Chapter 5: Close Call

In early February, Ally was asked by her mother and father to come up and help tend to her mother who was having some ‘secret’ operation to resolve a ‘female problem’ brought on my menopause. If things went well, she’d be gone from Sunday afternoon to Saturday – six days. Hopefully she wouldn’t need to stay longer unless there were complications. She’d planned to line up a visiting nurse service while at her parent’s home in case recovery took longer than expected.

We hadn’t been apart much since we got married. I was more the traveler, typically attending one-day training sessions or conferences for Geek Patrol. Top Tech, the retail store that sponsored the Patrol, had sent me to a more generic seminar on customer service and retention that resulted in me being away two consecutive nights. Neither Ally nor I liked that separation. This week away would be a big deal and a first for us.

Ally and I had never gone without sex for any long period in our marriage, so six nights away was going to be a bigger deal than usual. She promised that we’d have the opportunity to try out phone sex every night. We’d done this before, but only for a night or two, and we’d shared cellular masturbation sessions with each other, so the idea of doing it over Facetime or Zoom was not intimidating, only the time apart from real contact.

One evening over dinner, I did hear KC promise to ‘take care of me’ while Ally was away, and I could guess what her version of that expression meant with my wife gone for a week. I promised myself not to be tempted. Well, tempted maybe, but I would not fall. I would not succumb to temptation.

I saw Ally off at our local airport, as she headed up to Atlanta. Her father was picking her up, and she’d have the use of her mother’s car if she needed to run errands. About four hours later, I had a text that she’d arrived and was with her parents at their home. Her mother’s surgery was the next morning.

Later Sunday night, as arranged, Ally graced me with a Facetime call. She was in her old room at her mom and dad’s home, now a guest room. The image was flawless and we both got naked and set up the cameras to the other’s liking. She was using earbuds so the audio of our sexual taunts wouldn’t blare out. She gave me a tour of the room to remind me of her surroundings, and then we talked dirty to each other for twenty minutes as we edged and stroked ourselves to orgasms.

God, I have a hot wife. She was spectacular, and knew the right things to say and remind me of about our lovemaking to bring me off. I did the same for her. We bid goodnight, and ended the call.

Ten o’clock the next morning, I had a text from Ally: ‘Operation went well. Mom still out of it and in recovery. Doctor says she will make a speedy recovery. She’ll be at home with us by dinner – a good sign for her healing.”

I sent a bouquet of flowers to Peggy, Allison’s mother. We were on good terms, and often when joking she told me that she liked me more than her daughter. Around dinner time Monday evening, Ally texted that her mom was home and doing well. ‘Only small after effects except for the incision that needs to be cared for; and taking some injections of antibiotics for a week.’ That was good news. Ally added, “Be ready for our call about nine p.m.’

Shortly after nine, my laptop signaled an incoming Facetime call. I answered to find Ally sitting on her bed in a bra and panties. I was wearing briefs and by our large bed with my laptop ready to interact.

She said, “Hi, Lover. I am so horny for you that I could about pop. Let’s jerk off and jill off. I’m dripping with my need for lovemaking with you.”

We each got naked and repositioned our laptop computers so that the other could have an optimal and complete view of each other’s body and genitals as we stroked off. Ally was so sexy, and her breasts had that fullness and jiggle that I loved so much. I was crossways on the bed watching my wife and stroking myself.

Once we were happy with the cameras, she produced a familiar-looking pink dildo, and pointed at it and teased me in a sweet and informative tone, “This is Trent, my old boyfriend. He’s always wanted to get into my pussy since we were together in high school. I tried to teach him about foreplay, but we were usually too eager to start fucking to wait that long. You know how I have you often skip that step; well, he was the same way.”

I took hold of my cock, but didn’t offer up any alternative description, such as whose pussy it was going to ejaculate in. We each began stroking. I used my left hand to fondle my balls as I stroked with my right. Ally was pinching her breasts with one hand, and she rubbed her clit or plunged two fingers in her twat with the other. We were both sitting up to watch the other on our small screens.

After a couple of minutes of the erotic and sexual eye candy we offered each other, Ally picked up the dildo and plunged ‘Trent’ into her sodden cunt. She talked about how fulfilling ‘he’ was. She’d leave the dildo inside her and stroke her clit. She told me how she had a direct linkage between her nipples and her clit; and that Trent knew where to lick and bite when he was going down on her. She teased, “Maybe I should give him a call tomorrow to see whether he’d like some of this aged, prime, married pussy.” I ignored the teasing at that moment, but I’d remember that remark sooner rather than later.