As the screen faded to a soft glow, Drew sat there in the dim light of his office, his chest still heaving from the afterglow of his release, the sticky remnants of his cum on his desk in thick, pearlescent streaks that glistened under the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. His dark eyes remained fixed on the camera feed, where Natalie's image lingered like a tantalizing ghost, her golden brown eyes twinkling with that post-orgasmic haze, her lips still parted from the kiss she'd blown. The air around him was thick with the mingled scents of his own Bourbon Vanilla cologne and the faint, musky tang of his spent seed, a reminder of the raw, electric connection they'd just shared across the miles. Unable to wait another second, he reached for his phone with a trembling hand, his muscular fingers smearing a drop of precum across the screen as he typed out a message, his cock—still half-hard and throbbing with residual pulses—twitching against his thigh as he recalled the way her pussy had clenched and squirted for him. "Fuck, baby, that was incredible," he texted, his words pouring out in a rush, "Your tight little pussy looked so perfect, milking that Sybian like it was my dick buried deep inside you. I'm still rock hard just thinking about it, babe. You make me so turned on with that sexy slutty body of yours." He hit send, his heart racing as he imagined her reading it, perhaps still sprawled on their bed, her thick thighs slick with her own juices, that perky ass shifting as she smiled.

The seconds ticked by like an eternity, the silence in his office amplifying the echo of his own ragged breaths, his mind replaying every detail of her performance—the way her engorged outer lips had parted like a blooming flower, revealing her asymmetrical inner ones, slick and swollen, or how her clit had pulsed just out of reach, begging for attention. His cock, that thick shaft with its pronounced head, began to stir again, growing heavier in his pants as he shifted in his chair, the fabric rubbing against his sensitive skin and drawing a low grunt from his lips. He could almost feel the warmth of her pussy clenching around him, the memory of her squirt arcing toward the camera making his balls ache with a fresh need, that familiar growing pain in his shaft signaling his unquenchable desire to share her, to watch her become the cock-hungry slut he knew she could be. When his phone buzzed with her reply, he devoured the words: "Mmm, I could feel your eyes on me the whole time, baby. My pussy's still throbbing from that ride—I can’t wait for you to get home?" His response came swift and vulgar, fueled by the arousal surging through him, "fuck yes, baby”

But as the explicit back-and-forth unfolded, Drew paused for a moment, his thumb hovering over the screen, the raw intensity of their exchange pulling him into a deeper reflection on their life together. Despite the physical distance—him stuck in his office, surrounded by stacks of papers and the distant hum of city traffic, while she was at home, her voluptuous body still buzzing from her climax—he felt an unbreakable thread of connection weaving through them, stronger than ever. He loved how she'd blossomed under his encouragement, transforming from that shy woman who once hid her masturbation to this bold, affectionate partner who bared it all for him, her perky tits heaving, her thick legs and round ass on full display. It wasn't just the sex that drove him wild; it was the way her eyes lit up when she let go, embracing her inner slut, knowing he was there to catch her in that whirlwind of pleasure. His mind wandered to their past adventures—the times they'd shared her with another man, watching her take control, riding a cock reverse cowgirl so he could see her ass bounce, or sucking a thick shaft with that sloppy, gagging enthusiasm that made his own dick throb. He cherished how she trusted him to push her boundaries, like getting her inner slut to come out and play with another man, her body trembling with ecstasy as he watched her, or the way she'd moaned for him to cum in her pussy during their more daring nights. This remote show had reignited that passion, reminding him that no matter how demanding his job got, their marriage thrived on these moments of shared fantasy, where her pleasure was his ultimate reward.

Yet even as he lost himself in these thoughts, the anticipation for what came next began to build, a slow-burning fire in his veins that made his cock pulse insistently in his hand. He could picture future encounters playing out in vivid detail—maybe next time, he'd arrange for her to tease him with a video of her using that small plug on her tight asshole while fingering her pussy, or perhaps set up a scenario where another man joined her, letting Drew watch as she took two cocks at once, one pounding her dripping pussy while she sucked the other, her moans muffled and desperate. The idea made him even harder, touching himself still, the wet sounds of his palm sliding over his shaft filling the quiet room, mixing with the memory of her wet squelches and screams. "I can't wait to get home and bury my face in that sweet pussy of yours," he texted back, his voice low and gravelly even in text, "But first, tell me what you want next, babe. Do you want me to watch you play with your big dildo, imagining it's another man fucking you deep and hard?" His words hung in the digital air, laden with promise, as he felt the emotional depth of their bond deepen, her responses fueling his arousal and his devotion, leaving him on the edge once more, ready to dive back into their world of ecstasy.

Finally, as the night stretched on, Drew leaned back in his chair, his body humming with unfulfilled need, the anticipation of their next real encounter hanging in the air like a promise. He could almost feel her warm breath on his skin, her thick curves pressed against him, and it was that thought that pushed him forward, into planning their reunion, where he'd make good on every filthy promise, ensuring their passion burned even brighter.

He could almost feel her warm breath on his skin, her thick curves pressed against him, and it was that thought that pushed him forward, into planning their reunion, where he'd make good on every filthy promise, ensuring their passion burned even brighter. With his cock still twitching in his hand, slick with the remnants of his earlier load, Drew unlocked his phone again, the screen illuminating his flushed face in the dim office light. His dark eyes scanned Natalie's last message—"I can't wait for you to get home, baby"—and a low growl escaped his lips as he typed out his response, his fingers clumsy with the surge of lust coursing through him. "you're such a fucking tease, baby, and I love it" he wrote, his words raw and urgent, "That show you put on had me blowing my load all over my desk, thinking about how tight your pussy gripped that Symbian. I'm grateful as hell for that view of your pussy blooming open, all slick and begging for more. Can't stop picturing your perky tits bouncing while you rode it, and fuck, I need to bury my cock in you soon—feel that hot, wet squeeze around me again." As he hit send, his shaft throbbed harder in his grip, the thick head leaking fresh precum that smeared across his palm, the scent of Bourbon Vanilla mixing with the salty musk of his arousal, making the air in the room feel heavier, more intoxicating.

The phone buzzed almost instantly with her reply, her words flashing across the screen like a spark to dry tinder: "Mmm, I love knowing I made you so hard like that just from watching me, baby. My pussy's still dripping just from thinking about your cock throbbing for me. Tell me more—did you like watching my ass shake on that machine? I was imagining it was you deep inside me." Drew's breath hitched, his muscular chest rising and falling as he read it, his free hand instinctively wrapping tighter around his dick, stroking slowly from base to tip with deliberate, torturous pulls that made his balls tighten and ache. He could hear her voice in his head, that husky whisper turning filthy as she described her own desires, and it fueled the fire building inside him, his mind flooding with images of her thick, muscular legs wrapped around his waist, her round ass cheeks slapping against his hips with every thrust. "Fuck yes, I loved every second of it," he texted back, his thumb trembling as he typed, "Your ass looked incredible, bouncing like that—made me want to spread those cheeks and fuck you from behind. You're such a cock-hungry slut when you let go, and it's all for me. I'm sitting here rubbing my cock through my pants, remembering how your pussy squirted for the camera, and it's got me harder than ever again." The vulgar exchange only deepened his arousal, each word pulling him deeper into the fantasy, his mind wandering back to naughty adventures together.

As the conversation unfolded, Drew paused, his phone clutched in one hand while the other rubbed his cock with slow, deliberate strokes, allowing himself to sink into a reflective haze amidst the raw need. He thought about how far they'd come, from the early days when Natalie was so shy about her body, hiding her masturbation sessions in the closet like a secret sin, to now, when she'd boldly put on that erotic show just for him. Despite the miles separating them—his office a sterile cage of buzzing lights and scattered papers, her world a haven of soft sheets and lingering scents—he felt that renewed connection threading through every filthy message, every shared memory. It wasn't just the sex that bound them; it was the way she trusted him to draw out her inner slut, to celebrate her voluptuous figure—the way her perky tits heaved with pleasure, her tummy's soft curves begging to be touched, her thick legs and ass driving him wild with their raw, feminine power. He loved how she'd evolved, embracing their HotWife dynamic, letting him watch as she lost herself in the moment, whether it was riding a stranger's cock or sucking another thick shaft with that sloppy, gagging enthusiasm that made his own dick pulse. That emotional depth hit him hard, a wave of devotion crashing over the lust, making his rubbing feel more intimate, more purposeful, as if he were touching her through the distance, feeling the warmth of her skin and the throb of her pussy echoing in his veins.

Yet even as he savored these reflections, the anticipation for what lay ahead began to build like a storm on the horizon, his mind drifting to the possibilities that awaited them upon his return. He imagined arranging their next encounter with meticulous detail, perhaps starting with her blindfolded on their bed, her legs spread wide as he teased her sensitive clit with the lightest touches, building her up until she was begging for more. "What if I set something up for next weekend?" he texted, his voice translating into words that dripped with promise, "Picture this, babe: you on all fours, that small plug in your ass while I fuck you from behind, and I invite someone else to fill your mouth with cock, just like you love. I'd watch your lips stretch around it, hear you moan around that thick shaft as I fuck you deep, feeling your pussy clench and squirt all over me." The thought made his cock swell even further, the pronounced head flaring with each pump of his fist, precum oozing in steady beads that trickled onto his pants, the sensation electric and unrelenting. He could almost hear her responses in his mind, her dirty talk echoing back: "Yes, baby, I need that—smack me with your cock and make me take all of him," and it fueled his fantasy, picturing her body arching in ecstasy, her golden brown eyes locked on his as another man thrust into her, her moans turning into screams that filled the room with wet, slapping sounds.

His rubs grew more insistent, the friction building a fire in his core as he lost himself in the vivid mental replay of their past adventures, the way her pussy had bloomed open for a stranger's dick, her inner lips swelling and asymmetrical, clenching with every deep thrust while she whispered filthy pleas like "Cum in my pussy, make I’m your dirty little slut baby." Drew's balls drew up tight, the ache spreading through his groin as he edged himself closer, not rushing the moment but letting it simmer, his mind painting pictures of future escapades—a gangbang where she was the center, cocks lined up to take turns filling her holes, her body a canvas of sweat and cum as he watched her transform into that uninhibited slut he adored. He'd position himself to see everything, her perky tits jiggling with each impact, her thick ass rippling under the force of multiple thrusts, and the thought of her squirting messily, soaking everything in her release, made his own cock throb with that familiar, insistent pain. "I want to see you take two cocks at once again, babe," he added in his next message, his words punctuated by a low grunt as his hand worked faster, "One in your tight pussy and one in your mouth, your lips wrapped around it while I watch you choke on it, just like that time you went wild." The exchange kept the flame alive, his body humming with unfulfilled need, the emotional undercurrent of their bond making every vulgar detail feel profoundly connected, a promise of ecstasy that lingered in the air, drawing them inexorably closer.

Remote Ecstasy