The Wrong Number

'I have no idea where you would get such a notion,' I told my wife, exasperated at being accused of cheating yet again.

We stood in the kitchen, across the table. Not once in all our married life, short though it was, had I ever messed around with anyone else. I was not like that. Having said that, there is only so much a man can take before he starts to think that he may as well play away and make it worth his while for being accused.

'How about that phone call for a start?' she accused.

I shook my head. 'That was a wrong number.'

'Was it?' she demanded.

'Yes.'

'Maybe it was bad timing.'

'It was a man,' I told her.

'Is that why you don't want to come near me?' she asked. 'Is it a man that you want and not me?'

'This is getting ridiculous,' I told her, reaching for the cigarettes and lighting one. Then I took my glass and went to the fridge to pour more wine.

'Is it? I saw those stories you wrote.'

'Those were before we met,' I replied. 'I wrote a lot of stories back then.'

'You still write.'

'Not like that.' I drank some wine. A few minutes before this conversation started I had a missed call on my mobile. It was a number that I didn't recognise. At the request of my wife I called the number and started speaking to a man that sounded older than I was, maybe by a good twenty years or more. Into the exchange with this man it turned out that he was asking if I had placed an advert looking for ladies. A special kind of lady. I hadn't. I wound up the chat quickly and then told her what he had said to me and then the fresh allegations had begun.

Now they were taking a unique turn.

'I don't know that,' she stated.

'Why can't you accept that I haven't done anything wrong?' I asked.

'Because you lie to me over stupid things. Then it's easy to think that you could be fucking someone else and the lie would come naturally.'

'I'm not fucking anyone.'

'Have you wanted to?'

'No.'

'Are you gay?'

'No,' I whispered. She was not aware that before we met I had slept with a couple of men and had been with a girlfriend that liked me to dress in lingerie and use a strap-on. They were good times and I remembered them fondly at times. I would have liked to do the lingerie thing again but she was not so broadminded. And I still wrote erotic stories but I hadn't done any featuring men or transsexuals for a long time, the stories she was referring to.

'Why can't you show me the reassurances I need?' she demanded.

'Because it pisses me off that you won't trust me,' I snapped. 'Every single day brings a new accusation. You should try writing because you have a good fucking imagination.'

'Fuck off!'

'Look, I've had a long day and I don't need this. I'm sleeping on the sofa.' I took my glass and the bottle from the fridge and headed into the lounge.

She was soon in the doorway.

'I can't deal with this right now,' I said, keeping my back to her. 'I just want some time to myself. To cool down.'

'Or to text the other one.'

'Leave me alone,' I whispered. I downed the glass of wine in one go after the door slammed behind me. I sat down and refilled it and stared up at the ceiling. Her paranoia was going to be the death of us if it continued as strong as it was. I didn't want that but the anger in me had me reaching for my phone.

Looking for the wrong number.

I sat there, staring at the number on the screen.

Long minutes passed and then I was saving the number into the contacts of the mobile. I composed a message.

Sent: I was telling the truth when I said I hadn't placed an advert. But, tell me this, are you the lady that is responding?

I sat there and waited for the reply to come. Part of me didn't think one would and a greater part was praying for it to arrive. It did.

Received: Yes, I am. Are you interested in meeting with me?

Sent: Tell me more about you.

Received: My name is Georgina. I'm sixty-three years old and I hope that isn't too old for you. You sounded young on the phone. You sounded sexy. Would you like a picture of me?

Sent: Sixty-three isn't too old. Please, send a picture.

Within a couple of minutes I was opening a picture on my phone. 'Georgina' appeared tall and slender, dressed only in black lingerie. One hand was wrapped around her erect cock. She was clearly a man but, then, whenever I had dressed up with a wig and make-up I could never have passed as a woman the way some could. My cock was hardening as I stared at her picture.

Sent: I like that. You look good. Do you live locally?

Received: That's one of my nicer photos. But I look better if you're standing in front of me or lying in my bed. I live in Holywood.

Sent: Good. I would have hated to be texting you and finding out you lived in Scotland or somewhere. You have a nice cock.

Received: Can you send me a picture of you?

Sent: I don't have any on my phone. Can I send you one in the morning? I could send you a picture of how hard you have made me.

Received: Just as good. My cock is already hard just thinking of what you might be like and how it would feel to be touching you. Kissing your cock and sucking hard on you. Do you like to have your cock sucked?

Sent: Who doesn't?

In case she decided to come back down and try to entice me upstairs, I quickly stood and pulled out my hard cock and took a photo of it with the phones camera and then sat down and sent it to Georgina.

Received: That looks like a cock I could have some serious fun with. Would you like to meet me tomorrow? I can send you the address.

Sent: I would love to meet you. I would love to kiss and undress you and suck your cock. I'd love to be inside you, fucking you.

Received: You know how to get a girl hot and bothered.

We arranged a time to meet and I had the address. The anger in me had made me take this step and even if I woke up in the morning and we made up I knew it was a matter of time before the accusations would flare up anew. No matter what, I was going to meet Georgina. An old part of me had reawakened and I was looking forward to being with another man again.

Received: I'm stroking my cock thinking of how good it will be to have your cock deep inside me, pushing hard into me. I have my favourite dildo inside me…deep inside. It feels very good. I prefer to have a cock.

Sent: I'm so hard at the thought of that. I can't wait until tomorrow comes when we don't have to lie in separate houses, thinking of what it would be like. Tomorrow we will know.

It was so tempting to pull down my trousers and start stroking my hard cock, thinking about the beautiful Georgina until I came. But my wife could come down at any moment and a new storm would rage between us. I couldn't risk it. We sent each other several more messages and by the time we bade each other goodnight I was raging hard and frustrated that I couldn't give myself the release all this talk had generated in me.

I eventually got to sleep late in the night though I kept on thinking about what the morning was going to bring.

When morning did arrive and I took my wife to work there was a part of me that did feel bad about what I was about to do. However, the frosty silence that lasted the entire journey to her work gave me more resolve about sleeping with Georgina. I smiled whenever I pulled away and then drove the short distance to a local supermarket where, because of the early hour, not many other shoppers were about as I purchased opaque stockings, panties and a suspender belt. The girl on the checkout gave me a quizzical look as I paid for them but it didn't matter to me what thoughts she might have going through her head.

As I drove home to get showered and dressed I knew that I couldn't take the steps that I had used to. I couldn't shave my legs and wear sheer stockings as this would arouse suspicion; hence the black opaque stockings. I could trim my pubic hair and shave around the tops of the stockings where my hair was thinner and sparse. In the attic was a pair of knee high boots I used to wear. I hadn't got rid of them when I got married; they were good quality and expensive and very sexy to wear.

Back at the house I brewed the kettle to have a coffee and then sat down to enjoy it before I got ready. I sat there and toyed with the idea of calling Georgina but I didn't want to wake her if she wasn't awake.

By the time I had finished my coffee I had received a message asking if I was awake from her. I poured another coffee and dialled her number.

'Good morning,' I greeted her.

'Good morning.'

'Did you sleep well?' I asked.

'Eventually I did,' she replied. 'I kept on thinking about today and it was hard to get over.'

'I can relate.'

'You're able to talk then?'

'Yes.'

'I'm excited about meeting you.'

'I can't wait,' I told her. 'I'll be jumping in the shower shortly then I will be round. I know we said later but, to be honest, I want to be with you now.'

'I've been up since six, getting ready for you. You can come over any time you want. I'll be waiting.'

'Even just talking to you I am so hard.'

'Like you said, I can relate.'

'I'll be there as soon as I can.'

'I'll see you then, sweetheart.'

I ended the connection and stood up. I undressed in the bathroom and stepped into the shower once the water had heated up and washed myself. Unable to have done anything about it last night I now thought of her and wanked, dreaming of being inside her, of sucking her cock. I gasped when I came, covering my hand in sperm that I raised to my lips and drank down, still pumping my cock hard.

Having dried myself off, I trimmed my pubic hairs and then dressed in those items I had bought. With the stockings in place and attached to my suspender belt I shaved away the hairs above. I put on trousers and a shirt and climbed into the attic and retrieved my boots, hidden away in a box at the very back. After I was back down from there I put them on and hurried to the car for the, hopefully, short journey to Holywood. But I looked at the clock in the kitchen and prayed that I wouldn't hit lots of traffic.

As it was I made good time and not really knowing the town that well I ended up having to call Georgina and have her give me directions until I pulled into the driveway of her home. I was trembling with excitement as I stepped out of the car and walked to her front door. She was waiting and opened it as I stepped up and she invited me in.

She was attractive in the flesh. Wearing a short robe I was able to admire her slender legs encased in sheer white nylon. A dark wig framed her face. Her make-up was immaculate and it was obvious that years of practice created the illusion of an attractive woman. Her age was evident but there was nothing she could have done about that. As she closed the door, the robe opened and I caught a glimpse of a basque that held up her stockings and the wonderful bulge in her panties.

'I've coffee brewed if you fancy a cup,' she said, standing close to me and then she kissed me on the cheek.

I kissed her back but took hold of her face in my hands and kissed her softly on the mouth, probing her with my tongue, aching for her as I had done all night long. I moaned as I kissed her, pushed my body lightly against her and felt her arousal pressing against my leg.

'That's a proper welcome,' she whispered, taking my hand and leading me into her kitchen.

I sat down and she poured some coffee. The robe fell open again and I stared at her body. Fake breasts filled the cups of her basque delightfully. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she moved around and then she sat down opposite me.

'It's good to finally meet you,' she said. 'I'm very happy that I misdialled your number.'

'So am I.'

'You're very handsome. Very sexy.'

'Thank you,' I replied.

'I hope I'm not too forward in hoping this might be the start of something meaningful. I don't do one night stands. Or in this case, one morning ones.'

'Neither do I.'

'And you don't need to worry. I know that you're married. Whatever we can share together that is enough for me.'

'That's very liberal.'

'I'm at an age where I hope for pleasure and company and if I have that with you I will take what we can together, when we can.'

I stood up and walked around the table to her and sat next to her. I turned my chair and started to kiss her again, soft and light kisses to her lips before my arousal created more desire and I was kissing her passionately. Georgina responded and soon we were kissing hard, our hands caressing each other. I rubbed at her cock and felt how wonderfully hard she was. She was thick and long. I sighed as I rubbed her.

'Maybe we should take this to my bedroom,' she suggested.

'Definitely.'

Georgina led the way upstairs to a tastefully decorated master bedroom and we stood near to the bed as she undressed me. She unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, kissing my nipples as her hands undid my trousers and pushed them to the floor. I stepped from them and she smiled at the sight of my lingerie.

'Very arousing,' she whispered, reaching out and caressing my cock through my new panties.

I moaned at this light caress, trembling with increasing desire as she discarded her robe. I had dreamed of this all night and now I lowered myself to my knees and pulled down her panties. I took a firm hold of her thick cock and pulled back her foreskin and I lightly kissed her cock. My tongue licked at her and up and down her shaft before I shuffled closer and started to suck on her. I took as much into my mouth as I could and sucked hard on her. It had been so long since I had last done this I hoped that I hadn't lost my touch. I know I hadn't lost my desire to be doing this, nor my enthusiasm. As I sucked on Georgina's cock, I cupped her smooth balls and stroked her shaft. It reminded me of how I used to feel when I was with other men; all smooth and shaven.

I delighted in having her in my mouth. It was divine. I started to wonder why I had given all this up for a normal life when, to be honest, this was normal for me. I licked her entire shaft, sucked hard on her head and played with her balls, waiting for the delicious moment when she came. I longed to feel that first spurt fill my mouth and then the rest that followed. I was hungry for it. I needed it.

I kept on licking and sucking at her until I felt her balls tighten in my hand and I moaned at the thought it was about to happen. I kept just her head in my mouth as I sucked harder and stroked with a firmer grip. Just as I had anticipated, she came and I revelled in the taste of her as she filled my mouth and I swallowed every last drop.

When she was done I leant back and smiled at her, keeping my hand on her cock. 'That was wonderful,' I told her.

'You suck cock very well.' She reached down and took my hand and helped me to my feet.

I was taken to the bed and I watched as she lay down and spread her legs for me. Her cock lay to one side and she reached under a pillow and brought out some lubricant that she handed to me.

'Make love to me, sweetheart.'

I put it to one side and softly stroked Georgina's leg, feeling the sensual material under my fingertips. My cock hardened and my breath quickened as I touched her, caressed the soft flesh of her thighs and then I cupped her balls and held her cock once more, sighing in pleasure.

'This reminds me of how I used to be, all soft and smooth, so attractive.' Seeing her like this made me long for those past days when all I wore was lingerie, of how diligent I was in keeping myself smooth. Time spent moisturising my legs and body, taking the time to make sure a lover was satisfied with all I had done for them.

'The day might come when you can be so again,' she said.

'Perhaps,' I wished, my hands now caressing her breasts. I knew they were not real, that they were nothing more than fake implants within the cups of her basque but they certainly felt real. There was even a hard nipple that I felt as my palms pressed upon them.

I kissed her long and hard, my body pressed tight to her, my cock rubbing at her thighs. I couldn't wait to be inside her a moment longer. Rising up, I shuffled back and stood up. Lowering my panties, I freed my cock and was glad to have the release. I took hold of myself and stroked slowly as I stared upon my older lover.

'You have a nice cock,' she smiled, licking her lips.

Taking the lubricant, I opened the tube and squeezed it into the palm of my hand and then slowly stroked my hard cock until I was fully wet and glistening. I sat on the edge of the bed and applied more to her anus; pushing my finger in when I was certain she was ready. She groaned and writhed on the bed, gasping with pleasure as my finger pushed deep into her.

I noticed something that I had experienced before. When I had first been with a man, he had sucked my cock as I had done to Georgina. As I had been laying on the bed, waiting for him to ready me, his finger inside me, I had hardened anew. Georgina was hardening, her cock growing before my eyes. When I had been with a woman I had never recovered so quickly.

As I fingered her I leant down and started to suck her cock again, letting her fully harden within my mouth. That was a wonderful sensation. Sucking upon her and feeling her grow and fill me.

I now knelt on the edge of the bed and she shuffled backwards, reaching for pillows behind her. When she raised her bottom from the duvet I placed them under her, raising her up. Again, I caressed her legs before I took hold of my cock and edged closer, placing it at her entrance.

It had been years since I had been in such a position. I was nervous and excited as though this was my first time. I felt the same things I had done back then as I pressed harder and felt her relax and allow me to start entering her. That initial penetration was wonderful, feeling her tightness all around my shaft as I pushed into her. Her gasps of pleasure had me awash with desire as I buried my cock deep inside her. When my balls pressed at the base of her bottom I stayed there, slowly moving from side to side, moving my cock inside her as I stroked her.

'I knew you would be a good lover,' she whispered. 'Your cock feels so good, honey. So good.'

I kept on stroking her cock for a couple of minutes as I shivered in anticipation of making love to her. I adored being inside her, feeling the heat of her body around my invasive cock. Slowly, I drew back and then thrust forward, sighing with each exquisite stroke. I held on to her bent knees as I made love to her slowly, sighing with pleasure, listening to her and watching her writhe beneath me. Georgina kept her eyes closed but her mouth was open as she panted and sighed. Her hands were either on her breasts or on her cock as I thrust into her. She was a beautiful sight to behold. Nothing else in the world mattered to me now apart from what we were sharing. We were sharing each other, loving each other and it was intense and fulfilling.

From time to time I looked down at her stroking her cock, eager to feel her inside me, pushing deep into me. That had also not occurred in years. It had been suggested to me once that getting married might have not been the right choice for me, taking into account the varied sex I had been having until I met my wife. Being with Georgina started to make me wonder if I had ignored sound advice. I had loved that time of my life and knew that it had stemmed from earlier periods of experimentation and development. As my cock thrust in and out of this older woman I wondered if the guillotine had just come down on my life as I now knew it.

Georgina was steadily becoming more vocal as I made love to her, gripping her cock harder and faster. I maintained my steady rhythm, pulling out and thrusting in, caressing her knees and thighs, watching her and desiring her. My heart hammered away, my sensations spiralled and I was soon reaching the point where I would come.