This is going to be a long read, but it is a 100% true, so I couldn't get myself to cut anything out. If you make to the end, I hope you enjoyed it, and thanks for reading 
"I've just ordered it, we've got a date Friday then?" I sent to Sugar Dick one late Tuesday night.
After days of very carefully edging my husband towards the idea of buying a new vibrator and subtly suggesting the We-Vibe Sync 2, because "it's got really great reviews from couples!", I got the first part of a fantasy I've been hoping to live out checked off my list. That the vibrator just happened to also have an app for long-distance control by a partner, which was, according to my sexting partner, one of the less shitty apps for remote controlled sex toys, was convenienly left out of the conversation with my husband.
The next part was getting Sugar Dick to be on board, but let's be honest, that was never really going to be an issue. We've been toying (pun intensed) with the idea of him controlling my pussy more literally than just ordering me how to touch myself. That man had turned me from an innocent(ish) wife, who only let her suppressed exhibitionistic slut-self out when she occasionally succumbed to her desires by showing off her tits in chatrooms and seeing men cum at the sight, into a near nymphomaniac, who was now spending her morning scouting the perfect place for a "date" with a virtual stranger.
The next couple of days went by excruciatingly slowly, we were practically counting the minutes. We had had video sessions before, of course, where we would cum to the sight of each other, but they had always had the major drawback of being at home, meaning we had to be quiet, in order to not alert our spouses. Our special date was different, I would be in my car, parked in the middle of nowhere, and he would be at his hopefully empty office; miles out of earshot of both my husband and his wife.
However, there was a bump in the road. Although my package had shipped the next day, it seemed to be stuck at some sorting station.. as Thursday dragged on, the track and trace link did not update, and the dream of a remote controlled orgasm seemed to be fading with every unsuccessful refresh of the page. After a couple of confusing texts, we realised neither of us were about to bail on the plan just because the shipping was delayed. The prospect of a session without a looming threat of being overheard was too good to pass up; the plan would go on nonetheless.
We spent Thursday evening picking out my outfit, Sugar Dick wanted his cum queen to look appropriately slutty, so I pulled out a tiny little black dress, that barely covered my ass and a pair of glittery stilettos.
As we both had to go to work before the festivities began, I couldn't wear my skimpy outfit all day, but I still wore a dress that was easy to take revealing pictures in during the day. To pass away the hours, we naturally texted all day. When I snuck off to the bathroom and sent a video of the thong under my slightly more work-appropriate dress, he graciously reciprocated with a picture of his cock visibly hard through his work shorts.
Just before lunch, I removed two of my hairpins that were holding absolutely no hairs in place anyway, and placed them gently around my nipples, a feeling that gets me wet every time. As I sat at lunch, amicably discussing weekend plans with my coworkers and secretly enjoying the feeling of my clamped nipples under my bra, I kept taking glimpses at my phone, eagerly waiting for the picture I knew Sugar Dick would have sent back in response to the video of me placing the makeshift nipple clamps on my tits and my soft moans as I felt it tightening around the tender tips.
As always, he didn't disappoint. When I got back from lunch, there it was: his hard dick could no longer be contained in his shorts, and was out, clearly rock hard and waiting impatiently for the next hour to pass. I'm not sure if any of us got any work done that afternoon, good thing we're both pretty appreciated at our jobs, because our productivity has fallen markedly since starting our little flirt, mine has at least.
Finally, it was 2 o'clock, the time I had asked to get off work due to "a family appointment". My heart was raising, my tits bouncing as I almost ran to my car. Just as I got in, I texted Sugar Dick to let him know I was headed out, and that's when I saw what seemed like divine intervention: "Your package has arrived and is ready for pickup"
.
I obviously had to let Sugar Dick now.
"... so is this a sign?"
"Hell yeah, please I wanna see that, cum Queen!!"
So after a short pit stop to get my package, I was on my way to my designated spot, way out behind an abandoned barn, while Sugar Dick was trying to find a suitable spot in his office. Although everyone had left for the weekend already, the cleaner was inconveniently doing their job, just as he was about to do his job of controlling my pleasure.
I parked my car and started to change into my slutty alter ego, turning on the camera as I buckled the 3 inch heels, giving him a view up my dress and a peek of the thong that was already soaking and would surely come off anyway in only a few minutes.
Now I had the less sexy task of trying to open the package in a way that allowed it to be repackaged again, if my husband decided we should open it together when I brought it home .. I seemed to manage it, even though my hands were shaking with excitement. And there it was, the little We-Vibe dual vibrator, that would stimulate both the clitoris and my g-spot at once (or so the ads claimed) with just a touch of a button, or in this case an app, controlled by a man who had lead me to discover desires I never knew I had. It would soon be tested if the claims, and my fantasy, would come true.
As technology is the bane of our existence, of course there had to be issues with the app. We had planned for an hour of play time, but with the added delay of package retrieval, being hounded by a diligent cleaning lady, and now connectivity issues, our precious minutes were dwindling fast. However, we're both sufficiently tech savvy, insistent and most importantly horny enough to sit through enough cache clearings and reinstalls to finally get it to connect.
And connect we did, let me tell you! From the first vibrations that was controlled by Sugar Dick, I knew this would not be our last time playing like this. I'm not sure if it was the vibrations themselves, the thought of knowing who was directing them, or the in-app video chat that allowed me to see how hard the scenario was making my favourite dick, but it was working on me extremely well. My pulse racing, my breath quickening and my moans growing louder with every pulsating sensation, I soon let the first orgasm roll over me.
As my pussy was tightening with spasms of pleasure, the We-Vibe was pushed out, but I quickly grabbed it and put it back in place; I was nowhere near done playing and neither was Sugar Dick.
"Do you think you can make me come louder?" I asked him, already sure of his answer. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes later that he did just that. He turned up the intensity of the vibrations and I couldn't help pushing the vibrator hard onto my pussy with one hand and grabbing one of my large soft breasts with the other, twisting my nipple and pulling it when the second orgasm hit my body with an intensity I couldn't believe. With my stilettos placed firmly on the dashboard, I let my body enjoy the sensation and released all control of it. The heel digging into the vinyl, my head pressing back into the headrest, my pelvis lifted my body up off the seat, while I screamed out my pleasure for all the world to hear.
Good thing I had chosen my spot as remotely as I had, a couple of birds might have been startled by my cries of ecstasy, but other than that, the only one to hear me was the man responsible.
I could tell he could no longer contain his own desires anymore, and he had to succumb to the urge of stroking that big hard cock of his with all his focus. I pulled out the vibrator and found the big pink dildo I had packed, believing the We-Vibe wouldn't arrive in time, and started fucking myself, mirroring his rhythm through the video chat. As we both went harder and faster, deeper and stronger, our bodies synchronised in pleasure, I faintly heard a primal deep moan over my own louder final sigh of orgasmic ecstacy. I just managed to force my eyes back open to see his rock hard cock shoot out a load of cum I only wish I was there to feel it over my body, smearing it all over my tits, hopefully even catching a bit with my tongue for that sweet salty taste (although with the velocity it was coming with, it might have left bruises hitting my body).
When my pulse was getting further from fatal and I gained control of my body, I noticed that we were well over our alloted hour, and I was in fact quite late. With sweat still dripping down my heaving breasts, I thanked Sugar Dick for the pleasure of his virtual company during this session, and we both agreed this was only the first of many.
I opened the car door and placed my feet on either side and revelled in the feeling of the soft breeze on my soaking wet pussy, and couldn't help giving my swollen clit one final massage, mentally picturing Sugar Dick casually walking past the barn in the distance and enjoying the show.
5 minutes later, with my work-appropriate dress back on and a hastily re-sealed package on the passenger seat, I was driving down a dusty country lane and sang softly along to the new Oliva Rodrigo song that had seemed to haunt me since starting my little secret online fling.
One night I was bored in bed
And stalked you on the internet
It's feminine intuition
'Cuz I always had a vision of us standing like this
"I've just ordered it, we've got a date Friday then?" I sent to Sugar Dick one late Tuesday night.
After days of very carefully edging my husband towards the idea of buying a new vibrator and subtly suggesting the We-Vibe Sync 2, because "it's got really great reviews from couples!", I got the first part of a fantasy I've been hoping to live out checked off my list. That the vibrator just happened to also have an app for long-distance control by a partner, which was, according to my sexting partner, one of the less shitty apps for remote controlled sex toys, was convenienly left out of the conversation with my husband.
The next part was getting Sugar Dick to be on board, but let's be honest, that was never really going to be an issue. We've been toying (pun intensed) with the idea of him controlling my pussy more literally than just ordering me how to touch myself. That man had turned me from an innocent(ish) wife, who only let her suppressed exhibitionistic slut-self out when she occasionally succumbed to her desires by showing off her tits in chatrooms and seeing men cum at the sight, into a near nymphomaniac, who was now spending her morning scouting the perfect place for a "date" with a virtual stranger.
The next couple of days went by excruciatingly slowly, we were practically counting the minutes. We had had video sessions before, of course, where we would cum to the sight of each other, but they had always had the major drawback of being at home, meaning we had to be quiet, in order to not alert our spouses. Our special date was different, I would be in my car, parked in the middle of nowhere, and he would be at his hopefully empty office; miles out of earshot of both my husband and his wife.
However, there was a bump in the road. Although my package had shipped the next day, it seemed to be stuck at some sorting station.. as Thursday dragged on, the track and trace link did not update, and the dream of a remote controlled orgasm seemed to be fading with every unsuccessful refresh of the page. After a couple of confusing texts, we realised neither of us were about to bail on the plan just because the shipping was delayed. The prospect of a session without a looming threat of being overheard was too good to pass up; the plan would go on nonetheless.
We spent Thursday evening picking out my outfit, Sugar Dick wanted his cum queen to look appropriately slutty, so I pulled out a tiny little black dress, that barely covered my ass and a pair of glittery stilettos.
As we both had to go to work before the festivities began, I couldn't wear my skimpy outfit all day, but I still wore a dress that was easy to take revealing pictures in during the day. To pass away the hours, we naturally texted all day. When I snuck off to the bathroom and sent a video of the thong under my slightly more work-appropriate dress, he graciously reciprocated with a picture of his cock visibly hard through his work shorts.
Just before lunch, I removed two of my hairpins that were holding absolutely no hairs in place anyway, and placed them gently around my nipples, a feeling that gets me wet every time. As I sat at lunch, amicably discussing weekend plans with my coworkers and secretly enjoying the feeling of my clamped nipples under my bra, I kept taking glimpses at my phone, eagerly waiting for the picture I knew Sugar Dick would have sent back in response to the video of me placing the makeshift nipple clamps on my tits and my soft moans as I felt it tightening around the tender tips.
As always, he didn't disappoint. When I got back from lunch, there it was: his hard dick could no longer be contained in his shorts, and was out, clearly rock hard and waiting impatiently for the next hour to pass. I'm not sure if any of us got any work done that afternoon, good thing we're both pretty appreciated at our jobs, because our productivity has fallen markedly since starting our little flirt, mine has at least.
Finally, it was 2 o'clock, the time I had asked to get off work due to "a family appointment". My heart was raising, my tits bouncing as I almost ran to my car. Just as I got in, I texted Sugar Dick to let him know I was headed out, and that's when I saw what seemed like divine intervention: "Your package has arrived and is ready for pickup"
.I obviously had to let Sugar Dick now.
"... so is this a sign?"
"Hell yeah, please I wanna see that, cum Queen!!"
So after a short pit stop to get my package, I was on my way to my designated spot, way out behind an abandoned barn, while Sugar Dick was trying to find a suitable spot in his office. Although everyone had left for the weekend already, the cleaner was inconveniently doing their job, just as he was about to do his job of controlling my pleasure.
I parked my car and started to change into my slutty alter ego, turning on the camera as I buckled the 3 inch heels, giving him a view up my dress and a peek of the thong that was already soaking and would surely come off anyway in only a few minutes.
Now I had the less sexy task of trying to open the package in a way that allowed it to be repackaged again, if my husband decided we should open it together when I brought it home .. I seemed to manage it, even though my hands were shaking with excitement. And there it was, the little We-Vibe dual vibrator, that would stimulate both the clitoris and my g-spot at once (or so the ads claimed) with just a touch of a button, or in this case an app, controlled by a man who had lead me to discover desires I never knew I had. It would soon be tested if the claims, and my fantasy, would come true.
As technology is the bane of our existence, of course there had to be issues with the app. We had planned for an hour of play time, but with the added delay of package retrieval, being hounded by a diligent cleaning lady, and now connectivity issues, our precious minutes were dwindling fast. However, we're both sufficiently tech savvy, insistent and most importantly horny enough to sit through enough cache clearings and reinstalls to finally get it to connect.
And connect we did, let me tell you! From the first vibrations that was controlled by Sugar Dick, I knew this would not be our last time playing like this. I'm not sure if it was the vibrations themselves, the thought of knowing who was directing them, or the in-app video chat that allowed me to see how hard the scenario was making my favourite dick, but it was working on me extremely well. My pulse racing, my breath quickening and my moans growing louder with every pulsating sensation, I soon let the first orgasm roll over me.
As my pussy was tightening with spasms of pleasure, the We-Vibe was pushed out, but I quickly grabbed it and put it back in place; I was nowhere near done playing and neither was Sugar Dick.
"Do you think you can make me come louder?" I asked him, already sure of his answer. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes later that he did just that. He turned up the intensity of the vibrations and I couldn't help pushing the vibrator hard onto my pussy with one hand and grabbing one of my large soft breasts with the other, twisting my nipple and pulling it when the second orgasm hit my body with an intensity I couldn't believe. With my stilettos placed firmly on the dashboard, I let my body enjoy the sensation and released all control of it. The heel digging into the vinyl, my head pressing back into the headrest, my pelvis lifted my body up off the seat, while I screamed out my pleasure for all the world to hear.
Good thing I had chosen my spot as remotely as I had, a couple of birds might have been startled by my cries of ecstasy, but other than that, the only one to hear me was the man responsible.
I could tell he could no longer contain his own desires anymore, and he had to succumb to the urge of stroking that big hard cock of his with all his focus. I pulled out the vibrator and found the big pink dildo I had packed, believing the We-Vibe wouldn't arrive in time, and started fucking myself, mirroring his rhythm through the video chat. As we both went harder and faster, deeper and stronger, our bodies synchronised in pleasure, I faintly heard a primal deep moan over my own louder final sigh of orgasmic ecstacy. I just managed to force my eyes back open to see his rock hard cock shoot out a load of cum I only wish I was there to feel it over my body, smearing it all over my tits, hopefully even catching a bit with my tongue for that sweet salty taste (although with the velocity it was coming with, it might have left bruises hitting my body).
When my pulse was getting further from fatal and I gained control of my body, I noticed that we were well over our alloted hour, and I was in fact quite late. With sweat still dripping down my heaving breasts, I thanked Sugar Dick for the pleasure of his virtual company during this session, and we both agreed this was only the first of many.
I opened the car door and placed my feet on either side and revelled in the feeling of the soft breeze on my soaking wet pussy, and couldn't help giving my swollen clit one final massage, mentally picturing Sugar Dick casually walking past the barn in the distance and enjoying the show.
5 minutes later, with my work-appropriate dress back on and a hastily re-sealed package on the passenger seat, I was driving down a dusty country lane and sang softly along to the new Oliva Rodrigo song that had seemed to haunt me since starting my little secret online fling.
One night I was bored in bed
And stalked you on the internet
It's feminine intuition
'Cuz I always had a vision of us standing like this
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Reading about you making yourself cum like that with your new toy was perfect