Mature Phone Sex with Carol- How she came to be a Steamy Sex Op!
Although my sex life with my cuckold husband was amazing, there always remained a nagging feeling inside of me that there was so much more missing. As much as I hate to say so, it wasn’t until after years of being married to him that I suddenly realized he just wasn’t doing the trick for me anymore. It was like one day a gamut of different emotions suddenly overtook me—forcing me to decide once and for all to become a single gal yet again; a sudden passion for females; a mad lust to be with different men of different ethnicities; the burning desire to swing with both sexes at once . . . That was nearly 10 years ago.
In my 48 years of life, I can honestly say leaving him to pursue my true sexual longings was the best decision I ever made. Don’t get me wrong—at times I still get lonely, which is precisely why I enjoy being a phone sex operator so much; it fulfills my own sexual fantasies and at the same time, allows me to please men in need of a release as well.
My career in the adult entertainment industry began 5 years ago when my daughter’s friend, Monica, bragged to us about her wild job as a phone sex-fetish girl. Little did I know then, that Monica’s wild stories of sitting at home all night—chatting with horny men on a myriad of erotic subjects like foot fetishes, nylons, ass worship, and golden showers—would soon keep me tossing in sweat-soaked sheets for endless nights yet to cum; for one week straight, all I did was drool over images of Monica lying on her bed fingering her silky young cunt . . . orgasming again and again from the voices of different men . . . some throaty whispers, other’s husky and coarse . . . guiding the veins of her swollen pink clitoris to reckless ecstasy with their innermost secret fetishes, desires, fantasies . . . Trust me; it didn’t take me long after that to call her begging for more details!
My first caller’s thick, sultry voice sent scalding chills of excitement coursing through my spine, leaving no doubt in my mind that this conversation wouldn’t lead to anything but a hot and steamy phone sex session!
He described what he looked like, then told of how he was an older, sexually-repressed man married to a stodgy, conservative wife. I listened to him, knowing full well there was no way in hell his fantasy—of being dressed in a woman’s crusty used panties and warm bra, then having her fuck him with a strap-on—would ever cum to fruition as long as he remained married to the frigid, fat bitch who no longer resembled the young, lithe creature he had initially married.
I first dressed him from head to toe in black leather, then bent him over, ramming his tight, virgin asshole full of my 12 inch rubber cock. I never knew how much talking about a fantasy such as this would excite me—never knew how highly fun an erotic fucking a full-grown man’s ass could be!
By the end of our call he came twice and so did I. Both of us drenched in sweat, barely clinging to the thread of communication between us called the phone. My very first call—45 minutes of phonesex I would have otherwise never conceived of trying, nor had the guts to do if it hadn’t been for Monica’s stories! And now, here I am, 5 years later, knowing there’s no way I could sexually survive without phonesex!
