Talk Him Off

“Well he broke the shower, and there’s standing water in half the rooms in the house,” Meghan said. “I’m not sure how. There’s water in the main bedroom, and I’m pretty sure not a single pipe goes under it.”

She’d dressed, post-shower, in deepest black. It was a defensive move. It embodied control, and control seemed like – it seemed like the right idea. Over the past two days the house had marinated in the sight and sound of women cumming on television. Then she’d added herself to it, in a sloppy, spasmy cum that had nearly knocked her senseless. Her arms and legs still tingled, pleasantly. Underneath the black sweater, black jeans.

And a bit of makeup, so she didn’t look completely goth.

“You probably already figured this, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Austin said.

“Oh? No? No, it wasn’t? Not this?”

“New cable, fixed plumbing… some other odds and ends.. I hired the best. Apparently I got the best’s apprentice. So not the best.”

Trey’s sad, sodden form floated across Meghan’s head. She didn’t feel.. angry. He hadn’t made her act like a horny hapless slut, splaying herself on a jet of water. Made her hump a pillow senseless. A pillow that was still looking kinda sexy.

“Well, he’s trying hard, he gets that much credit,” Meghan said. Her underpants were black, too. Dark black.

“How was the shower?” Austin said.

“Just okay,” Meghan lied. It was amazing. No denying it. Her body wanted back in. In fact, it told her, why not eat doughnuts, get sloppy-sugary, and then take a shower, and then repeat? And then perhaps guilt-clean the house at 1 in the morning, in heels? “Nice and clean now.”

“Nice and clean, huh?” Austin paused. “And?”

“And now I’m watching…” Meghan stopped. Porno, she was watching porno again. Why was it so hard to change the channel? At least this one had an indie vibe, in that the girl sucking a cock had a lot of tattoos. That made it alternative, right? “You know. A documentary.”

“And..? Meghan? Baby? Doll? Sexy? Who I really miss?”

Oh, Meghan thought. He wanted her to talk him off. After a very long and baffling day it wasn’t a very attractive idea. She let her sigh float over the phone.

“No?” Austin’s disappointment practically blew up the phone.

“You’ll be home in a few days, I’ll work my jaw then,” Meghan said, and then caught herself. Had she just promised him a blowjob? Just great, now she was guaranteed a blast to the face. A shot of hot jism, while she knelt, her tongue outstretched, both hands urging him on with needy strokes. Or maybe just with her lips wrapped around… “get my lips wrapped around… you.”

Even Austin seemed surprised. “Wow, okay. Yeah. Lips wrapped.”

She was on the verge of saying: that’s enough. But the TV seemed to– flicker? The closed captioning was kicking in, which seemed very unusual in a porno. Who was sitting around, transcribing “needy moans” into the transcript? The words were in bright white on the bottom of the screen. Impossible, as the tattoo girl definitely couldn’t talk, with that much dick in her mouth.

“Mmmm,” Meghan read. “Right in my mouth. My hot…” the words had to catch up. “...needy mouth, my nice fuckable pussy of a mouth for you to fuck, baby. You want to come home and face-fuck your wife? Your hot horny housewife you left here all alone, missing your dick in my mouth? Austin?”

The closed captioning read… Austin. What a very odd coincidence. The actual Austin grunted.

“I bet you’ll have a nice big load for me, a big one, slide it right down my throat—” No, she couldn’t read this. In her mouth? Swallowing? But it was tumbling out of her. “You know I’ll swallow it all Austin baby, I’m your sexy wife who needs that hot cream in my mouth, please—”

“Okay! Okay,” Austin said. “Alright, I came all over my suit.”

It took an effort of will to stop reading. It kept going on and on. On screen, the brunette was still working her magic. Meghan was learning about how to use her hands effectively during oral sex.

“Hope you…” saying other words, with her tongue, was a challenge. “Liked that. Because there’s no way you’re actually gonna cum in my mouth, more than once or twice.”

“Uh-huh,” Austin said. “Alright. You’re the best. Talk to you tomorrow, baby doll.”

Baby doll. That was a new and very sexist nickname. Meghan let the phone topple over to the couch. Her left hand felt underneath her jeans. Her panties were satin and felt nice and smooth. Maybe, she thought, she could treat herself to a nice shower, afterwards.