Copyright© 2003

Edited by Big D, circa 2005

There was a young girl from Annista
Who dated a lecherous mister.
He fondled her titty,
Got one finger shitty,
Then screwed up his courage and kissed 'er.

The shrill scream of the phone violently wakes Ron up from a deep contented sleep. The darkness is total and his eyes see nothing, but with the familiarity of years of living in the same home and with the same layout, he turns upon his bed and fumbles for the receiver. It seems to violently reverberate the darkness as it continues to call out to him even as his hands grasp the cool smooth handset.

Pulling it toward his ear, the sudden silence of the phone seeming like a loss in the darkness, Ron lays his head back on his soft pillow and brings the receiver to his ear. Swallowing, Ron finally growls, "Yea?"

There is loud rock music in the background. It is the first thing he notices. "Ron?"

Her voice causes him to come awake quickly. Its his wife, "Elly? What is it? Are you OK?" He sits up on an elbow, male concern overwhelming him. No one calls in the dead of the night unless there is something terribly wrong.

"Can you hear me OK Ron?" She was half shouting over the music?

Ron subconsciously answers in almost a shout himself, "The music is loud honey. What is it, what is wrong?"

A hand was placed over the mouthpiece and he could hear a mumbled request to turn down the music. Where was his wife anyway - some club or bar? Hell, she was supposed to be on a business trip.

The hand is removed and the music is now only a distant background sound. "Is that better Ron? Can you hear me now?"

"Yes, yes! I can hear you fine Elly. What the hell is going on?"

"You can you hear clearly?"

His wife sounded drunk to his experienced ear, and he was starting to get a little angry now that he realized that she did not seem to be hurt, "Yes god damn it!"

Then Ellen giggled and spoke very close to the phone so that her words were muffled by the mouthpiece, but Ron still understood every word, "I want you to listen very carefully Ron... as Jerry fucks me in the ass!"

Ron froze, his gut clenched and his heart felt as if it stopped beating.

Another giggle on the other end of the phone and a muffled movement, "In fact, Jerry already shot all over my face after I tit fucked him in the guys toilet."

A vile taste came to Ron's mouth and he spot coldly, "You're drunk!"

He heard his wife move away from the receiver and speak to someone else, "I'm not ready yet baby - use more lube!" A giggle and then his wife spoke again to him, "I am not too drunk not to realize what I am doing."

Ron sputtered, "I'm going to hang up Elly?" He waiting for a response and knew he could not, at least not yet, hang up.

Her voice turned ugly and she spat at the phone, almost shouting, "You are going to sit there and listen to me get fucked in the ass you bastard!" A sudden grunt and then a lengthy silence before she spoke again, "Oh Ron... Jerry had me wear a butt plug this last hour and I am all ready for him now I think... !" A lengthy guttural groan and then more silence.

Ron knew he should hang up, should end this humiliation - his wife of twelve years was on a business trip and with some guy named 'Jerry'. It was like seeing an accident on the freeway - you just had to slow down and look.

"Jerry is in... and he is so fucking big Ron, much bigger than you!"

He could hear his wife's breathing intensify in both volume and speed.

A giggle and then a long groan.

Then away from the receiver, "Say 'hi' Jerry?"

Very close to the phone a very deep but unknown voice grunted, "Hi".

Still away from the phone, "Tell my bastard of a husband what you are doing?"

A male grunt, "I'm fucking your wife in the ass."

Ron could not place the accent.

The phone returned close to my wife, and a malicious giggle preceded her voice, "Ron? I told Jerry that I will be his little slut until my flight back home. Did you hear that you bastard? Tomorrow he is going to take me to his friends house and while they watch football I am going to be their fuck-slut Ron. I'm your wife you bastard but I don't care what Jerry or his friends do to me!"

The phone suddenly fell onto something and it was momentarily forgotten as my wife started to grunt in time to the deeper sounds of her weekend lover.