The sexiest voice I have ever heard said, “Hi there, beautiful.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my heart thumping rhythmically beneath my shirt. Ty’s voice sounded better than I could have imagined, and I had to sit down. I was almost hoping he’d have some weird, high-pitched voice so I could stop being so drawn to him. No such luck. Just the thought of him and the sound of his voice made me lick my lips.
“Hi, Ty,” I said when I finally gained my composure again.
“Did you have a good weekend?” he asked.
“Yeah, nothing too exciting. Just the usual, went to the park with my daughter, did yoga, ran some errands. I love your voice, Ty. It’s smooth and deep. You should be on the radio.”
His laughter was music to my ears. “Funny, I hear that all the time. Thanks, beautiful. I love hearing your voice too. I can just imagine your voice after I make you scream.”
“Have I mentioned that I am really loud?”
“Ha ha. No, you haven’t, beautiful. Do you think you could be quiet while I banged you in my office?”
“No way!” I answered emphatically. I was loud in and out of the bedroom.
“Good, because I want you to be loud, to scream with all the pleasure I’m going to give you.”
Our online chemistry definitely translated to the phone. I did my best to ignore the throbbing between my legs. “So tell me more about yourself, Ty. Where did you grow up? Where did you go to school?”
“I grew up in East L.A. and went to USC on a football scholarship. Now I work as a pharmaceutical rep.”
“I bet all the doctors, nurses, and office staff love you. You flirt with them all, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course I flirt with them all.” He laughed deeply and I loved the sound. “But I don’t want to talk about them. I’m dying to get my hands on you, Julia. You’re everything a guy like me is looking for. You’re hot, sexy, and funny.”
“And you’re smart, charming, and gorgeous. Where were you fifteen years ago?”
“I don’t know, but I’m here now.”
We both laughed at the same time again.
“Ever since we met, you’ve been all I can think about, Julia. I'm dying to feel those beautiful lips of yours. I bet you're an amazing kisser, passionate and deep.”
“Yes and more yes. Tell me more, Ty.”
“What are you wearing, sugar lips? Are you wet?”
“I’m soaked and I’m wearing a thong and a little see-through night shirt.”
“Mmm . . . that sounds sexy. I’m going to stroke myself tonight thinking about you lying there in your skimpy thong.”
“That’s hot, Ty. How often do you masturbate?”
“It’s hard to say, really. But I get off at least once a day, one way or another.”
“I’m not surprised since you’re such a sex fiend.”
Ty laughed at my comment. “So Julia, how often do you take care of yourself?”
“I don’t know, maybe once or twice a week, and we have sex about once a week.”
“Shit, that’s it?” Tyrone sounded surprised.
“Yes, that’s it. Believe me I wish it was more.”
“Darling, no matter what, you should have at least one orgasm a day.”
“Ha ha! Is that a fact, Dr. Ty?”
“Yes, it’s a medical necessity. I'm going to write you a prescription for getting banged once a day. By me.”
I got tingly just thinking of that. “That’s some medicine I could get used to.”
“Julia, once we unleash this, there is no way I’ll be able to go a whole week without having my hands all over your hot body.”
“How would we even do this, Ty?”
“We’ll meet at a hotel during the day or when you’re supposedly out doing yoga. Or we’ll meet in the evening and I’ll fuck you all night long.”
“How am I supposed to go back to Aaron with a straight face after you’ve had your cock in me for hours?” That part really scared me.
“Because you're a good actress.”
“Damn, how do you know that about me?”
“Because the life you’ve described to me is all a little bit too perfect. The only way you have endured it is by pretending you love it.”
Ouch. He was right on the money. I was continually amazed by his insight. “Ty, you are absolutely right.”
His voice suddenly got lower. “Darling, I want you to explode for me. Slide two fingers inside your velvet playground and imagine they're mine.”
His words made me tremble with pleasure; my insides quaked with the sound of them. Whatever Ty wanted me to do, I wanted to do it. “Okay, Ty. Tell me what to do.” I felt like a teenager, excited and naughty at the same time. Here I was, forty years old and about to have phone sex for the very first time.
“Julia, close your eyes. I want you to imagine knocking on the door to my apartment. As soon as you walk in, I’m going to carry you to the bedroom. I’m going to kiss you from head to toe before I even say a word. Then I’m slowly going to pull down your skirt, so I can bury my face in your sweetness. While I'm licking your pussy, I'll slide a finger inside you and press on your G-Spot; with my other hand on your ass until you’re dripping wet.”
“Mmm . . . keep going.” I lay there, pretending my fingers were his tongue. I bucked my hips up and down, ran my hand up my sides, and rubbed my breasts.
“Then you’re going to mount me while I’m sitting on the couch. You’ll be soaking wet and you’ll want to slide right onto my shaft. But I know you like teasing, so I will take my head and rub it around your pussy lips until they’re puffy and you’re aching to feel me inside of you.”
Shit, Ty already knew me and my desires so well. I love, love, love the tease. It’s like each time his hard cock comes near and doesn’t enter me, my pussy has to make more juice so it can finally suck the head into my pink paradise.
“Finally, when you can’t take any more and you’re begging me for it, I will enter you slowly, inch by inch. I need to see your expression, your eyes getting wider and wider as your walls are tantalized by the pleasure. You’ll ride me up and down as I touch your clit, feather light, and suck on your tongue. You’ll explode so strongly you won’t believe sex could feel that good.”
“Tyrone, you feel amazing. I’m close, please keep going.”
“Julia, after you unleash all over me, I’m going to convulse with a thunderous roar. Then I’m going to continue pounding you, grinding against you. You’ll feel me get hard again.”
I listened to him intently, did exactly as he instructed. I fingered myself while he told me explicitly how he was going to take me. Listening to his words, hearing his deep, sexy voice, had me quivering, and I was a big creamy mess just like he promised. My body began to shudder, finally exploding in an orgasm that left me breathless.
“Mmm . . . Ty, I can’t believe you made me tremble like that without even touching me. I’ve never had phone sex before. That was freaking fantastic!”
“God, I wish I could've been with you and felt you explode on top of me.”
“Me too!” I panted, still out of breath. “Can you really stay hard like that after you cum?”
“Yes, beautiful girl. You’ll feel my juice dripping out of you, but I don’t need to pull out. I stay hard and we can keep fucking.”
“Wow, that sounds fucktabulous. I want to feel that.”
“You will, sweetheart. You just tell me when you’re ready.”
“I will. I have to run. Thank you, Ty, for making me feel so good.”
“Julia, I am aching to bring you that kind of pleasure. I want to take you to new heights and make you feel things you’ve never even imagined.”
“Let me sleep on it, Ty. Good night, darling. Sweet dreams.”
“Sweet dreams to you too, sexy.”
Ty’s words and how he made me feel were breaking me down little by little. I went from having a list in my mind of all the reasons I shouldn’t to all the reasons I should. I kept telling Ty
I’d think about it, but at that point, I knew I’d succumb to my desires.
MARIA
The more time I spent with Enrique, either in person or just online, the more I yearned for him. He couldn’t usually call me from home because his wife was there, so when I saw his number light up my cell that night, I was both surprised and thrilled.
I picked up the phone and closed the door to my office.
“Hey, baby doll. How are you?”
I closed my eyes and smiled. “I’m good, love. How are you?”
“I’m good too. Busy, but not too busy to miss you.”
Not too busy to miss you. Those six little words meant the world to me. “Same here,” was all I said. Now wasn’t the time to be needy.
“I wish you were in my arms right now. I need to touch you, kiss your neck. Maria, the more time we spend together, the more I miss you when we’re apart.”
“I know. Being away from you is so hard.”
“How are things at home?” Enrique asked.
“The same. Zack is being his usual self-centered self. He’s gone most of the time, which is a relief, but when he’s home, all he wants to talk about is himself, his job, or his stupid golf game. It’s like his family is just an afterthought.” Enrique couldn’t possibly want to hear about Zack right now. And even if he did, I didn’t want to waste our time together on him. “Never mind him. How are you, baby?”
“I’m about the same. I don’t know what happened to my marriage, Mari. The woman I married has disappeared. She’s so different. It’s like I barely know her anymore. It also doesn’t help that all I can think about when I’m with her is you.”
I bit my lip. I was so relieved to hear I wasn’t imagining how he felt for me.
“I can’t stop thinking about you, Maria. I dream of you. Each morning when I wake, I roll over in bed and see my wife, and I’m disappointed because it’s not you.”
Tears started to fill my eyes. “Hey Enrique, I’ve got to run. I think Zack is home.”
“Okay, amor. I’ll talk to you soon.”
I put down my phone and choked back salty tears. Zack wasn’t really home, but I needed a moment to process my thoughts. Enrique and I were going through the same thing. I didn’t know where the man I married had gone. Zack was so doting and loving when we first met. Of course, his career hadn’t gone to his head yet, but still, he was different now; that wasn’t my imagination.
His excuse for not being more affectionate is that just wasn’t “who he is.” Zack says I should’ve known that, that I married him. He was wrong; that is who he was. Even if it had just been for me, he was loving and kind; he sent me flowers and wrote me poems. He was tender and loving and all the things that I need . . . things that Enrique is now.
When we were first together, I think Zack stepped out of his comfort zone in order to get me. The more he felt like he had me for good, the more he reverted to his true colors: a man who was egotistical, selfish, and cold.
How did I not piece this all together until now? I sat for a moment, replaying our past decade together. Like a movie on fast-forward, I could see us dating, getting married, buying a house, having babies, careers, promotions for both of us. Running, running, running. Running on empty. That was it. We were so caught up in the go, go, go of life that we’d stopped living it.
We’d stopped being lovers, being friends, confidants, or being together at all, really. Our relationship was bumped down the priority list, and I never brought up the things that bothered me. Like the fact that he could stay out all night but not bother to call me, then stumble in the next morning and sleep all day. It didn’t matter to him that I hadn’t slept because I’d lay awake worried that he might be in a ditch somewhere. He didn’t seem to care about that or that his kids needed him. He left that stuff all to me.
I hadn’t realized how his job always came before everything else. After Christina was born, I’d assumed he would take some time off, at least a week. Having a newborn and a two-year-old would be overwhelming, and I’d need his help. But he “forgot” to tell his boss he’d need time off, and once the baby was born, he was busier than ever.
Instead of crying, I bit my lower lip and said, “Okay.” He told me to find a doula and that she’d be more help than him anyway. But it wasn’t just a helping hand that I needed. I needed my husband, you know? What kind of father doesn’t want to spend time with his newborn baby? All the signs were there and I kept ignoring them. I swept my feelings under the rug because fighting with Zack was like being the smallest kid on the playground and picking a fight with the class bully. I could yell and scream and throw a few punches, but I didn’t have a chance of winning. So eventually, I stopped trying.
Having an affair is harder than it looks. I have always been a terrible liar, but I am slowly getting better—not that this was a talent I’d been looking to cultivate. Truth be told, meeting Enrique for sex was just one facet of our relationship. If Zack knew we talked, texted, or chatted daily, he would kill me.
In the short time I’d been seeing Enrique, he had shown me more love and attention than Zack had in our entire marriage. I kept wondering what life would have been like if we’d gotten back together after college. After graduation, we each lived at home for a while. We had toyed with the idea of getting back together, but then Enrique got into business school and moved to the East Coast… and that was that.
Sometimes I would daydream about what our wedding might have been like. I think he would have cried during the ceremony or our first dance. Enrique has such a tender side to him that Zack is so sorely lacking.
I imagined us lying around naked on our honeymoon and how we’d make love each morning at sunrise. Sometimes I even imagined what our kids would have looked like, but the thought was just too painful. I had always wanted a big family, three or four kids. Of course after two, Zack said that was it. No more. He said he would rather never have sex again than to have another child. I mourned for a while, but was grateful for Paquito and Christina.
Why hadn’t I given Enrique a second chance all those years before? Why had I let my fears keep me from him? And now what? I loved my kids more than life itself, and I didn’t want to hurt them. I hoped I had the strength to make the right decision.
JULIA
The next evening when Ty called me, my heart fluttered and skipped a beat, just like it did every time he called or texted me. I was addicted to Tyrone and the feelings he brought out in me.
“Hey, angel. How was your day?” Ty asked.
“It was good. I taught a few yoga classes, hung out with my daughter. How about you?”
“It was great! I just landed a new account and went to the gym. Now I’m headed home. Julia, I need to see you. Tell me that you’ve thought about it and that you’re ready to meet me.”
“I tossed and turned all night. How would we even do this?” I was terrified of getting caught.
“Tell your husband you’re going away on a girl’s weekend. My wife and son are going to Canada for a whole month to spend time with her family; the timing is perfect. You can come spend the weekend with me, being ravaged and pleasured and worshipped.”
“Ty, being worshipped by you sounds fabulous, but I’m not sure if I can get away.”
The truth was that I was petrified of receiving that kind of pleasure. How could I ever go back to Aaron if I spent the weekend giving myself to a man like Ty?
“Listen, sweetie. Think about my idea. You will not be disappointed.”
“Ty, I’ve given it a lot of thought, but I’m still scared shitless. You know all my buttons, everything I want, and it freaks me out because we haven’t even met yet.”
“Julia, I feel like I’ve known you for a long time. Don’t be scared of me, angel. I’m the one who should be scared.”
“You? Why?” I was shocked he felt that way.
“You seem like everything I’ve ever wanted. What happens when you break my heart?”
“I’m not going to break your
heart. I’m the one who should have doubts. For all I know, you just want to get laid.”
“No, Julia. I promise the last thing I am looking for is a one night stand. I swear to you that I have been completely honest about everything.”
“I want to believe you.” And I did, I really did. But how could I be sure Tyrone was everything he said he was? I couldn’t ask Liz. She would never approve.
“Trust me, darling. I’d never risk losing the chance to be with you with a lie.”
“I want to, but my logical side says you are too good to be true.”
“The only way you’ll ever know is if you take a chance. Sometimes you just have to go with your gut. I’ve got to go, sweetheart. Promise me you’ll think about meeting soon.”
“I promise. Good night, darling.”
I hung up the phone but continued to stare at his picture. He was gorgeous, and if I didn’t chicken out, he could be mine.
So within a short amount of time I graduated from being “friends” with Tyrone on Facebook to actually considering having an affair with him. When I accepted his friendship, it hadn’t occurred to me that I’d actually pursue anything with him. I had simply been curious, but as you know, curiosity killed the cat. Or at least it got her fucked.
I was officially having a cyber-affair. I was one of “those” people. Who were “those” people? I had always wondered. But here I was, right there with them. In my very rational, very moral, very sober mind, I knew this was a bad idea, but I just didn’t care. I’d deal with the consequences later.
LIZ
Flashback: College
I couldn’t get Nick out of my mind. I found myself daydreaming about him, reminiscing about our past. It had been my sophomore year in college when 6’3” of sunshine walked into my life. With dark, wavy hair, beautiful olive skin, and glittering sky blue eyes, Nicholas would change my life forever. For me, Nick Riggins wasn’t just a man; he was an era.
We were at a fraternity party at UCLA. I was dating a really nice guy named Jim, but the party was packed with so many hot guys it was hard not to look. Julia and I were chatting in the corner of the basement when two good-looking guys came up to us.
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