Frustrated at Forty

I’m out of town, I feel lonely.  I watched TV and and no matter what I turned to – it was sexual.  I went to bed very frustrated with the whole situation.
Sometime during the night I have a dream where an anonymous woman emailed me a video cam of her masturbating.  It was from a generic, free email and was directed to my email – not the spam type with tons of names in the to: field.

The video never showed a face.  She was white – almost pasty white – no tan lines whatsoever.  Thin, relatively flat belly, nice chest, wonderful legs.  Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail and it it draped on her shoulders – just barely in the shot.  I’m going to guess she was around 30 from her body shape.  She was sitting in an upholstered chair, maybe leather.
The video started with her topless with white jockey-style panties on.  While seated, she started rubbing herself from outside her panties.  Wetness ocurred and the panties came off.  She was shaved.  Her fingers started rubbing – occasionally dipping far enough inside to get more wet.  The video had sound and just the sound of of her fingers rubbing her was exciting.  Her other hand was caressing her nipples alternatively.
The mysterious woman stopped and turned to reach just out of the frame.  She had a tattoo on her lower back.  It looked like some kind of geometric design.  She had reached for a small vibrator – judging by the newly added sound.  It fit within her hand and was almost not noticeable except for the sound and every now and then I could tell that it was black or a very dark color.  She began rubbing herself again with the new toy – again it would disappear within her every now and then and the sound would be muffled ever so slightly.  The moistness was evident and she would stretch her tummy towards the camera.  One hand was playing with herself, the other was propping her body up from behind.  The mixture of the buzzing, a stacatto breathing pattern, and the arched body let me know she was close.  Her body became frozen – her hand holding the vibrator in place as she cried out.
Her body relaxed back into the chair, the buzzing stopped and she dropped the toy from her hand.  Her fingers explored the wetness – exposing herself to the camera some more.  Her wet fingers were used to circle her erect nipples and they glowed in the light of the camera.
She got up from the chair and turned around to pick up a shirt and  put it on with her back to the camera.  The tattoo was no longer geometric – it was now flowery.  That was strange.  She put on the shirt and the video ended.
The person looked nothing like my wife and not really like anyone else.
I woke up and had an obvious hard-on.  I was in another city and I didn’t have to wash the sheets myself.  I started stroking my penis and in no time at all was exploding all over the sheets.  I’m glad that the cleaning people wear gloves nowadays.
As I laid back down to go to sleep, I pondered the video a bit more.  My wife doesn’t tell me that she plays with herself like she used to.  Best Friend sometimes reverts to it for her own self pleasure.
Her body looked similar to what I remember BF’s body looking like.  BF has a tattoo now, but I don’t remember what it looks like.  I had a dream a while back – also while out of town – that freaked her out because I described her pajamas without ever seeing them.  I wonder if BF uses a toy or not?  I really want to ask her next time…