#...worst case scenario i try to nap a bit more and hope i don't wind up stuck in that weird hallway from my dream again

[izzy-b-hands]

If ur waiting on a reply from me (and i know a couple of folks are rn) thank u for ur patience in waiting. I'm working on typing things up but today is just. idk how to put it but i keep winding up grumpy and my replies i feel are suffering for it. Pls know i do wanna chat and exchange ideas, I'm just trying to make sure the Grumpasaurus Rex side of my brain that's v loud today isn't mucking them up before i send them 🫂🫂❤️❤️

[babbushka]

Flip visiting us at work with baby Zimmerman for a change? Our coworkers have never seen him so they think he’s some old out of shape detective,but it’s our buff, fridge of a man philly😩

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I hope you don't mind, I've turned this into something slightly a little smuttier than maybe was intended lol. I've also altered the context a little, in my Flip writing, his wife doesn't work, again I hope it's okay and that you enjoy!

2k, mentions of baby zimmerman, NSFW (Phone sex, mutual masturbation, slight exhibitionism(?)

It is a beautiful sunny summer day, perfect for a brunch with some of the other wives who lived on 21st Street, which is exactly where you find yourself on this particular Sunday. It was something of a tradition that you didn’t really know when it started, but you really enjoy the occasions when everyone’s schedules managed to line up for a good old fashioned gossip circle.

You’re at Shelly Baker’s house this time, a rotation of hosts meaning no one person got stuck with all the prep and clean up, and she’s got a pretty good spread going of brunch finger foods and the all-important mimosas. It’s nice to get out of the house sometimes, you think as you laugh at one of your friend’s jokes -- that is, until Shelly goes to answer the phone that rings, and calls out that it’s for you.

At once, your mind jumps to the worst-case scenario, because Flip never interrupts brunch when you’re with your friends, so you quickly excuse yourself from the conversation pit in the living room, and take the call in the guest bedroom, locking the door behind you for a little more privacy than just the kitchen would offer.

“Flip? Is everything okay?” You ask at once, cutting right to the chase, and groaning when you hear him chuckle.

“Yeah we’re fine, I just missed you.” He says, and you let out a relieved sigh, smacking a hand to your forehead as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“You scared me honey.” Scolding him, you lay back on the bed all the way, carrying the body of the phone with you, winding the cord around your finger.

“I’m sorry, it’s just, fuck -- ketsl, I’m so wound up.” Flip says, and this time when he speaks, you can hear a sort of edge to his voice, the sort of edge that can really mean one thing. He’s horny, and he’s going to make it your problem.

“Where’s the baby?” Frowning suddenly, you try and look around for a clock to see what time it is. It’s strange for you to not hear him fussing around in the background of your life.

“He’s taking his nap, and I was just sittin’ around, and then I started thinkin’ of you, and now I’m in our room and fuck honey-bunny I wish you were here.” Flip shudders out a moan at the expletive and that has your face growing hot.

“Are...” Turning your ear towards the door to make sure no one is coming, you cup your hand around the receiver and ask in a hushed tone, “Are you touching yourself?”

Another groan comes from the phone, and if you focus hard enough, you can hear the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock. At the realization, your thighs press closer together, something close to adrenaline making your heart pound a little faster at the thought that if anyone were to be listening in on the line they would hear.

“Yeah, wish it was your fuckin’ hand though.” Flip doesn’t seem to care about that possibility apparently, because he’s moving his hand faster, you can tell by the sound of his jeans rustling rougher when he grunts, “Join me?”

“Phil! I can’t, everyone is just in the other room.” Scandal, it would be a scandal if any of the other wives were to catch you, despite the way eager anticipation begins to flutter up into the pit of your stomach, as you sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Please, just for a little bit.” You just know that if he were here in person, Flip would be giving you the biggest brown eyes he could manage.

Dammit, you think fondly, leaning backwards on the mattress.

“Why don’t you tell me what you’d do to me, if you were here?” Your voice is low, thick in the back of your throat as you try to keep yourself quiet.

Sucking on your fingers for a moment, you shove your hand down the waistband of your bottoms and with a little wriggling around to get comfortable, your fingers easily slide through your folds, your cunt growing ever wetter at the encouragement of the harsh breathing coming through the other line.

“I’d bend you over that kitchen counter and fuck you from behind so hard their dishes would fall off the fuckin’ walls,” He growls, and your toes struggle to curl in pleasure as your pussy throbs from the very thought of that, “And then once I’ve made you come all over my cock, I’d tell you to suck the taste of yourself off of me.”

“Oh yeah?” Your fingers speed up, knowing that you need this to be fast. Keeping the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you free your other hand to unbutton your blouse just enough so that you can pinch at your nipple, a moan puffing out of your mouth into the phone.

“Yeah baby,” And then, like he’s a mind-reader, Flip grunts out, “I’d rip the buttons on your pretty blouse and suck on your tits until you’re crying because you love it so fucking much.”

“Jesus Phil -- ” Moaning and sighing, your hips push up up up as you fuck yourself on your fingers, mindful of the en-suite bath that you’ll need to use to clean yourself up because of how fucking wet you’re getting. Flip’s voice in person is sexy enough, but having him fuck you over the phone like this is so seedy, so dirty, you’re already close to coming.

“Are you -- shit -- are you fuckin’ yourself on your fingers like a good girl? Say yes.” Flip’s close too, he’s panting hot heavy breaths, and you’re right there with him, your other hand leaving your nipple to clamp over your mouth.

“Yes -- yeah, I’m -- fuck you’ve got to hurry though Flip, someone’s bound to ask what I’m doing.” Whispering, you try and convince your husband, but he is too wrapped up in his own pleasure to give a shit, and as much as you’re trying to be proper, the way your pussy throbs around your fingers says you don’t either.

“Let them, let them all hear how fuckin’ badly I want you -- how wet I get you just from the sound of my voice. Goddamn your voice is so sexy, you’re so fuckin’ hot ketsl.” Flip grunts and moans one final time, calling out your name low and heady enough that it makes you finally come all over yourself.

Giving yourselves a moment to simply breathe, the absurdity of the situation overcomes you with a fit of giggles, and you can hear Flip chuckling too on the other end, can hear the little clink of his lighter as he sparks a cigarette to life.

“Damn, I can’t believe you made me fucking come in Shelly’s guest bedroom.” Shaking your head even though he can’t see it, you pull your hand away from your bottoms and suck the come off your fingers, wishing it were him. “You’re too much sometimes, you know that handsome?”

“I know.” He says, and then with a sudden clarity announces, “I’m comin’ to get you.”

“What? Now?”

“Yeah, make an excuse, I’ll be there in ten minutes, I love you.”

“Wait, what about the baby -- ?” The line goes dead before you get an answer, the dial tone ringing.

You clean yourself up and put the phone back where you found it, smooth out the blanket on the bed as best you can so that it doesn’t look suspicious, and once a thorough check-through has been done to ensure you don’t have any wet spots anywhere, you finally emerge from the guest bedroom.

“Is everything okay?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”

The other wives all stop their brunch to check on you, and while you appreciate it, you wish that they wouldn’t look at you so closely, lest they see the way your hair is maybe a little too mussed.

“The baby’s got a fever, Flip’s on his way to come pick me up.” Lying through your teeth, you’re once again forever grateful that you can pin excuses to depart on your toddler, “I’m sorry, you know how these things can get out of control so quickly.”

“Oh don’t apologize! We’ve been dyin’ to see this husband of yours anyway.” Shelly says, and at that you blink, confused.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Surely they all knew Flip, the man lived on their block! They must have seen him bringing in the mail, or carrying groceries, mowing the lawn...it dawns on you that no, maybe they haven’t seen him do any of that because of his unpredictable work schedule.

Before anyone can answer though, there’s a knock at the door, and all the wives sit up a little straighter with interest.

“That should be him now.” You say, but instead of letting you answer the door, Shelly is up out of her seat and practically running to invite him inside.

The other wives are all practically craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the man, the least subtle women in all of Colorado Springs, you’re certain. And then, there it is, the sounds of that smooth baritone and gentle babbling that have become the soundtrack to your life, when Flip says, “Hi Mrs. Baker, I’m Flip Zimmerman, is my wife ready to go?”

“(Y/N)! You didn’t tell us he’s hot!” Whirling around, Shelly scoffs at you almost as if she’s insulted, and you would have laughed out loud if she hadn’t said it directly in front of Flip.

“For crying out loud.” Mortified, you smack a hand to your palm, especially when the sentiment goes straight to your husband’s ego and he puffs out his chest a little extra, shifting the baby on his hip.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Flip raises a teasing eyebrow, and Shelly goes beet red.

“Oh -- uh -- well,”

“We figured you were some pencil pusher that sat behind a desk all day.” One of the other wives says bluntly, and Flip’s smirk only grows.

“Maybe some of the guys at the station are, but I’ve got to stay in shape keeping up with this firecracker.” Making his way to you, he passes the baby over because now that you’re within his sight, he’s squirming and reaching for you.

“We really should be going, I’m sorry guys, I’ll see you on Wednesday?” Remembering your lie, you blow kisses to your friends instead of hugging them all individually, and make a beeline for the door, pushing and shoving Flip so that he doesn’t hear them when they all giggle and gossip; Fuck, with a man like that, it’s a wonder she leaves his side at all.

Only when you’re safely in the car and Flip is pulling out of the driveway, do you smack his bicep with an incredulous grin.

“You’re a menace.” You groan, kissing the baby’s forehead, the very same baby who should still be asleep right now, according to the little clock on the dashboard of Flip’s car. “I can’t believe you woke him up from his nap.”

“I didn’t, I’ll have you know he woke up right when I walked in his room.” Flip counters, and you smack him again.

“That’s waking him up from his nap, idiot.” Laughing, you know that you can’t be too mad at Flip, especially when he had spiced up what was an otherwise boring morning. Pleasant, yes, but ultimately boring.

“Well how’s about we get some ice cream, I drop him off at Ma’s for the afternoon, and I fuck your brains out?” Flip suggests, and even though you’ve been married for years, he’s still got that look in his eye that means you’re in for a good time.

Pretending to mull the offer over in your mind, you eventually nod with a cheeky yeah alright, because of course how could you resist this man of yours when he’s so good to you -- even when he’s bad.

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