to the main level. All of the lights were out, it was clear he had gone upstairs for the evening. I set down my bag and left my suitcase in the hallway and started walking up the stairs to the third floor and our bedroom.

As I was going up the stairs I heard music coming from the bedroom, the kind you heard at that cool bar  you and your friends go to try and feel like you’re one of the cool cats in the city. melodic music, but more for the background and not for dancing, you’ve heard it before I know. Anyone who’s been to a lounge or relaxed type club in the last five years has. It is music that I like, but not something he usually listens to. It’s usually on when we’re getting it on to be honest. Not his typical reading music for sure.

I finish my ascent and walk down the hallway to our bedroom.

The door is mostly open and I can see the light spilling out from the room. The music is getting louder as well. I step into the doorway and I nearly come in my pants right there. My gorgeous husband is on our bed, astride our purple Liberator Pulse and fucking himself silly.

He clearly hasn’t heard me come in and I step back from the doorway a bit. I’m now in the shadows of the hallway, but still have a great view of what’s going on. I know that he masturbates sometimes, what person doesn’t, but anytime I’ve tried to talk to him about it, he makes it seem like it’s more of a medicinal process, something to relieve the tension, rather than an erotic act of self-love. from the looks of things, he was having an amazing evening.

He moans as I stand there, that familiar tone that I hear as his orgasm is building deep within him. I’m still shocked and can’t take my eyes off of him. He’s on the bed, riding the Pulse with what looks like my favorite dildo sliding in and out of him. It’s not incredibly long, but it’s thick and I always love the full feeling I get with it.

He was actually riding MY toy. And enjoying it!

I hope you’ve liked part 1 of my anal phone sex story.  Make sure you come back for part 2 of this sexy story on Wednesday. If you can’t wait until then, you can purchase my audio blog to hear this anal phone sex story in my sexy voice.

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