It's a few years down the road and you and I are married. We live in a cozy 3 bedroom house, a room we turned in to an office, and the second is a guest room, and finally, the master bedroom where we participate in all of our guilty pleasures.
Knowing about our high sex drives, we have sex almost every or every other week night, and multiple times on weekends and that's what we've gotten used to, our bodies crave it like a drug and something feels terribly wrong if a weekend night goes without it.
On a Wednesday night, you tell me that for the first time, your boss is sending you out of state to finish up some work and you'll be gone Friday morning and won't be home til Sunday evening.
We, of course, are not pleased at all with the news. How could we go almost 3 days without seeing each other? Without touching, kissing, or feeling each other? You tell me it's something you have to do and we try to bring ourselves to think positively about it and consider all the pros; we get a chance to miss each other, I'll have more time to work on the web development project due the week after, cleaning out the pantry and reorganizing things around the house. Surely the time will fly, right?
So it's Thursday night and needless to say, we fuck for over an hour, taking our time with every little thing and giving each other's body parts more attention than we're used to giving, knowing that we won't get to see each other the next few days. Finally, after cumming twice each, we lay down and cuddle in exhaustion, sweat glistening on our bodies and cum staining the sheets, but we don't care, we're too exhausted and sated to give a damn.
We look at each other and smile, you tell me you love me and give me a kiss on the forehead. I smile back and tell you I love you too as I lay my head on your chest. We're still semi panting as we fall asleep.
It's Friday morning and the first thing I do is reach out hoping to feel you next to me, but you're not there. It hits me that you've already left to catch your 8 am flight. I frown in annoyance and throw my head back on the pillow and sigh.. "It's gonna be a long weekend".
After laying there for a few mins replaying last nights events in my head, I smile as I can still smell sex all around our bedroom, the sheets are even still moist. I start my day by doing laundry, then cleaning the house for the next few hours before I decide to focus on the project and to try to keep myself too busy to notice my body's needs.
The first night was a success, I slept like a baby and the urges weren't as bad as I thought they would be.
It's Saturday. Again, I wake up to an empty bed. It saddens me to wake up for the second time in a row and not seeing your face as soon as my eyes open, or feeling your arms around me holding me tight through the night. I whisper "just one more day.." And I'm off finishing the rest of the house and completing my project by late evening. It's great news that I've managed to finish it 5 days early but that also means I don't have anything left to distract myself with. I lay down on the couch with my blanket and hot chocolate flipping through the channels. I decided I'll be spending the night downstairs on the couch because the bedroom will just bring back all the memories of our last night before you left and I was afraid it'd be too much.
It's been 2 days now since I've felt your touch and it's driving me crazy, it becomes nearly impossible to resist touching myself but we promised we wouldn't do that. We'd wait til we were together to let it all out, all of it. It's a main reason our sex life is as great as it is. We refuse to believe that we can bring to ourselves half the pleasure through masturbating than we do when we fuck.
I'm laying there thinking to myself, I'm in a tough spot. Not only do I feel my wet, but I smell it too. My nipples are sensitive and I get a tingling sensation every time I move an inch that causes my blouse to brush against them, making them rock hard. I'm frustrated. I go upstairs and take a long cold shower to cool myself off. 20 mins later I'm out of the shower and the horniness is mostly gone. I find myself exhausted afterwards so I go back downstairs and get back under the soft, warm, and comfy blanket and the room goes dark.
I wake up to your call the next morning, it's 7:30 am and you tell me you have one last meeting to attend around noon and will be heading to the airport afterwards. You give me your flight info and tell me you'll be home around 7. I want to ask if you'd like me to pick you up from the airport, but instead, I have a better idea, I can't share the details but I tell you it's a surprise that'll put a smile on your face and it'd make both you and I forget all about this disappointing weekend.
By the time we hang up we're both excited about the day to come.
I get up and do some yoga, have a light breakfast and head out for a quick run around the neighborhood. By the time I get home it's already 10 am. "9 more hours" I'm smiling as I get out of the shower. I get dressed and head out to buy some things to surprise you with tonight.
A few hours later I'm hope with a couple of bags in hand. I head up to the bedroom and start preparing.
It's already 3 o'clock and I have just enough time to take another shower, style my hair and try on some of the new lingerie I bought. A pair of black silk panties with a matching mini cup bra. I look at myself in the mirror and I can't help but smile at the sight, hoping you'll like what you see when you get home.