The guesthouse was left in immaculate condition following the departure of the Conference attendees. Today would be the Conference’s last day and the staff had busily seen off the remaining medical participants to their minibus as I found my way to an empty breakfast room. Dr. Smooth, or Jay as we called him, had suggested I meet with him at 10am, for him to dictate his Conference paper to me on medical stem cell research. The paper was to be presented to the Conference at 2pm and I had dressed accordingly. With my dark hair tied back to expose my long slender neck and pearl earrings, I felt comfortable in my blue check dress, as it fell elegantly across my pert breasts toward my well-toned legs. I needed to be conservative in order to impress the Conference audience, yet I wanted to be somewhat alluring to captivate the audience of the one and only Dr. Jay Smooth, my current medical mentor and man of the moment. My new cream coloured satin bra, panties and stockings were firmly gartered in by their sexy suspender belt, appropriately showing itself at all the right intervals, as my dress rode up toward my thighs. The online shopping site had described the lingerie as nude in colour, yet cream was the colour that came to mind. Cream. OMG like I really needed to say that word whilst thinking about Jay Smooth. Being in a couple, fucking him constantly. My mind wandered enough when I was in the presence of Dr Smooth, let alone without him. As I was now. Taking in the morning light in the sunny cosmopolitan atmosphere that would be my home for the coming weekend.
My thoughts drifted to the coming weekend. How could I possibly spend another two days in the company of Jay? My legs were weak every time he dictated to me. My shorthand shaking at the site of his slacks, as they brushed past my arms, revealing more than just the Hugo Boss pleats that accompanied their cut. I’d love to take a shorthand to more than his dictation. My inside legs twitched at the thought of his cut. His manhood. Jay Smooth, with his long dark hair, his chiseled jawline and rifle like eyes, penetrating deep inside me every time he looked my way. Casting the morning news aside I played with the coffee cup. Choosing to softly caress the porcelain with my lips. As the cup met my now wet lips I closed my eyes. Dreaming. Longing. Kneading. Asking for Jay to breath upon my cheeks. To whisper in my ear. To kiss me sweetly upon my open neck. To hold me inside his strong wanton arms, against his broad firm chest. Above his taut torso, and his gorgeous awakening length. I began to ache. To yearn. I needed to touch myself. To feed my thirsty hole. To appease my ever swelling clit. Releasing my tender young breast from its cup, I lowered my left hand down. Down toward my hunger. To arouse my eager mound. The satin felt hot upon my crotch, as my slit gave way to my thumb. I needed to rub myself harder, as I turned around exposing my bum. With two fingers extended out farther, I began to massage from behind, up then down with a passion, completely losing my mind. Could any one in the guesthouse now see me? Were any guests left inside? Perhaps I should return to my room, to continue my downhill slide. Yet it was too late my fingers now slid, into my slithering trench, soaking right up to their knuckles, in need of my scent filled drench. Bending now further over, fingering with all my might, if only Jay would appear, to release me from my horny plight!
Now sitting firmly upright, with my hand cupped against my firm breast, I gently placed aside the satin panty, to put my hunger to rest. My fingers continued to explore, then penetrate my thirsty pink snatch, only sliding out to meet my lips, as I focused again on my catch. Could I lure him in? Would my suspenders soon meet his eyes? Would I finally ever see, what lay between his thighs? I became anxious at the thought of my dream, unsure if it would ever come true. Though my mind wandered back to Jay’s eyes, as they had glanced more than once my way. If only he could now appear, if only he too could play. Then thrusting three fingers inside, I fed my now dripping cunt, moaning and sighing on high, gasping at times with a grunt. My clit grew all the more swollen, pleading to be rubbed, as I opened my legs ever further, to spread my snatch open wide. Moaning and moaning as I fingered, deeper then deeper inside. Until finally I exploded, coming in spasms with a rush, fingering up into the pink, as my juices released in a gush. The orgasms multiplied as I continued, to finger my dripping smooth hole, I began to whisper Jays name, if only he could take me whole. Within moments I found myself quiver, to writhe and then shake in a buck, delighted and just so turned on, by my morning finger fuck.
Regathering myself I stood up. Quickly placing my breast back inside its cup and realigning my bra I then moved my panty across my leaking snatch. Then lowering my blue dress I readjusted my waistline and tightened my dress strap. Then I slowly, head lowered, proceeded to secure my dress buttons. Within seconds I heard a voice calling me from the glass doors of the breakfast room. “Loren”, it said. “I came looking for you. I wanted to see you. I do trust you don’t mind?” Then turning around in a daze I realised it was him. Jay. He was no longer an apparition. Dressed in sleek brown slacks, a handsome leather belt and a crisp blue shirt, my gorgeous companion had appeared. ” I couldn’t wait to see you,” he whispered into my ear. “10 am seemed like an eternity away”, he said. “I’ve longed for you since the moment you arrived at my practice” he continued. “Please tell me feelings are reciprocated my darling Loren?” And with that I began to kiss his strong neck. To caress his solid forearms. To gently unbutton his freshly ironed shirt. “You know they are” I replied, looking now further, into his iridescent eyes. My knight in shining armour, had arrived within my scene, finally my musings, were no longer but a dream.
My adrenalin was now pumping passion at a rate of knots through my veins. I needed to release myself from my heightened passion. But before my own desires were fulfilled I needed to taste my man. To devour what lay between his slender thighs. To feel his cut between my lips. To suck his long shaft, between my scent filled fingertips. Lowering my hands slowly, to unbutton his pants, I could feel his manhood rising, deep within his stance. With his pants now lowered, I looked in awe toward his cut, before gently reaching around, to massage his tight firm butt. Then lowering his blue briefs cautiously, I could not believe my eyes, Jays smooth and rock hard cock, took me by surprise. So long and goddam sexy, so beautiful in the extreme, my tongue soon met its eye, to lick his pre cum cream. He too was ready for me, to quench my hunger for sex. He too had wanted to taste me, to put his mind to rest. Then sucking up and down his shaft, I could feel his manhood grow, his veins filled my now wet lips, as his length began to glow. Licking and licking then sucking, across his throbbing knob, pulling him in with a passion, whilst swimming in his eyes, finally my lover was real, no longer in disguise.
Jay was everything I had dreamt of, as he proceeded to lick and finger my cunt. His tongue was more than I had asked for, in my wildest of wildest dreams. When he fucked me from behind, my moans were overcome with screams. Fucking my hole with his cock, rubbing my clit as he went, I spasmed and spasmed in ecstasy, fucking him till I was spent. Jay was a sensitive lover, yet he knew how to bend me over and rock, all the time massaging my breasts, whilst pounding me with his cock. I couldn’t believe it was happening, as I watched him now enter my hole, closing my eyes with pleasure, drinking in his breath, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, as he slid deeper and deeper in. Jay was my strong handsome lover, smart and charismatic to match, my gorgeous dark haired dreamboat, finally I had landed my catch!
That morning was a dream come true, was it was my satin suspender thighs? Who knows exactly what aroused him, ignited the fire in his eyes. With my hair still firmly in place, my pearl earrings glistened with pride, I felt both turned on and special, bending over with him further inside. Then turning back to face him, as I guided him in from affront, I watched as his cock disappeared, deep in the walls of my cunt. He had licked and fingered my juice hole, then rammed and pleasured me from behind. Now I was in love with his beauty, with his smooth and sensitive soul. Perhaps dreams do come true, I thought, as he lovingly embraced my heart, perhaps it was meant to be, right from the very start.
THE END

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I huffed and screamed in rage as I threw the string of lights across the room to where they puttered like hail against the wall. “Why did I decide to do this?”
I drew a deep breath, balling my fists against my hips as I glanced around the room at the decorations, knowing full well why I decided to do it. It was a big middle finger to my ex, Damian, who’d never let me decorate the place with more than a couple of ever-so-slightly festive ornaments along the mantelpiece in the six years we were together. According to Damian, Christmas was for kids. Well, if I wanted to be a kid I would, and he no longer had any way of stopping me. Let Sandra from accounts deal with his bullshit Christmas aversion this year.
Puffing out my breath felt good. “Just forget the lights,” I told myself out loud. “The rest looks good.”
It was a lie. I mean, the rest did look good, but without the lights it was missing something. It was missing that magic, the thing that made you think as a kid that anything was possible at this time of year.
But try as I might, the lights just wouldn’t seem to go on the tree in any sort of balanced way. I either ended up with too many left over, or with too much empty space. It shouldn’t have frustrated me the way it did, to be honest, but it was what it meant. It was what it represented.
With a sigh, I wandered over to where they had landed and stared down at my handiwork. My tantrum had resulted in at least two broken bulbs that I could see, and that wasn’t going to help anything.
The knock at the door made me jump, but I wasn’t upset at the interruption. I wandered out into the hall and knew who it was by the shape of her silhouette before I even pulled the door open.
“Alex-”
She cut me off with a kiss on my lips, grabbing my shoulders and turning me as she twirled by. “You’ll never guess who I’ve just seen in town.” She paused to look down. “Hey, Sarge, how are you today?” She made kissy noises at my cat, Sargent Pepper, and I chuckled, shaking my head. He nuzzled his face into her hand and started to purr.
“Well?”
“Well, what?” She turned and held out a paper bag. “Lipstick, nail polish and brand new lingerie. A gift from me to you. I thought about getting you a dildo too, to help with some female masturbation” she giggled “but then I decided instead we’re going out tonight and you’re going to get laid.”
I shook my head. “Who did you see in town, Alexis?”
“Oh!” She grinned. “That bitch, Sandra. Don’t worry, I slipped a used tampon into her handbag.”
“You didn’t!”
“No, I didn’t, because I didn’t have one. But I thought about it.” She opened the door to the living room and then paused. “You do know it’s only the beginning of November, right?”
“It’s the tenth!”
She turned back to face me, raising her eyebrows. “Right, like I said, the beginning of November. You bring a guy back here, sweetie, and he’s going to run a mile. That’s just me being honest. Unless you have a kinky little elf costume to throw on?” She paused. “Didn’t think so. Take them down, Em.”
“No.”
“Do it!”
“I said no and I meant it.” I set my jaw as I stared her down and she narrowed her eyes.
“OK, your house, your rules I guess.” She shrugged and huffed, wandering into the living room and looking around her pointedly as I followed behind. “But now you’re going to tell me what this is about. And then I’m going to get you to put these on.” She held up the bag for effect.
“Don’t be mean to Sandra. She didn’t cheat on me, Damian did.”
“Well, that’s a very grown-up attitude.” Alexis rolled her eyes as she dropped into the armchair. “But you’re not getting out of this. Spill.”
I put a fist on my hip, but it was clear this was only going to go one way.
“Damian hates Christmas.”
Alexis laughed at first, then her face fell. “Oh, come on, nobody hates Christmas.”
“He does. I’m not joking. He never let me decorate the place. It’s not that he’s religious, or anti-religious or anything like that. He just hates it.”
“So all this is…?”
I nodded. “A big ‘fuck you’ to the man who broke my heart.” I caught my breath. That was the first time I’d admitted it, even to myself. He’d broken my heart. As much as I hated him, I couldn’t get away from that pain.
Alexis watched me, and I think it was the first time I really saw her. There she was, a beautiful girl in her mid-twenties, and I was lucky to have her in my life. I mean, sure, I’d had my thirtieth birthday this year. I’d been in a relationship for six years, married for four. I had no real skills, no real prospects. But I had Alexis. She was clearly sticking by me. She was going to help.
I felt the tears start to run down my cheeks, and quickly raised a hand to wipe them away.
“Hey, hey, I’m sorry.” Alexis jumped up from the chair and rushed over to me, but I put my arm out to stop her.
“It’s OK, I’m being stupid.”
“No, you’re not. I am. I shouldn’t have pushed. I’m sorry. Hey, if you want Christmas decorations in fucking July you should just go for it, Em. I’ll even come round here and help.”
I choked on a laugh and put an arm around her, pulling her in close, and that was when she kissed me.
At first I hardly even realised what was happening. Her lips were pressed against mine so gently it didn’t feel real, her understated perfume drifting to my nose as I inhaled, closing my eyes at the warmth and comfort she was offering. I felt her tense and rise to my height, the contours of her body settling against my own as I heard the gentle moan that dropped from her throat.
Perhaps if her hand hadn’t drifted down to the small of my back, settling above my ass and making me quiver, I wouldn’t have pulled away like I did. I stepped back more to settle my own mind, to work out what had happened, but Alexis immediately started to panic. I saw it cross her face, her eyes going wide, the blush rising from her throat to her cheeks as she stammered her words.
“I…Em, I don’t…sorry…sorry…I have to…”
I’d never seen my friend so upset and I didn’t know what to do. I shook my head, wanting to tell her it was all right, that I was just startled, but she took it as something else. Tears brimmed in her eyes and when I took a step forward she darted around me, heading for the door.
“Alexis, wait!” I called after her, but she was gone.
***
After Alexis had gone, I found the bag she’d left for me. Pale red lipstick and sparkly nail polish weren’t off-brand for me. I was surprised she hadn’t gone for something more outrageous, something that I would balk at before reluctantly agreeing to just to please her. And I would, because pleasing Alexis meant everything to me.
That realisation shocked me. Alexis had been living next door to me for three years, and despite all our differences we’d quickly become close, but until now I hadn’t fully realised just how close. I mean, what did I have to offer someone like her? She was younger, less settled, more adventurous. Her last holiday had been white water rafting in Canada and I knew that she’d spent time as a volunteer overseas, giving medical treatment to families displaced by war. There hadn’t been a permanent boyfriend the whole time I’d known her, and she never spoke about any before that. I knew she went clubbing, I’d seen men leaving her house in the morning with that dishevelled, just had sex look about them.
Me, on the other hand… I was a sensible housewife.
Was.
What even was I now? I didn’t have a job, I didn’t have any kids, I didn’t have a life of my own to tell the truth. What did I have? A living room filled with decorations and a best friend who just ran out on me in tears because I couldn’t find the words to tell her everything was OK.
Reaching my hand back into the paper bag, I found the lingerie she’d mentioned. And when I pulled them out my mouth went dry.
She’d bought the blue bra and panties with me in mind. Had she pictured me wearing them?
The thought came suddenly and I shivered involuntarily at the idea. I traced a finger along the raised pattern on the soft cups and the front panel of the thong, imagining Alexis doing the same when she picked them out. Exactly my size. She’d paid that much attention. I thought about all the times we’d been alone together, too many to even count, and started picking apart what had been said, looking for clues that she felt this way, fingering the lingerie she’d bought with my heart pounding. It was stunning. Beautiful.
Did she see me as beautiful?
I realised that I was squeezing my thighs together while I thought about her. As my mind wandered over ideas of us being more than we were, more than just friends, I was starting to tingle, starting to tense. My nipples were firm, pressing out against the thin fabric of my top, and when I reached down, beneath my skirt, my fingers came away damp with my own fluids.
Alexis was undoubtedly more sexually experienced than me, but had she ever been with a woman?
I glanced over to where the discarded lights lay broken and forgotten by the door, and all I could think about was my friend. Did she think I’d abandoned her too?
***
I stood at the door to her house, wrapped in an overcoat, glancing around me to check that nobody was looking. I’d already knocked twice, but I knew she was inside and I wasn’t about to leave. If I left things as they were I might never see her again, and above anything else, I couldn’t imagine a future that didn’t include my best friend in the world.
“Please leave me alone.” Her voice was faint, as if it was coming through two doors. Was she that afraid of me? “Em, I don’t know what came over me.”
“Are you saying you didn’t mean it?”
“Yes… No… I don’t know.”
“It’s really difficult to talk to you like this.” I fumbled with the belt on the coat, checking it was tight. “Alexis, please. Everything is going to be fine. I…” I took a deep breath and lowered my voice. “I liked it.”
There was no answer, and I wondered if she might think I was lying, that I was trying to placate her. Then I heard movement and a moment later her silhouette appeared through the glass.
“Say that again.”
“I said I liked it, Alexis. It just took me by surprise. But I liked it. I like you.”
There was a click as the key turned in the other side of the door, and then she pulled it open. I held out the broken string of lights.
“I’ve got more. You said you’d help.”
Her eyes were red and teary, but she laughed and nodded. “I did.”
“Also,” I whispered. “There’s this.”
Untying my coat was scary. Any of our neighbours could have been looking out of an upstairs window and seen what was underneath. Nothing but the blue lingerie she’d bought me. The bra cupped my breasts perfectly, holding them out like an offering to her, the panties shaping my hips and pelvis, pointing the way down between my thighs.
Alexis’ jaw actually dropped open, like those cartoon characters, and I felt a shiver course through my spine. I half expected her tongue to loll out, but what I got instead was much better. She reached out a tentative hand and traced a fingertip down my body, starting just under the curve of my breasts and continuing around my belly, down to the waistband of the panties.
“How are you so perfect?” Her eyes darted back up to meet mine, and I slowly pulled the coat back around me, tying it at the waist. “Are you sure about this?”
I shrugged. “I need your help with the lights.”
Alexis laughed and I grinned as I took her hand, pulling her out onto the step. She reached out behind her and closed her door, and we made our way back to my house.
***
I discarded my coat as soon as we entered, casting it aside and forgetting it was ever there. As we ascended the stairs, I stripped her eagerly. Alexis was gorgeous, her smooth skin prickling with nervous gooseflesh as I divested her of her loose dress, sliding it up over her head as we stumbled up the steps. We were laughing and struggling to keep our hands off each other as she kicked off her shoes. Her hips were wide and shapely, her waist narrow, which seemed to accentuate the roundness of her breasts. Unable to hold back any longer, I reached a hand around her waist and pulled her close, tentatively brushing my lips against hers, our tongues darting out for the briefest touch as we stared into each other’s eyes.
“I don’t want to disappoint you,” I admitted.
Alexis shook her head, glancing down as her fingers danced over my nipples, pressing out through the soft bra. “You could never disappoint me. I want you.”
I took her wrist in my hand, pressing it harder against my breast as I leaned forward and placed a firmer kiss on her lips. She opened her mouth to me, snatching heavy breaths as our tongues tangled with each other in the warmth between our mouths. Her moans of pleasure dampened my panties, making me squirm as we scrambled the last few steps and fell together into the bedroom.
Her eyes lit up when she saw what I’d done. Fairy lights were scattered everywhere. I hadn’t even realised how many I’d collected over the years, forbidden from actually putting them up, until I started decorating the room for her. For us. They covered the floor, the dressing table and the bed. We had to pick our way through, she kept her eyes on mine, our hands moving over each other’s bodies as we made our way to lay on the bed among strings of lights.
Alexis was unstoppable. No sooner had we lain down together than her fingers were tracing the pattern along the top edge of my bra, fingertips sliding underneath and inching the fabric down, exposing my soft flesh, her eyes wide, lips glistening. She smiled as she pulled the bra cup down over my nipple, immediately grasping it between her fingers and making me mewl and squirm as she rolled the hard peak.
“These were supposed to be to help you get laid,” she whispered, leaning in to take my nipple in her mouth, gently running her tongue around it.
“Seems like they worked,” I replied. “Do you like them?”
“Very much. I’ll like them more when they’re crumpled in a heap on the floor.”
She moved from one nipple to the other, and I arched my back with pleasure, reaching up to grip the headboard as twinkle lights dug into my bare flesh. Alexis’ hand moved down over my stomach and slid under the waistband of my panties, stretching them as her fingers teased the little patch of hair and continued down between my legs, brushing my pussy lips and my swollen clitoris.
I cried out, unable to hold back. “Alexis, please!” My hips rolled as I tried to move myself against her fingers, but she was in control. She grinned and stroked me slowly, gently, building the need within me as my juices steadily trickled.
“Please, what?”
I laughed, leaning my head forward as I panted, hoping for a kiss. “I don’t know.”
She smiled and licked her lips, then brought her fingers to her face. As I watched her taste me, I reached a hand between her legs and she eagerly opened them to give me access. My fingers found her pussy as she leaned forward and put her hand to my mouth. As I stroked her, I opened to let her put her fingers between my lips, tasting the sweet flavour of my own release.
It was her turn to lose control, closing her eyes as she gasped and panted, undulating against my movements. Her fingers trailed down my body, tickling my flesh and making me squirm until they found my warm opening once again and slid inside. We moved together, fingers sliding back and forth along each other’s lips, caressing, stimulating. I slipped two fingertips inside her and rubbed my palm against her hot nub, making her bleat and rock against me, her hand moving faster between my legs as she drew nearer to the edge.
I arched back and felt her lips at my throat, tongue lapping at the sensitive flesh, bringing me close to my own orgasm. My nipples were tight, aching; every time they touched Alexis it sent spasms of pleasure directly into my brain.
My climax hit first. I felt it slam into me like a storm wave crashing against rocks, obliterating my vision as I gasped and shrieked and trembled, arching back until my body simply wouldn’t flex any further. Alexis continued to work my pussy through it, even as my own arms flailed and I grasped handfuls of bedclothes and fairy lights. As soon as I started to calm, I reached out and wrapped a hand around her neck, drawing her in for a kiss.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“You think that’s it? You’re too used to men.”
She didn’t even waste a moment. While I sweated and tried to bring my breathing under control, Alexis moved down the bed, brushing lights aside as she gripped my knees and pulled my legs wider. I knew what was about to happen, and every inch of my body tingled with excitement. What would it feel like? How would I react?
I didn’t have to wait long. Her head dove between my legs and I felt her tongue on my tender lips, her hair settling against my lower abdomen. Her mouth moved against my labia, a fingertip dancing in my soaked hole as she lapped at my ruined clit, quickly bringing it back to a knife edge so that I had to fight the urge to collapse in another orgasm so soon after the first.
The sound of her moans, and the sticky wet noise of her movements joined with my own gasps and mewls as I tossed my head back and forth, struggling to keep control. It was as if Alexis had all the time in the world. Her movements stayed steady, gentle licks and caresses building the tension inside me to breaking point.
With a scream, I tumbled over into another orgasm, kicking out and squirming. I reached down over my body and gripped her head, tangling my fingers into her hair as she continued lapping at my slit. I felt the juice gush from my pussy, and the thought that she was taking it all only added to the crescendo of sensation.
I rocked and spasmed, shouting her name, and God’s name, and other wordless cries of need. My eyes squeezed shut and I tensed my stomach, squeezing more liquid from my body. As my senses returned, I heard Alexis’ giggles in my ear and felt her hand on my chest, swirling a fingertip around my nipple.
“You liked that, huh?”
I nodded and tried to answer, but no words would come.
“I’ll give you a moment,” she whispered. “Then how about we begin round two?”

Dear Diary
What a wickedly wonderful time I had with Ryan, secreted in his hotel room between business meetings. My pussy still feels a little swollen, and my nipples retain a latent tingle from all the ways we played, a delicious ache, twinges of which remind me of my hook up with Ryan.
He’s a bit of a bad boy, my friends have warned me about him, saying he’ll never settle down, that he’s all about the challenge of the chase. So I keep it secret that we’re hooking up, in hotel rooms close to appointments he has. I get such a thrill when I’m meeting up with Ryan, I slick my knickers on the train travelling to our rendezvous, remembering things we’ve got up to on past occasions and letting my mind wander to what we might do this time. Diary, let me tell you how this played out.
It’s so illicit stripping down to underwear in the middle of the day, even though I bought the peek-a-boo black bra and panties specifically. I grabbed his shirt to cover up as I left the marble bathroom, feeling suddenly shy under his penetrating gaze. Ryan is masterful, making my knees weak and pussy throb, so when he growled that I should sit with my back against him I hurried to crawl up that huge bed to snuggle against his chest.
As he unbuttoned the shirt, I was a bratty mess, wanting him to touch me, my nipples and my throbbing pussy equally hungry for his attention. But Ryan won’t be rushed. I nuzzled at him, unable to keep still when he moistened his fingers to fondle me and gave my nipple piercing a tweak; he knows what I want but that doesn’t mean I’ll get it!
He instructed me to masturbate myself, so I obeyed, just the fact that he commanded me made my pussy pulse. I slipped a hand down the front of my thong into the fragrant wetness building there. I was halfway to my climax already as he’d asked me to edge myself since we sexted last night. I was a panting, throbbing mess, keen to demonstrate the force of my desire so I tapped repeatedly on the straining nub of my clitoris. O the intensity! Hardly able to keep still I began to mewl and wriggle as the release of my first orgasm pulsed over me. Ryan’s teasing of my sensitive nipple never ceased as I came, but when he pressed his lips to my temple, I knew he was pleased with my performance.
He lifted me onto his lap to tug my thong down and I co-operated, surrendering into his embrace, still limp from my climax. His fingers delved into my swollen pussy, stroking and exploring my juicy folds while I reached up to plant kisses along his jawline, don’t stop I was silently pleading.
Fixed by his masterful gaze I felt him penetrate me, not just his fingers but with his willpower. I bit my lip. I must not cum too soon, but Oh it was hard to resist his insistent rubbing and then tapping. My clit was uber sensitive and I unravelled, my traitorous hips thrusting, thighs slick with my juices, my hairless pussy made it plain to see how swollen and aroused I was.
“Finger yourself” he instructed softly, holding me in an iron grip while I complied, bucking and twitching, orgasm building. I clawed at him helplessly, begging as my arousal built.
“Please … Please.”
“Yes,” Ryan growled his permission to climax, kissing me hard. My fingers worked in and out of my soaking hole ‘til, riding a rollercoaster, I came.
Oh Diary, I love to look at his beautiful hard erection! Dragging those boxers off my mouth watered at the sight of it, curving strong and swollen towards his washboard stomach. I sank my mouth onto his full length in one swift movement. Coating his tool with saliva I took a firm grip on it with my hand and began to tug upwards, while swirling my tongue round his helmet. I developed a bobbing rhythm while fisting his cock up and down, my licking and sucking became relentless, spurred on by the sensation of his fingers deep inside me, thrusting and pleasuring. I maintained a steady rhythm, my mouth a smooth tight tunnel around his member, glossing it with my saliva. Cupping and massaging his balls I worked up and down, until he grabbed a fistful of my hair. In that one gesture he reminded me to focus on his pleasure, to target his sensitive head and frenulum. Using my hair like a head collar, he guided the depth and rhythm of my licking, sucking, and finally swallowing, for his pleasure.
Oh diary, we lay face to face, Ryan now naked while I still wore his shirt, kissing like teenagers. I continued to pump his cock in my tight fist while he massaged my breasts in his capable hands. I sucked on his lips and tongue, a mess of desire while he fingered my slots. I wanted rough handling, so maintained pressure on his cock. He savoured my juices off his fingers before pushing them inside me again. His thrusting and rubbing was frenzied, just how I like it and I smirked, who’s in charge now?
It felt so tight when he took me sideways, he held my hips, tight enough for his fingers to leave bruises. Ryan was able to pump into me hard and deep, while I had full access to thrum my clit. It made me yelp with pleasure, then Ryan gazed into my eyes and my stomach swooped with anticipation.
I wanted to curl away from him, to embrace the molten lava sensations building in my pussy and clit, but Ryan held me firm. He grasped my top leg, holding me in place, plundering my bratty mouth with his tongue. I was at his mercy, and Diary I loved it!
“Please…” I begged.
He knows what I want, I need him to fuck me doggy style, to remind me I’m his little cum slut. I got on my hands and knees and he buried himself in me to the hilt. He grasped my hip and shoulder and our rutting became animalistic, Ryan’s thrusts were fast yet deep. His balls slapped my arse, while his cock nudged my g-spot pleasurably with every stroke.
Oh Diary! I was gasping, looking at Ryan over my shoulder as he fucked me, helpless with lust. Grabbing a handful of shirt he dragged me back onto his cock, while ploughing into me. I whimpered with pure delight when he rode me hard and slapped my rump!
My favourite bit, Diary, was mouthfucking Ryan; I felt in charge at that point. I maintained a tight grip on his beautiful cock, firmly stroking him while sucking and licking around the top of his glans. When his climax began to creep up on him, he begged me to go faster. I enveloped his length in my mouth, sucking and bobbing. He pressed me to take him deeper down my throat until the moment he came, at which point I had to gulp and swallow hot jets of his semen as it pumped out.
Even writing it down now, (wearing THAT white shirt) my pussy’s getting tingly and wet as I relive the illicitness of our insatiable sex acts in the hotel room that afternoon. How Ryan controlled me, used me and had me begging for more. I feel obsessed with him and my desire to please him. I treasure those precious, sensuous memories

Hanging out in her sun-drenched attic loft, Romy smiled as she sat doing absolutely nothing at all. It was a rare, cosy Sunday to herself. No demands. No noise. No distractions.
Drinking her coffee out of a black mug, Romy felt luscious. Upon waking that morning, her skin was tingling and warm. She’d gone into the bathroom and saw her reflection. Her hair curled perfectly around her face, framing it with playfulness. It was a shame no one else would see her, yet she still wanted her alone time. With that thought, Romy’s plan for the day formed in her mind.
It had been a few months since she’d logged into her webcam account. Between work and friends, she’d not had time for the best side hustle ever. It didn’t matter if any of her regular fans had moved on though. Romy was logging in for herself.
Setting up her laptop on the table next to her windows, Romy made sure the angles were right, then logged in. Within only a few seconds, a handful of viewers were watching her at her table wearing nothing but a white, button-down shirt. The sun-warmed air enveloped her long, brown legs as she crossed them. No matter whose eyes were on her, Romy revelled in feeling sexy.
The warmth of Romy’s fingers tickled and heightened her senses. Her fingertips glided over the silky skin of her thighs, and she imagined each viewer in the room with her. Romy glanced up at the camera, giving the audience a look that said, “You and I both are going to enjoy this.”
Though she’d never had the opportunity, Romy imagined being on a stage in a theatre, every seat filled with eager bodies and eyes that stripped her naked. Everyone would want her to uncross her legs. But it wasn’t their pace today. Her thighs parted a little. Romy’s smile widened, then she pushed her knees together. An impatient groan seemed to come through the speakers of her laptop.
The wait would be worth it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Romy spotted movement outside her window. Her loft was perfectly placed across the alleyway from a tall apartment complex. The skylights and floor-to-ceiling window into her loft were constantly unshaded. At any time of the day, she could see her neighbours, and they could see her. They weren’t strangers to seeing her strolling around her home in all manner of undress. Why not be comfortable even if that meant being nude? Why shouldn’t she have an audience when she gave herself joy?
Sometimes, Romy teased her neighbours like she teased her webcam audience. She’d stay out of sight but give everyone an earful. The moans were unmistakable. On quiet days, anyone who wanted to hear would notice the buzz of a toy pushing this naughty neighbour to climax over and over again. They’d hear her ecstasy-filled giggles, sighs of satisfaction, and self-fulfilled enjoyment of being that woman who is so close but unattainable.
What Romy never did, though, was talk to her audience. She rarely acknowledged anyone and never looked into the camera or locked eyes with anyone across the alley.
This show, however, would be different. Romy invited her viewers in with a wicked smile and teasing eyes.
“Today’s gonna be such a pleasant day. You know why?”
Giggling as she asked, Romy answered, “Because we get to spend it together.”
She lifted her coffee and locked her gaze onto her camera. That would be the moment her regulars knew this performance would be different. Then she glanced out the window. A neighbour who’d long discovered her exhibitionism was already watching.
As if he could hear her, she said, “I was looking forward to seeing you.”
She told all who could hear about her anticipation, about how she’d felt her sensuality from the moment she woke up.
Controlling the pace of the show and saying how warm it was in her loft, Romy slowly unbuttoned her silky top. The rising heat of her loft and her body threatened to make her sweat, but she planned to glisten in a new way for her audience.
“Today, I have this very exciting feeling.”
Next to her cup of coffee sat a glass bottle filled with clear, sun-warmed oil. It wasn’t time for the oil yet, but she couldn’t wait to imagine the light sparkling on it, highlighting her pussy as if anyone doubted what the most important part of this moment would be.
After a button was released and her viewer got only a hint of her chest and tattoo, she leaned forward, rubbed her leg, then reached for her drink again. There was no need to rush, even with the tension building between her legs.
After a sip of coffee, she pointed her perfect toes at her viewers.
“Is it OK if I open this for you?”
Her accent pushed her sexiness to another level.
She reached for another button on her pyjama top. Romy revealed more without bearing it all. Leaning in, her playful and open smile still inviting the viewer to take in all they could see of her, even while she limited their view.
Never neglecting the lovers of her legs, Romy stroked her skin, then ran her hands up to her top to release another button.
Across the alley, two more people had joined the audience. A couple on a higher level peered down through her skylights. They talked and smiled but weren’t touching. The man across the way—her usual peeping Tom—was already rubbing at his clothed crotch. She smirked as he was never shy, just like her. But a curious neighbour peeked through a curtain as if Romy couldn’t see them.
As if their curiosity egged her on, she told her greedy audience that she’d undo her shirt “a little bit more.” Lowering one shoulder of her top, Romy revealed her soft, brown breast and dark nipple. The man across the way opened his mouth, and she imagined she’d heard him groan.
What about her online viewers? What state of undress were they in? How many of them had oil and lube too? Were some stripping slowly along with her? Was someone out there getting head or fucking each other to her simple show of self-love? Had someone already cum?
The viewer count at the top of her screen grew. It had tripled from when she’d first logged on. It sent a thrill through her. What could be sexier than prioritising your own pleasure and knowing others got off on it too?
“I hoped we could spend time together,” she said to her camera. She playfully giggled as she laid back and fully unbuttoned her top. Her tongue ran across her lips, and the silver ball of her tongue piercing lightly clicked against her teeth.
It was time for a little pause. She opened and closed her legs, giving the viewers a brief glimpse of her swelling cunt. Romy grabbed her mug again, sipped her drink, and took her time. The only reward that truly mattered was her own climaxes. And there’d definitely be more than one.
Letting her shirt fall off both shoulders, knowing she was a gorgeous woman, Romy reached up and squeezed both of her breasts, pulling at her darkened nipples. She stroked her belly, running her hands past her bejewelled piercing and across the sheer fabric covering her eager mound. She spread her knees wide and ran her fingers down her clothed slit. The viewers could only imagine what she felt, and she could only imagine how they stroked and rubbed, waiting for Romy to reveal what was under the black lace.
“I’m gonna take these off now.” Romy paused, then added, “If you don’t mind.”
In her head, she could hear someone cheer, someone say, “I definitely do not mind,” and someone else moan with relief.
Pulling down her panties and lifting her legs to slide them off, Romy gave a hint of her pussy, swollen with anticipation. She smiled, knowing the view she provided would push everyone that much closer to orgasm.
Not yet, she thought.
Everyone watching would have to practically beg for the view. Hell, she wanted her own body to cry for release. But everyone, including her, would enjoy the anticipation and the way the sexual tension commanded the attention of every nerve in their bodies.
Romy dropped her panties on the floor, lowered her legs, and pulled them together. She rubbed her breasts and her body again, her face growing serious with lust. The man across the alley had his dick in his hand now, stroking feverishly. His mouth hung open. He looked like he might be close to cumming. It gave her chills to know she inspired that intensity. While she was a little disappointed that he couldn’t wait, there were still so many eyes on her. So many more opportunities for her sexual joy to ripple through others.
She would own this moment. And her clit yearned for her fingers.
Reaching down, her clit finally got attention.
“It feels so nice,” Romy said.
Not lingering long, her touch danced across her body.
She asked, “You know what would make it even better?”
Stopping to lift the bottle of oil, the glass quietly clinked as she removed the stopper. The oil poured slowly. It dripped onto her hands, ran through her fingers, and pooled onto the floor. A broad grin spread across her face. She smoothed the oil across her mound and breasts, making her body shine in the sunlight.
Her wet, slick hand moved back down to her clit. The oil moistened her, mixing with her trickle of juices. Romy’s pussy glistened.
The oil intensified her touch. The need for release was now in charge. She needed her orgasms to rip through her body, for the neighbours to cum when she did, for her viewers to cry out and moan along with her.
Not yet, she thought again. Denying her gratification was getting harder. But the longer she held out, the stronger the climaxes would be. Each orgasm would make her see stars, then galaxies, then universes.
Romy rubbed faster, letting out breathy moans. Her open mouth mimicked her neighbour. Closing her eyes for a second, Romy reopened them to catch the gaze of the man across the alley.
Hoping he could read her lips, she said, “I love playing with myself for you.”
His cum spurt onto his window, sliding down the glass as his urgent stare devoured her pussy. The thick, creamy ropes of his jizz obscured the view of his satisfied, slowing strokes. The massive load told Romy he hadn’t gotten off in a long time, and she loved the idea of him emptying his balls so completely while watching her. Jolts of hot yearning shot through her, causing her body to jump.
To be watched, to be enjoyed in the most human way possible, and yet to only touch herself. Nothing made her hotter.
“You make me so wet,” she said.
The more she rubbed, the wetter she got. The air felt slightly cool against her oiled body and scorching pussy. A drip trickled from her hole down her asshole, and her moans reached a higher pitch. More people were watching now. The curious person had opened the curtains wider. The couple on the higher floor were naked, the woman’s breasts pushing against the window. Romy grinned as she made eye contact with the her.
The number of online viewers doubled again since her last glance. She smiled again, satisfied with her biggest audience yet. So much sexual energy. So much joy. All because she celebrated her own pleasure.
She spoke again to her audience, urging them to enjoy what was next.
Slipping two fingers into her hot pussy, Romy fucked herself and rubbed her clit. Closing her eyes, she thought about a couple who’d previously watched her. A woman had gotten down on her knees to lap at her partner’s pussy. Romy opened her eyes, and while she couldn’t see if they were watching, she hoped both receiver and giver were as wet as she was. The memory and desire got Romy too close to the edge, making her pussy throb with her first orgasm.
Slowing her pace, she pulled her now-drenched fingers from her cunt. She rubbed lightly and without purpose to give her body a break. It wouldn’t be her fingers that would make her cum repeatedly. At her right sat a chair, and resting on it was a box. Romy asked if her followers wanted to see her new toy, then she reached for it and pulled out a toy with a pointy but nubbed end.
“I haven’t opened it yet because I saved it for you.”
Turning it on, the tip vibrated against her nipple, then she slipped it between her legs and savoured the shared moment with anyone watching her.
When she opened her legs again, Romy stroked the vibe’s white nub directly against her clit, running it up and down. The sudden shock of new stimulation snapped her attention to her hard button. Pushing two fingers back inside herself, Romy let the toy do the work of pleasuring her clit.
Too much too soon, she thought. The direct and powerful vibe worked almost too well.
“Oh, it feels so good,” she moaned. “Even better than fingers.”
Wanting to draw out her session as much as her clit would allow, Romy let up on the pressure for a few moments. She bit at her lip and grinned. But the pause didn’t last long.
More, she thought. She put the toy back on her clit and let it push her closer to orgasm.
With her aching joy, Romy imagined more neighbours joining and relishing their bodies. She wondered if the people downstairs could hear her. Maybe they were fucking right there on the floor below her loft. Maybe the roommates next door were wrapped up in a tangle of bodies, sucking, fucking, and rubbing whatever skin they could find. She hoped her imminent orgasms would launch a thousand more, a wave of shouts and grunts and curled toes. A mass burst of hot, wet, spurting, squirting, and dripping climaxes.
But Romy’s gratification was first. It was now her, her fingers, the toy, and her clit.
Her high-pitched moans revealed her need. She struggled to hold it back.
Just a little bit more, she thought. A little longer. A little more of a wait.
But the toy insisted otherwise. With the tip still trained on her clit, the direct, pointed sensation sent her every moan to even higher tones.
“This is gonna be the best orgasm ever!”
With a roll of her eyes into the back of her head and a light groan of relief, Romy came. She put her eyes right back on her audience as the waves of rapture coursed through her every limb.
It wasn’t enough.
She imagined everyone cumming at the same time, some shooting their load across the room, across the floor, and others soaking through their chairs, beds, and couches. She imagined someone cumming inside someone else, a creampie oozing out of their holes. She imagined someone’s face drenched after a squirt. She imagined a satisfied, quiet orgasm from a woman just like her.
Romy kept the toy in place on her pulsating clit. It did beautiful work while she finger fucked her box with determined desire.
Feeling the tension in her body hit that high again, her eyes rolled back.
Her body shook.
Her next orgasm was stronger. The heat from her explosion rolled off her as she shuddered with the shocks of ecstasy. Her juices soaked the chair.
A minute passed, and Romy thought that might be enough. She pulled out her fingers and sucked off her juices. As she looked up, the couple still fucked one another with need. She looked across, and the man was back, jerking at his cock again. The curious neighbour was now on full display, stroking their own body. And Romy’s online viewers didn’t tune out. Her audience hadn’t decreased even a little.
One more to get everyone there, Romy thought. Her bliss at being the centre of their attention didn’t make her feel an ounce of shame, but she wanted to give them more. Who doesn’t want to cum again, she thought.
Diving her fingers back into her unceasing hot, flooded muff, she knew another orgasm wouldn’t take long. Especially thinking of everyone watching her, the excitement remained powerful enough to get off again.
Lowering the toy again, Romy fucked herself hard with her fingers. The vibrating nub moved in circles once more against her throbbing bean.
“Oh yes, I’m gonna cum soon! I love the way you’re watching me! You wanna watch me orgasm?”
Like an unrelenting tongue, the vibe shocked her into another climax.
Her pussy clenched around her fingers. Romy’s body quaked. Her breasts bounced, nipples pointed, and pussy flowed. Harder and fully swollen, her clit sizzled.
By the time Romy returned into herself, she could see only satisfied smiles across the way. The couple rubbed one another in their afterglow. The man’s cock softened. The curious neighbour disappeared. The online viewers slowly left. She imagined them spent and intoxicated with sexual relief.
Romy smiled once again at the camera for whoever lingered and sucked her delicious fingers. Romy picked up her cup of coffee and revelled in the afterglow with the now cool mug in her hands. Her body overflowed with contentment. Her pussy sang with the joy of putting herself first.
“I hope next time you can try the toy on me.”
But she’d fibbed a little. Deciding she would keep going on her own, she went to her bedroom with no more eyes on her to devote the rest of the day to cumming as often as she could.
The End

She runs her hands down the length of her body. Her fingers trail lightly over the black lingerie she chose for the evening—a sheer see-through negligée tied loosely around her waist that barely covers her black lace bra and matching thong. She moves her hands over her hips, her fingers slipping into the hooks of her garter. She pulls at the straps that hold up her thigh-high nylons, knowing how exquisite her long, shapely legs and her heart-shaped bottom must look in her elegant ensemble.
Slowly she moves her hands between her legs, grazing her fingers over her pubic mound. A shudder runs through her. She needs to be careful. She can’t allow herself to lose control… not yet. She raises her hands up, caressing the soft skin of her breasts, her neck, her cheeks. She fingers her long black earrings, a recent gift from her husband. Her long dark hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail, her makeup done just so. No detail has been omitted.
She looks absolutely stunning, and she knows it.
She takes a step into the bedroom, then pauses. A slight smile graces her lips. An object is set in her path, right where she placed it earlier. A camera. She stares straight at it, knowing on the other side of the small, innocuous lens her audience is watching her every move. Another shudder of excitement runs through her. She steps toward the camera, with purpose. Her face remains focused, her pouty lips poised for seduction. Once again she runs her hands over the sheer bodice of her negligée. She teases it open, allowing her audience a glimpse at her body… her large, full breasts, her flat stomach, her long, slender legs. She can’t help but smile again.
She is enjoying this, no doubt.
She wonders how her audience is enjoying their evening thus far… she suspects they are enjoying it immensely.
No, she knows they are.
~
She could’ve been a model—that’s what everyone told her. It was certainly a possibility. Smiling for the camera came easy enough. Even when she wasn’t dressed provocatively in her bedroom, her stunning looks could capture an audience anywhere she turned. Clad in only a tight sweater and pair of jeans she could lure even the most stoic of men into her aura. And women, too, she supposed, although she preferred the idea of men losing their ability to even think as she delicately wet her lips with her tongue, or lowered her eyes in a seductive glance. Maybe someday a career in front of the camera would be on the cards, she thought. Tonight, there was only one audience she wished to capture the attention of… the individual on the other side of the lens.
She moves over to a full-length mirror next to her bed, making sure her whole body is still in full view of the camera behind her. Slowly she teases her negligée up over her hips, baring the tantalising flesh of her perfect bottom. Her hips sway from side to side as she slips her negligée from her shoulders, exposing the smooth skin of her bare back… teasing… tormenting her unseen admirer. She glances over to the bed, thinking about what she is about to do next. A warm tingle emanates from between her legs.
She stares at herself in the mirror, forgetting about the camera for a moment. When was the last time she felt this seductive? This powerful? This in control? It had been a while, she had to admit. Maybe before she was married, when she was still dating. As a beautiful, single woman she had always enjoyed the power she held over men. She considered them her little pawns, always willing to do her bidding for the chance to be with her. Unlike many girls who allow a man into their bed with a mere swipe on a phone, she revelled in the rituals of courtship. The dinner invitations. The gifts. The offers for trips around the world. Yes, she was a luxurious woman, and attracted wealthy men of means—she could not deny that fact. If such men wished to spoil her lavishly and treat her as a goddess, who was she to refuse?
While she had enjoyed her fun, she knew when she met her husband that he stood above all others, and always would. From the moment they met, they were inseparable. Yet, a small part of her knew she would one day miss her single life… being treated like a queen by a constant trail of handsome suitors could become addictive. Her husband treated her better than anyone, in fact, but it was different. He was her companion. They loved each other like no one else. When he spoiled her with gifts of fine jewellery, it wasn’t with the intent of hoping she would one day allow him to get close to her, or spread her legs for him. She would do that even if he were penniless. No, it was the idea of a complete stranger seeking her attention that thrilled her.
Romance was something she cherished. The furtive glances. The secret winks. Now, she could only imagine a strong, handsome gentleman asking her to dinner, or sending her a beautiful bouquet of roses. She could only imagine sitting across from a stranger in a dimly lit bar, their gaze lingering upon one another, their hands accidentally touching, a tingle rushing between her legs. She could only imagine the idea of inviting a strange man into her bedroom, to allow a complete stranger to watch her undress.
Not that she needed any of those things, of course. She was perfectly happy… but it was fun to imagine… that’s where the camera came in.
~
It was her husband’s idea. He knew when they married that a woman as beautiful as she was not an object to lock tightly in a box and throw away the key. Denying the world such beauty was a sin, he felt. He was also aware his wife enjoyed the occasional display of flirting with a handsome stranger, to renew her confidence that her beauty would never die. He was perfectly willing to allow the world to continue to enjoy such beauty… with limits, of course.
“Pretend you’re seducing someone you don’t know,” he told her when he handed her the camera. “Pretend you’re pleasuring yourself while a complete stranger watches you.”
“Are you sure?” She handled the camera carefully as if it were alive. At first, she didn’t think she could do it. Despite her love of fancy jewellery and her lavish lifestyle, she was a modest woman. Showing off her body, as beautiful as it was, didn’t come naturally to her.
“You can pretend you’re putting on a show for me,” her husband suggested. “When you feel it’s the right moment, then you can imagine I’ve left the room, and a stranger took my place.”
The moment the words left his lips she felt a warm puddle between her legs. The idea of pleasuring herself in front of her husband, and knowing he was watching, and maybe even touching himself as she touched herself made her wet. Thinking about pleasuring herself in front of someone she didn’t know made her nearly come.
That’s what she would do, she decided. She would put on a show for her husband… then when the time felt right, she would imagine a complete stranger was watching her… she would tease the boys… both of them… at least, that’s how it started.
~
She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra, then slips it off. She dangles it between her fingers a moment before letting it fall to the floor. The mirror captures her every action, as does the camera behind her. She imagines her audience mesmerised by her slow, sensual movements. She runs her hands over her bare breasts, squeezing them. Her nipples stiffen with anticipation of what is about to come.
Slowly she steps one foot out of her black high heel pumps, then the other. She gently pushes them aside. She steps over to the bed and lets her body fall upon the soft king size mattress. She stretches her arms over her head, rolling back and forth over the crisp white linens. She spreads her legs, taking the position she would if her lover were in the room, cupping her breasts and arching her back, her eyes fixated on the space before her. There is no one there with her but the camera… it doesn’t matter. It feels as real as day.
She closes her eyes.
She knows on the other side of her camera only her husband watches her, but she can already feel the rush of adrenaline thinking that maybe, just maybe someone else is there too, watching her. Perhaps her husband has invited a business colleague into the room where her nearly naked figure is currently displayed on the monitor. Maybe he invited a friend who knows them both to watch her little show, allowing a glimpse into the treasure he holds. Maybe it’s a bit of a power trip… maybe it’s something else.
“Are you absolutely sure?” she repeated to her husband before he left.
“Yes, I’m sure. Just do whatever comes naturally.”
“And you won’t be jealous… if I… you know… think about someone else?”
He smiled, then kissed her on the forehead. “I would be upset if you didn’t.”
Her love for her husband could not have been more if she wanted. He was giving her everything she desired… and she believed something he desired as well.
She opens her eyes, staring at the small lens in front of her.
“Where are you, my naughty boys?” she smiles. She arches her body, her hips rolling in small, sensual circles to an internal rhythm only she can feel. She runs her hands down the front of her body, sliding her hands over her thighs, then between her legs.
She gasps.
She is wetter than she thought. Her entire body is on fire, awash with arousal. This is going to be good… so very good, she tells herself.
Keeping her eyes locked on the camera’s omniscient gaze, she slips her panties off. The lips of her pussy are shaved bare, just a tiny patch of dark hair remaining on her pubic mound. Her body is now nude except for her garter and thigh-high stockings. She spreads her legs apart and pushes her feet into the bed, raising her hips. She wets her fingers. Her hands move between her legs, to her bare pussy. She touches herself, tentatively at first. Her fingers slip between the folds of her warm, wet slit, and grow slick with her juices. She begins to rub herself in small, sensual circles, spreading her lips as her fingers tease over her clit and her wet opening. She moans softly as she inserts a finger inside her. She can feel herself opening, wider, and wider still.
She closes her eyes, sliding her finger into her more deeply. She inserts another finger, then another. She bites down on her bottom lip, trying to keep her arousal in check. It’s no use. Her body is engulfed with desire. She continues to move her hips in sensual circles. Her moans grow deeper, more urgent. Her fingers slide in and out more rapidly. A shudder rushes through her. Her thighs quiver, her toes curl. Her entire body trembles. She can already feel her orgasm rushing to the surface of her skin, and she has barely begun.
~
She has placed a toy in her nightstand, and now she grabs it. The heavy rubber weight of her large vibrating wand feels good in her hands. She turns it on, and presses it between her legs, touching her outer lips. She nearly comes from just the vibration. Her mind goes blank.
“Are you watching me?” she whimpers. “Are you watching me pleasure myself with this long, hard toy, imagining it was your thick cock?”
Her voice is a whisper.
“Is this what you wanted to see? Your naughty wife touching herself? Are you stroking yourself as you watch me?”
She imagines her husband in a dark room, staring at her. She imagines his hand circled around his erect cock, his fist pulsing up and down as he pleasures himself to the sight of her masturbating. The thought makes her even wetter with desire. She pushes the wand more firmly against her pussy and gasps.
“That’s it—are you stroking yourself while I tease you? Are you so hard knowing you can only watch me, but not touch my body?”
She turns over on all fours, pushing the long, dark vibrating wand between her legs. She spreads her thighs as wide as possible, her silk nylons sliding smoothly over the soft white sheets. She holds the wand firmly against her mound and cries out. Her body begins to convulse. She thrusts her hips higher, lowering her head down into the pillows. Her hard nipples graze the bedding. She fondles her engorged breasts and cries out louder, not caring who can hear her. She squeezes her eyes shut, imagining her audience fixated on her every move. The unseen pair of eyes staring at her fingers between her dripping wet folds, watching the phallic toy between her legs as she bucks furiously against it.
“Oh fuck… don’t stop… don’t stop,” she moans. “Please… never stop…” Her whimpers turn to screams. Louder and louder she calls out, losing her breath in a heated gasp until her voice is unrecognizable even to herself.
Her body thrashes wildly as she struggles to keep the wand pressed against her throbbing cunt. “Oh, God, I can’t take it any longer—I’m going to come! I’m coming so fucking hard!”
She reaches behind her and shoves the wand hard against her wet pussy, the vibrating head mercilessly pulsing against her bare lips. She can contain herself no longer.
The wave of her orgasm rushes through her. She squeezes her eyes shut until she sees stars. A brief pause, then the pulsing rhythm begins again. The throbbing between her legs is unbearable.
Her hips push back against the wand, except now it’s not a toy that she feels between her legs. The phallus pushing against her has become real. She wants so desperately to feel that phallus plunged deep inside her aching pussy lips. She arches her back and thrusts her hips back, willing her unseen lover to thrust his long hard cock deep within her. She cries out.
“Give it to me—give me your cock! Please don’t deny me any longer!”
She’s begging, desperate to be fucked. Desperate to be taken.
Then, she feels it.
A long, hard cock slides into her. She arches her back and thrusts her hips back, meeting the masculine force behind her. She grabs the bedsheets, nearly tearing them apart with her fingers.
She cries out.
“Yes, oh God yes—fuck me with that cock. Fuck me so hard!”
Her body convulses. This is what she wanted so badly. This is what she craved. Her mind is awash with images. Her husband stroking his cock, watching her. The camera, capturing her every desire. The unseen cock between her legs. The quiet interior of her bedroom, where she is on all fours, dressed in her most provocative lingerie, putting on the most erotic show she can fathom.
“Fuck, yes! Fuck me just like that!” she screams.
Her body continues to thrust back and forth. She can feel it now. A lover. A cock sliding in and out of her. It’s unfamiliar in its rhythm. It penetrates her deeply, giving her everything she craved.
“Oh, God!” she gasps.
Her body explodes. A deep, rushing river comes crashing through the surface of her skin. Her hips drive backwards. Her legs quiver as her pussy erupts with a gushing spray of liquid.
“I’m coming! I’m fucking coming so fucking hard!”
Her screams pierce the stillness of her bedroom, before returning to mere whimpers, then silence. Her body relaxes. She catches her breath. She is aware of the toy continuing to pulse between her legs. Normally, she would remove it, satisfied by a series of fulfilling orgasms.
Not tonight.
She needs more.
She rolls over and spreads her legs apart. The toy remains pressed against her bare pussy. She thrusts her hips up and down as she holds the thick heavy phallus in place as if the toy were not a toy at all. She moves her body as if it were a cock in front of her, about to take her once again. She squeezes her breasts, pushing them together, as her fingers tantalise her nipples. The incessant fire between her legs spreads through her entire body. She rolls her hips, imagining a lover has somehow stepped into her bedroom. She imagines her husband is still watching as a stranger approaches the bed and strips naked before her, his thick, hard cock standing erect just a mere few feet away.
Would her husband want to watch her touch that cock, and suck it between her lips? Would he want to watch her fondle the stranger’s balls, and run her tongue up and down his thick shaft? Would he want to watch her lay back and spread her legs, and accept the stranger’s cock inside her?
Yes, she thinks he would.
She stares at the camera. Her eyes narrow into dark slits of desire. Her husband is watching. She wants him to know just how aroused she is by the thought of him touching himself. She wants him to know just how turned on she is by the idea of her body on full display for an unseen audience. She wants him to know just how badly she loves the idea of teasing him, until he can no longer take it. She wants him to know this is something she has wanted for a long time.
“I’m going to make you explode,” she whispers.
She spreads her lips apart and pushes the wand against her clit. She screams.
“Oh, God yes!” she cries out as her body convulses. “I’m coming! I’m coming! He’s making me come so hard!”
She thrusts her hips against the phallus between her legs. Her inhibitions are gone. She desperately reaches for the stranger’s cock before her. All she can imagine is his thick, hard cock plunging into her. Again and again, she screams as wave after wave of bliss rolls through her, taking her new lover’s cock as her husband watches.
She cries out in a final scream of pleasure, then collapses. Her body goes inert. Her breath is gone. Her strength has been taken from her. She remains motionless, bathed in pure satisfaction.
Slowly she rolls over and sets her toy aside, and turns to face her audience.
She stares at the camera. She can’t help the smile forming on her lips. Did her husband touch himself as she touched herself? Did they share in a moment of pure, unbridled joy? Did he pleasure himself as hard as she did? Did he hear her moaning and her cries of pleasure from imagining a stranger’s cock?
She can only hope that he did.
She can also only wonder who else might have been watching.
The End