Sweet Danger by Violet Blue

her online as “Cheating Slutwife Who Takes All Cummers!!!” with blurredface lingerie shots marked CERTIFIED REAL. She didn’t need dirty-minded men from across the nation calling and pouring cumshots in her ear any more than I needed her in a slutty teddy, fishnets, and high heels to be crazy in lust with her.
    But none of it hurt our sex life. She was on her sixth call that night, her second night. She decided not to stick to our initial one-night-a-week plan, “just to spice things up.” She actually suggested that she could, you know, learn faster if she did it every night for a while. The fact that we’d had fucking incredible hours-long sex last night starting the moment she rang off her shift—that couldn’t have had anything to do with it.
    Just twenty-four hours ago, Ariel could barely utter the word “fuck” without some hesitation. Now, with only a little prodding from me, she had a mouth like a sailor.
    Was I invading the men’s privacy? Well…in a word, yes . I was listening to them fuck my wife. She was selling a fantasy, and on some level I was invading that fantasy. I was also probably breaking some kind of telecommunications law.
    But fuck , my dick was hard. Crime had never turned me on so fucking much.
    Of course, my favorite teddy was a little worse for wear—last night, she’d worked three hours. But then, I liked her dirty. When she asked to do it again tonight, how could I have told her to wear anything but my favorite?
    And besides, describing what she was wearing was a hell of a lot easier when she told the truth.
    Though she did pretty well with her business suit, too.
    “And when I suck my boss off under the table? I’m wearing a short, tweed skirt, a low-cut, pearl-colored blouse, nude-colored stockings and—”
    “Does your husband go down on you?”
    Ariel cocked her head at me.
    I shrugged.
    “When I’m sucking my boss?”
    “No,” said the guy. “Whenever. Like, tonight. When you go to bed after fucking your boss, will he go down on you?”
    I was there before she answered. She gave off a merry little giggle as I buried my face in her crotch.
    She tried to shove me away.
    I wasn’t having it. I kept at her. She kept trying to shove me away, but her heart wasn’t in it.
    “After I fuck?”
    “After you fuck your boss.”
    “When I’m dirty,” she said.
    Simon made a hungry, desperate sound.
    “Yeah, yeah. Dirty,” he said. “Filthy, dirty.”
    “Dirty.”
    “Dirty.”
    “Filthy.”
    “Filthy.”
    “Dirty.”
    “Dirty.”
    They kept at it like that for a while, saying “Filthy” and “Dirty” back at each other, while Ariel tried to dodge my face and shove me away from her crotch. She even tried to close her thighs, but that was not in the cards—not least because Ariel clearly didn’t want it. She just kept saying “Dirty” and “Filthy” as we both got breathless from our wrestling match. Ariel took greater pleasure in each word with each recitation, Simon clearly becoming more aroused.
    “Does he?” he finally asked.
    “Well, you know, he does go down on me,” she said. “Though not nearly as much as he should. No husband ever goes down on his wife as much as he should.”
    “Don’t I know it!” chortled Simon.
    “But in fact, he’s here right now, and I think—”
    “He’s there with you?” The guy sounded slightly upset.
    “He just got home from work.”
    “Oh, man,” said the guy playfully. “He’s gonna be mad you’re having phone sex.”
    “Mmmmm—I don’t think so,” she said. “You want me to tell him?”
    “He’ll be mad.”
    She finally relented and let me get my fingers under the snaps of her crotch. I plucked them away.
    “I’m having phone sex,” she told me.
    I looked shocked.
    “Is he mad?” the guy asked. I still couldn’t tell if he was amused or dismayed. I didn’t care.
    “And I fucked my boss at lunch,” she said, biting her finger seductively as she looked down at me.
    “Oh, man,” said