I swore I would never do this, yet here I am dialing the phone. I'm a married man and shouldn't be having phone sex. We've shared so much since we connected. I know what she looks like, as she does me, but we haven't done this. She answered, and my heart raced. "Hey, it's me."

A chuckle from her end. "Hey, it's me, too."

I struggled for a minute and decided to let things flow. "You are so fucking hot it makes me crazy."

I heard her take a breath. "I love your voice on the phone. It's so deep and sexy. Crazy, huh? What is the crazy man going to do to poor little me?"

"I'll find you in your bedroom waiting for me."

"What about my husband?"

"He's on a business trip, and I wouldn't care anyway. He can watch if he wants."

"What if he interferes? He might want to fight."

"Well, I could probably kick his ass if you want?"

"No, I do love him, and I wouldn't want him hurt. I figure it would be a tie anyway, and I wouldn't get laid either way."

"Uhm, I think we kind of got lost there. Would you mind if we kind of got back to crazy?"

She chuckled. "Yes, that would be good."

"Sorry, it's the first time for me, and I'm not very good at this. Okay, here we go.

"You look at me in shock when I appear in your doorway. The last thing you expected was for me to show up. You can see the lust in my eyes as I begin taking off my clothes. You start to move but stop when you see my naked chest and flat stomach. I see the interest in your eyes as I drop my pants to the floor and step out of them.

"I can see you breathing faster. The nipples on your amazing tits are hard rocks that I can't wait to lick and nibble. I've nothing left on except my boxer briefs when I arrive at the head of the bed. I want to be within your reach when I show you my massive erection. An erection you..."

"Massive? How massive is it?"

"Well, I mean, you've seen it, so?"

"Describe it for me."

"Well, at this moment, it's going kind of soft to tell the truth."

She chuckled, which didn't help. "Sorry, I keep getting distracted with the details. Let me give it a shot.

"I reach out and run my hand up that massive, huge, immense..."

"Oh, come on!"

Her laugh was more infectious than it should have been. When we got control of ourselves, I went for it. "I lean in and kiss your amazing lips, but I don't linger. I kiss my way to your neck and nibble my way up to your lovely ear. I trace it with my tongue while I run a hand up your stomach and cup your breast. My mouth meets yours again, and our tongues dance. My thumb traces your erect nipple, and your arousal grows.

"I want to tear that negligee from you and mount you like a beast. I control myself enough to slide it up and off, revealing your stunning body. My erection is indeed massive now, and your hand reaches out to touch my aching bulge. I slide my briefs down, and your hand grips me..."

"Grips you how? I mean, I'm lying on my back, and you're standing next to the bed. I'm thinking some kind of sideways grip thing, maybe? Should I roll onto my side or something?"

I was shaking my head when she quit laughing this time. Insult? Hold on for a minute. Here comes injury. "I hope you are better at Show than you are at Tell. I think my husband is coming. Gotta go! Bye!"

Feeling like an utter failure, I stuck my phone in my pocket and headed down the hall to the bedroom and my waiting wife. I walked into the room as she tossed her phone on the nightstand. "Well, the telling part needs some work. Come here, baby. Show is much more fun anyway."