Flash Fiction: Phone Sex by Guy Hogan

She said, What’s your name?

Harry.

Harry, do you have a last name?

I’m not going to tell you my last name.  What are you doing?  What are you wearing?

I’m relaxing on the sofa, Harry, in a sheer, black long nightie.

I like that.

What else do you like, Harry?

Oh, you know.  The usual.

Anal?  Oral?  Around the world?  A little golden shower?

No golden shower.  Can I see you?

You know where to find me, Harry.

I’ll be right there.

In a moment a man entered the living room and sat down beside the woman.  He wore a bathrobe. The couple were middle age.  He sat down beside her and they put their arms around each other and kissed.

After the kiss he leaned back and said, You’re the best wife a man ever had.

The End

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