Erotic Fiction

Video Call Risk

The phone started ringing the exact second Lisa pulled me into the bedroom, her eyes locked on mine with that dangerous little smile. She answered the video call from her husband without missing a beat, propping the phone against the pillow so the camera caught only her face in the dim light.

My stomach dropped. Shock hit me like cold water. She was actually answering while I was right here, half-naked and rock hard, ready to fuck his wife. What the hell was she thinking? My heart slammed against my ribs as Mark’s voice filled the room.

“Hey baby,” he said casually from his hotel room. “How is everything going over there?”

I froze for a long second, brain racing with panic and disbelief. This was insane. One wrong move and he would see me. But Lisa just lay back, spreading her thighs wider, her soaked pussy glistening right in front of me. The risk slowly sank in, twisting into something darker and hotter. The thought crept up fast. He had no idea. He was chatting away like any normal night, while I was about to devour his wife. The forbidden rush flooded my veins, turning shock into pure fire.

I did not wait any longer. I dragged my tongue in one slow, wet line up her soaked pussy, savoring how sweet and ready she tasted. Lisa’s hips gave the tiniest twitch but her face stayed perfectly calm for the camera. “I am fine. Just lying in bed. It is way too hot for clothes tonight.”

That single sentence sent a fresh wave of heat through me. I circled her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, then sucked it gently into my mouth while sliding two fingers deep inside her tight, dripping heat. She was burning hot and silky, clenching around my fingers as I pumped them slow and steady. Her juices coated my chin and ran down my hand, the risk of her husband chatting away on the screen making her even wetter. Every time Mark asked her something she answered in short breathy replies while I ate her like I was starving, the danger turning every lick and thrust of my fingers into pure fire.

“Yeah… the dog is fine,” she managed, biting her lip hard enough to leave a mark. “Nothing exciting here.”

Mark kept talking, completely clueless, going on about the hotel and his big meeting tomorrow. I sucked her clit harder, curling my fingers against that perfect spot inside her until her thighs started trembling around my head. Then it hit her. Her back arched off the bed as she came hard and completely silent, her pussy pulsing and fluttering wildly around my fingers while she forced out a soft, innocent “uh huh” for her husband.

I stayed right there, my cock throbbing painfully against my thigh, waiting for him to hang up. But Mark did not end the call. He kept going, asking about her day and telling her how much he missed her, his voice warm and lingering like he just could not let her go.

The realization slammed into me even harder now. He was still right there on the screen, talking to his wife, while her pussy was still twitching from my tongue. The forbidden rush flooded through me like electricity straight to my cock. I could not hold back anymore.

I rose up quietly and pressed the thick head of my cock against her soaked entrance. Lisa’s eyes widened for a split second but she kept her expression calm for the camera. I pushed in slowly, stretching her tight silky pussy wide open around my shaft. She felt incredible, hot and dripping, still fluttering from her orgasm. I sank all the way in until my balls pressed tight against her ass and held still, both of us barely breathing as Mark kept chatting.

“Love you babe. Call me if you need anything, okay?”

That is when the real thrill exploded. I started fucking her with slow, deep strokes while the call continued. Each thrust made her full breasts bounce softly. Her pussy gripped me perfectly, the wet sounds barely hidden by the ceiling fan. Knowing her husband was watching her face at that exact moment while I was buried balls deep inside her made everything ten times hotter. She was getting even wetter with every stroke, clearly loving the danger just as much as I was.

“Yeah… love you too,” she whispered, her voice cracking slightly as I picked up speed and drove deeper, harder. The bed creaked once. We both froze for half a second, but Mark kept talking, totally oblivious. That gave me the green light. I fucked her with raw passion, long powerful thrusts that made her moan silently against my neck while her body arched up to meet every single stroke.

The second the call finally ended and the screen went black, Lisa completely lost control.

“Fuck me harder,” she gasped, no longer holding anything back.

I slammed into her with everything I had, deep relentless strokes, skin slapping loud in the quiet room as her moans poured out raw and needy. Her nails dug into my shoulders, her legs locked tight around my waist, heels digging into my ass and pulling me in as deep as possible with every thrust. Her pussy clenched and fluttered wildly around my cock like it never wanted to let go. Another powerful orgasm crashed through her, making her whole body shake and her voice break as she cried out against my neck.

The insane rush of fucking her while her husband had been right there on the phone sent me over the edge fast. I buried myself as deep as I could go and came hard, flooding her pussy with thick hot pulses of cum, groaning into her skin as I pumped every last drop inside her.

We stayed locked together, chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat, her pussy still gently pulsing around my spent cock.

After a long moment she kissed me slow and deep, then pulled back just enough to whisper against my lips with a wicked, satisfied smile. “He had no idea you were balls deep inside me the whole time… and that made me come so much harder.”

She traced her fingers down my back, eyes sparkling in the dark. “Tomorrow night. Same time. Maybe we will see how long we can keep him on the call next time.”

That slow build from pure shock into raw, dangerous heat while he stayed on the line makes it hard to stop reading, does it not? The risk turning every single touch into something electric. Let me know if you want any part even hotter or tweaked more.

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