I’ve been missing my husband for some time now. He is constantly gone on business and sometimes there is little I can do to contain myself while he is away. I’m on pins and needles all the time, as I become sexually frustrated. Sure, I take care of myself, but lets be honest, without him here, or at least without his voice, it just isn’t the same. That gave me an idea though. His voice. I’m sure if I called him and told him exactly what I was wearing he’d be instantly ready to have a little phone sex fun. I called him up. Didn’t pick up on the first ring. Or the second. Or the third. I was starting to lose faith when my husband, out of breath, answered the phone.

“Sorry,” he said, panting heavily, “I just got out of the shower.”

Perfect, I thought. He’s all ready for a little fun.