Chapter 1 - Susan | Chapter 1 - Edward
It had been two weeks since our son James had left for his semester abroad. We hadn’t been alone in our home in eighteen years, and now everything was just quiet. Even the dogs were tamer. I had pondered the thought that maybe it was James that had brought the fun and adventure into our marriage, but that just felt wrong. Or I at least hoped it was wrong.
I had wandered around the Barnes & Noble for almost an hour now, looking for a new book to read. I was about to give up when I saw that one of my favorite authors had a new book released just last week. The cover looked sinfully delicious, and I was almost embarrassed purchasing it. But there I was, standing in line, holding the steamy covered book in my hand.
“Oh, this is a good one. I just love her work,” the cashier said.
“I do too, the last one was,” I waved my hand in front of my face, “hot.”
“You’re telling me! Your total is forty dollars and nineteen cents.”
Tapping my phone on the card reader, I paid for the book, took the free paper bookmark offered and walked out of the store. My afternoon just got booked. I walked into the house with a newfound strut in my stride. Things weren’t quite so bleak. I got settled on the couch in the study and opened my new book to page one.
Minutes ticked by as my eyes scanned the pages, my fingers quickly turning them to get to the next scene, and the next scene. Thirty minutes later, my body was warm, my nipples hard, and my pussy was aching to find some adventure. Those first two chapters had been filled with such fire that I needed to take a moment and cool down.
I looked at the clock and knew that I was home alone. What I really needed was an orgasm. Edward and I hadn’t had sex in months, not since his birthday. We had talked about once James was away from the house. We would have it more, but that hadn’t happened yet. We were just too much in a rut.
But that didn’t mean I couldn’t take matters into my own hands.
I walked through the house to my bedroom and opened my side table, pulling out my bullet. I knew Edward was still at work and it wouldn’t take more than a few minutes. I would still be able to have dinner ready for him without him even knowing what had happened. Padding my way back across the house, I slipped my shorts off and laid down on the couch. I put my toy in position against my clit and opened the book back up.
Reading about the engorged cock thrusting in and out of her wet pussy made me crave sex. I clicked on the bullet and felt that sudden jolt against my clit. I moaned out in pleasure, feelings of enjoyment. I needed and wanted this release. My left hand maneuvered the small but powerful device so that I got the maximum sensations. I let out moan after moan as the orgasm moved across my body. I didn’t hold back as the sensations carried me down this journey.
When the moment was over, my body felt sweaty and tired. My knees were wobbly, my thighs numb. The orgasm had been a powerful one. I spent most of the time picturing the character from the book sucking on my clit, just like he had done in the story. I was oblivious to what was going on around me. All I was focused on was regrouping and finding the strength to stand up again.
Oblivious intriguing is there any one else present?