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Every time my husband gets sent off to another country, I’m always in this weird head space of being needy mixed with unusual bouts of hitting the gym for two hours. As if I don’t have friends – I do… but he’s the only one that understands when I rage at MMOs or be that kind of serial killer in some real-world zombie game. Either way, they’d sent him off for two weeks and on the second day, I’d finally sent him a skype message: I can’t do this right now.

To which he replied with: *sugar cane, I’m currently at a meeting but I want you to video chat with me after 10 hours. I miss you.*. That sweet middle where it’s not too late or too early for the both of us. I was excited. My heart beat was uncontrollable. It felt like the first time we’d went out as a couple. I was anxious and excited all at the same time.

10 hours later, I found myself sitting on our bed waiting for him to call. I was, as I recall, wearing a bikini under a black, loose dress. My rash guard and spray sunblock was on my lap. I’d been meaning to surf that day – to get my mind off things. But I didn’t expect that this would happen:

I get the call 20 minutes late. I was angry and didn’t want to pick up. On the second call, I did answer and I was met with, “Sorry, they wanted to get some drinks with me so I got held up.” I was clearly pouting.

“Well, we have 10 minutes – I need to –“ but I was cut off with, “Pretend like you’re Jesus?” – I rolled my eyes and nodded. “Well, I think I just have to make do with those 10 minutes? Hmm?” He giggled, as he instructed me to push down my dress, “I want to see what you’re wearing.”

“They’re not your favorite,” I said, doing it anyway – showing him my rather hefty mammaries.

“They are my favorite,” he raised an eyebrow and instructed I take off the dress and I did. Slowly… to which he teased, “Remember, you said I only had 10 minutes.” And was met by a growl.

“Now take off your top, I wanna see them,” he said as he’d begun to undo the buttons of his shirt.

“Make me,” I said, mentioning his full name.

He frowned, raised an eyebrow and pretended that he was deep in thought. “Hm. I can’t just take you right now since I’m here, but … what if I bought you that copy of Moby Dick you’d been eyeing for the past month?”

My mouth parted as if to reason with him but I grew silent. I’d been eyeing that print for about a few weeks now – $125… not bad, in my honest opinion. “I don’t want it.”

“A pup—“

“Deal! I want two. What do you need me to do… 8 minutes ~” I cut him off and laughed at how shallow I was.

“Oh? Hmmm,” he laughed and it looked as if he’d been out of words but, “I want you to put on a show for me… because I really want you.”

I rolled my eyes and did as I was told: to put on a show for him. I knelt on the bed and proceeded to almost take off my top. I asked if, “you want to put your cock in between these?” pushing my breasts together before I fully exposed them. That time he’d been fumbling to remove his pants. I saw his eyes roll as he took out his cock and started to slowly stroke himself after nodding.

“Go on,” he gasped ~ and I went on. I went on with undoing my bikini bottom and laid on my back, raided my legs so I could be partially to him: wet, really wet and wanting. I asked if he wanted to be in here. I heard a yes and, “play with yourself, honey bee~” to which I indulged him.

The moment I opened my legs for him and had begun to touch myself I couldn’t stop. I heard him announce his orgasm which triggered my own. But it didn’t stop there because I was on all fours and fingering myself (which I rarely do) to show that he’d been missing out.

This went on for about an hour before our need died down. Right now I’m waiting for him to call me… :)

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