When business demands take Billy out of the bedroom, he still finds a way to pleasure his sex-hungry wife.

The buzzing sound made me stop what I was doing.

I had a dildo three-quarters of the way into my wife’s pussy when the low rumble began. That’s strange, I thought. I wasn’t using a vibrator, only a silicone phallus. I actually checked the sex toy in my fist. Nope. This was indeed a non-rumbling device. When the sound continued, I realized it was my phone. Damn. I’d set my cell to “vibrate,” and that noise was my cell doing a little shimmy on the nightstand.

It was my boss. Again.

I tried to ignore the annoying buzz of my phone and refocus instead on the siren in front of me. My luscious and lovely wife deserved all of my attention. Cheryl is my perfect 10. She’s long, lean and lascivious with a crazy mess of dark curls that would suit a mermaid and freckles scattered cutely across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes light a room, I always say. The way they shine for me never fails to ramp up my heart rate.

But at that moment, her eyes were closed and her curls were flying as she whipped her head back and forth. In her lustful state, she didn’t immediately notice my phone’s rude rumble. Her impending climax was so close I could almost feel it myself. My right hand gripped the base of the toy, and the fingers on my left gently rubbed her clit in tandem. I wouldn’t necessarily say I was jealous of the dildo I was wielding, but there was a slight twinge inside me. I know the pleasure of being balls-deep in Cheryl’s snatch. Right then, the toy was having all the fun, so to speak.

“Don’t stop, Billy. Keep going!”

I watched Cheryl’s face as I pushed the dildo deeper inside her and then rocked it back out. The phone stopped gyrating, but Cheryl didn’t. Her hips were making loops against the mattress as she raised her body and then sank back down, with a swirling motion thrown in for good measure. She was practically doing a horizontal hula. My heart — and dick — swelled at the sight.

That’s when the phone started up again. I glanced at the screen, feeling the urgency of its call. Cheryl caught me.

“Don’t answer that!” she hissed, momentarily drawn away from her bliss. Her green eyes narrowed at me.

Usually, we leave our phones in the living room. The two of us have a pact to banish nonessential devices from the bedroom. But that night was different. I was in the midst of a huge project at work, and I’d promised my boss that I’d be available — at least, remotely. Cheryl hadn’t been happy with the situation. Friday night is our night, the night that we keep clear of any other commitments. The night    we break out the sex toys and fuck each other like crazy.

While I’d made promises to my boss, I couldn’t bear to answer his call.

The phone ceased ringing once more. Whatever the problem was, it could wait until after I brought my wife to orgasm — couldn’t it? I imagined saying that to my boss: I can’t come to the phone because my wife is coming! I didn’t think that would go over too well.

I slid the last section of the dildo into Cheryl’s pussy. The sigh she emitted seemed to come from the depths of her being. She was completely filled by the synthetic cock, and the tricks I was doing with my fingers were definitely having an effect on her.

A happy little chime alerted me to the fact that I’d received a new text.

“Don’t you dare,” she whimpered. I could feel the little tremors in the muscles of her inner thighs. Her entire body was poised on the brink, and the way she dug her nails into my arm let me know she was serious about what she’d said. “Don’t,” she repeated. “Don’t answer, Billy — and don’t stop. Please, don’t…”

Her armful of bracelets jangled as her body bucked.

I rocked the dildo in and out, knowing the exact rhythm Cheryl needed to climax. The fact that a sex toy was taking her to a higher level is nothing new. We’ve played with all types of dildos and vibrators; I’ve used many devices on her over the years. When Cheryl told me she wanted a ring for her birthday, I knew she meant a cockring. When she went out one day to buy a plug, I was sure she meant the butt variety and not the electrical type — and I was right. Cheryl relaxed her grip on my arm and settled herself into the down-filled comforter once more, floating in that near-nirvana haze of almost coming.

That’s when the landline started to ring in my home office.

“Fuck,” I muttered, guessing that my boss had decided to try a different route.

“You deserve a night off, like everyone else.” I knew she was speaking with my best interest at heart, but also because she really, really wanted to come.

“I have to…” I told her, letting go of the toy. I’d been on and off the phone ever since I’d arrived home that night. I had thought we’d reached a safe spot — that we could be done until dawn — but my boss apparently had discovered a few more things that needed my attention. I hurried to my desk and grabbed the receiver.

“Oh, whew, William! I thought maybe you’d gone to bed,” he said, sounding frazzled yet grateful.

“I nudged the dial upward. The moans from our bedroom grew steadily.”

I had gone to bed. He was right. I hadn’t gone to sleep, though. I could hear the sound of Cheryl thrashing on the mattress. She was clearly not pleased with my decision. After listening to the panic in my boss’s voice, I unraveled the issue. Luckily, I was only going to have to make a few minor adjustments to the file he’d sent. The revisions would take less than a half hour. I hung up and returned to the bedroom to give Cheryl the news.

She sat up in bed and pouted. Her beautiful breasts were so delectable I almost scrapped my plan and dove  back under the covers with her. But this was important.

“Seriously,” I assured her. “Thirty minutes. Tops.”

The dildo was next to her on the cherry-printed comforter, glossy from the base to the tip. She was lying right next to it, thighs splayed, obviously waiting for me to finish the job I’d started. “Can’t you just…”

“Thirty minutes,” I said. “You can wait a half hour to come, can’t you? You waited all week.”

“I know. All week. Because Friday’s our day!”

“This won’t be a constant thing,” I assured her. “You understand, don’t you?”

She shook her head. Her curls bobbed around her pretty face. Even petulant, she was beautiful.

“The deprivation will increase your pleasure,” I said, attempting to use a seductive voice.

“I hate deprivation.”

She wasn’t buying it.

“Read a dirty book,” I tried next. “It’ll get you even more turned on.”

She threw a pillow at me, but gave me half a smile and reached for the book on her nightstand. I left to do my work. The sooner I got to it, the sooner I’d be back in the bed. That’s when I heard the clink of her silver bracelets. Cheryl always wears an armful of bangles from her wrist almost to her elbow. The musical sound could only mean one thing. She had taken over from where I’d left off!

“Cheryl!” I called out.

I tried to return to my work. Then her bracelets started to make noise again.

“You aren’t…are you?” I hollered down the hall.

There was a moan followed by silence.

“Sorry!” she finally responded a moment later, sounding sheepish.

“Sorry?” I muttered to myself. “Sorry” didn’t fully cover the fact that she’d obviously just climaxed in the other room all by herself. It wasn’t as if that had happened accidentally. Oops! I just came. Sorry about that. Hope you don’t mind. She’d come on purpose and with a purpose.

That’s when I decided to break out my surprise gift. I saved the file I was working on and returned to the bedroom. Cheryl watched me from the bed. Her cheeks were pink with what I assumed was a mix of satisfaction and embarrassment. I went to my dresser and pulled out a package. Cheryl reached for the gift with sticky fingers.

“You got me a present?”

“Yes, I did. A special something for my special girl.”

I watched her unwrap the box, and my cock grew hard when she pulled out the item. It was a remote-controlled vibrator attached to a pair of panties. Cheryl looked from the gift to me to the gift again.

“When I told my boss I’d be working remotely this weekend,” I said, “that gave me the idea. I planned to show it to you tomorrow.”

Cheryl put the black panties on in record speed. “How does it work?” she asked curiously, posing to admire her reflection in the mirror over our bed.

“You get to be in here,” I explained to her, “doing whatever it is you do when I’m not here.” She gave me a look. We both knew what she had been doing. “Then, when I want to, I’ll be able to dial in to your pleasure.”

“She cried out, and I wondered how long it would take for her to come.”

She seemed a little skeptical, so I gave her a quick taste. Cheryl lay back on the bed, and I flicked the switch in my hand to the “on” position. Her lips parted into an “O” of surprise. Then she began to breathe harder. I’d bought a powerful vibrator, knowing exactly the type of pleasure my lady appreciates. As soon as it looked like she was going to come, I turned off the device. She regained her sense of decorum fairly slowly. Clearly, the new toy had made its mark. Besides that, she was all loose-limbed and languid from her first orgasm of the evening.

“I have to go back to work now.”

This time, there were no protesting sighs. If anything, she seemed happy to see me go. I knew she was curious about what would happen next. I left the room with the remote in the pocket of my sweatshirt. My mind told me to finish up the assignment. But I found concentrating difficult. My dick was at full mast, tenting my sweatpants. I thought of Cheryl in the other room. Was she playing with herself again? It wouldn’t seem so, because I heard no sound of her bouncing bangles. I took the remote out of my pocket. Should I give her a blast? Was it too soon? My cock said it wasn’t too soon at all. My cock told me to switch the button to “on.”

I switched.

From the other room, Cheryl cried out my name. I loved the way that sounded. I was pleasuring her without even being near her. The wonders of modern technology! Earlier in the evening, I’d been cursing the fact that modern devices had allowed my boss to text me while I was embroiled in foreplay, but now I praised the tech gods who’d created such a magical plaything.

The remote was deceptively small. Yet I could tell the toy packed a wallop. Cheryl’s groans grew in volume, escalating with each passing second. I shut my eyes, and thought of what she must look like. The chime of my phone brought me around again. Damn. I texted my boss that I was almost finished, and I let Cheryl enjoy the feeling for a few seconds more before turning the device off again. I resumed the edits on the piece from my boss. The sooner I focused my mind on my work, the quicker I could get my dick into Cheryl.

I put the remote by the computer.

I scrolled up to the top of the report to do one final read. I’d scanned two paragraphs when I realized I wasn’t soaking in any of the words. My eyes were running the length of the sentences on the screen, but I was really thinking about the remote control. What would happen if Cheryl wore those panties and we went out for the evening? We could go to a busy neighborhood pub, where the sound of the toy would be hidden by the cacophony of the crowd. Maybe I could take her out when a band was playing, have her dance for me and then turn on the device while she was on the floor… I was already imagining making Cheryl come in public, when my phone chimed once more with a new text.

It took a lot of willpower not to shove the phone into the drawer and head back to Cheryl. Instead, I answered the text and then picked up the remote once more. Would it hurt if I gave her another quick taste of the toy? Of course, not. I flipped the switch. Moans came from our bedroom, even louder this time. I started to play with the knob on the device that was in charge of its intensity. I’d had the toy set to the lowest possible level. Now I nudged the dial upward. The moans from our bedroom grew steadily in volume. If we weren’t careful, the neighbors would start complaining.

I turned off the remote. Billy, I told myself. Get a handle on yourself. Finish your work, and then fuck your wife.

But I couldn’t. I began to fall into a pattern. I’d read two or three sentences, then hit Cheryl with a blast. I even started to work her with a rhythm. I’d turn on the remote, then run the dial up and down a few times before switching off the toy once more. The most exciting part to me was the fact that we truly were connected even though we were physically apart. She was down the hall in the bedroom. I was in my office. Yet the powerful device bonded the two of us together.

Read, Billy. Read. The voice in my head was such a stern taskmaster that I managed to make it through half of the report before remotely masturbating her once more. Cheryl’s cries began to be punctuated by demands: “Come fuck me, Billy! I’m almost there, Billy!”

Somehow, I managed to finish with the report, making the annotated changes my boss desired, and returned the file to him. I sent a final text saying I was calling it quits for a few hours. Then I settled back in my chair to really pay attention to my wife’s pleasure.

Cheryl was waiting for me. I knew that. There was total silence from our bedroom. I pictured her holding herself entirely still, anticipating the next blast of bliss. I turned on the device and spun the knob. Cheryl’s moans made their way to my office once more. I amped up the power even more. She cried out again, and I wondered how long it would take for her to come. Then I decided I needed to see her pleasure in person.

Still holding the remote, I walked down the hall to our bedroom. Cheryl was spread out on the mattress with the panties in place. She was moving as if being fucked by an invisible lover. Her cheeks were bright pink, and her whole body seemed to be in motion. Those lovely soft curls of hers were dancing around her head on the pillow, spiraling this way and that. When she saw me standing there, she beckoned me forward.

“We were both lost in the beauty of the powerful motorized rumblings.”

“This is intense,” she told me. “The most powerful thing I’ve ever felt… other than you.”

Her words gave me a new idea.

I stripped off my clothes and climbed on to the mattress with her. Then I positioned her on her hands and knees on the bed, facing away from me. I pulled the panties slightly to the side so I’d be able to slip my cock into her dripping snatch and she’d still feel the motorized portion of the underpants rubbing against her clit. Finally, I did something totally unexpected: I handed her the remote.

Cheryl seemed to get what I wanted without me having to explain. As I held her hips and slid balls-deep into her, she worked the dial on the device. She was so well lubed at this point, I could have begun banging her at top speed, but I wanted to make the moment last.

As I fucked her, I could feel the rumbling of the vibe against my dick! The toy was turning us both on simultaneously. I now understood why Cheryl had been making such happy noises. There was a mesmerizing quality to the nonstop vibrations — and then she turned up the intensity. Oh, wow! I almost lost my load right then. I was breathless, suddenly understanding why Cheryl likes vibrators so damn much. A current of carnal electricity seemed to be running through me from my head to my cock and back again in a viciously sexy circuit.

The fact that I was fucking Cheryl the whole time only enhanced the event.

I worked her harder. She turned the vibe to high. We were both lost in the beauty of the powerful motorized rumblings. I’d never thought to use  one of Cheryl’s playthings on myself. I had always been satisfied to use the toys on her. Man, had I missed out! She  was babbling to me about how good I felt. How good the toy was.  And I had to agree.

I couldn’t believe this small device was able to take the two of us to such great heights. Then suddenly — without any warning — she was coming, coming harder than she had earlier, harder than I could ever remember. I credited a combination of my own sexual prowess and our new device for the power behind her orgasm. She truly seemed transported, and I followed a beat after, feeling her pussy contracting on me as that vibrator rumbled indecently, taking me to my own climax.

My cock shot off inside her, filling her up. I knew my seed would seep slowly out of her snatch and dampen her panties. That thought gave me a warm glow. Cheryl shut down the toy. Breathing hard, I pulled out of her silky channel. She rolled over and looked up at me. The two of us were shocked into silence for a moment. Then Cheryl sighed, clearly satisfied, and purred, “What a ride. I didn’t know if I was coming or going.”

“Coming,” I told her. “Definitely 100 percent coming.”

Cheryl grinned at me and cooed, “You know, Billy, I promise never to complain again if you work remotely!”

I couldn’t wait to tell her my next idea. That I’d be taking her out while she wore the new panties. I’d be working remotely, for sure — but next time only pleasure would be on my agenda.

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