Long Distance Masturbator

Hi y’all! I’m Taylor, and I am newly registered, but a long time reader of Marriage Heat I love getting on here and reading everyone’s amazing sex positive marriage (or single masturbation stories)! A bit about me, I am 31, married 5 years to a wonderful husband, mother of one and pregnant with #2. My husband works for a pharmaceutical company and it keeps him on the road a LOT. Needless to say, we spend a lot of time masturbating over the phone together or using Skype is some really devious and naughty ways.

For the first year of marriage I just used my hands. It had worked for me since I was pretty young, and in college I had experimented a bit with my hairbrush, my roommate’s electric tooth brush (please don’t judge, I know! Its so gross that I did that), and even a banana. Super cliche I know. But overall, my hands got the job done pretty darn well.

While we were dating my hubby gifted me a bullet vibe and a small dildo. Sometimes, when we were getting hot and heavy, we would stop our make out session, run home, call each other up, and have phone sex. Not the best strategy to keep from having sex, but it worked for us. The closest we came to premarital sex was him holding the bullet vibe against my panties under my skirt once. All in all, a pretty solid record. But I digress.

After we got married, I tossed those tools in the trash, thinking that I was done with masturbating. But about six months in, my husband got his current job, and was traveling three or four days a week. Which is waaaay too long for me to go. So we went back to phone sex.

From phone sex, we graduated to Skype sex, which was much more satisfying. I love watching him react to seeing me. And I love watching him stroke himself, knowing that I was the reason why, and that me, not some porno, was going to get him off and make his cum fly all over his gorgeous chest. I was NOT going to let my man feel like he needed some porn bimbo to get himself off.

I take pride in staying fit for him, and I always try to wear something sexy as often as I can. Thankfully he loves to see me in white cotton bikini briefs and a loose Target t-shirt. I have one that says “wife” and another that says “Namaste in bed.” They are thin and soft, and when I go bra-less, they drive him nuts. It’s awesome. Me and Target, we have a great deal worked out. I don’t have to wear uncomfortable sexy clothes very often, and I still get him raging hard.

Anyway, for V-Day since he was gone on the road, he bought me a sex toy to help with our skype-ventures. Two years ago, I bought him a fleshlight, the Stoya and Forbidden Stoya version, to be most like me. He loved it. The problem was that I can’t see his cock anymore which really bums me out. I am pretty visual for a gal, and I loved watching what I was doing to him. He got to watch me with my rabbit, but I didn’t get to watch him with his Stoya fleshlight.

So for Christmas, we decided to look into teledildonics. Basically, it is a really cool new technology where you link a male and female sex toy, and they give feedback to each other, so it is like being able to have virtual sex. Let me tell you. This changed everything. Seriously the best thing ever to have happen to married couples who have to live with routine separation.

We can even use it during the day when we are alone, and basically program a sex session that we can send each other. So, if and when I am feeling frisky during the day, and J is at work or on the road, I can play with my half of the toy, and then “send” him the sex I just had with myself, so he can feel each and every stroke and suck and thrust I gave my wet, pregnant pussy. It is amazing.

And when he is horny in another time zone and I am asleep or busy with our 2 year old, he can fuck that toy and let me feel it later. It almost makes up for me not being able to see him stroke his hard member. I do have a new rule though lately. When we are on skype he has to pull out to cum so I can see it.

Last Wednesday, I was in a really bad mood. My husband was in Charlotte, my two year old is two (you know exactly what I mean), and I am just exiting the first trimester, so I am emotional, bloaty, still throwing up sometimes, and my bras and favorite leggings don’t fit anymore. Add to that my sex drive, which is emerging from the last two and a half months like a bear from hibernation. Anything even faintly phallic soaks my panties and makes my nipples pop like the done button on a Thanksgiving turkey.

I am not kidding. Yesterday I was at Aldi trying to pick out cucumbers and turned into a slutty mess in the produce aisle. I am telling you, this pregnancy will be the death of me. Where was I?

Ah Wednesday. I was in a mood like only a pregnant woman can be. My two year old had just finally stopped fighting sleep and I was sitting in the kitchen exhausted, fuming for no particular reason, sweaty (because hormones), and bra-less. My “Wife” shirt was clinging to my sweaty body, stretched tight across my newly huge boobs, and my hair was plastered to my damp forehead. I was in a word, a mess. My phone buzzed, and J’s message just said: “figure you aren’t in the mood to talk much tonight, but I sent you a ‘special package’ to keep your loins occupied.” I was not about to pass up masturbating, so I grabbed my toy and dropped my panties. I walked bottomless to the couch, spread my legs as far as they could go, and used my phone to load up his “package.” Oh. My. Gosh. I haven’t cum like that in ages. After finishing his 10 minute “gift.” I texted him a thank you picture.

“Here is one for your butt now babe.” I don’t know how he managed to get hard again already, but I loaded up the next one and started up again. It was exactly what I needed. He knew how to make me cum, programmed a package for me, and didn’t even expect a skype session that night. It was exactly what I needed. I am telling you, teledildonics is amazing for the long distance marriage. Now I am going to have to go make one for J.

Love,

Taylor