Two or three?

"So what are you doing?" He spoke into the phone as he stretched out on the bed next to his wife.

"Just laying here, relaxing." She said coyly.

"Wearing?" His left hand snaked over to squeeze his wife's breast while he waited for the answer he wanted to hear. His wife grinned at him and started to stroke him through his gym pants.

"Nothing, I'm going to bed soon!" she giggled into the phone.

"Under the covers?" He asked into the phone then pushed him wife's hand towards her own breasts.

"Mmmhmm." He heard the rustling of the bedsheets.

"I want you to pinch your nipple gently as if I was there doing it." He looked directly into his wife's eyes as he spoke to the woman on the phone. He could hear the sheets shift through the phone as he watched his wife push up her shirt then roll her nipple between her fingers.

"Now push both your breasts together and up high, offering them to me." His pants getting tighter as he watched his wife offering her breasts to him and imagining the woman on the phone doing the same thing.

"Oh how I want to bury my face into them." 

He heard a soft sigh from the other end of the phone as his wife waved her beautiful breasts at him.

"Are you wet?" He asked.

"I don't know, should I find out?" came the not so innocent answer from the other end of the phone.

"Yes I think you should, slide your hand between your legs and tell me how wet you are for me."

He watched his wife spread her legs, pushing her fingers inside of her.

The light shone off her wet fingers as she lifted them towards him. 

He heard the moans from the woman on the other end as she slipped her fingers into between her wet folds.

"Yes I'm very wet for you."