Absence makes the heart grow fonder

This trip was supposed to be like any other trip. He would leave for the airport and for the next two weeks I would be left holding the tenuous threads of home and family together. The payoff for this stressful lifestyle was always the incredible build-up of sexual tension - tension which would ignite the second he returned.

But this time there was no stress. Work was a breeze, I didn't feel like a referee among squabbling children, and they were actually so helpful that I didn't feel like an indentured servant! With everything running so smoothly, I felt the time stretch out before me. Two weeks without his skillful hands soothing my tired muscles. Two weeks without his clever fingers circling my engorged clitoris. Two weeks without his muscular tongue delving into my soaked hole. Two weeks without his throbbing cock driving into my pussy as I came.

Suddenly it seemed like an eternity. My pussy felt swollen and engorged as I logged onto my messenger service. I felt it pulsate a little as I noticed that his indicator was glowing green.

He asked my all those mundane questions that an absent lover asks. How is home, how are the kids, are you managing. I answer honestly that there is something that is bothering me.

"My pussy is throbbing so much and this thick vibrator just isn't getting me off like you can," I type at the keyboard, my fingers flying across the keys.

A minute passes with no response. This is something we have never done. We had a conventional relationship and cybersex was just never part of it. I was worried that I had stumbled into taboo territory. Maybe he thought it was pointless and lame.

I flushed with embarrassment as these thoughts raced through my head, but I was flushed with excitement, because honestly, I wanted him to know what I was doing, and I wanted him to want me even though he was thousands of kilometres away. I was so hot, my pussy was dripping like golden honey. It was just as sweet when I tasted my juices.

I messaged him exactly that.

Another minute passed. Then;

"Your pussy is so hot, I just love running my tongue along its length. You make me so hard, I am stroking myself right now."

A smile split my face as I read his message and imagined what he was doing.

I decided to push a little further, after all, an imagination is a terrible thing to waste!

"You know I love it when you sink your tongue into my pussy and stroke gently on my clit. I really want to feel someone play with my pussy. Maybe I should ask Brienne if she's interested."

I had always been very bi-curious but had never had the nerve or the opportunity to have sex with another girl. Brienne was a co-worker of his and she had made no secret of her attraction to me, even making a drunken pass at a particularly debauched Christmas Party. But there was something that always held me back. Shyness? Insecurity?

But somewhere in the back of my mind I was always attracted to her. He often said he would love it if I explored this side of myself. We integrated this fantasy into our sex-life, and he would come particularly hard when we were talking about taking turns fucking her during sex.

"You dirty girl. You would love to see that long red hair and translucent skin between your thighs as she sucked on your clit wouldn't you?" His next message read, "I bet you are fiddling your little clit imagining this. Don't come too quickly though. I am going to ride out this little fantasy with you."

A jolt of electricity flew straight to my clit as my eyes darted across the screen. My brain is my biggest sexual organ and my mind was flooded with images of Brienne's flowing red hair draped across my body as she leaned over me to lap at my pussy. Her soft, milky skin and full breasts invaded my imagination. I thought I could even smell her scent!

My fingers swirled little circles around my clitoris, careful to never actually touch it. It was so sensitive I would climax to quickly.

"I want you to sit right next to me as she spreads my thighs wide apart. I want you to see her slip her index finger slowly inside, deep down to her knuckle. But you can't touch. Either of us. We are off limits. I am hers and she is mine."

My cheeks are flushed as I type. This teasing has worked me up far more than I would have thought! And suddenly there is another message.

"You know exactly what would drive me wild. To be so close and not to be able to touch you. My eyes would devour you though. Your pussy glistens as she spreads your juices all over your mound. You are so slick that her fingers - one, two then three slip effortlessly inside you. Your wetness is even oozing down to soak your puckered little asshole. Can you feel it?"

I knew where this was going. And indeed, he was right. I was soaked everywhere.

"I can feel it. I can feel her working that moisture across my ass. I want her to slip her finger inside, but I can't ask her to do that, can I?" I asked him, already knowing what his answer would be.

"Oh, yes you can. Tell her that you want it. Your ass feels so good. It's so tight and hot. You wouldn't believe how hot it is. I can't help but come almost as soon as I get inside! "

I badly want to just make myself come, but I started this little game, and I need to see it through to its conclusion!

"She must know what I want because I can feel her slip her finger only just inside. She can hear my breathing quicken and she knows what I want. She's sliding it all the way inside; pumping slowly in and out, building up tempo. Her other hand is making my nipples stiffen to the point of pain. My breasts are engorged and my nipples have become large, darkened discs."

"My love, you are making me so horny. I am stroking the length of my cock. I just wish my hand was your pussy or your mouth. Your imagination is going to make me come. I want to experience this in real life. I want you to explore another woman, and I would love to be able to be a part of it, even if I can only watch!"

I can't control my fingers anymore. I have teased myself too far, and driven myself to the edge of orgasm. But I want to follow through on this fantasy. I close my eyes and visions of red hair and voluptuous milky breasts flood my brain.

"She is forcing her tongue inside my flooded pussy while her fingers plough into my willing ass. I want you next to me, kissing and sucking my other nipple as I take your cock in my hand. I am pumping my hand along its length. She is sucking sweetly on my pulsating clit and I can feel the wave building. The excruciating pleasure about to crash over me. I pump my hand on your cock harder and faster feeling that glistening tongue delve into my depths."

There is no response for a minute. I rub my clitoris in ever diminishing circles as I near my climax. I am very close.

Then his message flashes up.

"Can't type. Gonna Cum!"

I am dancing on the edge of the volcano for a moment and then I plunge headlong into its depths as my body trembles and my pussy shudders and pulsates.

Five minutes pass as I try to steady my ragged breathing.

"My love. Thank you for this new experience. Your imagination is formidable. I will look forward to our next little online exchange. But even more than that, I can't fucking wait until I get home and can bury MY face between your thighs."

With a breathless smile I shut down the computer for the night.