Is this a dream? With closed eyes, I surrender fully to his tender hands, which slowly make their way from my neck over my sternum deeper and deeper. Oh. How long has it been since he touched me like this? His right hand leaves me, leaving me pouting. Suddenly I feel him kneading my breast.

I grin to myself, he still knows how much I love to be touched on the tits. Slowly, almost lazily, he plays with my nipple. He becomes more and more demanding until he finally pinches my nipple properly. He pulls it long until I feel a satisfying tug further down. Then he strokes small circles over my areoles. Tender and hard at the same time. That always makes me so wet. He knows me. I have missed this so much.

I had already forgotten his other hand when it suddenly grips around me and takes my ass cheek in his big hand. He pulls on my cheek, which again sends an exciting flash between my legs. I can hardly wait until he finally touches me there. I need more. So much more.

I try to move to be even closer to him. I am so wet. I spread my legs as an invitation....brrrr....please touch me there....brrrr....please lick me...bbbbbbrrrrr.

Fuck. Fucking alarm clock. I open my eyes. It was a fucking dream after all. I should have known. Something like that hasn't happened in real life for a long time. At least since we've been sleeping separately, neither of us strays into the other's bed anymore. It's frustrating. I don't know where we took a wrong turn.

We love each other, sure. We've always been good together. We have two great kids who are finally not bouncing around the house in diapers. But our sex life has kind of fallen by the wayside. I had hoped that everything would pick up again as soon as the kids became older. Unfortunately, I thought wrong. I usually lie awake half the night and keep my head above water with my sex stories.

In the last year, there was more than one moment when I thought about whether a separation would be the best for us. But then he is so sweet again and I just can't bring myself to do it.

What am I doing here?

I lie a little longer in bed and stretch extensively. Press my thighs together and feel my wet pussy. Only dreams or my own hands do that nowadays. The sun's rays suggest a wonderful day. So at least the weather promises to be good.

On my way downstairs, I always pass Tom's bedroom. Strangely, his door is not firmly closed as usual. Through the crack of the door, I can see that he must have already gotten up. That's odd. Oh, he has this work thing today, on a weekend too.

On the way downstairs, I pass our photos, which gives me an even deeper longing today. Memories of better times haunt me.

Fortunately, my growling stomach distracts me. As I enter the kitchen, my eyes immediately fall on a package. Tom must have accepted the delivery. I walk around the kitchen island and look at the address label.

It's addressed to me. Funny. I didn't order or expect anything. It's pretty light, I think as I pick it up. Ok, let's see what this can be.

I open the package carefully and look inside. There is a note stuck on a small pink box. "Use me!" it says. Is that Tom's writing?

My curiosity is piqued. I open the box. Inside is a thing, it's just as pink as the box. It has a rubbery surface. It is shaped like an eight and has a little tail. What is it? Oh, I think I know what it is. A vibro egg, which we were introduced to at the last sex toy party one of my girlfriends hosted. Hmm, if it is from Tom, does he want me to satisfy myself with it? He doesn't know me very well, then. I just need his hard cock to make that happen. But ok, better than nothing.

I take out the egg and notice two things. There is a note under the egg too and a small hollow next to the egg that is empty. Huh? I seem to remember that these things can be operated by remote control. That's great, dear husband. Without a remote control, it doesn't do me any good.

Nevertheless. My hunger is forgotten and my curiosity is provoked.

Sitting on the toilet, I carefully insert the egg. Feels somehow good. It is engulfed by my vagina and only the tail peaks out. On the way into the shower, I notice how my movements make the egg vibrate a bit. Suddenly it gives me uncontrollable shivers all over. My nipples get hard. Without actually touching me. Wow, exciting. 

In the shower, I cannot stop myself. I soap my breasts especially thoroughly today. Kneading, circling, stronger and stronger. My nipples also get attention. Hm.

My hands wander lower. Between my legs. I can feel the string.

I pull it out. A smacking sound. I push it back in. Oh what a feeling. I repeat the whole thing several times, fucking myself with the egg. My other hand finds my clit and rubs in small circles around the hard pearl. She is so hard and so sensitive. I will not take long to come. I stimulate her firmer and firmer and with the other hand I pull the egg, again and again in and out. Both my hands move back up and knead my breasts, twirl my nipples. Massage my neck, my scalp. My breath is getting faster and choppier. My soft moans fill the room. Slowly I push my fingers into my mouth, suck on them. Mm. I imagine it is his cock.

My cunt can hardly wait to cum by a real cock.  My pussy encloses the egg even tighter.

The next time I touch my clit, it doesn't take much. I rub her in small but hard circles, faster and faster. My other hand pinches my nipple so hard. That's it, it takes me over the edge. With a shaky breath, I cum. My pussy squeezes the egg in a tight grip.  

I have to brace myself and wait until the trembling in my legs has stopped before I can devote myself to the actual shower.

Wow, that was a hot shower.  In my robe, I go back to the kitchen to finally make myself a coffee. While the machine bubbles away, the note comes back to mind. I take it out of the box and read, "Carry me when you sit down at Carlos' Bar tonight at 8:00. Don't cum before that!" Oops.

So Carlos' is our favourite restaurant. We haven't been there in ages. I keep wondering if the gift is from Tom? Unfortunately, the sender doesn't help me. But who else could it be from? Hopefully not from one of my colleagues! On the other hand, this is so not Tom's style.

Only one way to find out...

After a lazy day and lots of anticipation and curiosity about the evening, I'm in the bathroom at six pm getting ready. Thanks to Brazilian waxing, I don't have to worry about a single hair on my body. First, I look for sexy underwear. A black bra with lace. A matching thong and garter belt complete the set. Black nylons in addition. OK, that’s my sexy underwear all sorted out. Hm, I think again about who sent this. I hope it is from Tom and decide to stay with this idea. So what would my dear husband like to see on me? Mmmh?

I know, a black skater skirt and a black lace top. Red high heels are a given.

As I reinsert the egg, an idea comes to mind. I strip off my panties and lay them demonstratively on the washstand in Tom's bathroom.

Hm. This egg without any remote control already has me very wet, now I'm curious just what the remote control can do.

As before, a pleasant shiver runs through me, running down my back and making my nipples hard. My pussy is wetter than it has been for a long time. Unfortunately, however, I lack the time to indulge in these feelings if I want to be on time.

A few minutes later, the cab I ordered, picks me up. I slip into the back seat. I give the driver the address and lean back to enjoy the ride.

And how I enjoy it. The vibrations of the car cause the egg to vibrate in my pussy. My naked pussy on the leather seat does the rest. I am so hot. My pussy is so wet. I think I'm going to leave a pool on the leather seat. I’m trying very hard to appear normal although I know that I'm blushing and have trouble keeping my face straight. I keep pressing my butt into the seat to get rid of some tension. Every now and then I furtively look into the front of the cab to see if the cab driver notices anything. He is either very discreet or fully concentrated on the road. I, on the other hand, am completely caught up in my lust, in the feeling of this thing inside me. It has already made me so horny all day that I now only want to orgasm.

Fortunately, I'm not wearing panties so I can reach under my skirt with one hand and hopefully, unnoticed. Oh my God. I am so wet. I find my clit and a few small circular movements are enough to bring me to the edge.

It's getting harder and harder not to let go. I press my pussy harder and harder into the seat and notice how my juice runs down the seat. I have to be careful that I do not make any noise or moan. I’m trying not to let my pussy and the seat cause a smacking noise.

I am so engrossed in my ecstasy and so focused on not making any noises or noticeable movement that I do not even notice the cab coming to a halt and we have arrived at our destination. A little confused and further excited, I brush my hair off my now sweating face, I knead my neck and again take a look in the rearview mirror. The driver is grinning at me. I smile sheepishly back. I pay the fare and get out.

When I enter the restaurant I am transported back to a time when everything was still great between Tim and I. The dimmed lights, the candlelight, the soft music, the smell of delicious food - all that reminds me of the times when we were often here. Times when we were like rabbits in our sex lives. Another bitter little reminder of days past –the up and down of emotions.

I let my gaze wander through the room and forget for a brief moment that I have a clear order to sit at the bar. Most of the tables are occupied by couples. There is a very romantic ambience in the room. I notice one table where only one man is sitting with his back to me, he has broad shoulders and as it looks from behind, he is wearing a suit. Although I can't see his face, I like this sight very much. He reminds me of Tom.

But I remember the note and go to the bar and sit on a bar stool. I just ordered my usual poison when I feel a buzzing deep in my cunt. At first, I am shocked and frightened until I realise that it must be the egg. Apparently, the remote control is nearby so that the egg can be operated with it. Oh my god, what was I thinking when I showed up here with this egg inside of me? I don't even know who is operating this remote control. Just as I am about to finish this thought, a further shiver runs through me and the egg vibrates stronger and a little longer this time.

As before, I sit almost naked with my pussy on the bar stool. I'm still completely wet and the egg does the rest. I furtively look around the room to see if I can recognize who is holding the remote control in his hands. This is all so exciting but also scary because I still do not know who controls this egg. I watch the couples and also the man sitting alone but it seems to me that none of them has a remote control in their hands.  I don’t have time to worry anyway because immediately, the egg begins to vibrate again. But this time it doesn't stop, it vibrates continuously and in an exciting rhythm. 

As before in the cab, I instinctively press my little cunt against the bar stool. I try to rub against it, looking to get my release. I also try to avoid moaning loudly at the counter and I am very careful to draw as little attention to myself as possible. I hold on to the counter desperately. I’m trying to concentrate on my drink but also trying to focus on this absolutely horny feeling and actually just waiting to finally orgasm. I have to concentrate on my breathing. It is shallow and is getting faster and faster. I would like to touch myself. I want to touch my nipples. I want to massage my clit. I don't know what to do anymore, it's all too much, it's all just too much. The next moment the egg stops for a short moment. I sip my drink briefly to wet my dry lips and steady myself a bit. I speculate again about my mysterious egg controller.

After a few seconds, the egg begins to vibrate again, now with an even stronger intensity. I tilt my pelvis slightly forward so that my clit touches the seat again. I can no longer help but rub against the seat. My whole body seems to be remote-controlled. I rub with small barely noticeable movement and I now do not care if anyone sees it. I just have to find satisfaction. My hands are on my thighs and hold them tight so as not to move upwards of their own accord. That's it, I can't take it anymore, I throw my head back, looking at the ceiling. I exhale carefully and have a very intense but quiet and calm orgasm. Sweat is now collecting on my forehead. I have to hold on to the counter so I don't slide off the chair. 

Cautiously, I look around. No one seems to be paying any attention to me.

The vibro egg has stopped vibrating. Slowly I slide off the bar stool and make my way to the bathroom. I need to freshen up a bit. I am completely sweaty and completely wet. Wow, what an experience. Right now I don't care if the other guests have noticed anything.

More important to me is to find out who is in control here.

A narrow and sparsely lit corridor leads to the toilet. I'm almost at the door to the ladies' room when I suddenly hear it. Heavy footsteps behind me send a shiver through my body. At the same moment, the egg begins to vibrate again. Oh my god, I am still so sensitive. Fuck, I don't dare to turn around, but I am sure that my controller is standing behind me. With the remote he has not just control over the egg but also over me.

I enter the ladies' room and go into the back stall. I can feel and hear how my companion follows me.

As soon as I stand in the cubicle, his warm body is right behind me. Without saying a word, he presses me against the wall with his strong hands. I use my hands to support myself.

I want to say something, ask who he is, turn my head, but I don't get to do any of that. I am completely shocked when he lifts my skirt without warning. And I am also very aroused.

His appreciative low rumble makes me shudder. Yes, I'm not wearing panties, you bastard.

His hand finds the egg's little tail and he plays with it, pulling on it and sliding the egg in and out.

His other hand lands next to my head. He braces himself and leans in close against me. He kisses my neck tenderly, nibbles on my ear and whispers, "You're mine!"

Mh, I still can't make out who is controlling me here. So frustrating.

His hand between my legs is driving me crazy. If possible I get even wetter and hotter. I can feel my juices running down my inner thighs.

I can not help it and press my back against him. Slowly he slides his hand up my thigh and collects my wetness. He offers me his finger. Greedily I lick and taste my sweet pussy.

His boner rubs against my butt. I press my ass even harder against him.

"Have you been a good girl? Did you cum earlier and do as I said?" he whispers in a low growl.

I can just moan in return. 

Before there is a sting there is a smack. Did he just spank me? Without warning, there is another one and yet another. At my ear, he whispers, "No, I've seen your behaviour at the bar, baby girl. You got to work on taking orders."

After yet another smack, he tenderly caresses my buttcheek, slides his hand through my folds.

He puts his fingers in his own mouth after gathering more of my juices directly from my dripping pussy. He slightly pulls out the pulsing egg so it is sitting at my pussy opening. Then he pushes it in again and again. The smacking sound makes me so hot.

Mmmh. So good.

His other hand leaves the wall next to my head to immediately find my breast under my lace top. He pinches my nipple while continuing to play with the egg. He keeps fucking me with the egg.

I can't take it anymore. I turn around. I am relieved and shocked at the same time. My dear husband is the animal that takes me so hard here. He is still fully dressed in a suit. The man in the suit, sitting with his back to me, flashes through my mind.

Before I can form another thought, he grabs my chest and bites and licks my nipples alternately. Sending shivers down my spine.

We do not exchange a word. You can only hear our soft moans, which echo off the tiled walls.

I am so turned on now.

Suddenly he turns me again facing the wall. With a skilful movement, he takes out the egg, holds it in the palm of his hand and sticks his thumb in my cunt. The egg is now vibrating against my pulsating clit.

His other hand continues to stimulate my hard nipple.

He squeezes his hand inside me so that my clit is stimulated extra strongly and I can feel the vibrations all the way inside my pussy. His thumb touches my G-spot and massages it gently.

"Fuck me!" is all I can say. I long for his big cock in my pussy.

But he has other plans.

"Not so fast, baby. This is about you, your pleasure. I want to bring you to the edge many times until you scream for me to fuck you," he growls sexily in my ear.

Oh, what a mean dog. But it feels so so good.

"Nat, I Want your clit to be so rock hard. I want to lick and suck you," he says in a velvety voice.

His thumb finds my G-spot again. He rubs it slowly in circular motions. Wow, this is driving me crazy.

He puts the egg aside and he gets his fingers wet with my juice. Suddenly I feel his finger on my little asshole. Tenderly he rubs his finger along my tight hole again and again.

I can feel him getting down on his knees and he is spreading my butt cheeks to get his tongue inside me.

Wow, what a dirty sensation.

With my butt cheeks spread he touches my rock-hard clit with his tongue just momentarily as he slides his tongue along my dripping slit tasting my juices then circles my butt hole.

I start to play with my nipples while I press my butt into his face. His tongue fucks me in both holes alternately.

My clit is so hard. She needs attention too. I turn around and he tends to her. Licks her gently at first then bites her hard.

I push myself again into his face as he gets my hard clit deep into his mouth, bites the base of her and slides his teeth along her until he gets to the sensitive tip where he kisses and licks her gently. He sucks her deep into his mouth. Then he runs his tongue around my clit, sucks me as deep as my clit will go and flicks it again with his tongue - back and forth, up and down.

When I am near orgasm he suddenly bites me to back me off a bit. He lets me relax a second before he pushes his tongue deep into my pussy and fucks me with his tongue.

Again when nearing orgasm, he stops and takes his tongue out of my pussy. He turns me around yet another time to have full access to my butt. With his tongue he pushes into my asshole, tasting me. Lazily he tongue fucks my butthole, which is a new Sensation.

The next thing I know, he's standing up.

Clothes rustle. A zipper.

He rumbles in my ear, "Now say, 'Daddy, fuck me, fuck me now please.'"

I listen intuitively. "Oh, Daddy. Please fuck me."

I'm so wet that his big cock slides all the way inside me with one quick thrust. I moan and squirm.

God, I love being filled with his cock.

He pulls himself all the way out and runs it along my slit and clit - when his cock head is at my pussy opening, he just opens me up this time slowly with it.

His hand fingers my asshole as he fucks my pussy.

"I'm so close, Daddy."

He pushes both of his fingers deep into my butt hole and pushes against my G-spot with his cock inside my pussy.

He continues to pulse his fingers on his cock head, pulsing it into my G-spot.

"Yes Daddy, please fuck both my holes. That feels so good. Mmmm."

As he thrusts in and out, I can feel how completely filled I am as the tip of his cock just touches my cervix.

The pulsing of his cock deep in my pussy and his fingers in my ass makes me feel both of my holes being filled and fucked.

He takes his cock out of my pussy again and wets my butt hole as he very slowly stretches my sphincter with the tip.

"Mmmh. Yes, yes, yes!" I gasp.

He reaches around me and rubs my clit in circles, causing my asshole to relax and open as I become more and more aroused.

He must feel this relaxation and slowly pushes further into my ass.

His big cock is stretching out my tight ass as I struggle to take him in.

"Ah yes! Put your big cock in my tight hole, Daddy!"

Another deep growl. "Oh, you know all the slutty ways that bad girls are skilled at."

"Yes, I am your little slut. Mmmh!"

His breath quickens as he thrusts in my ass. "So you like being so slutty that you want Daddy's dick to cum in your ass?"

I slide my slutty ass onto his cock as he stands still. I fuck myself like the slut I am.

On another thought, I'd like to lick him clean first. "Daddy, can I please lick you clean?"

Without another word, he slowly pulls out of my gaping asshole. I turn around and slowly get on my knees in front of him.

Slowly I lick his entire length. Mmmm, he likes that. I nibble on the underside.

I form a tight 'O' with my mouth and fuck only his head. My tongue keeps licking into the small crack at the top so that his urethra is opened by my tongue.

His breath is coming faster and strained now.  

I massage his ass as I start to really fuck him with my mouth. I try to take him as deep as I can.

His hand goes to the back of my head so he can penetrate even further.

I look up through my eyelashes and ask, "Please, will you fuck my face? Please. I'll be a good girl."

It's like we flipped a switch, he grabs my hair with both hands and pulls my mouth deep onto his cock again and again.

He thrusts it in so far that it's in my throat - he holds it there for a moment and pulls it out while I recover.

I spit my saliva on his cock and start sucking him again.

He repeats this despite my gasping and gagging, but he pulls it out just in time each time.

"Am I allowed to touch myself?"

He says breathlessly, "Yes, finger fuck yourself!" as he fucks my face faster and so well.

I start fingering my tight little cunt as he is now thrusting my face.

"Play with your pee hole - open it as you did mine."

I gasp, "Oh Daddy, I'm so close."

"Baby girl, tap that clit for me."

"Yeah, so close. I want you in my mouth when I cum. Please!"

I finger my cunt faster now and sometimes fuck myself with three fingers.

I pinch my nipples really hard. I take my juice and rub it on my nipples.

He watches me and strokes his big cock.

I take my wet fingers and finger my butthole too. He's watching me do myself in so many dirty ways.

"Daddy is about to explode, baby."

"Me too, I...fuck...I can't..."

"Cum for Daddy!" he commands while he pushes his cock in my little mouth again. He is stroking faster now.

"Suck it, baby! Ah yes, take all of my cum."

He just holds still and moans ecstatically. There is so much cum I hope I can swallow it all.

That just gets me over the edge, my fingers buried deep in my spasming cunt.

I have trouble holding myself up, my whole body shakes uncontrollably. Never before have I experienced such an intense orgasm. My juice runs down my hand, which is still deep in my pussy.

I lean my back against the wall and try to calm my breathing. Through wet eyelashes, I look up at him. I can't help it, I grin broadly at him.

I am irritated as he just stows away his cock and leaves the restroom. I hear the water running. Continuing to try to catch my breath and keep my churning emotions in check. Just as I'm about to get up and get ready, he's in the doorway again.

"Just look at you, my little vixen."

He comes to me and slowly pulls me up. He holds me tightly in his hands as I have trouble standing upright.

Only now do I notice the damp cloth in his hand. He leans me against the wall and kneels in front of me. Slowly and tenderly he begins to clean me. He starts at my thighs. Carefully he washes away my juice. Even more carefully he cleans my labia, my sore asshole. Shivers run down my back.

Tears fill my eyes. It's all too much. My emotions overtake me. I hide my tears behind my hands.

He stands up and takes me tenderly in his arms. "Hey. It's okay," he says as he kisses my hands. I slowly lower my hands and he looks deep into my eyes. For the first time that night, he kisses me. First the tip of my nose, my eyelids, and the corner of my mouth. Tenderly he strokes my full lips with his tongue. Obediently I open my mouth and receive his tongue with my tongue. We kiss deeply and with so much feeling.

My hands cup his neck and I whisper in his ear, "Please don't ever leave me hanging like that again."

"You don't think there's any coming back from this, do you?" he growls into my neck.

He takes a small step back and helps me clean my face. I fix my clothes and go to the anteroom and look at myself in the mirror. Freshly fucked looks good on me.

When I look up, I see him watching me. A small smile plays around his lips. He approaches me from behind and supports himself with his hands on the washstand. He looks deep into my eyes and says, "I missed us. I love you, Nathalie." Gently, he kisses me behind the ear, on the back of the neck.

As he walks back into the guest room with me, hand in hand, on our way out of the restaurant, a question intrudes my mind.

"How could you even see me when your back was to me the whole time? I didn't know it was you until the very end!"

"Mh, dirty girl!" he whispers in my ear before pointing behind me. There I see a huge mirror hanging over the guest room. Exactly opposite the place where he had been sitting. The mirror did let him see the whole restaurant unnoticed and he must have had a perfect view of my first orgasm. Well, my second orgasm. 

"Mirrors are funny things," he says with a grin.

Hand in hand, we leave the restaurant.