It’s not often that women send me stories about sex.  Here is one I received this morning.

He doesn’t know that I can see him.  He thinks I am asleep upstairs.  It’s Sunday afternoon, the kids are out and it’s just him and I.  He’s wanted to have sex all morning but I just wasn’t in the mood.  Seems lately that I am never in the mood.

I get out of bed and start to go downstairs.  I look on my right and there he is, sitting at his desk.  I am taken aback by what he is doing though.  I intend to confront him wildly but instead, I am so mesmerized by what I am seeing that I sit myself on the top stairs, at a perfect angle.

He has his dick out and he is stroking it with his right hand.  There is some porn on the screen, but I am not really looking at that.  It’s him I stare at.  He is like a stranger with his cock rock hard and I can see his hand stroking the skin up and down, covering the head of his penis as the hand goes up.

I’ve never been fascinated by the sight a male’s dick, it is what it is, and certainly not by my husband’s.  But this time is a different story.

He is stroking his cock slowly, masturbating deliberately, pacing himself, delaying the inevitable explosion.  I can see a box of Kleenex on the desk.  He is obviously prepared.  He has done this before, of course, which is something that shocks me.  You think that when you are a married woman, things like that don’t happen to your husband.

Why would he even have the urge for this.  I wonder though I know the answer to that question.

But what I have just seen him do to himself has fascinated, what he does next really shocks me.

He picks up the phone and dials a number.

I have no idea who is calling, until I see him punch his credit card number into the dialing keys. He is paying for something.  He is buying sex.

And I stay there silent, in awe, watching and now listening.  There is a sigh coming from him and then his voice.

Hey Linda, you have not idea how I needed today.

He is calling for phone sex!