“What happened next?” I pressed her to continue.
“It’s pretty low so he couldn’t really stand and he sat down on the bed as I came up the stairs. There was a proper bed with pillows and everything; plenty of space to play six miles high up.”
“Six miles?” I questioned.
“Yes, apparently.” Nicole confirmed. “Roger claimed the bed hadn’t been ‘christened’ yet but he didn’t waste any time pulling me in for a kiss and starting to unbutton my jacket.”
“Doesn’t sound like you were resisting.” I laughed.
Nicole laughed back, continuing “Next thing I knew I was down to my pearls and my panties. Roger’s definitely a breast-guy, that was nice, and while I was enjoying his attention to them he was also sneakily adroit at removing my panties.”
“Ok, now I’m getting hard.”
She laughed again. “And I’m getting wet telling you. It’s a shame we’re thousands of miles apart.”
“I know.” I told her, then “Go on with the story, what happened next.”
“It was about time to get him naked. He was straining at the leash so to say.” Nicole grinned.
My hardness twitched. “And…?”
“He has a really pretty cock, about the same size as yours, smooth and rock hard.”
I stroked myself. “Did you taste him?”
“Yes. I was afraid he was going to come too soon. He was pretty excited and it was like he hadn’t had sex in a long time.”

”You underestimate yourself Sweetie.” I told my wife. “You forget how any and every heterosexual man is going to react to the sexy, real woman that you are. We’re not all looking for impossible Barbie dolls you know.”
“Oh you’re so sweet; I love you.” Nicole replied.
“I love you too. But carry on with the details.”
“It was super hot but I needed to catch up with him so I pushed him back and decided to make use of his handsome face.”
“That’s so erotic. I’m imagining you riding his tongue at 40,000ft and it’s making me ridiculously hard.”
“Well I was riding something else before I knew it.” Nicole’s French aristocratic upbringing still inhibited her when it came to certain language.

”You were riding his cock..” It was a statement more than a question.

”Yes.” She replied. “It needs a better word that doesn’t sound so pornographic. I’m going to call it his ‘Harry’ now!”
“This IS pornographic. We’re having phone sex, sorta, while you’re telling me about fucking a guy.” I laughed as Nicole giggled. “Now continue…”
“Ok, so Roger grabbed my ass, you know I like that, and he was thrusting his Harry up and in me so hard, so fast, that I really didn’t have to do much.”
“Did you come?”
“Oh yes, loudly.” She giggled again. “It was really good. Roger obviously enjoyed it; I think he really couldn’t control himself in the end. Thank you for letting me have him; it was great sex, a nice orgasm, not as great as making love with you but it was really fun.”
“Would you do it again?” I asked her.
“I’m not sure. Maybe. Not with lots of guys but Roger is handsome and he has a nice body.” Nicole replied. “But the big condition is that it would only be if you wanted me to and were ok with it.”
“Maybe I’ll be there next time.” I winked at her. ‘There’s a big part of me that wants to see all this in person, you know that’s a fantasy of mine.”