Quarantine Treats

As my wife has previously mentioned, we are both doctors. With the current events, we have been quite busy, so I’ve decided to take charge of the storytelling. Grandma is keeping our kids at home—she takes care of the babysitting while my wife and I work our arses off. We’ve decided to stay apart when we are home, not just from them, but from each other, too—purely my wife’s decision. Although I do not have a higher risk of exposure to the virus than she does, she is extraordinarily illness-prone and convinced me to agree with her. She can be rather bossy with some things.

Now I have a separate room from her; mine is in the attic, and hers is in the basement. Our sole help comes in the gift of video calls. One night we were both horny. After saying goodbye to our kids through video, she stayed on with her mom. I got very horny at just seeing her cleavage. After half an hour, the call ended.

“Was it intentional?” I asked.

She bent deeper, showing more of her cleavage as I spoke. “I don’t know what you are talking about,” she said, trying to act innocent.

“Oh, baby!” I said.

“Okay, maybe I have some dirty intentions. What are you going to do about that? It has been two months, and a wife is allowed to fantasize about going to bed with her husband,” she said, taking her top completely off. Stupid dim lights! I could only make out the silhouette of her small breasts with two pebbles sticking out.

“I can’t see you properly,” she complained.

“But we can hear each other. Right now, my hands are moving south,” I said, my voice a groan. I knew it turned Hope on to hear the need in my voice.

“Mine too. One’s on my bush, and the other is tweaking my left nipple,” she said, playing with herself. We switched to audio-only. I narrated what I did to myself and fantasized about her alongside me.

“My cock’s growing. It’s at full length now, and I’m pumping it.” My actions followed along with the description.

“Stop! Don’t. Stroke it gently,” she ordered.

“I’m stroking it gently,” I said, groaning because I wanted to move faster, but she didn’t allow.

“My hands are circling my clit and pinching my right nipple. I’m moving my right hand’s middle finger into my vagina and… ah!” She exclaimed.

“Oh, god!” I said, stroking myself faster, which I guess she could hear.

“You should do it slower, Mr. Saltzman,” she said.

“Okay, Mrs. Saltzman,” I said in a husky voice. (If you remember, she told me a while back that she preferred I call her Mrs. Saltzman to Dr. Saltzman when we were alone.)

“Oh, my, my…” she said, moving faster. I knew she was close to orgasm.

“May I go faster? Please?” I begged as I heard her moan and whimper.

“Yes! Yes, Tyler! Go faster. Go as quickly as you will when I’m there next to you and you’re going to cum inside me!” she ordered. She was getting close, and I responded by getting on as fast as I could.

“I am going to cum!” I yelled softly because the room wasn’t very soundproof.

“So…. am… I!” She was on the verge. Within seconds of saying so, I ejaculated, and I heard her slow her hands down.

“Did you cum?” I asked.

“Mmm-hmm. That was a lot of fun,” she said.

“After two months? Definitely.” I replied.

“We have to do it more often. I have a bypass tomorrow at nine, but after that, I will be free. I’ll be home by eleven if there isn’t an emergency. Would you like me to install a light down here and up there?” she asked.

“I definitely would. But, you and I are supposed to stay away.” I wondered what she had planned.

“I bought a few lamps two weeks ago, Tyler. I will ask my mom to get it to your level while you are out.”

“I am exhausted, but I can’t wait for it to be eleven tomorrow night for another call, I regret having to go, but I have an aneurysm to clip at five in the morning,” I said.

“Goodnight, baby,” she whispered.

“Goodnight, Hope,” I whispered back and fell asleep, hugging a lone pillow.