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    The following piece of fiction contains strong sexual 
    content and is meant to be read only by adults.  If you 
    are not at least 18 years old, or if you are offended by 
    this type of material, please do not read any further.
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"The Call of Desire"

by DG 


      I lay back on the bed with my hands behind my head, wearing 
only my boxers, gazing at my wife through the open bathroom door 
and feeling generally content.  Watching Cindy is always a 
pleasure, even when she's performing such mundane tasks as 
brushing her teeth.  The way the muscles in her long, tanned legs 
flex as she rises up on her toes to reach the toothpaste, the way 
she casually tucks her dark, shiny hair behind an elegant pink 
ear as she leans over the sink, even the little spitting sounds 
she makes as she rinses her mouth are a pleasure.  For me, 
anyway.

      Finally she came out of the bathroom and, as usual, 
pretended to notice for the first time that I was staring at her.

      "You looking at me?"  Cindy likes to do impressions, a 
habit she picked up from yours truly.  Annoyingly, she's now 
better at them than me.  Try to imagine the irate little mobster 
played by Joe Pesci in 'Goodfellas,' skillfully interpreted by a 
willowy brunette wearing revealing silk pajamas:

      "You lookin' at me?!"

      "Yeah, I'm lookin' at you...you wanna make something out of 
it?"

      She gave me a smile, the one that never fails to make me 
feel like a lucky guy.  "I guess I'll let it go this time.  So 
how's the writing going?  Any response from your latest story?"

      "As a matter of fact, yes.  Good response."

      "I thought so - you're looking awfully happy with yourself 
over there."   She sat on the end of the bed and started brushing 
her long hair.

      "Am I?  I thought I was just relaxing.  Since you asked, 
"Adrenaline Games" was rated the #3 story for November by the 
main reviewer.  And I've finally started getting more email from 
readers."

      "Is that right?  Any of them like the story?"

      "Ha ha.  They loved it.  One of them even compared me to 
Poe."

      "Poe?  Is he the one that writes those long 'Family Fun' 
stories?"  

      I sighed and shook my head.  "You really have it in for me 
tonight."

      "Poor DG..."  Actually, she doesn't really call me DG, I'm 
inserting my pen name.  "In a few minutes you're going to forget 
every mean thing I just said about you, so I'm taking full 
advantage."

      "Oh?  And why is that?"  As if I didn't know.

      She looked me in the eyes and pouted her full lips.  
"Because I'm going to come over there and fuck you, that's why."  
God I love it when she talks dirty.

      "Is it the third Tuesday of the month all ready?"  

      "Hah!  If I put you on a once-a-month schedule you'd 
explode."

      "Very true.  Getting back to the email, there was one in 
particular I thought you would find amusing.  I even printed it 
out."

      I took a sheet of paper off the nightstand and handed it to 
her.  Here's what it said:


      (useless header stuff)
      DG:
      Just finished your "Adrenaline Games" story, and it really 
      turned me on!  I loved the combination of danger and sex - 
      very cool.  I think I'm going to have to go into the 
      bedroom and do something to relax myself now ;).  By the 
      way, I'm in the sex biz too - I do phone sex on the side.  
      I would love to get you off on the phone - maybe I can make 
      you as hot as you just made me... so if you want a freebie, 
      email me and let me know and we can set something up... :)
      Desire


       I'm not sure if I like to think of myself as being in the 
"sex biz," but apart from that minor detail this was just the 
sort of email that warms the heart of a praise-starved hack like 
myself.  I wasn't sure Cindy would enjoy it quite as much, 
though.

      "What kind of name is Desire, anyway?" she asked, somewhat 
anticlimactically.  "Or is it 'Desiray,' and she can't put the 
thingy over the 'e' in an email?"

      "I'll be sure and ask her," I said casually.  Maybe a 
little too casually.

      "You'll do no such thing!"

      "If that's your Nicholson impression, it needs work."

      "Actually, that was my Lorena Bobbitt impression." 

      Ouch.  "Good one, sweetie."

      "Why would you want to have phone sex, anyway?  That's for 
lonely old men and horny college students who can't get a date, 
not for guys who have a wife who's willing and ready."

      "I guess I don't, really," I lied.  "I just thought it was 
a nice email, that's all."  I let a tiny note of hurt creep into 
my voice.  "I work hard on my stories, and most of the time I 
don't get much feedback.  I know the writing is supposed to be 
its own reward, but still, when I get a response like this it 
makes me feel good.  I didn't realize you'd feel threatened by 
it."  Take that, Ms. Bobbitt.

      She gritted her teeth for a moment, and then said "Good 
one, honey."  The beauty of the "feeling threatened" remark, of 
course, was that she couldn't respond to it without making it 
seem true.  "It is a nice email, I suppose.  I'm glad people are 
enjoying your stories, DG."

      "Thanks, babe.  Can we cleave unto each other now?"

      "You betcha!"  This was in a perfect Minnesota accent, like 
in the movie "Fargo."  Cindy would make a terrific actress.  Of 
course, in way she already is.  

      She turned out the overhead light and sensuously stripped 
off her pajamas.  Actually she just took them off, but it seemed 
pretty damn sensual to me.  In the soft light of the reading 
lamp, I could just make out the tan lines from last summer's 
bikini - daringly narrow strips of white across her hips and 
breasts.  The lower strip was noticeably whiter than the upper 
strip.  Cindy enjoys flaunting her slim, aerobicized figure, an 
inclination I heartily approve of.  

      She set her pajamas aside and crawled up along my body, 
leaving a trail of warm kisses along my stomach and chest, and 
then our mouths met in a nice, long toothpaste-minty kiss.  As 
much as I enjoy our little verbal sparring matches, forgiving 
each other afterward is even better.

      She allowed her warm breasts to dangle against my chest, 
tickling me with her stiff nipples, and I slid my hands up 
between us and delicately trapped each nipple between a thumb and 
forefinger, making her gasp and break the kiss. 

      "Mmmm, that feels good...harder."  I rolled her nipples 
slowly between my fingers, feeling my cock grow until it was 
straining inside my cotton shorts.

      Cindy would be perfectly happy to have her nipples 
stimulated indefinitely, and would eventually have an orgasm 
without my ever touching her below the waist, but I don't have 
the patience for such nonsense except in special situations, like 
transatlantic flights.  I released one tender little nub and 
reached down between her legs.  She was already moist, and I 
quickly opened her up and worked my middle finger into her with 
one confident thrust.

      "Well, hello there," she said.  "Getting impatient are we?"      

      I responded by withdrawing the finger and then putting it 
in my mouth and groaning with exaggerated pleasure.  
"Delicious...pure nectar," I said between slurps.

      "If you say so," she said, a little doubtfully.

      I had a sudden idea.  I slid the finger back into her and 
worked it around to get it good and coated, and then I took it 
out and put it up to Cindy's lips.  She wrinkled her forehead and 
pulled back a little, but didn't exactly recoil in horror.        

      "Go ahead - it's yummy."

      "You aren't going to put this in a story, are you?"

      "Of course not."

      She licked the end of my finger tentatively, and I slid it 
into her mouth before she could change her mind.  Good sport that 
she is, she sucked it clean and then gave me some erotic tongue 
swirls for good measure.

      "Not bad," she concluded. 

      "Tastes even better right from the source."

      "What am I, a contortionist?"  I often drop tiny little 
hints about how Cindy might enjoy an experience with another 
woman, and she always lets them sail right over her head.

      She helped me pull off my boxers, and then she took my 
swollen shaft in her fist and moved it around in slow, lazy 
circles.

      "I can't wait to feel your cock jammed all the way inside 
me."  Her voice was husky and her cheeks were flushed.  She 
closed her mouth and smiled at me, working her cheeks in and out.  
Then she put her mouth over my cock and let a mouthful of saliva 
dribble all over it.  She gave it two hard, juicy sucks for good 
measure, to make sure it was well lubricated.  This procedure 
wasn't really necessary, but who was I to complain? 

      "There, that should do nicely."

      "I'll say."  

      She straddled me and then impaled herself on my cock with 
one delicious plunge.  Our favorite position is to have her on 
top.  Cindy enjoys the freedom to control the pace and feels like 
she gets more stimulation, while I enjoy the view of her sexy 
body gyrating on top of mine.  She's a real lightweight, so it's 
not like I'm in any danger of being crushed.  

      I never get tired of watching her face while we have sex.  
I can tell when she first feels the orgasm start to tickle 
somewhere deep inside her, and I can track its approach by the 
expression on her face and by the little sounds she makes, which 
rise in pitch as she gets closer.  The arrival is announced by a 
few seconds of silence, and at this point I usually reach up and 
squeeze her pretty little breasts, as I did this night.

      "Oh, DG..." she said, arching her back to press her breasts 
more firmly into my hands.  Her eyes closed and she ground her 
hips forward and back, and the climax finally hit.  When the 
huffing and puffing and adorable high-pitched squeaking ended, I 
was conveniently ready for my own climax, and I slid my hands 
down to her hips and started really pumping away.  Cindy leaned 
forward and whispered sweet words of encouragement into my ear, 
and it was all over a short time later.

      Afterward, as we lay in each other arms enjoying the 
afterglow, she said "Did you want to try that phone sex thing?  
With your adoring fan?"

      "Not if it would upset you.  I mean, it's no big deal.  
Like you said, why take a correspondence course when you have an 
Ivy League college in your bedroom?"

      "I don't think those were my exact words, but that was the 
gist of it."

      "Although..."

      "Although what?"

      "It might be a good research experience for my writing."  
This was pretty lame, and I didn't really expect it to fly.  But 
she thought about it and then said "Maybe you're right."

      "Really?  You wouldn't mind?"

      She turned her head to look at me, and I caught a whiff of 
her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo.  Something nice.

      "Well, I'd hate to think I was stunting your development as 
an artist or anything, and I'm kind of curious about this phone 
sex thing myself.  I hear it pays pretty well.  Tell you what: 
why don't you go ahead and do it, and I'll listen in."

       "Listen in?  But..."  I felt like I had been neatly 
outmaneuvered.      

      "But what?"  

      "I don't know...it would be like I was jerking off in front 
of you."

      She laughed.  "So?  I've seem you do more embarrassing 
things than that.  Remember the time in Mexico when you ate that 
bad enchilada, and-"

      "OK, never mind, " I said hastily.  "I wouldn't really be 
embarrassed, I guess.  But wouldn't it be unfair to Desire to 
have someone eavesdropping?"  

      Cindy gave me a withering look, and I gave up.

      "OK, OK, you can listen in.  But let me warn you, I 
probably won't even be able to get it up with you hovering over 
me like the Gestapo."  If you can't win on logic, just turn up 
the rhetoric, that's my motto.

      "I'm sure you'll do just fine, honey.  Nightie-night."

      "Nightie-night."


*******


      So that's how I found myself pacing back and forth in the 
bedroom a few nights later, waiting for the phone to ring.  Cindy 
was sitting in the comfortable French armchair with a slightly 
amused expression on her face, leafing through a magazine.  She 
was still dressed up from our earlier activities that evening, 
wearing a short black cocktail dress set off by a strand of 
natural pearls I gave her for her birthday last year.  I was in 
my boxer shorts again.

      At eleven PM sharp the phone rang.

      "Hello?"

      "Hello, is this DG?"  The woman's voice was low pitched and 
had a sort of pleasant hum to it.  It made me think of those cat 
food commercials where the upper-class female cat chows down out 
of a crystal goblet.

      "Yep.  You must be Desire."

      "Yes, I'm Desire," she said, pronouncing it 'Desiray.'  
"How's it going?  This is kind of unusual, me calling someone 
else.  Usually the customers call me."

      "I've never done phone sex before, so it's unusual for me 
too," I said truthfully.  "Are you in an office somewhere or 
something?"

      "Oh no, I'm at home.  This is a personal call for me.  Just 
for fun."

      "Well, I appreciate it.  I've been meaning to do this 
sometime anyway.  You know, for research."

      Cindy snorted at this, and then motioned towards the phone.

      I said "Desire, do you mind if I put you on speaker?"

      "Not at all, honey, not at all.  You're going to want to 
have both hands free."  

      I punched the button and set the handset down.  "Can you 
hear me OK?"

      "Loud and clear.  So what's your pleasure, DG?"

      "Um, I don't know.  What are my options?"

      "I try to be a full service phone slut," she said with a 
chuckle.  "Do whatever it takes.  Lots of guys want the 
dominatrix thing these days - they want me to order them around 
and yell at them and basically humiliate them.  That sound 
interesting?"

      "Sounds great, I guess, but I get that sort of thing all 
the time at home."  Cindy gave me the finger, but she was 
laughing.  "How about if you just describe what you would do to 
me if we were together.  You have a very sexy voice, by the way."

      "Why thank you.  Do you want to know what I'm wearing, what 
I look like, that sort of thing?"

      "Hmmm, I don't know.  Do you normally tell the truth about 
that?"

      She chuckled again, a very pleasant sound indeed.  "No, but 
not because I'm ugly or anything.  I usually try to get an idea 
of the guy's preference and then sort of match that.  And I 
always make my clothes sexier than what I'm actually wearing.  
Not much point in my getting all dolled up for real, is there?"

      "For three ninety-nine a minute I would expect spike heels 
and a leather bikini," I said.  "But since this is a freebie why 
don't you just tell me what you slouch around the house in at 
night."

      "I'm wearing a pair of black cotton sweatpants that are 
really more like tights, like dancers wear.  I used to do ballet, 
so I got into the habit of wearing them.  On top I'm wearing a 
yellow t-shirt.  I'm also wearing matching green bra and 
panties." 

      "You wear a bra around the house?  That doesn't sound too 
daring."  Desire had a sort of playful lilt to her voice which 
suggested she wouldn't mind a little teasing.

      "Well DG, the thing is, I have these big boobs...that's why 
I had to give up the ballet, actually.  Too much bouncing.  I 
don't want them to start sagging, so I wear a bra most of the 
time."

      "Fascinating.  I really love big breasts..."  Cindy, who is 
barely a b-cup, gave me a dirty look.  "Can you tell me a little 
about the rest of you?"

      "Well, let's see.  I'm a big girl, five-nine and about one-
thirty or so.  I work out a lot and I think I have a damn good 
bod for thirty-three, but I'm not exactly a playboy bunny.  My 
ethnic background is mostly Greek.  I have long black hair, and 
my features are often described as handsome - meaning sort of 
strong, I guess."

      "Like a dominatrix."

      "Yeah, I guess, but my personality isn't like that at all.  
I'm really more of a feminine type, not a ball-buster."

      "You sound very nice,"  I said reassuringly.  "Now, how 
about some sex talk!"  Cindy rolled her eyes, and Desire laughed.  
I think she found me charmingly eccentric or something.  

      "All right.  I want you to take off all your clothes and 
lie back on the bed, with your eyes closed."

      I looked at Cindy and she winked and gave me a thumbs-up.  
I dropped my shorts and made myself comfy on the bed.  I was 
still a little apprehensive, but I was looking forward to it too.  
Desire seemed very sexy, and the idea of masturbating in front of 
Cindy was actually turning me on - I hadn't done that since our 
honeymoon.

      I closed my eyes and said "All right, I'm all set."  

      Speaking slowly in a low-pitched but melodic voice, Desire 
said  "I want you to imagine that you're sunbathing on a chaise 
lounge by an outdoor swimming pool, all alone.  The pool is 
enclosed by a privacy wall, and you're naked, of course.  The sun 
feels so good as it caresses your bare skin, not too hot, and so 
does the little breeze in the air, as it gently washes over your 
body.

      "The door from the house opens and I walk out onto the deck 
wearing a black bikini.  I smile at you, and I come over to you 
and give you a kiss.  As I lean over to kiss you, you can see 
most of my big round breasts, which are just barely contained by 
the skimpy suit.  Then I walk over to the pool and dive in 
gracefully, and start swimming laps...are you hard yet, DG?"

      I snapped out of my reverie and looked down.  Stiff as a 
board.  I mean, we're talking first-thing-in-the-morning, oh-my-
god-I-gotta-take-a-piss hard.  Male readers will know what I 
mean.

      "As a rock."  

      "Great.  All right, as you watch me swimming laps, you let 
one hand drift down your stomach until you reach your cock.  You 
take it in your hand and start gently stroking it."  I went ahead 
and started stroking.  "Finally I finish my laps and get out of 
the pool.  I run my hands down my body, smoothing away the excess 
water, and then I look over and see you acting like such a 
naughty boy, and I give you a wicked smile.  I walk towards you, 
and as I'm walking I reach around and undo my top and let it drop 
to the ground.  Now my firm breasts swing back and forth as I 
walk.

      "I sit next to you on the lounge and give you another kiss, 
and then I reach up and smooth back my thick, wet hair.  This 
gives you a perfect close-up view of my breasts with their pointy 
brown nipples, which are already hard from being exposed to the 
air and from seeing you stroking your big cock.  My skin is 
smooth and tan and has little sparkling beads of water on it, and 
it feels deliciously cool where my thigh is pressed against your 
side.

      "I notice that you're staring at my nipples, and I'm 
starting to get very horny myself, so I lean forward until my 
left breast is dangling in your face. You open your mouth and 
gently suck on my nipple, which feels ripe and cool inside your 
mouth, and this makes me moan with pleasure.  You continue to 
suck on my nipples, moving from one to the other, sometimes 
nibbling on them with your teeth, sometimes opening your mouth to 
taste as much of my breast as possible.  After a while you feel 
me push your hand away and I start stroking your cock myself."

      "Mmmm, feels good," I said.  I was really getting into 
this.  Then I remembered my chaperone, and I opened my eyes just 
a crack and saw that Cindy was leaning forward in her chair with 
her legs crossed, staring at my cock.  I opened my eyes a little 
wider - was she...?  She was!  Her thighs were moving against 
each other just a bit, the dangling foot moving back and forth a 
few inches.  Nothing very noticeable or indecorous - it wouldn't 
even seem out of place in public - but I knew better.  I wasn't 
the only one stimulating myself.

      I shut my eyes again as Desire continued.  

      "As you continue to lick and suck my nipples, you reach 
between my legs and stroke my pussy through the cool, damp fabric 
of my bikini bottom.  I open my legs to make it easier for you, 
and you move the suit aside and now you can feel my hot, slippery 
pussy.  You slip one stiff finger up inside me, and then add a 
second finger, and now I'm so turned on that I just have to put 
my mouth on your luscious cock.

      "I lean over it and pause for a second to admire it, it 
looks so thick and hard and masculine in my small hand, and then 
I stick out my tongue and slowly lick the entire length of your 
shaft from the base to the top."

      "Jesus!"  I shouted, and I jerked convulsively and my eyes 
flew open.  Cindy had crept over to the bed and had performed the 
tongue-stroke on my cock just as Desire had been describing it.  
She winked at me and put her finger to her lips.

      "Sounds like you enjoy having your cock licked!" said 
Desire with a smile in her voice. 

      "It just seemed so real," I explained.  "Like all writers, 
I'm blessed with a vivid imagination.  Please continue."

      "All right - I'll take it slow, I don't want to give you a 
heart attack."  She paused to gather her thoughts, and then said 
"I continue to lick your big, hard cock with long strokes of my 
hot, wet, tongue, making sure to stimulate the underside of the 
head and to work the tip of my tongue into the sensitive opening 
at the tip.  My tongue feels powerful and muscular as it travels 
up and down your sensitive organ, probing and stimulating you 
like it has a mind of its own."

      Desire continued to describe this exquisite fellatio in her 
low, sexy voice, and Cindy followed Desire's words to the letter, 
as if she was listening to an instructional video.  Now, let me 
just say that Cindy doesn't need any lessons on how to give head 
- she's quite good at it, as are most spoiled little rich girls.  
But her usual technique was rather different than what Desire was 
describing, more like what I would call mouth-fucking, and I 
found the emphasis on using the tongue to be a very interesting 
change of pace.  When Cindy worked the tip of her tongue into the 
little slit at the end of my cock, the pleasurable sensation was 
so powerful that it was just this side of pain, and it was all I 
could do to keep from crying out again.  She told me later that 
there was a steady flow of salty pre-cum coming out, much more 
than usual.  

      "In the meantime," continued Desire, "you still have two 
fingers in my hot pussy, and you're slowly and steadily finger-
fucking me.  Every time your knuckles go in and out of my wet 
hole they stimulate my clit, and I feel a little jolt of 
pleasure.  By now your hand is covered in my warm, sticky 
juices."

      As Desire was saying this I reached out and squeezed 
Cindy's stocking-clad leg, and she knew just what I had in mind.  
Without taking her tongue away from my cock, she climbed up on 
the bed facing away from me.  I slid the cocktail dress up over 
her waist, the smooth silk sliding easily over the black nylon 
stockings, and discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties.  
Above the tops of the stockings there was about six inches of 
bare thigh and then her pussy peeking out from between her tight 
little buns.  Hmm...had she taken them off just now when my eyes 
were closed?  Or...?  I made a mental note to ask her later.

      If I had any doubts as to whether Cindy was really into 
this or just doing it as a joke, they were dispelled when my 
forefinger disappeared into her juicy pussy like a key sliding 
into a well-oiled lock.  Cindy is a petite woman with a very 
tight pussy, so when I worked the second finger in there was a 
nice, tight  fit, and I heard her groan deep in her throat as I 
started moving my fingers in and out.

      This continued for a bit, and then Desire said "Now that 
your cock is nice and wet, I start stroking you with my hand 
again, and I put my mouth down to your balls and start sucking on 
them.  One at a time, taking them gently into my mouth, scraping 
my teeth across the sensitive loose skin of your scrotum.  My 
mouth feels unbelievably warm as my tongue caresses..."

      I couldn't help noticing that Cindy was no longer with the 
program.  Instead of moving down to my balls, she was still 
giving me halfhearted head and wriggling her luscious little 
butt, no doubt distracted by my probing digits.  I gave her 
bottom a little whap with my open palm to wake her up, but I 
happened to catch her just right, so that instead of a friendly 
pat I delivered a loud stinging slap.  Her head jerked up with 
surprise, and she twisted around and gave me a nasty look.  I 
guess the shocked, apologetic look on my face told the whole 
story, because she started to giggle, and then to laugh, her 
shoulders shaking silently as she tried to hold it in.

      Once Cindy starts with the giggles, she has a hard time 
stopping.  I tried to shush her, but that just set off a fresh 
round of strangled laughter.  Desire was still talking, but then 
her voice trailed away.

      "Hey, what's going on over there?  What are you doing?"

      "Um, nothing," I said.  "I mean, you know, stroking myself.  
You've got me so damn hot, baby, don't you dare stop now."  

      Something about this last comment really tickled Cindy's 
funny bone, and she let out a whoop of laughter before she could 
slap her hand over her mouth.      

      "What the hell!  You've got someone else with you, I can 
hear them.  What's going on?"  Desire sounded kind of angry.

      Cindy and I stared at each other for a few seconds, and 
then Cindy turned to the phone and said "Um...Hi.  My name is 
Cindy - I'm DG's wife.  Sorry about this."

      "His wife!  I don't believe this - I'm trying to give phone 
sex and you're just screwing away over there?"

      "Believe me, we've been paying close attention," I said.  I 
explained the situation, and Desire calmed down.

      "I guess I can understand how your wife wouldn't like the 
idea of you doing this alone," she admitted.  

      "Once you started talking I started to get turned on too," 
said Cindy.  "You're really very good."

      "Damn right I am," said Desire.  "So you two were doing 
everything just the way I was describing it?  That's actually 
pretty hot, now that I think about it."

      "Right up until the ball sucking," I said.  "I guess 
Princess Cynthia here didn't want my nuts in her mouth."  

      "I was too distracted by your big knobby fingers up my 
pussy.  And don't call me Princess Cynthia."

      "The next thing I was going to do was stick my tongue up 
his ass,"  said Desire with a chuckle.  "So maybe it's better we 
stopped where we did.  Hey, I've got an idea:  why don't you two 
go ahead and do the nasty, and describe for me exactly what's 
going on.  I'll just lay back and diddle myself for a change - I 
could use a nice release."

      Cindy said "I'm not sure I could...I mean..."

      "I can!" I said.  "I can write sex, so I must be able to 
talk sex.  So tell me, Desire, how do you want me to take her?"

      "Ooh, let's see.  What do you normally do?"

      "I'm usually on top," spoke up Cindy.

      "Well, then that's out.  No point in having you just do the 
same-old same-old.  How about DG takes Cindy from behind - what 
do you say, Cindy, are you up for it?"

       "Sure, why not," said Cindy gamely, and she rolled over 
into position.  What a trooper.

      "Here's the situation," I said.  "Cindy, who's a 
scrumptious little brunette, is all dressed up in a short black 
dress and black stockings.  No panties, though, the naughty 
little minx.  She's lying on the bed on her stomach with her cute 
little ass sticking up in the air.  I've got the hem of the dress 
pushed up to her waist, so I can see her wet, pink pussy, which 
is just waiting to be filled up by my raging manhood."

      "Maybe I should take off the dress," said Cindy.  "It's a 
Donna Karan."

      "No, no," said Desire.  "Please keep it on, I love that 
mental image.  Don't worry, semen dry-cleans out no problem."

      "After sizing her up like a prize bull looking over one of 
his harem," I continued, "I position myself over her with the 
swollen head of my cock at the entrance..."

      "Hold on just a second," said Desire.  "I think the lady 
deserves a little tongue action first.  Prize bull, my ass."

      "Oh no, he's won lots of prizes for his bull," said Cindy.  
"But that's a great idea."

      All of a sudden they were ganging up on me.  Not that I 
really minded.  I lifted Cindy's hips up a bit and put my face 
down into her pussy.  

Cindy picked up the play by play, since my mouth was otherwise 
occupied.

      "OK, he's licking me now...feels pretty good...now he's 
sticking his tongue up inside me...I wish he would stick it in 
farther...mmm....a little farther...oh, that's good...God, that's 
very good...OK, now I'm ready for him to lick my clit."

      I took a deep breath and plunged back in.

      "He's trying to find my clit, now," said Cindy.  "Not 
quite...he's not used to coming at it from this 
angle...closer...a little farther up...yes!  Oh, that's... oh 
shit!  Oh yes!  YES!  Oh....fuck, don't stop...keep going..."

      "Keep talking!" said Desire.  "I'm enjoying this."

      "Yeah...yeah...yeah!...yeah!..."

      "Yeah, what?  Are you coming?"

      There was a few seconds with nothing but heavy breathing.

      "Oh Goooooooood!" yelled Cindy.  I could feel the muscles 
in her thighs tense up into firm cables as the orgasm hit her.  
My nose was squashed shut, and I was starting to go into oxygen 
debt, but I kept my tongue on her clit somehow, keeping the 
stimulation going until she was finished with one of the noisier 
orgasms I'd ever heard.

      "Sounds like you did a hell of a job, DG," said Desire.  
Her voice was husky and uneven, and I got the distinct impression 
her fingers were very busy.  Cindy mumbled something that sounded 
like agreement.

      "I don't just...talk the talk..." I said, still gasping for 
air.  "I walk..."

      "The walk," finished Cindy.  "Come on, big guy, let's 
fuck."

      "Yeah, DG...you big prize bull...get in there and lay some 
fucking pipe..."  Desire's voice was trembling and uneven, like 
she was doing pushups, and Cindy and I exchanged an amused look.

      "OK, I'm moving into position," I said, moving into 
position.  "Cindy is on all fours, with her pussy gaping and open 
and looking oh-so fuckable.  I'm sliding into her...now."

      "Oh God, he's filling me up...he's huge," said Cindy, 
perhaps for the first time ever.

      "God, I wish it was me," said Desire.  "Come on, I wanna 
hear some bodies slapping."

      I started fucking my wife from behind.  All the sexual 
tension and the extended foreplay that had taken place had built 
my lust up until I felt like I was ready to explode, and I found 
myself ramming into her like a locomotive under full steam.  
Instead of complaining, Cindy urged me on.

      "Oh yeah...fuck me harder, you big stud...that feels so 
good...take me...fuck me..."

      "I can hear you fucking," moaned Desire.  "Oh God, I can 
hear it...fucking so damn hard...Oh God...fuck her..."  Her 
earlier eloquence had disappeared entirely, as if her impending 
orgasm had reduced her vocabulary to a dozen words.  "Fuck her 
harder...harder...oh, shit, I'm gonna...I'm cumming!  Ahhhhh...."

      The sound of Desire's orgasm sent me over the edge myself, 
and I spurted my load deep inside Cindy, managing nothing more 
eloquent than a sort of extended grunt.   

      "Wow," I said, when I was finally finished, "that was fun."

      "And I thought phone sex was going to be a waste of time," 
said Cindy.  "Did you enjoy yourself, Desire?"

      There were some muffled thumps from the speakerphone and 
then Desire's voice returned.  "Sorry, I dropped the phone when I 
came - what did you say?"

      "I was saying it seems like we all had fun," said Cindy.  
"Maybe we should do this again sometime."

      "Maybe we should," said Desire.  "But next time you call 
me.  This is going to wreck my phone bill."

      "Maybe I'll write a story about it," I said.

      "Now there's a good idea!" said Desire.  "I'd love to be in 
one of your stories."

      "I don't think so," said Cindy.  "Sharing our sex life with 
one person was fun, sharing it with the whole world...I don't 
think so."

      "Kinda turns me on to think about it," said Desire, 
sounding a little disappointed.

      "Don't worry," I said.  "I'll bring Cindy around somehow."


The End, "The Call of Desire" 

© 1998 by DG.  All rights reserved.

Author's notes:

1)  I hope the reference to the success of my other story at the 
beginning of this story didn't seem too self-serving.  I really did 
get an email that was quite similar to the one from Desire, and it 
inspired this story.

2)  I will continue the adventures of DG and Cindy in further 
stories.  I have some interesting ideas concerning how they 
make a living, how they met, etc.  If this appeals to you, 
let me know.  

3)  Comments concerning this story are welcome, as always.  My 
email address is dionysian1@hotmail.com.

4)  Thanks to Baird Allen, all my stories are now available on my 
web page.  The url is  http://baird.pair.com/dg.htm