He unlocked his hotel room door and walked in, tossing his briefcase on the floor next to the writing desk. These business trips away were becoming tedious. He looked at his laptop on the desk and decided work emails could wait. What he needed was a drink. Picking up his bottle of scotch, he poured himself a large one, kicked off his shoes and laid on the bed taking a long hard swig of his cold drink, letting the liquor slide slowly down his throat. "Agh, that's better." he thought. Two drinks later, he forced himself reluctantly off the bed and crossed to the desk. Work time dammit!
Sitting at the desk, still sipping his drink, he watched his laptop finish booting up and clicked on his email icon. Surprisingly, the first email was from his wife and he opened it. All it said was 'Check your Drive account'. Curious, he logged into Drive and immediately saw a video file she had shared with him. Even more curious now, he took a sip of his drink and opened it. His wife's face filled the screen.
"Hello my love." she said. "I know how you hate these trips so I thought I would send you a little something to cheer you up." As she said it, she backed away from the camera onto their bed at home. He sat there in shock. All she had on was a flimsy nightie, so sheer and see-through, he could make out her every curve and the dark pink nipples of her swollen breasts. "Are you lonely in your room." she asked. "I'm lonely here." she said reclining back on the bed. He watched stunned as she closed her eyes and her hands moved up and started caressing her breasts through the nightie. "God, I wish you were here right now." she sighed, one hand running down over her stomach and in between her legs. He gulped down what was left of his drink and poured a refill, his eyes glued to the screen.
The hand between her legs started moving, caressing the insides of her thighs and rubbing over her her pussy. She clenched the hem of her nightie and slowly pulled it up, her legs falling open at the same time to reveal her lovely shaved cunt. He sat staring, breathing hard as her fingers slipped back down between her legs and started stroking between her parted lips. His cock hard and straining inside his pants, he wanted to dive through the screen and lick that perfect bare pussy. He could almost smell it.
"Do you like my cunt?" she asked seductively. "I wish you were here to fuck it for me. That nice hard cock of yours deep inside it." She gave out a little moan as her fingers played over her clit, stroking it, making it hard. Without realising it, his own hand was at his groin, rubbing his now throbbing cock through his trousers. "I wish you could fill me." she moaned, slipping two fingers inside herself. "Oh fuck!" he said, his heart pounding, squeezing his hard shaft through the material of his pants as he watched her sliding her fingers in and out, all wet and glistening with her juices. "Fuck me!" she cried out, one hand rubbing her clit as the other one fucked herself mercilessly, stiff fingers driving in and out of her sopping wet cunt.
He groaned out loud at the sight of her arousal. He wanted to see her cum, wanted to cum with her. With shaking hands, he frantically unzipped his pants and freed his quivering cock. His fingers curled round it and he yanked it hard, his excitement growing with hers. Her legs shook and her back arched and she came with a loud cry, her whole body jerking in spasms, her fingers pushing deep inside herself. He gasped and jerked in his chair, thick ropes of cum spurting over the desk, his trousers and his fingers.
He sat there panting, massaging his sticky softening cock as he watched a wave of post orgasm pleasure wash over her. Thank God he was going home first thing in the morning, he was aching for her. Meantime, he would change his cum stained pants and go down for some dinner.
At home, she was almost pacing the room. She poured herself a glass of red and gulped some of it down. The waiting was agony. She had been like a cat on a hot tin roof ever since she had made that video for him, her pussy hadn't stopped throbbing, aching for his cock inside it. Several times she had considered getting relief with her friend 'Mr Rabbit' but she resisted, she wanted to save herself for him, for his hard cock, his tongue and his fingers. A couple of times, she had touched herself, slid her hand inside her panties and stroked her throbbing clit without cumming. It just made it all the worse, but at the same time there was some pleasure in the feel of that longing ache between her legs. Now with him due to be home soon, every minute seemed like an eternity. Trying to distract herself, she looked at herself in the mirror. Yes, she looked good, her nice hugging top revealing the shapely curves of her breasts with just the hint of hard nipple, and her skirt, short but not too short to look cheap. Under it, she even had on his favourite pair of lacy white panties. They were probably a little damp, she swore she had been wet all day. Never mind, he loved the scent of her on them. This was going to be a night to remember. Suddenly, she heard his key in the lock and her heart stopped beating.
