I had become so obsessed with the vibrator that I even dreamt about it.
Mondays and Wednesdays were football practise at the college. My routine was washing Zane’s boots in my bedroom bathroom the day before each practise, then leaving them on my balcony to dry for a few hours before putting it in his kit bag.
Afternoon naps had never been my thing, but being a housewife had taken its toll on me.
Hubby had started his business a year before I resigned from my job, and he had always been adamant about me staying at home. The countless hours he spent at the office were financially rewarding, but it left me unsatisfied in bed.
He took Sunday off only and spent most of the day on his laptop, preparing for the following week. Getting him to stick his dick inside me was like asking a sex addict to stop masturbating. That’s why I bought Masseur.
Who knew that it would turn out to be my best investment?
Zane would be back after practise at six, leaving me with two hours of fun when I returned home. Masseur popped into my head like always when I had me-time.
I had stashed Masseur in my lingerie draw so that hubby wouldn’t find it and be jealous. A smile appeared on my face when I whipped it out. Pity hubby’s isn’t this big.
I slipped out of my clothes and left them strewn on the floor before I lay on the edge of the bed. Masseur was thick and long – just the way I liked it. I spread my legs wide open and stuck in the vibrator. The best part was the piece that tickled my clitoris while Masseur rattled inside me.
My legs were in the air when the back of my head lowered onto the duvet. I closed my eyes and smiled as Masseur made me wet. My moans got louder when I jabbed the vibrator faster.
I grimaced and screamed before putting my feet on the bed and arching my back when Masseur hammered my vaginal wall. It felt so good that I did not want to stop, despite my wrist getting numb.
I kept raising my bum off the bed and lowering it. The tickling was incredible and drove me crazy. Keeping my eyes closed and imagining getting pounded by a stud made me hornier.
My leg trembled when my pussy dripped. I wanted to cum so bad, but that would bring my pleasure to an end. I pulled out Masseur and took several deep breaths.
“Oh, God, that feels good.”
I kept my eyes closed to immerse myself in the fantasy. After rubbing the vibrator around my pussy and teasing myself, I couldn’t wait any longer to stick it back inside.
I drilled Masseur inside me like a jackhammer. That was necessary to unleash the floodgates.
“Yes!” I screamed. “Yes! That feels so good.”
Both of my legs rattled before my climax. My bum raised off the bed as I arched my back and squirted.
I pulled out Masseur and tapped my pussy. More fluid splashed out of my pussy. I screamed. It felt amazing. After the last squirt, my chest expanded and contracted when I caught my breath.
I felt that somebody was in the room, so I opened my eyes and saw Zane gaping at me from the door. I closed my legs and sat upright.
“Sweetie, what are you doing here?”
He kept staring at me. I covered myself with my clothing and asked him again.
“I had to come back for my boots because you forgot to pack them.”
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