The Subtle Pleasures of Aural Sex
No, that’s not a typo
My coworker was endlessly frustrated by her boyfriend.
We sat side by side at our phones and computers, waiting for the next inbound call to come in. That gave us plenty of free time, and she passed a lot of it telling me her relationship troubles.
She was still really attracted to her boyfriend but she had trouble keeping him interested. When she did manage to rope him in for a fuck or two, he’d soon be distracted again.
Whether they had mismatched sex drives or he was playing mind games by going hot and cold, she had no idea.
But the one thing she knew is that she had an ace up her sleeve. He was really turned on by girl-on-girl action.
So, whenever he started drifting from her, she’d lean on his lesbian fantasies. She would talk dirty to him, painting a picture of what she’d do to another woman. She’d dream up lesbian and FFM scenarios to keep him in a haze.
Because if he was thinking about her eating pussy, at least that meant he was thinking of her.
Other times, she’d make it more vivid and find a real life woman to make out with for him. She’d lock lips with someone she found at a bar or a party, peeking at him from the corner of her eye, making sure he was watching.
And then there was me.
We spoke a lot and we spoke openly, so she knew I was attracted to women.
In her mind, that meant I wanted to fuck her. But no, I didn’t feel that way about her. By the time I realized she was on the make, I had already friend zoned her.
She didn’t really pick up on that, though. And I realized that when she came to my place for drinks.
She brought her boyfriend. I lived with mine.
We hung out. We had fun. It was casual.
And once we were decently drunk, her boyfriend’s ulterior motive started slipping out.
I don’t know what she had told him. I don’t know what got his hopes up. But he clearly came over thinking he was definitely going to watch two gals scissor in front of him before the end of the evening.
Once we were properly liquored up, he started dropping the propositions.
“We should play a game,” he announced during a lull in conversation. “Do you guys know how to play Director?”
We didn’t, but the premise was simple enough. Us girls would be the movie stars. He and Mr. Austin would “direct” us by moving our bodies in whatever position they wanted.
I could see where this was going — hand on tit, face to pussy, undressed and posed in awkward positions. No thank you.
Plus, I didn’t want my first bisexual experience to be with a human marionette.
We all politely passed on that one. He proposed another game. I can’t remember what it was, but it would also involve a lot of sapphic action. That one got a pass, too, whatever it was.
He kept nudging things toward sex, and we kept hearing him out. Not because we were polite hosts but because we were willing to entertain the idea.
I was kind of down for it — at least, I could be convinced.
Mr. Austin was down for it, too — he can be pretty easy going when it comes to sex.
My friend seemed reluctant, though.
I don’t think she was attracted to women. Not in a serious way. I got the sense that she would try eating pussy, but only to impress her boyfriend and only if she was pushed into it.
I wasn’t going to do the pushing. I’m a submissive lady — I don’t get off on taking charge or leading the chase.
And like I said, I wasn’t all that attracted to her. I wasn’t exactly rushing to tear her panties off.
In the end, she was the one who came up with the game that convinced us all to play.
She called it an imitation game. Both couples would stay in the same room, and we would fool around with our partners. Only, we’d take turns following each other’s leads. If he licked her nipples, Mr. Austin would lick mine — that sort of thing.
That worked for her. No inter-couple contact. No finding out what pussy tastes like. Just some basic, naughty fun.
That worked for me, too. I was drunk, kind of horny, and I was going to fuck Mr. Austin by the end of the night either way. So, why not turn it into a party?
Mr. Austin and I had the bed. They threw some blankets and pillows on the floor and got comfortable.
We made out with our partners. We got our tits fondled. We reached down and rubbed their cocks through their pants. I forget which one of us started what and which just copied the other. It didn’t matter — the imitation game didn’t last long, anyway.
When I took Mr. Austin’s cock in my mouth, I lost track of what else was happening in the room (this one I remember — I was taking the lead, not copying a blowjob).
Once my jaw got too sore to keep going, I lifted my head and looked over at the floor. There wasn’t much to see. My friend was entirely under the blanket, but I could see that her head was bobbing down. Her boyfriend had his eyes closed, taking in the pleasure he was receiving.
I nudged Mr. Austin to have a look and we watched them as we touched each other.
Then we got distracted again. We were too busy with each other to keep our eyes on what they were doing.
But it didn’t matter because we could hear them.
And we didn’t just hear them — we listened.
I might not have been attracted to my friend, but it didn’t matter. Hearing her moan, groan, whimper, and get fucked was incredibly fucking hot.
Knowing they could hear me moan, groan, whimper, and get fucked was really hot, too.
We kept a separation between use. We didn’t swap partners or get in a puppy pile together, but it still felt like we were helping each other get off. We didn’t touch, but we were all having aural sex together.
Sound Is a Big Part of Sex
I knew I liked the sound of sex, but that night helped me see just what a big difference it can make.
Sound is an underappreciated component of sex and arousal. That’s because its effect can be so subtle. It’s easy not to notice it, but you miss it when it’s gone.
That’s why I won’t watch porn on mute.
It doesn’t do much for me to just watch the action unfold on screen. I can sometimes get turned on by a really good porn GIF, but once it wets my appetite I always move on to something with a volume control.
I can’t get immersed unless there’s audio.
In a way, the sound is even more important than the visuals to me. I can listen to audio porn and get completely drawn in by the sound of people fucking or masturbating.
And it’s not just the dirty talk and the moaning.
It’s the way someone’s breath hitches when they’re touched in just the right way.
The way their breathing gets heavier as they get more aroused.
The way they grunt and groan as they get close to coming.
Sound is the strongest evidence of someone’s arousal and enjoyment. It only makes sense that it has the power to make us horny as all fuck.
The more incidental sounds of sex are a really nice extra touch, too.
The way the sheets rustle when they’re gripped tightly.
The sound clothes makes when it slips off someone’s body. The hair brushing against your shirt as it’s pulled over your head.
The sharp sound of a hard spank is delicious. The slapping of hips against your ass during a really good pounding is even better.
It’s all subtle. It’s easy to forget about them and not pay them any attention at all. But when they’re missing, the air feels empty.
How to Have Aural Sex
The more I realize how powerful aural sex can be, the more deliberate I am about making use of it.
I don’t just call it “aural sex” to be cute (it’s cute, though, right?) I call it that because I think using sound to enhance arousal and pleasure really is its own sex act.
One way to have aural sex is to take away the visual component of sex. When you can’t see your partner or what they’re doing, it locks your focus on the sounds and the other sensations.
Being blindfolded forces you to listen more. It makes the sound a more prominent part of your sex play.
When you’re not in the same room as the person you want to fuck, phone sex can have the same effect. Leave the camera off and just lose yourself in their breath and their voice.
I’ve also used my podcasting mic to enhance the auditory stimulation. It magnifies the sound of our bodies touching and interacting. Hearing them channeled through my headphones makes me feel like I’m floating in the noise.
Another way to have aural sex is to be more deliberate about making noise during sex. Realizing how hot it is to listen can help you let go and let loose. Be as loud as you want. Talk dirty and moan loudly. It’s going to make the experience better for your partner (and probably for you, too).
You can also make a conscious effort to be more attentive. Make it a point to listen to the way the sheets sound when your hands slide across them, to the way your partner breathes, and to anything else that hits your eardrum.
And if your bi-curious friend gets cold feet at the last minute, at least you can still dim the lights and get hot listening to her fuck her boyfriend.
If you want to hear more about this, check out the Aural Sex (Audio Porn, Orgasm Recordings, Dirty Talk, and a Cringey Phone Sex Story) episode of my podcast, Pillow Talk With Emma Austin.
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