Page 112 of Once a Month

I laugh a little and say, “Have fun.”

“When can we all have fun again?”

“I don’t know. Maybe at the next party.”

“You’re going to the main one?”

“No, I mean, the one after that. If she wants to,” I add.

“Ah, her,” my friend’s wife says. “Babe, give me a minute.” She laughs and then tells me, “She’s taking off my shorts. I guess I should hang up before she goes down on me while we’re on the phone.”

“Wait,” I say before I can stop myself.

“You want to listen, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I admit.

“We could FaceTime you, and you could watch since you don’t want to come over.”

“Just let me hear it, please.”

“Babe, I’m putting your phone on speaker; she wants to hear you make me come with your mouth.”

I hear a groan followed by more sounds. Likely, she placed the phone on the table or the ground.

“Do you want a play-by-play while I can still talk?” she asks.

“Yes,” I say, leaning back.

I unbutton my jeans and unzip my fly. Then, I listen.

“My shorts are on the ground. Her lips are… Oh, lower.”

Fuck, I think to myself.

“She’s walking me over to the hot tub.”

I wait.

“She’s no longer wearing her bikini. Damn, you’re so sexy, baby. She’s in the hot tub. I’m trying–” She stops for a second and then says, “Oh. She wants me on the edge of it. I think she’s going to eat me out while my legs hang in the water.”

“Yes, I am,” I hear my friend says.

I’ve seen them do this before, so I can easily picture it. I slide my hand into my jeans, but not inside my panties just yet.

“Baby, yes,” my friend’s wife says.

“Shit,” I say, reaching quickly inside my underwear now.

“Her tongue is… there. Oh, I love when you get like this.”

“How is she?” I ask.

“Like she’s going to devour me all night long.”

“I will,” the other woman says.

“Did you like fucking me at the party?”

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