A few hours later, Dianne found herself on her sofa inside her apartment. Clothes askew, her blouse was unbuttoned little. She recalled before Elena and Pierre brought her to a car. Elena came with her, Elena brought her to a sofa. Unbuttoned her shirt and trousers. On a table nearby, a glass of water with a note, rest! Writing. She felt some complications under her trousers. She drank the water and changed into casual clothes. Her body calmed now but her thoughts were filled with Pierre and Elena, and the moment they made her laugh, smiles. She spotted a little darkened patch forming on her pants. Her face turned red. Hand rolling over her ring. It's just…a thought. She made up her mind. Looking at her watch it was nearly 6pm. She checked herself, setting the connection and when the time came, the tablet rang.
…
"Great colleagues, they are brilliant, dear," she said. "Elena … She was so kind to me. Help me on my first day", she recalled Elena's present during the morning.
"And her, boss, Pierre, he was so …" she paused for a moment, heartbeat normal.
"Honey?" her husband asked.
" He was thoughtful, he sent Elena to help me on my first day" she continued.
" Very nice." he noted, "Yeah, I must thank him tomorrow" she continued.
" Perhaps, I'll buy him calamari for lunch, I think he likes calamari …" Dianne paused, she saw her husband's face, strengthened up, a sense of irritation.
"Sorry, dear, I wanted to thank both of them for smoothing my start", Dianne's voice felt a little guilty.
"No worries, honey, I am happy you have got a nice environment, I wish I were there with you too" he said, his tone is almost normal, but a little tense.
"I miss you so much, dear," she added.
" me too," he replied. Silently cover the room. Her husband now focused, his eyes glanced over his wife over the camera, he then broke the silence with a low-voice.
"Honey, we've been apart—our little game?" her husband said. His voice boldly, low, but filled with strength as superior ordered subordinate. Dianne's eyes opened wide. Recalling her agreement with her husband before departing to this island. Her eyes drifted, speak lowly,
"I am tired, dear," she said dimly. She recalled the little tension when her husband listened to her talking about Pierre. She wanted to ease him, and told him that nothing special happened. She looked at her husband on the camera, his face looked disappointed, unease, displeasure. She wanted to please him.
"Just a little, dear," she said. Her husband's face was now filled with a smile, pleasure, after hearing her word. "Go on, honey", his words came out, like an allowance.
"But clothes on okay?" She emphasized their promises. Markus nodded.
She adjusted the camera's angle, seeing herself laidback on the sofa. On the screen, Markus, without embarrassment, had already prepared, his thing filled on the screen while his hand was ready. Dianne began to move her hand down slowly over her clothes, down to her shorts. She could hear her husband's breath quickening. She closed her eyes and moved gently. Her brain justified her action to please her husband, closing their gap. But her body does not respond as she wanted – no heat, no arousal, just hesitation –
"It is for Markus…" She kept reminding herself.
Dianne tried bringing many memories of her time with her husband when they were together. His gentleness, his kindness, everything she could remember to excite her gestures. They were no use as her body felt nothing. While one hand was circling underneath her pants, she tried using the other hand recalling Markus's touch by roaming over her body.
Suddenly, when she gripped her arms, a strange feeling and sensation sent through her nerves reaching her brain. It stimulated a single recent memory of this past afternoon, when her arms were held by Pierre. Her muscles still remembered his gentle but steady grips, which prevented her from falling down. Her body suddenly responded as her heart beat faster and her breath was much quicker than earlier.
"Uhmmm.." she let out her moan when recalling the moment when she was being held by Pierre. She felt her skin flaring up.
"Ahmm…" x 2
Her circling hand motion was lubricated and became quicker. She gripped herself a little more tighter, mimicking Pierre's pressure earlier. Her muscle memory was fresh, that the right pressure had brought up Pierre's face and her admiration for him during this past afternoon, filled it in her mind.
"Pierre…" Dianne moaned out instinctively, while one of her fingers started to insert herself. It was that moment when a voice from Markus grounded her, interrupting her from an ecstasy,
"Di… I'm cumming…" a low but loud moan from Markus that pinned Dianne.
Dianne opened her eyes quickly, Pierre's face and memories were wiped out. She stopped her motion, followed by a pleasing voice from the screen. Dianne looked into the screen, and saw Markus's load on the screen. "Your movement earlier… was impressive" Markus's compliment to Dianne's previous unintentional action. "Guess, you are missing me badly" Markus smirked. Dianne could not tell Markus the truth behind her stimulating action.
"You did cum, right?" Markus asked. Dianne gave him a nod. She saw Markus had a big smile, "Yeah, you should, I clearly see you are soaking" Markus continued,
"We should do it more frequent," This time no reply from Dianne,
"Alright, you must be very tired, goodnight Di." The screen went blank as Markus' face disappeared from the screen.
Dianne recalled her focus, looking at her shameless posture – legs spread wearing soaking wet pants with her hand underneath, while another hand gripped arm. Her breath and heart rate gradually went back to normal. But she has not been satisfied yet. Dianne sat up, adjusting herself
"Did you cum?" Markus' earlier voice echoed inside her brain. She had lied to her husband, as she wanted to stop this activity as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry Markus, I'm sorry…" Dianne cried, as she felt guilty over her past shameless action and her lies.