Three way call

The **** in your veins and the wanton sexuality of the situation has your mind on overdrive, but your fingers are still shaking as you thumb through your contacts. The orgy raving on the other end of the phone is driving you crazy and the You patch Jane's sister into the call and the party going on puts the phone on silent. You admit to her that when Jane and you were screwing that you were wishing you were fucking her instead, and you've been thinking about her all night.

"Hello? Heyyyyyyy John," your girlfriend's sister slurred. She sounds drunk as hell and you don't hear anyone else there. "Whatcha doin callin mee so late? Everything okay?"

You can't help but stroke your cock as you imagine Jane's younger sister, probably wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, not caring how she looks on her couch, pussy probably half exposed, nipples hard as fuck.

Fuck, you're hard as fuck and your cock is in your hand. You can't help but let out a little moan as you envision the blonde bombshell; a miniature version of Jane, only three years younger but probably twice as slutty. Hell, probably ten times as slutty.

"Mmmm...fuck yeah...everything's...so good," you sigh out, enjoying the feeling of your hand on your cock. "Jane is out with some fri..." you start to say.

"She's fucking them, isn't she. Fucking them behind your back," slurred the voice from the other end of the phone.

"God I hope so," you say. You didn't realize it was true until you said it and didn't realize you were saying it until it was out of your mouth.

"Wha?"

"I hope Jane is getting fucked. Filled. I hope she's getting her pussy eaten, her ass fucked, her throat fucked, and that she's being used like a cum bucket."

"Damn, John she piss you off?"

"No...I just think it's hot as fuck that she's probably getting cum in right now. Or her pussy eaten. Or both. Suppose both?"

"Mmmm...that'd be hot," Angie moaned. "God that makes me wet," she moaned louder. "Ever think about fucking behind her back, John? She's cheated on every other boyfriend she's ever had...think you're different?"

"I know she's not, I know she's getting fucked," you say, admitting it. "Right now, actually."

"Then maybe you should be. Right now," Angie said. You could make out the soft sounds of her breathing harder and of the wet sounds of fingers on clit. She was fingering herself while you stroked and talked about fucking! God you need to cum, but you manage to hold out for more...