Another kind of phone sex

Summary

A man recounts an intensely erotic experience at a swingers club where the violation of club rules by another man using his phone during a sexual encounter heightens the narrator's arousal.

Abstract

In a swingers club where mobile phones are typically banned, a man describes a particularly memorable encounter with his much younger mistress. Despite the club's rules, another man uses his phone during the act, which surprisingly excites the narrator. The scene is set on a "Greedy Girls Night," where the narrator's girlfriend is the center of attention, engaging with multiple men while the narrator watches and participates. The phone incident stands out as a moment of unexpected arousal for the narrator, as the man's casual conversation on the phone while receiving sexual pleasure from the narrator's girlfriend emphasizes a sense of dominance and objectification that deeply excites him.

Opinions

The narrator finds the act of breaking the club's rules by using a phone during sex to be deeply exciting.
The nonchalant attitude of the man on the phone, despite receiving sexual attention, is perceived as a form of dominance by the narrator.
The narrator's girlfriend's willingness to engage with other men and her enjoyment of the situation contribute to the overall erotic atmosphere.
The narrator is aroused by the objectification of his girlfriend by the other man, who treats her as a mere sexual object for his pleasure.
The narrator views the other man's behavior as a display of mastery over both the narrator and his girlfriend, which intensifies his own sexual experience.

When breaking the rules is a turn on

Mobile/Cell phones are banned at swingers clubs, sex clubs. I imagine this is a universal rule, so when a man got his out, his phone, you dirty minded lot, (his cock was already out) he should have been removed.

I, however, just found it deeply exciting.

I was fucking my secret mistress, some twenty years younger than me, who turned heads everywhere she went. We were in the missionary position, on a brown vinyl bed, in a curtained off side room of the club, on a Greedy Girls Night. Loads of men. Hardly any women but all of them constantly busy. She was naked, sweating and orgasming with her natural ease. A couple of men knelt on the bed either side of us while many others craned their necks round to watch and wank.

The two men with us on the bed jerked themselves too while she played with their balls, occasionally taking over stroking them if they needed it, but I think the real joy they had was the proximity to her large young breasts, beautiful seductive face and full lips. As well as the unspoken knowledge they could cum on her anywhere and she would be up for it. The tickling of their balls just a bonus. One man came and scolded her breasts with his cum. It was hot enough to burn she told me later.

Then the other guys phone went off. He shouldn’t have even have had it on him so there was a hush and some tuts as he took the call. My girlfriend held and stroked his erection so he could concentrate more easily on answering his phone. Being British we were all too polite to say anything but he wasn’t recording her, or even talking about her it seemed, so it wasn’t too awful.

It was the way he did it that turned me on though. It was so dismissive. He wasn’t speaking English so he might have been saying what a hot woman he was using right then, but it sounded more like he was arranging for a decorator to come round or discussing the football with a mate, perhaps making a minor business deal. She rubbed his dick against her nipple and still he talked casually on. She even patted the head of his cock on her cheeks, dangerously close to the blowjob we had decided against allowing on our first tentative visit, but it didn’t stop him talking.

He didn’t even bother to look at her. His dismissiveness of her, the situation and what she was doing for him, with her boyfriend right there, was a taste of dominance that I’m not even sure a long whipping would have matched. And god did that turn me on. I fucked her harder.

Eventually he put the phone back into the pocket of his unzipped jeans, but not until he had concluded his call normally. Only then did he hump a load onto her breasts, his fly marking her soft white skin where it rubbed. At that moment I knew she was nothing but a whore to him, an object to use. I lifted myself up to give him room to do it properly, this master of me as well as her.

He left without a word and the two men were replaced with others.

MICRO EROTIC FICTION

Another kind of phone sex

When breaking the rules is a turn on