Is this a dream? With closed eyes, I surrender fully to his tender hands, which slowly make their way from my neck over my sternum deeper and deeper. Oh. How long has it been since he touched me like this? His right-hand leaves me, leaving me pouting. Suddenly I feel him kneading my breast.
I grin to myself, he still knows how much I love to be touched on the tits. Slowly, almost lazily, he plays with my nipple. He becomes more and more demanding until he finally pinches my nipple properly. He pulls it long until I feel a satisfying tug further down. Then he strokes small circles over my areolas. Tender and hard at the same time. That always makes me so wet. He knows me. I have missed this so much.
I had already forgotten his other hand when it suddenly grips around me and takes my ass cheek in his big hand. He pulls on my cheek, which again sends an exciting flash between my legs. I can hardly wait until he finally touches me there. I need more. So much more.
I try to move to be even closer to him. I am so wet. I spread my legs as an invitation....brrrr....please touch me there....brrrr....please lick me....bbbbbbrrrrr.
Fuck. Fucking alarm clock. I open my eyes. It was a fucking dream after all. I should have known. Something like that hasn't happened in real life for a long time. At least since we've been sleeping separately, neither of us strays into the other's bed anymore. It's frustrating. I don't know where we took a wrong turn.
We love each other, sure. We've always been good together. We have 2 great kids who are finally not bouncing around the house in diapers. But our sex life has kind of fallen by the wayside. I had hoped that everything would pick up again as soon as the kids became older. Unfortunately, I thought wrong. I usually lie awake half the night and keep my head above water with my sex stories.
In the last year, there was more than one moment when I thought about whether a separation would be the best for us. But then he is so sweet again and I just can't bring myself to do it.
What am I doing here?
I lie a little longer in bed and stretch extensively. Press my thighs together and feel my wet pussy. Only dreams or my own hands do that nowadays. The sun's rays suggest a wonderful day. So at least the weather promises to be good.
On my way downstairs, I always pass Tom's bedroom. Strangely, his door is not firmly closed as usual. Through the crack of the door, I can see that he must have already gotten up. That's odd. Oh, he has this work thing today, on a weekend too.
On the way downstairs, I pass our photos, which gives me an even deeper longing today. Memories of better times haunt me.
Fortunately, my growling stomach distracts me. As I enter the kitchen, my eyes immediately fall on a package. Tom must have accepted the delivery. I walk around the kitchen island and look at the address label.
It's addressed to me. Funny. I didn't order or expect anything. It's pretty light, I think as I pick it up. Ok, let's see what this can be.
I open the package carefully and look inside. There is a note stuck on a small pink box. "Use me!" it says. Is that Tom's writing?
My curiosity is piqued. I open the box. Inside is a thing, it's just as pink as the box. It has a rubbery surface. It is shaped like an eight and has a little tail. What is it? Oh, I think I know what it is. A vibro egg, which we were introduced to at the last sex toy party one of my girlfriends hosted. Hmm, if it is from Tom, does he want me to satisfy myself with it? He doesn't know me very well, then. I just need his hard cock to make that happen. But ok, better than nothing.
I take out the egg and notice two things. There is a note under the egg too and a small hollow next to the egg that is empty. Huh? I seem to remember that these things can be operated by remote control. That's great, dear husband. Without a remote control, it doesn't do me any good.
Nevertheless. My hunger is forgotten and my curiosity is provoked.
Sitting on the toilet, I carefully insert the egg. Feels somehow good. It is engulfed by my vagina and only the tail peaks out. On the way into the shower, I notice how my movements make the egg vibrate a bit. Suddenly it gives me uncontrollable shivers all over. My nipples get hard. Without actually touching me. Wow, exciting.
In the shower, I cannot stop myself. I soap my breasts especially thoroughly today. Kneading, circling, stronger and stronger. My nipples also get attention. Hm.
My hands wander lower. Between my legs. I can feel the string.
I pull it out. A smacking sound. I push it back in. Oh what a feeling. I repeat the whole thing several times, fucking myself with the egg. My other hand finds my clit and rubs in small circles around the hard pearl. She is so hard and so sensitive. I will not take long to come. I stimulate her firmer and firmer and with the other hand I pull the egg, again and again in and out. Both my hands move back up and knead my breasts, twirl my nipples. Massage my neck, my scalp. My breath is getting faster and choppier. My soft moans fill the room. Slowly I push my fingers into my mouth, suck on them. Mm. I imagine it is his cock.
My cunt can hardly wait to cum by a real cock. My pussy encloses the egg even tighter.
The next time I touch my clit, it doesn't take much. I rub her in small but hard circles, faster and faster. My other hand pinches my nipple so hard. That's it, it takes me over the edge. With a shaky breath, I cum. My pussy squeezes the egg in a tight grip.
I have to brace myself and wait until the trembling in my legs has stopped before I can devote myself to the actual shower.
Wow, that was a hot shower. In my robe, I go back to the kitchen to finally make myself a coffee. While the machine bubbles away, the note comes back to mind. I take it out of the box and read, "Carry me when you sit down at Carlos' Bar tonight at 8:00. Don't cum before that!" Oops.
Carlos' is our favourite restaurant. We haven't been there in ages. I keep wondering if the gift is from Tom? Unfortunately, the sender doesn't help me. But who else could it be from? Hopefully not from one of my colleagues! On the other hand, this is so not Tom's style.
Only one way to find out...
After a lazy day and lots of anticipation and curiosity about the evening, I'm in the bathroom at six pm getting ready. Thanks to Brazilian waxing, I don't have to worry about a single hair on my body. First, I look for sexy underwear. A black bra with lace. A matching thong and garter belt complete the set. Black nylons in addition. OK, that's my sexy underwear all sorted out. Hm, I think again about who sent this. I hope it is from Tom and decide to stay with this idea. So what would my dear husband like to see on me? Mmmh?
I know, a black skater skirt and a black lace top. Red high heels are a given.
As I reinsert the egg, an idea comes to mind. I strip off my panties and lay them demonstratively on the washstand in Tom's bathroom.
Hm. This egg without any remote control already has me very wet, now I'm curious just what the remote control can do.
As before, a pleasant shiver runs through me, running down my back and making my nipples hard. My pussy is wetter than it has been for a long time. Unfortunately, however, I lack the time to indulge in these feelings if I want to be on time.
A few minutes later, the cab I ordered, picks me up. I slip into the back seat. I give the driver the address and lean back to enjoy the ride.
