The young couple had successful careers, but the more they focused on work, the less they touched each other. To stay connected, she had gifted them matching wristbands that let them feel each other’s emotions: stress, euphoria, sadness, in real time.

One day off, he was relaxing at home while she was at the gym. Their cat kept meowing and rubbing against his leg, tail raised high. “Poor girl, you’re in heat. Can’t help you with that,” he chuckled.

Then he felt a rush of endorphins through the band, his wife’s workout high. Curious, he took the band off, opened it up, and used his technical knowledge to tweak the sensory components, boosting the intensity.

Instead of putting it back on his wrist, he fastened it around the cat’s neck like a collar.

A few minutes later the front door slammed open. His wife stormed in, gym bag dropping to the floor, already tearing her clothes off as she walked toward him. Her skin glowed with sweat from her interrupted workout.

She launched herself at him, kissing him so hungrily it felt like she wanted to devour his tongue.

In seconds she had him naked. She dropped to her knees, sucking him with desperate need, then bent over the couch and begged him to fuck her. 

She was insatiable, moaning and screaming louder than ever before, cumming hard again and again while riding him, grinding on him, demanding more. 

He came long before she was finished, but she kept going until she finally collapsed, passing out from pure exhaustion.

He gently removed the collar from the cat and smiled

... he couldn’t wait for her next heat season.