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Andrea and Gabriel had recently celebrated their 30th wedding anniversary.

When they were first married, their sex life was an explosion оf vibrancy and colour. However, over time, the excitement had weaned into dull and beige. The 'I dо this, and you dо that' routine lacked the flare that the infancy оf their romance had started with.

They still loved each other very much and felt the love, fire, and desire, but life's mundane routine had taken over.

Gabriel wished they could return to a time when they would lay in each other's arms. Their bodies were a tangle of sweaty limbs, frantic kisses, passionate looks, and incredible sex.

Their work consumed so much of their time that they rarely spent time together. Gabriel had always travelled and knew Andrea had always spent a lot of time with her friends.

Gabriel's work had escalated, and he had realised that Andrea had got into a habit of going out two or three afternoons a week.

Andrea said there was no problem with their relationship. However, he was sure there was a need to put more effort into the relationship. This may become a make-or-break crossroads for them as a couple. Gabriel knew he needed to return and rekindle the flame before the fire went out.

Andrea was working in her office when there was a wrap at the door, and the receptionist entered with a giant floral bouquet in a vase.

"This arrived for you."

"Oh, my!" Andrea's face lit up. "They're beautiful."

The flowers were a mix of her favourites: pink and white lilies.

"There's a card, too," the receptionist added.

Andrea picked the small envelope from between the stems and looked at the front. She smiled at his crooked writing on the outside of the envelope.

"I am so sorry we fought. I hope you are enjoying a wonderful day, Mon Amour. Gabriel."

"Ooh! They're from Gabriel!" the receptionist grinned. "Lucky you."

Andrea beamed, happy. "We had a small désaccord. This is his way of apologising. I can't stay mad, and I'm a lucky girl."

"Well, enjoy your flowers, Andrea."

"Thank you, Linda. I will."

Andrea placed the flowers on her desk and proceeded to open the envelope. Pulling out the inner card, she heard a plastic clatter as a keycard slipped out of an inner fold and landed on the desk. As she read Gabriel's second message, she gave a surprised,

"Ohh".

"18:00 Le Grand, InterContinental Hotel, Park Lane. Room 818"

Andrea felt a little confused and a little embarrassed as her cheeks flushed red.

Andrea wondered what Gabriel was up to. He had not been spontaneous like this in years.

The afternoon's clockwatching was painful as the day slipped by slowly. All the sensations in her head were made worse when her phone dinged twice, and she received a text from Gabriel.

"Do you remember that day in Marrakesh? The day you said yes to my every request!"

"Oui," her fingertips, typing the screen quickly.

Once more, her phone pinged twice: "Will you say yes to me tonight? Will you do as I ask?"

It was so unlike Gabriele to take any initiative with her. She considered his request momentarily before texting back.

"Oui,"

"Merci, mon amour."

For the rest of the day, Andrea was in agony. The day dragged slowly by as Andrea's excitement grew. She could not escape the mystery of what Gabriel may be planning, and her fantasies grew.

When the digital display on her laptop showed 17:00, Andrea hustled her things into her bag and rushed out the door.

"Linda, I'm away early today. Have a lovely evening!"

"You too, Andrea," Linda smiled back, then watched her rush out the door.

Andrea avoided the rush hour as she jumped onto the Metro and hurtled under Paris. The InterContinental was close to work, just two stops on the Metro, so the journey took less than 15 minutes. It gave her more time to create beautiful scenarios in her mind's eye.

The hotel was as grand and expensive as its name. Le Grand, Paris.

Andrea crossed the lobby and saw the grand salon and the beautiful chandeliers. The concierge offered to escort her, but she shook her head.

"I'm ok, thanks," she smiled, waving her key card.

Her heels clicked on the floor as she approached the elevator. She squeezed herself into the elevator packed with guests and asked for someone to select the eighth floor. The lift doors closed, and the elevator hummed as it rose through the hotel.

The doors opened on the conference rooms, then the third floor, until she was eventually alone. Andrea's heart was beating fast as she started to feel increasingly excited.

Gabriel had not created this much exhilaration in her for a long time. She felt a rush of endorphins and was loving every minute of it.

As the lift reached its destination, it dinged loudly. Andrea exited the lift and walked along the corridor. She got room 818 and stood motionless momentarily before pulling the card out of her jacket.

Andrea looked at the key card and then back to the door, her heart pounding, and a smile crept across her face.

"Here goes," she said, slipping the key onto the door reader.

The door made a mechanical shucking noise, and Andrea pushed the door open.

"Hello." She called out. There was no answer from the still and quiet room. Nervously, she ventured further into the room.

Andrea soon realised she was alone as she entered a lavish suite. A dark sofa and chair accented the neutral tones of the walls. A large window looked out onto the Paris skyline. On the wall over the desk was a large ornate antique-style mirror. Positioned against the other wall opposite the mirror was a large double bed with a rich, plump white duvet and Six firm pillows.

"Gabriel," Andrea said again, knowing there would be no response.

She dropped her handbag on the sofa and looked out the window onto a cold yet sunny afternoon in Paris.

"What a wonderfully apricious evening," she thought to herself.

It was unlike Andrea to feel this nervous about Gabriel's plans. Today, he had managed to stir up all sorts of sensations in her.

Her phone suddenly pinged, and she saw another text message. Andrea's heart leapt, and she read her new messages.

"Slide your panties off, and then sit at the desk."

Andrea bit her lip.

"He's getting naughty," she smirked.

Andrea did not reply to his text. Instead, she dropped her phone on the desk and began to slide her underwear down. When they hit the floor, she lifted them with her foot, picked them up and dropped them next to her handbag.

Andrea took her place at the desk, wondering what would happen. She was excited and intrigued, but more importantly turned on.

The phone pinged again, and she looked down to see another message from Gabriel.

"There's a little surprise for you in the draw. Follow the instructions precisely."

Andrea slid the draw open and pulled out a black box. Opening the lid, she saw a stack of note cards, a black fountain pen and a velvet pouch. Laying on top was a handwritten set of instructions. Andrea gave an excited gasp as she read his note.

"Mon Amour,

I have a little task for you. Please set a timer on your phone for ten minutes. Take the paper and pen I left for you and write this line:

'I will not neglect my marriage.'

Keep writing until your timer beeps. Please ensure you are using the toy at the same time!

Gabriel"

"Wow," Andrea said, picking up the velvet pouch. She untied the black ribbon and peered in to find a sleek clitoral stimulator and a bottle of lubricant.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Andrea laughed.

Andrea kicked off her shoes and pulled her pencil skirt up her thighs. She opened the lube and squeezed the base of the tube, excreting a thick, shiny liquid onto her fingers.

Andrea placed the lube between her legs and turned on the toy. It buzzed happily and quietly as she felt the vibration in her palm. Partin her thighs, she placed it between her legs, feeling the buzzing perfectly localised оn her clitoris. Andrea couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she felt the vibrations pulsate between her legs.

"Ooh, wow!" She moaned blissfully.

Andrea was lost in a haze of desire and ecstasy. She wanted to close her eyes and enjoy the sensations building between her legs. However, she remembered the rest of the instructions Gabriel had laid down for her. Andrea pressed the nib onto the paper and began to write.

"1. I will not neglect my marriage."

"2. I will not neglect my marriage. "

"3. I will not neglect my marriage."

Initially, she found the task easy, but her writing became increasingly erratic as the vibrations increased.

"4. I wiw not neglect my maige."

"5. I wiil not neglekct my mgaie."

"6. I will not neglet ct my maige."

Andrea's mind was getting fuzzier, and she could not focus properly. Under the desk, her legs started to buckle, and her knees shook.

The womaniser was making her feel fantastic, and she could feel its vibrations building up the pleasure as it moved оn her clit. She bit her lip as she approached her 17. I will not neglect my marriage.

Her hand was shaking, and her grip on the pen was failing. She tried to keep her focus, but it was not possible. Andrea dropped the pen and placed both hands on the table.

Her body trembled, and her legs were shaking. Andrea's eyes closed, and her breath became heavier and more difficult.

She could feel the intense vibrations against her, and her body was reacting to the stimulation. She picked up the pen and tried to continue her task when her orgasm crescendoed. A warm heat enveloped her like a warm hug.

A soft buzzing filled her ears as her body shook with an explosive release. Her whole body quaked, and the sensation overwhelmed her.

"Oh, mon Dieu," Andrea exclaimed, feeling her body tingle with an earth-shattering climax.

"Ooh," she gasped as she sat back and enjoyed the last remnants of her orgasm.

Andrea slumped into the chair as the sensations subsided and tried to compose herself. She looked at her phone and saw that the timer had three minutes left on it.

Andrea looked in the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She put the stimulator back into position and commenced her lines once more.

"18. I will not neglect my marriage."

Andrea's body was still sensitive and highly responsive to the stimulation. As the minutes passed, her mind went blank. Andrea's eyes rolled back, and her lips parted. Her moans were audible, and her body twitched.

"Ooh!" She gasped, her toes curling and her body tensing.

She dropped the pen and gripped the edge of the table once more.

"Argh, fuck," she grunted, feeling the second climax hit.

Her whole body shuddered, and her body twitched as she let go. Andrea's eyes screwed shut, and her breathing came out in heavy, gasping breaths. She slumped against the chair and tried to compose herself once more.

"26. I will not neglect my marriage."

As the stimulator vibrated against her clit, the third climax arrived quickly. The third orgasm was the most powerful. Her body convulsed, and her mind went blank.

"Oh, God, fuck," she gasped, the sensations overwhelming her senses.

She was shaking, and her body was still shuddering when the timer beeped. Andrea petted her legs, and the toy fell away from her throbbing clit. Reaching down, she fumbled with the toy, switching it off.

Andrea was still breathing heavily when her phone pinged once more.

She grabbed her phone and this time realised it was a voice message from Gabriel.

"Well done, my love. If you go to the wardrobe, you will see that I left you something to change into." His voice was forceful and resolute.

"You have 5 minutes to change and kneel at the foot of the bed. You will kneel, arms outstretched, holding your homework for me to inspect." He continues

Andrea pulled herself together and stood up, her legs wobbling. She stumbled a little as she made her way to the wardrobe. Opening the door, she found a sheer red lingerie set, a black lace suspender belt, an eye mask, and stockings.

Andrea quickly undressed, completely dropping her clothes and shoes into a messy pile at the bottom of the wardrobe before changing rapidly into the new outfit. Andrea then stepped into the middle of the bedroom with her mask tied over her eyes.

The carpet was soft beneath her feet. Andrea knelt by the bed and waited for her husband. The silence made her uneasy, and her excitement grew as she waited patiently. She had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt longer than the allotted five minutes. She was beginning to feel cold, and with her vision obscured by the blindfold, her senses were enhanced. She felt both the excitement and trepidation of the moment.

Finally, Andrea heard the door open, and her heart began to pound.

"Hello, mon Amour," Gabriel's voice said.

"Bonjour," Andrea replied.

Andrea could hear the door closing and the click of the lock. She listened as his footsteps moved around the room. She distinctly heard him placing his briefcase on the luggage stand beside the wardrobe. I listened to the rustle of him sliding off his jacket and hanging it on a hanger. Tutting as he saw the pile of clothes strewn on the floor and then heard his footsteps approached.

She felt him take the papers from his outstretched hands and flick through them

"well done. You did everything I asked, Mon Amour."

"Merci Gabriel."

His finger stroked her cheek and moved down her neck, over her shoulder along her outstretched arm and to her hand, pushing it down to her side.

"You only wrote 27 lines, mon amour. Don't you love me enough to get to 30?" he asked, a playful tone in his voice.

"Oh, but I do, Gabriel," Andrea purred.

"Good," Gabriel laughed, his tone happy.

"I think you can do better, though."

Andrea could imagine him smiling as he shuffled around her,

"Here's the plan, mon amour," he began.

"I want you to say your line like a mantra. However, every time you stop, I stop. Do you understand?" he asked.

"Yes, sir." With her tone changing to a submissive dynamic.

"That's my girl, bien joué" he cooed.

She felt the vibrations of the large wand on her mound before she heard it start to buzz. It felt deliciously tingly on her sensitive clit.

"I will not neglect my marriage," Andrea said, trying to sound as sultry as possible.

The wand stopped.

"Again. Give it a number."

"One, I will not neglect my marriage."

Gabriel used the end of the wand and teased it along the folds of her labia, burrowing it hard against her pelvic bone and then up her slit. He moved the smooth tip around her lips and flicked it against her clit.

"Two, I will not neglect my marriage."

Gabriel moved the wand and pressed it to her lips.

"Three, I will not neglect my, my, my marriage," she stuttered.

"You stumbled, mon amour," he said.

"Three, I will not neglect my marriage," she repeated.

"I can't work with dirty toys," he said. "Clean it. Use that tongue. I love so much."

Andrea met Gabriel's hand, brought the wand to her mouth, and ran her tongue around the head. She sucked the toy in her mouth, running her tongue along its shaft.

"Good slut."

The idea of being humiliated and being called a slut had always excited her. Hearing Gabriel use that language made her pussy pulse and grow wet.

"Four, I will not neglect my marriage," she said as she rolled her tongue around the toy.

Gabriel moved the toy between her legs again, and she began to find it hard to focus. The words were becoming a struggle, but she was determined to let her husband tease her for as long as she could. She felt divine as the vibrations shuddered through her body.

"Ten, I will not neglect my, argh," Andrea gasped, feeling Gabriel's finger slide between her legs from behind.

"Don't lose count," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear.

"Eleven, I will not neglect my mar, argh, marriage," she said as Gabriel slid his finger into her hot pussy.

"Twelve, I will not," Andrea struggled.

"I think you've lost count now, mon amour."

The vibrator switched off, and she could feel the wand being dragged from between her legs. Andrea's body ached for him. She needed his touch.

"What number did we stop on, Mon Amour?"

"Twelve."

"Very good," Gabriel said.

Andrea heard him moving again, and then the sound of his zipper coming down.

"Get on the bed," Gabriel ordered.

Andrea scrambled to her feet and tried to remember what side the bed was on. Her blindfold tightly fastened around her head, and she fell onto the mattress, feeling the plump duvet beneath her.

"Kneel in front of me," Gabriel said, his voice deep and raspy.

Andrea obeyed and moved forward, her legs tucked under her torso, her arms outstretched, holding her weight. Gabriel moved closer, and Andrea could feel his breath.

"Suck my cock," Gabriel commanded.

Andrea did not need to be told twice. She grabbed him by his hips and guided his penis into her mouth. She felt it grow harder and more prominent. Andrea could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum as it leaked from the head.

"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned. "Your lips look incredible around my cock,"

Andrea was lost in the pleasure of his thick girth. Her eyes closed, and she could not control her breathing. Her body was trembling as his shaft throbbed in her mouth.

"Stop," he grunted, handing her the wand. "Use this, but don't orgasm, do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Andrea panted.

"Suck my balls," he panted, pulling himself out оf her mouth.

Andrea took the toy, and with one hand, she guided his thick erection back into her mouth one last time, then lofted his cock up with her hand and sucked his balls into her mouth. Andreas tongue swirled and flicked his ball sack, sucking it and slurping her tongue. Gabriel's knees buckled, and he moaned deeply.

"I love the way you suck my balls, Mon Amour."

He pulled himself away and pushed his penis back into her mouth.

"Make me cum," he demanded,

Andrea did not need him to tell her what to do. She could sense he was getting close, and her heart raced excitedly. Andrea was lost in a haze of euphoria as his penis twitched in her mouth. His balls tightened, and she could feel his orgasm was moments away.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum," he groaned,

Andrea responded by guzzling his cock greedily. She held his shaft tightly around his cock as the other guided the toy over her clit. Gabriel grunted and exploded in her mouth, and his hot load spurted into her throat. Andrea held his semen rather than swallow. When he pulled himself out, she opened her mouth so he could see how he had filled her. Instinctively, Gabriel ordered her to swallow; she closed her mouth and let His salty gift run down her throat.

The wand was still vibrating between her legs, and she became overwhelmed by the sensation. Her body was close to shuddering, so she reluctantly switched it off.

"Get on your back," he commanded,

Andrea adjusted onto her back as she felt Gabriel's hands on her knees, spreading her legs wide.

Andrea laid on her back, her legs open, her heat exposed for her master's pleasure.

"Good girl," Gabriel growled, his voice deeper and raspier.

His fingers moved over her silky lips, and Andrea felt her legs shake, and her body twitched as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her. She was desperate for release. Her body was screaming.

"Are you ready tо beg, mon amour?"

"Please fuck me, Gabriel."

"Repeat the line, my love,"

"I will not neglect my marriage," she panted as he flicked her clit

"You sound amazing. Repeat it,"

"I will not neglect me, marry, oh, I will not neglect," his finger moving faster, edging her closer.

"Fuck, you're making me hard again,"

"My marriage," Andrea gasped, feeling Gabriel's lips kiss her knee and move down her thigh. His breath was hot on her skin, and his touch was gentle.