Flight Delays Can Be Fun...

Some of you have been there before, excited to head home after a long business day, only to find the flight that'll get you home is delayed. Now, some would take this as a negative, a true WTF moment.

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Last night we took this as a moment to play, quite literally. After texting him that my flight was delayed and that I'd be getting in much too late to keep our date, he sent me a sad face emoji.

For some, Date Night is a night out for dinner or entertainment. For us, it's exactly what you'd expect. We make time one night a week for sex of any kind. Now, please don't think we have sex but once a week or that our sex lives are scheduled. We've each met our sexual match in terms of frequency and appetite for sex. After having kids, it's somehow intensified. Date Night is scheduled so we can prepare ourselves, get the restraints prepared, shower in preparation of or lubricate in advance of something...a bit different than what our normal sex entails. It may include getting lingerie ready or using a sex machine. Date Night is something else for us.

After sending him the bad news, he sent me a reminder of sorts. As we're married, share a bed, and are always together, I sometimes forget that I have FeelConnect on my phone to connect with his toys. This was a quick trip, so I didn't take my Pearl with me, but usually when I do, we set time aside to play. My Pearl is a fantastic G Spot vibe that, through the app, links up with his Keon. When I fuck myself, his Keon reacts in kind.

As I said earlier, I didn't take my Pearl on this quick trip, and even if I had, I wasn't about to start masturbating in the area near my flight's gate. What I was able to do was find a nice, quiet spot near the gate where I could control his Keon. I could text with him, tell him to stroke his cock beforehand, tell him to lube up, and best of all, to slide his cock between the pussy lips of the toy he was using. Then, once I knew he was in, with my finger gliding on the screen of my phone, I controlled the pace of each stroke. Leaning back in his chair, his Keon attached to his desk, he moaned and squirmed as his orgasm, the one I gave him from miles away, washed over his body.

Once he came, he sent me a message of thanks and a picture of his load escaping the toy and onto his glistening cock. He then asked me one more thing. To head to the bathroom, pull down my pants, and touch my pussy, sending a picture of how wet I'd become.

I was more than happy to oblige. I hung my bag on the stall hook, lowered my pants and panties, and dove into myself. I was soaked, and as I pulled my fingers away, a bead of my juices extended from the tip of my fingers to my pussy lips. It was the perfect picture to send.

As I said earlier, some flight delays can be fun.