Chapter 3: The Phone Call
The next night, James was alone in bed again. Kacey had gone out again, dressed in a skin tight black dress, her hair blown out and exquisitely styled. As James wondered what his wife was doing with her dominant black boss, the phone rang.
He glanced at the clock—1:02 AM. Who could that be at this hour?
Despite his questions, he knew the answer before he saw the caller ID. Tony.
He stared at the phone, his heart beating wildly as he debated answering the call. After all, what would Kacey's boss want with him, especially after detailing how they were using James' wife to fulfill their deepest desires?
His thumb hesitated over the accept button.
Part of him was curious while the other half fearful of what he’d hear once he picked up. With hesitance, he pressed answer.
“Hello?” James’ voice echoed in the spacious room. He couldn’t hide the nervousness even if he tried.
“James,” Tony’s deep baritone rumbled. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”
“No, I was just… laying here,” James replied lamely. He looked around the dimly lit room, trying to find something else to focus on.
Tony chuckled. "I'm sure. Just thought I'd let you know that Kacey's fine. In fact, I've never seen her happier." James tensed at Tony's words. He did not want to consider the possibility that Kacey was truly happy with her powerful, well-endowed lover. However, he could not stop himself from asking, "What are you implying, Tony?" The edge in James' voice was only barely contained.
"I mean, your wife is enjoying some big black dick. I invited some friends to share her. Just listen." He paused for a moment, and I could hear murmurs and laughter in the background, along with Kacey's husky voice. "I thought you should know that she's having fun. I didn't want you to wait up, wondering where she was or if she were safe."
A jolt of anger coursed through me, but I kept my voice steady. "So you just decided to call me and share all the gory details?