No matter how long you’ve been married or partnered up, you have to make time to enhance your special relationship with the substance of raw passion. Even before my husband and I started exploring our kinky side, he would do little things, like give me a lingering look, an unexpected touch, a hello or goodbye kiss that went on too long to just be perfunctory. Somehow he managed to infuse it all with an undercurrent of his dominant nature — or maybe I’m just hard-wired to be submissive. Anyhow, like many other couples, our life went into a bit of a tailspin during the pandemic. Nothing serious, but the sudden change of routine rattled our sex life. Fortunately for me, though, my husband’s skills found a way to keep our lights on, so to speak, and kindle our dormant spark into a perpetual inferno.

Malcolm works in cybersecurity, so as far as his company is concerned, he’s not only essential, he’s vital. As the lockdowns kicked in, he actually ended up in the office more than before. I already work from home as a graphic artist, but as projects slowed and wrapped — without other assignments taking their place — I found myself having too much time on my hands and grew restless. Sure, I binge-watched TV shows until my vision blurred and found all kinds of projects to do around the house. But in the absence of my normal social life — and, increasingly, my husband — the lockdown blues hit me pretty hard. However, one day I woke up to discover a mysterious package waiting for me on the kitchen table, and its arrival changed everything.

The box was emblazoned with the usual big name corporate logo we all associate with free two-day delivery. I didn’t recall ordering anything, though. I looked closer and saw it had been taped shut, making its presence Malcolm’s doing. I opened the box and discovered what appeared to be one of those home AI devices. But we already had one of those. However, a note in my husband’s handwriting confirmed that this item was to be its replacement. In addition to the new device, the box also contained a Wi-Fi HD webcam with another note: “Turn us on.”

My husband always teases me and says we should both quit our jobs and cam model, so this was bound to be interesting. I turned on the devices, and then waited, not sure what was supposed to happen next. Within a minute the camera’s light went from red to green, and then the AI device beeped loudly enough to make me jump in my seat.

“Hello?” I said into the microphone.

“Hi, honey,” my husband’s deadpan voice blared from the speaker.

I swore under my breath, then looked from the AI device to the camera. The AI beeped again, and Malcolm asked: “Can you hear me?”

“Yes,” I responded.

“Ah, good. It’s working.”

I rolled my eyes and asked, “Honey, what is this?”

My husband laughed and said, “True to form, I can see you’re rolling your eyes already.”

Oh, duh. Of course, he could. The camera was on. Perplexed, I looked directly into the lens. “Malcolm, what is all this? I mean, you can always just video call.”

“I could, but that wouldn’t be half as much fun as what I have planned. Just give me a second to install some software on your laptop.”

Turning to my computer, I saw the pointer moving as my husband controlled it via a remote connection. After no more than two minutes, an image of what the camera was broadcasting appeared in a window on my screen.

“All right. Go on. Give me the elevator pitch.”

“OK. Look, I know I’m not home a lot these days.” He paused, sounding apologetic. “I also know we’ve both been feeling a little low. But I also know the only way to get to the other side is to innovate.”

“Necessity is the mother of invention?” I ventured skeptically.

“More or less.”

“So what’s the deal? You’re gonna talk to me all day, and I’ll order toilet paper and groceries on this thing?”

“You really think you’re going to be the one giving orders?” My husband’s laughter rang out of the speakers before he continued. “Nope. On this device, you’re going to be taking orders, not giving.” Before I could respond again, the device beeped and he added, “Ah, I see your face. You’re intrigued, aren’t you?”

I glanced from the AI to the laptop and saw my husband camming in on his phone. He gave me a little wave and said, “We’re live, honey. Although rest assured, it is just the two of us.”

“Ha ha.” I folded my arms petulantly. “So you’re gonna make that thing beep and get me out of bed?”

“And into bed — and anywhere else I think you should be. And, yeah, I can make it beep whenever I want your attention.” The device beeped several times in succession, illustrating his point.

“Oh, come off it,” I said with a laugh.

“This isn’t a joke. This is an intervention. You’re going to be my little slut wife who I can command at any time.”

“So less Debbie Downer, more Debbie Does Dallas is what you’re going for?”

“In a matter of speaking. Are you game?”

“Well, I suppose it can’t hurt.” I was acting fussy, but secretly I will admit the thought excited me. “Am I supposed to flash you now or something?”

“Hmm, wait on that. You have another package arriving.”

The doorbell rang, and through the window, I saw a deliveryman walking away.

“Go get it, and open it up for me,” Malcolm ordered.

I soon discovered the latest delivery contained quite the selection of sexy items: jeweled nipple clamps with a removable chain, a cupless sheer pink baby-doll negligee, a butt plug with a base shaped like a pink heart, and a high-tech sex toy — also in pink. The toy was U-shaped and designed for insertion and G-spot pleasure on one end, while the other could send delightful vibes to the clit. Either way, the toy’s internet connectivity would allow my husband to control it from his phone.

“Wow, you really thought this through,” I said, knowing I must have looked as awestruck as I felt.

“There will be other things soon enough. But let’s start with getting you in the shower, and don’t worry, the cam is waterproof.”

“Do you want me to do a striptease?”

“You could, but it’s not necessary. Also, I only have a half hour left for my lunch break. Take the camera, the AI, and the goodies along with you.”

“OK,” I said. I put the AI and box on the vanity by the sink and positioned the small webcam beside it. Then, without fanfare, I took off my yoga pants and hoodie.

The AI beeped, and I heard Malcolm say, “Very good. I’m a lucky man.”

His tone made me laugh, but I love the way my husband will casually flatter me. Although my days of college cheerleading are long behind me, I definitely work hard to maintain my naturally petite physique.

I’m in my early 40s with long chestnut hair. Malcolm says I have a “girl next door” innocence about my looks, but my face is where any said innocence stops. With his blessing last year, I also had some work done to transform my B-cups into Ds, and I love teasing him with my brand-new boobs.

I gazed at the camera and lifted my breast, just enough to tease my nipple with my tongue and get the little bud stiff.

“Very nice, but you need to stay on task,” he said.

I played with my nipples some more and challenged: “What if I have a different task in mind?”

I shivered a little as the air conditioner switched on and hit me with a cool draft.

“Oh no. I’m giving the orders around here.”

“For now,” I teased. My nipples pinged with excitement, which corresponded to the bolt of arousal that flared between my legs. In that moment, I really wished my husband was home, so I could drop everything and ride his cock — but I was definitely enjoying this new way to play.

Malcolm cleared his throat and said with complete seriousness, “Be sure to position the camera so I get a good angle.”

“All right, Spielberg.”

“Watch the attitude, my little brat, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Now that sounds fun.”

“We’ll see. Now, slip that new toy in your pussy and then turn on the shower.”

As quickly as possible, I liberated the vibe from its packaging. Malcolm gave me a few simple instructions for how to set it up, so his phone could control it, and — voilà — we were in business!

“Wow, I love technology,” I mused, as I ran through the toy’s speed settings.

The AI device beeped again, and Malcolm’s voice spoke: “Spread your pussy for me, baby. I want to see you put it in.”

I put one leg on the vanity counter, exposing my pink pussy lips to the camera’s gaze. With my left hand, I parted my outer lips, and while I was at it, I couldn’t resist playing with my clit a little.

“Ooh, honey, I’m so wet already.”

“Good. But no coming until I tell you to, OK?” 

I nodded in the direction of the camera. With my juices flowing and my clit primed, I inserted the thick end of the toy inside me. Once it was nestled deep, its other end was pressed against my clit, and my husband wasted no time testing the toy’s vibration levels.

“Ooh!” I squealed as I felt the shaft suddenly jolt to life inside me.

“Mmm, I’m so happy it works,” Malcolm replied. “Now get in the shower. Let’s see how clean — and dirty — you can be.”

Once the camera was in an appropriate position, I turned on the hot water. The AI device beeped from the vanity counter, and he ordered, “Lather up for me.”

I looked up at the camera and winked. I put some body wash on the loofah sponge and took my time making pearly bubbles foam up atop my breasts. After I coated my tits in suds, I worked my way down my legs, carefully and deliberately avoiding my throbbing pussy. But without warning, the toy came to life and delivered a solid 60-second blast of medium-high vibrations that made my knees buckle.

I gasped in pleasure as my pussy muscles clenched around the silicone shaft.

“Oh God,” I moaned.

“That’s exactly what I want to hear.”

I wriggled, causing the external part of the toy to press more intensely against my clit. My pleasure threatened to overwhelm me — and almost did. But before I reached my peak, my crafty husband switched off the vibe.

“Oh, come on!” I pouted and peeked at the camera. “I’m so fucking horny, Malcolm.”

I heard my husband laugh again.

“I’m happy to make you come, honey, but you’re going to have to earn it.”

“You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“You bet. Now listen, I want you to take your middle and index fingers — ”

“Which hand?” I interjected.

“Doesn’t matter,” Malcolm replied. “But I want you to look into the camera, and suck on those fingers.”

I obeyed, making a show of really covering my fingers with spit as the shower soaked the rest of me.

“A very nice visual,” Malcolm said in a husky voice. “Now, get those fingers really slick because I want you to turn around, spread your cheeks and shove those fingers in your asshole.”

For a moment, I must’ve looked scandalized, but — inhibitions be damned — this new territory was too intriguing to resist.

Malcolm and I had only recently begun to explore anal sex. I’m no backdoor virgin, but he was the first guy to actually take the time to make the experience worth savoring.

I turned around so he had a perfect view of my ass and bent forward a bit.

“Oh I could look at that all day,” he chimed in.

I glanced over my shoulder, teasingly wiggled my butt and asked, “You wanna see me ream this ass?”

“Yes, that’s an order.”

“I think I need to take it slow.”

“That’s fine. You just pretend those wet fingers are my tongue. I know you love it when I worship your little hole.”

He wasn’t wrong! With the water cascading down my back, I reached around and began fingering my ass. Just as my middle finger slid through my anal ring, the toy inside my pussy came to life again.

“Oh fuck!” I exclaimed. The sensation nearly made my knees buckle. I planted my free hand firmly against the wall and moaned loudly. The vibrations were so extreme, even the finger in my asshole could feel the rumbling intensity of the toy. Not to mention, my poor tormented clit felt like it might explode at any second. But once more, the vibrations shut off. This was next-level teasing!

I groaned and begged, “Please, baby.”

“I didn’t say you could stop. Get back to work and show me how you finger-fuck your ass, and I’ll consider letting you come,” Malcolm insisted after treating me to another loud beep.

I sighed — in both desperation and exasperation. I worked a second finger into my ass and began to move them together, in and out. My pussy muscles squeezed the lifeless toy, jealous of the fun my ass was having.

“Please let me come,” I begged. I would have given anything in that moment for the vibrations to resume.

“Mmm, I wish you could see how incredible you look right now,” Malcolm said on a sigh.

“I’m incredibly in need of an orgasm.”

“Keep fingering yourself.”

The clitoral component of the toy then came alive, which made me shiver, but he only let it vibrate for ten seconds.

“Oh come on!”

“Nope, not yet,” Malcolm said, sounding mighty amused. “You can take your fingers out now and finish washing up. Next stop is the bedroom.”

I sighed and obeyed. What else could I do? After I toweled off, Malcolm had me put on the sheer cupless negligee and nipple clamps, and then I was directed to lube up and insert the jeweled butt plug, all while the vibe was still jammed inside my cunt.

“It’s time we took your anal training seriously,” he explained.

I turned around to admire the pink booty jewelry in the mirror and said, “I’m impressed. It looks as good as it feels. It also feels pretty incredible having both holes stuffed.”

“I’m glad you’re pleased. Now, take us into the bedroom.”

Once there, I placed the AI device on the nightstand and arranged the camera at the bottom of the bed, so he’d have a full view of everything I was about to do. Even after toweling off post-shower, my pussy was still soaked. My cunt muscles clenched the shaft of the toy, hoping those pleasurable waves would kick up once more and offer me a thrill.

“Get on the bed, and get comfortable,” he told me.

I stretched out, but kept my legs spread so he could see the toys embedded in my holes. 

“What’s next?” I asked.

“The AI is going to randomly control your toy, and we’ll see how long it takes to make you squirt.”

“Wait — a robot is going to get me off?”

“Maybe. But I can override it, if needed. Don’t worry.”

“Another technological marvel,” I started to say. But my snarky comment was abruptly cut off as the AI took charge. I felt the vibrations first, and then suspiciously glanced over at the device. The toy inside me started off with a slow wave-like motion, which only made me crave more.

“How’s that feel?” Malcolm asked.

“Mmm, it’s really good — slow and — ah!” I exhaled sharply as the speed increased, and I felt the vibrations intensify against my incredibly sensitive clit. “Oh my God!” I exclaimed.

After all that teasing and denial, my body was ravenous for any and all sensations. I squirmed and moaned as the vibrations decreased again — only to rise up even higher once more.

I bit down on my lip and moaned louder, feeling my impending orgasm starting to turn me inside out — and then unleashing the literal floodgates. As my clit spasmed, the toy delivered just enough payload to my G-spot to make me come — and make a little puddle on the sheets beneath me.

As I lay there trying to catch my breath, the AI beeped and the toy turned off.

“Very impressive,” Malcolm murmured. “That took three minutes and 49.6 seconds.”

I closed my eyes and smirked as I spoke: “Are you going to analyze data all day or come home and fuck me?”

“I’m here. I just walked in the door.”

I sat up, and sure enough, Malcolm was standing in the bedroom doorway with an exceedingly self-satisfied look on his face.

“You told me you were at lunch. I didn’t know you were coming home.”

I gestured for him to come closer, and Malcolm leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.

“I knew I couldn’t drive safelyandcontrol the toy. I got here as fast as I could — but you were faster.”

“I’m also still horny,” I told him, reaching for his belt buckle.

“Good, I was counting on it.”

I freed Malcolm’s thick erection and took it in my mouth, sucking him for a bit. But there was zero need to prime him, given his sustained arousal. I yanked out the vibe — but he made me leave the plug in — and my geeky hubby put my legs over his shoulders and gave me the fucking of a lifetime.

Any lingering lockdown melancholy I might’ve felt went flying out the window as Malcolm plowed me harder and harder. And once we both came and caught our breath, he put the dildo back in my pussy and swapped the butt plug with his cock, while the AI-controlled vibrations tormented me once more.

Since our unique playdate, Malcolm has continued to surprise me. I’ll wake up to discover packages with new toys or props, and our sex life has never been so wild!