Knees, Wine, and Secrets

The silence on the line stretched, punctuated only by the insistent chirping of my phone. A week and a half. Just a week and a half since my husband, Mark, had left for a business trip, and it felt like an eternity. The messages had been relentless, a constant stream of suggestive texts and emojis, but they hadn't filled the void. It was a pathetic substitute for his physical presence, a digital ghost whispering promises of intimacy that couldn’t quite satisfy the primal longing building within me. I'd found solace in a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, its crisp acidity a temporary balm for my restless spirit. The second glass had loosened my inhibitions, pushing me to send a message that felt both reckless and thrilling. “I want to suck you while on my knees in front of you. Do you want me to show you your cum on my tongue before I swallow?” The words hung in the digital ether, daring him to respond.

The reply came swiftly, a high-resolution image of his hard cock protruding from the confines of his tight, dark gray khakis. A surge of heat flooded my veins as I stared at the image, a potent reminder of his physical prowess and the pleasure he brought me. It wasn't just the visual stimulation; it was the knowledge that I held the power to ignite his desire, to control the tempo of our virtual encounters. He was so clearly turned on by my proposition, a delicious anticipation bubbling within me. We couldn't actually talk due to the time difference, but the silent exchange was electrifying. Then, a text arrived, even more urgent: "Are you ready to play with yourself? I’ll FaceTime you in 5.”

The thought sent shivers down my spine. Mark had once told me he’d love for me to guide him through self-pleasure, to show him exactly how to reach the most exquisite sensations. It was a vulnerability he rarely displayed, and the prospect of sharing such an intimate experience with him over a video call was both terrifying and utterly captivating. I tossed back the last of my wine and pulled back the curtains in my hotel room, letting the warm afternoon sun spill across the plush velvet couch. I lay down, positioning myself perfectly to catch his call. The anticipation built with each passing second, a crescendo of desire reaching its peak.

Finally, his name flashed on my screen, followed by the familiar ringtone. I answered, my voice trembling slightly as I poured out my longing and love for him. “Oh, Mark, I miss you so much,” I whispered, my heart pounding against my ribs.

The scene that unfolded on the FaceTime call was even more intense than I had imagined. Mark was sitting in the driver's seat of his rental car, his shirt pulled open to reveal his sculpted chest and a magnificent, thick cock already fully engaged. A wide, suggestive grin spread across his face as he watched me. His body moved subtly as he began to slowly stroke himself, his gaze never leaving my face. It was a display of pure, unadulterated lust, a silent invitation that I couldn't resist.

I slowly pulled up my t-shirt, revealing my own assets encased in a delicate, sheer Racy Red Mesh Bra Set from 3 Wishes. The light glinted off the fabric, highlighting my ample breasts and the delicate curve of my nipples. It felt like a deliberate act of provocation, designed to further ignite his passion. “Circle those nipples for me,” he commanded, his voice low and husky. I propped the phone on the table and leaned in close, my fingers gently tracing the sensitive skin around my nipples. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, a palpable energy that made my skin tingle.

“I like how hard your cock is getting, babe,” I murmured, my voice laced with pleasure. “I want you so bad. Take your tits out of that bra. I wanna watch you knead them.” He followed through without hesitation, pulling his shirt completely open to reveal a powerful, muscular chest. My breasts spilled out onto the couch, their soft flesh contrasting with the smooth leather. He watched with an almost predatory intensity, savoring every inch of my body.

“Spread those breasts across the couch,” he instructed, his eyes never leaving my form. I obliged, carefully positioning my breasts to maximize their exposure. The sun streamed through the window, casting long shadows across the room and highlighting the curves of my body. It was a scene of raw, unbridled desire, a testament to the power of physical attraction.

“Now, lift up that shirt,” he commanded, his voice gaining urgency. He was clearly eager to take control, to push the boundaries of our virtual encounter. I lifted my shirt, revealing my pale skin and the delicate line of my navel. As he continued to stroke himself, I began to massage my breasts with my fingertips, applying gentle pressure to their sensitive areas. The scent of my skin mingled with the air, creating an intoxicating aroma that seemed to further stimulate his senses.

“Circle those nipples for me,” he repeated, his voice a low rumble. I obliged, circling my nipples with my middle fingers, feeling the heat intensify with each rotation. "I like how hard your cock is getting, babe. I want you so bad." As I continued to stroke my breasts, he leaned closer to the screen, his breath hot on my cheek. I could feel his gaze burning into me, a mixture of lust and anticipation.

“Can I play with my clit already?” he asked, his voice tinged with impatience. "Let me see you squeeze them," he said. He shook his head slowly, a silent refusal to yield to my desires. "You gotta beg me to let you do it." The frustration built within me, a desperate longing for release. "Babe, please let me rub my clit. I want you to hear how wet I am." I felt the blood rushing to my nether regions, the anticipation reaching a fever pitch. "Babe, please… I want to play with my clit."

“Okay, but no fingering. Just your clit,” he finally relented, his voice still laced with a hint of dominance. I scooted back on the couch, pulling my legs open to reveal my thin thong. The sun glinted off the exposed flesh of my vulva, creating a truly arousing display. I opened my lips, inviting him to explore my pleasure.

“Spread your lips open, and rub your clit,” he instructed, his voice barely a whisper. The pleasure was immediate, a rush of sensation that sent shivers through my entire body. I began to circle my clit with my fingers, grinding against the couch, and moans escaped my lips as I lost myself in the moment. "Mmm… let me hear if you enjoy your clit rubbed," he said.

“I love to rub my clit for you, babe. You get me so wet. Show me your cock closer.” The anticipation intensified as I continued to explore my own pleasure, feeling the heat building within me. My gaze met his, and we locked eyes, lost in the shared experience of lust and desire. The car's dome light illuminated his face, highlighting the sweat glistening on his brow. I saw the pleasure in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the intense connection we shared.

“Now I want you to cum. Start hitting that G-spot faster. And rub the tip of your clit.” He continued to guide me, his voice firm and demanding. As I pushed harder, a wave of pressure built within me, culminating in an explosive orgasm that sent me spiraling into ecstasy.

"You are so close to squirting, baby. Keep fingering yourself," he urged, his voice filled with excitement. I continued to explore my own pleasure, feeling the pleasure intensify with each stroke. The sensation was overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that left me breathless and completely lost in the moment. "You are so bad, and I love it."

As the final wave of pleasure subsided, I felt a surge of both satisfaction and longing. I had tasted the ultimate release, but the desire for more remained, a burning hunger that couldn't be quenched. “I can’t wait to see you,” I whispered into the phone, my voice filled with longing. “Let's do this again soon.”

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