Dr. Elizabeth “Ellie” Crawford was alone, tired, and strangely aroused. This was week number four being away from her husband and two young children since the virus has put everyone on lockdown. Ellie was an ER physician in the time of a pandemic, which is not the best of combinations. She had decided, that in order to decrease the risk of bringing the virus home and infecting her husband and children, that she was going to stay in the hotel that the hospital was offering all the staff to stay in during the crisis. Her husband Andrew, who was also a physician, but was in academics and research, had fought her on that decision. Ellie had thought it was sweet that he had tried to protect her but ultimately, they had made the decision together.
Ellie missed the kids dearly and looked forward to her FaceTime with them daily. She was both surprised and impressed with how well things seemed to be going at home with Andrew running the show. This made her even more at ease that she had made the right decision, but it did not make it any easier. The stress of the constant barrage of critically ill patients day after day was physically and mentally wearing her down. Even more, she missed Andrew dearly and the unique stress relief that only he could provide.
Ellie had just finished talking to the kids when she made sure she spoke to Andrew before he had ended the video call. “Hey hun, can we get back together after you put the kids to bed? I want to see you open your present,” she said in an excited tone.
“Sure Ellie,” he said expectantly. “Is this something that I’ll need to open in the bedroom?”
Ellie and Andrew had done two sessions where they had tried somewhat unsuccessfully to turn a FaceTime sexy. The last session, Ellie had surprised him with a very sexy outfit that she hoped would help. While they ended up masturbating in front of each other’s laptops, it left something to be desired and did not come close to fulfilling Ellie’s growing need. That would hopefully change tonight.
“You’re just fishing for clues Andy. Just message me when you’re ready and you’ll find out,” she said with a wry smile. Andrew realized that she was up to something.
They exchanged goodbyes and Ellie frantically opened the box on her bed and excitedly got to work on setting up her stress relief plan.
It was after 10:00 now and the anticipation was killing Ellie. She was looking at herself in the full-length mirror in her room. In her late thirties after having two children, Ellie was still a striking beauty. Her shoulder-length chestnut hair with red hues framed her face. She had immaculate fair skin and the brightest of blue eyes that would draw anyone in. As she looked down at her body, she loved how the black demi lace bra pushed her B cup breasts up just right, showing just the hint of a darkened nipple. Her hands and eyes went down her body and traced the front outline of her simple see-through black panties over a matching garter belt. She thought to herself better not to linger there and settled her hands on her hips as she looked at the garters holding up a pair of lacey black stockings.
Ellie turned side to side admiring the tight body that she had worked so hard to regain after her second child. She noticed she had softened just slightly in the month she was pulling seventy-hour weeks, eating whatever she could and not exercising. A smile crept across her face, as Andrew had loved this very look after each of their kids were born. Maybe he was right and it certainly was a lot easier to maintain.
Her phone chimed and a pang of anticipation fluttered in her stomach. Reading the text from him:
Ready
She quickly opened her laptop and waited for his call. She anxiously looked around the queen bed in the hotel bedroom to find the implements required for the rest of the evening all laid out. She sat upright against a couple of pillows propped against the headboard and set the computer in front of her checking that the camera could see all of her.
Andrew popped up on her screen. She marveled at the man she loved so much. His dark brown hair was shaggy and growing out longer than it had ever been since med school. He had grown a matching brown beard over the last month with a hint of grey flecked within it. His dark brown eyes pierced the screen and as soon as she enabled her video, his surprise was evident.
“Uh, sorry it took me so long. Michelle just wouldn’t go to sleep,” he stammered.
“I’m very sorry I kept you waiting so long. You look incredible,” he said tentatively.
“Oh Andy,” she said then suggestively and playfully bit her finger with a smile, “I’ve been soooo lonely just waiting for you to call,” she was mocking him now.
She reached over on the bed and grabbed a black wand vibrator waved it at the screen. Andrew’s mouth was agape. They had never really experimented with toys and he was a bit surprised to see one in Ellie’s hand. She switched it on and worked it down her belly.
Andrew’s eyes were wide as he watched his wife trace the wand over her triangle of reddish-brown hair clearly visible through the sheer black panties. Her eyes were now closed, and she let out a low whimper as it reached her clit.
Ellie opened her eyes and softly spoke, “You get to control the wand Andy. There’s an app, go get your phone.”
They spent the next few minutes downloading the app and synching her wand with the app. Andrew was anxious to try it, but before they got any farther, Ellie interrupted.
“Open the box Andy,” she said in a husky voice full of desire. With that, Andy opened the box. There were two smaller boxes inside, but the plastic covering was opaque on both.
“Open the larger one first,” Ellie said.
He unwrapped the larger square box and was shocked at what was inside. He looked up at her in shock and fear.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to try it,” she smiled. “I just wish I was there to warm you up and put it in,” she said with an evil grin.
“A remote-controlled butt plug Ellie?” He opened the box and picked out the black silicone plug. “I don’t know about this,” he continued.
Ellie was having none of this, “Andy, look at me!” His head jerked up from his gaze on the plug to the screen. “You love having your ass played with. I tease it, I lick it, I finger it and you fucking love it. You know what, I fucking love it because it’s the only time I have complete control of you. We both know you fucking own me in bed. I am your little whore and I love you controlling me more than anything. Anything but playing with your tight little ass. I love making you beg for more and I love making you feel like the slut you always make me.”
Andrew was flushed with both desire and embarrassment. His cock was uncomfortably hard in his gym shorts. He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out.