"Hello, my love! How are you? Almost here?" Sandra's voice was a bit strained, eager to hear the answer and wanting to express how much she had missed her husband these last two weeks.
"Baby, so good to hear your voice, I'll be home in.....two hours, sweetie." She knew he had glanced at his watch and was looking back at the road.
"Can you hang on 'til then?" Amusement was in his tone now, and he had that familiar grin on his face, she was sure of it.
"I guess I'll have to bear it, and it'll give me time to warm up for you," she said teasingly, knowing that he was looking forward to their night together as much as she was.
"Two hours, and then you'll forget I was ever gone," he boasted, his voice rich with promise and anticipation.
"As long as it's the last time, I'll forget anyway," she teased back, thinking of how proud she was of Tim. He had spent the last two weeks writing examinations for his Doctorate in Natural Medicine, in Philadelphia.
It was the first time they had been separated for this long since they were married four years ago, and they were both feeling the strain. It wasn't just that they had missed each other, but that the trip had interrupted a new aspect of their relationship that they were just beginning to explore, and it was worse than when their honeymoon in Switzerland had ended, having to get back to their busy lives at home. Expanding their horizons sexually was almost like another honeymoon, Sandra had often thought, fitting it in when they could.
Hanging up the phone with kisses, she jumped up from the bed and dove into the shower. It had become a ritual, both calming and deeply exciting, preparing her body for him. She began by using an exfoliating scrub, shaving carefully, and going through her normal cleansing ritual twice, taking her time to lather up her favourite scented soap and deep-condition her hair. Running her hands over her body, she sighed deeply, and while still under the streaming water, she picked up her favourite toy, a small ridged dildo that was wonderful for giving herself deep and intense orgasms and that doubled as a plug. Coating it liberally with water-based lubrication, she held it poised at the entrance to her puckered bud and slid it in slowly, standing with her leg on the side of the tub and letting the warm water continue to jet out over the front of her body. Eyes closed, she sighed with pleasure when it was all the way in, the base keeping it effectively in place as she stood again. She grasped her nipples tightly between her thumbs and forefingers, feeling the anticipation as she squeezed them a few times, then gave herself a final rinse as she stepped out of the shower.
Oiling herself with a light blend of ylang-ylang and hibiscus, further sensitizing her skin, she smiled as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was pretty happy with what she saw there, and Tim was more than happy with her, she knew. Shoulder-length dark blonde hair with golden highlights, great skin, C-cup breasts that weren't sagging but swayed nicely, small pink nipples that turned almost bright red when aroused and stimulated, a waist that curved in sharply underneath her ribs and flared out with her ample hips, and a heart-shaped derriere that she swore her husband had a fixation with at times. She shaved herself completely bare for their play, so there was nothing in the way of his sometimes gentle and sometimes rough and demanding touches. She shivered at that thought, running her hands over her long curvaceous legs and feeling her temperature rise. Enough of that, she told herself sternly, wait until he's here, only another hour or so. Sighing with anticipation, she slipped on a housecoat and went to the kitchen, making herself a tea while she waited.
When the doorbell rang, Sandra jumped up eagerly, then frowned, not expecting anyone other than Tim, who would have let himself in. She walked quietly to the door, looking out through the side panel window, and saw her husband, holding a huge heavy package that he was having a hard time with, a wide grin on his face, his eyes lighting up at the sight of her.
"Tim!" Having thrown open the door, she could only help him keep his balance as he half-staggered inside and with a groan, deposited his heavy load onto the hallway table.
"Ah, finally." He pulled her forcefully into his arms, kissing her deeply, running his hands over her back and buttocks as he pressed them together. Sandra kissed him back hungrily, happiness coursing through her veins, and when they pulled apart again, she laughed breathlessly.
"Guess who's happy to see me, " she purred at him, letting her hand cup his groin, squeezing him lightly. She laughed again, looking at the package, curiosity obvious in her expression. Knowing him, it was something unusual as well as something useful.
"Ah, my dear, you'll have to wait, but I'll give you a hint: 'All the better to see you with, my precious...'." He growled the last at her, pretending to bite her neck, making her laugh as his warm mouth made shivers of longing run down her spine. Hugging him again, tightly, she held on for a moment, happy just to be touching him.
"Come on, have some tea with me, distract me from the irresistable urge to rip it open already." She smiled and took his coat, hanging it up in the hallway closet as he went inside. He caught her to him as she went into the kitchen. Kissing him eagerly, she gave herself up to their obvious need for each other, his hands pressing her against him, seeking out the slight protrusion between her buttocks and pressing against it lightly as he groaned deeply in his throat. Feeling his erection against her, she broke off their kiss.
"On second thought, let's go take care of this," Sandra whispered, extracting herself from his arms and leading them to the back of the house. He grinned and gave her a gentle push.
"Go," he said, winking at her. "I'll be right there, get naked and under the covers for me."
A few minutes later, having fluffed up the bed and waiting with a great sense of anticipation as she listened to him rummaging in the hallway and washing up in the bathroom, Sandra smiled as she saw Tim come in, naked and carrying his contraption, still covered by a dark cloth. He grinned as he saw her slightly flushed face, set it down on the table at the foot of their bed, and removed the cloth with a flourish.
Sandra's eyes grew huge, as she saw the state-of-the-art video and audio equipment, having expected another type of toy, perhaps the swing that they had been talking about. Tim stood back, grinning, taking out a small box of wiring and accessories and proceeding to connect them.
"Tonight, we will make history, my darling," he said with an all-important voice, beaming. "For ourselves, anyway. You're going to love this, I'll explain it all later, love."
Sandra sat up, watching how he enthusiastically set the equipment up, not wanting to say anything but feeling a little anxious, waiting until he was finished. His body was glistening with a fine sheen of moisture, lean and muscular and lithe as he busied himself, and his enthusiasm was endearing.
