Long Distance Delights

My husband, Scott, travels frequently, and he is often many time zones away. This means that we have to be creative in staying intimate during our times apart.

During a recent trip, we found the time change especially challenging for communicating.  But rather than feel discouraged, I took it as a challenge.

While I was out running errands I decided to stop at a local adult toy store and see if anything caught my eye.  I like to surprise my man with new things, sometimes  for while he is away with pictures of me trying a new toy or sometimes for when he returns and we have “welcome home” sex.  This time I had purchased some soft, stretchy binding cuffs so we could experiment with being restrained when he returned home.

As I drove home, I could tell that planning for Scott’s return and thinking of our sexual experimentation when he got there had gotten my blood flowing and there was warmth and a gentle pulsing throb in that moist triangle between my legs.  A glimmer of an idea formed in my mind…

My drive home would take me past the intersection near Scott’s office. And oh, wouldn’t he love to hear that I had masturbated on my way by!

I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my right hand down in between the denim and my panties.  There was an obvious wet spot under my palm as I pressed against my pulsing mound.  Oooh, I was eager for more, and I was feeling deliciously naughty as I drove.  There were cars all around me.  What if someone looked in and saw me stroking my pussy?  Would they know what I was doing?  I didn’t care and I even laughed at my naughtiness. I slipped my hand in again, this time under my panties.  I had to raise my ass up out of the seat a little so I could slide a couple fingers into my dripping honey hole.

My fingers were flicking inside me, my eyes were on my speedometer and the traffic around me, my mind was buzzing with the anticipation of sharing this little episode with Scott. I stopped at the intersection by Scott’s office and I wondered if any of his coworkers might be pulled up at that same time.  I laughed again with mischievous delight at the thought.  Perhaps there is a little bit of the exhibitionist in me, I realized.

I began to work my fingers in and out faster and faster as I pressed my palm into my swollen, sensitive clit.  That eager button wanted a stronger touch, so I slid my first finger out of my warm depths, leaving my middle finger plunged deep inside, and I rubbed it directly against that most sensitive place.  The traffic light turned green, and I stepped carefully on the gas pedal, fighting the urge to match the car’s speed with the speed of my adept fingers andmy pounding heart.

By the time I reached the next light, I had also reached my climax, my pussy clenching my fingers and releasing them again and again.  I was satisfied with my daring stunt.

Later on in the day, when I was busy dealing with the delivery of our new mattress and getting a snack prepared for the kids when they returned from school, Scott was winding down in his hotel room, ready to go to bed for the night in the far off country he was in.  It was a perfect time for me to share my adventure with him.  So I texted him little by little as I could between my tasks.  A line, a juicy detail, one at a time with varying pauses between messages, I teased him. My naughtiness, my newly discovered exhibitionist side had him surprised and tantalized.   When he realized the delivery men were at the house he texted me an order.

“Touch yourself when they aren’t looking.”

I slid my hand down in between my legs and thrust two fingers into my still-wet pussy.  I licked them off, savoring the taste, before sending him a reply.

“Done.”

“Oh, man!” He was so turned on.

The delivery men soon finished.  I signed the necessary papers and checked the clock.  Still a few minutes before the kids got home.

“I’m all alone on our new mattress,” I texted him.  Then I sent him a picture. I had three fingers buried in my glistening hole.

He sent one in return showing the head of his cock all wet with pre-cum.  I was dying to suck it off of him and I told him so.  Then I told him that if I was there with him I would want him to let loose his warm load of cum all over my bare tits.

“I overshot the Kleenex,” he replied.  And I smiled, satisfied.  An ocean is no match for our lovemaking.

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6 replies
  1. TPC says:

    Great post. Distance can certainly make the heart grow fonder. Staying intimately connected during times apart is a fun challenge. We have a box of steamy letters from our early years when we had some long times apart. Can still remember the rush of reading a new letter laced with her perfume. Need to figure out how to integrate that to our sexting.

    • Autumn says:

      Thanks! I totally agree that a little distance every now and then can really keep things hot when we are back together.

  2. Hunter74 says:

    I am in the military and just found this site today. I love my wife more than words can describe. She’s in the same time zone but seperated by a 1000 miles. We have been steered in the wrong direction for a while now and I asked if we could go to church for the first time this coming up weekend. She obliged and said “of course, if you want to”. I’m hoping this will help better realize what I have waiting for me on my monthly 4 days at home. I need to make a priority in my life instead of the evil ways of porn. She isn’t my porn, she is the love of my life and your story just affirmed to me that through distance and tribulation of my own, we will reconnect…thank you for sharing!

    • Autumn says:

      Great to hear that you are working to preserve the beauty of your marriage! It takes some work and self discipline, but the rewards are far worth it.

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