These are the continuing fantasy adventures of my cyber wife Robyn and what she gets up to when I am away in business. Robyn is a 30s something gorgeous blonde and very busty babe.

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Toy Story (A tale or individual needs)

I was away on business in London for nine days. I was due to return and then Robyn and I were due to fly to Tunisia on holiday. She had been missing me and our regular sexual activities badly. Robyn is a very curvy blonde with 38DD breasts and an insatiable appetite for sex.

Robyn really was at a loss without me but decided to just try to concentrate on her work as a secretary. And the first few days she didn’t really think about it much but by the forth morning her body was starting to feel the familiar signs of sexual neglect. She awoke, alone in the bed feeling horny and frustrated and really didn’t think she would be able to face the day but knew she had to go to work so she would need to. Trying to push the sexual longing to the back of her mind she showered and dressed but as she sat on the bus on her way to work she knew in her mind that it would be a struggle to keep those horny thoughts at bay all day. In her strapless cream lace bra and panties, black stockings and heels she was wearing a green skirt, cream blouse and jacket.

And as she might have expected at work she seemed so distracted with pent up sexual frustration that she couldn’t seem to keep her mind on the simplest of tasks. She quickly realised that she would need to take care of herself and this was been even more apparent when her mobile phoned bleeped indicating a text message. She looked at it and read my message:

I miss you and your body, I want to taste you, to lick you to suck you and to fuck you……………………be a good girl while I’m away and see you in a few days. P

Robyn’s pussy started to moisten at my words and she knew that being a ‘good girl’ meant not have any other men while I was away but it didn’t mean she could not touch herself. At least that was how she justified it to herself and immediately her thoughts went from work to her favourite toys from the toy box under our bed. Watching the clock at work slowly ticking towards 5 pm, she passed the time thinking about all the naughty little toys she had, trying to decide which ones she would use to pleasure herself with first. Her pussy was wet just thinking about the various playthings she would have at her disposal and be totally free to use in my absence. But today was dragging and the clock was showing 1230!

My wife she couldn’t take it anymore. Slipping away to the ladies loo she decided she would have to give herself some stimulation to hold her over until she could get home to the safety of our house when she could get down to some serious playing. She had never masturbated at work before but desperate times now called for desperate measures. Locking herself into a stall, she gently eased her skirt down and sat on the toilet pan with her legs slightly parted. Sliding her panties to one side her clit was already semi swollen and she knew it wouldn’t take long before she had it fully engorged. Robyn had been masterbating from an early age and therefore had had years of practice and whilst she really wanted to take her time and get off slowly she knew she couldn’t afford the leisure of time at work. Instead she would have to settle for some fast and furious clit fingering instead!

Sliding a finger into her wet mouth she moved it down between her legs and quickly manipulated her clit with the finger, concentrating on trying to bring herself off as quickly as possible. As she applied the necessary rotation and pressure she could feel her nipples hardening, peeking out through the bra and blouse, clearly looking for some attention as well. Pulling her blouse open she released the clip on the front and her big beautiful natural 38D’s fell from their confining cups.

Pinching one hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then the other she began to twist and tug as she frantically played with her sopping pussy. Fingering her clit faster and faster her only desire to cum quickly and get it over with. Tugging harder on her nipples and rubbing her clit faster she began to feel the familiar tingling sensation in her pussy start to intensify encouraging her to work even harder until her pussy was on fire. She could feel her orgasm getting ready to break and was concentrating on nothing but the sensation of flicking her clit back and forth and the release that was about to wash over her. Finally the sensation reached its peak and then broke as her body trembled leaving her clit extremely sensitive and throbbing as she stifled a low moan. Finally regaining her breath and with the urges under control, for the time being at least, she gave myself a few moments to calm down before returning to her desk to carry on with her work.

The rest of the day went by a little slower than she would have liked but it finally came to an end and it was time to get home for some serious solo sex in the absence of me, her husband. She literally flew out the door and walked faster than she had ever done to the bus stop, which only got her there too early for the bus, leaving her with more time to wait. She was thinking about me all alone in London, and fantasizing about what I was going to be missing out on tonight. The bus ride was long and bumpy which was not the ideal situation for a horny girl in severe need. Every bump sent shockwaves through her pussy and it started to throb again as she thought about what she would like to do during the night to come.

Arriving at the house she fumbled at the door with her keys and on the third attempt was able to unlock the door. She quickly slipped inside and locked it quickly behind herself, finally relaxing and letting her feeling of excitement and pent up frustration come to the fore. She kicked off her shoes and hit the random button on the CD player. She pulled the curtain partially closed and dimmed the lights in the house before retiring to our bedroom, a glass of wine in her hand.

Flicking on the laptop she logged into a chat room as her usual ‘Busty Blonde UK’. Almost immediately boxes started to flash up on the screen as a selection of visitors to the room attempted to get her attention with such classic lines as;
‘Where in the UK?’
‘Want me to help you undress?’
‘How gig are your tits?’
‘You like black meat?’
Smiling she ignored them all.