The room was cozy as I sat there. My husband was sitting on one couch while I sat on the other. The tv was on but I wasn't watching. The show that was playing held no interest for me. You did that. Yes YOU! My laptop sat open and we chatted back and forth via our chat program. As usual, our topic of conversation turned sexual. I wasn't surprised. Afterall, we are both sexually charged with desire when we were together. I was however disappointed that my husband was home. You were free to stroke and tease yourself until you exploded. I however, sat only a few feet away from my husband.
I had so much fun teasing you with my words. I could tell that you were being built to astronomical heights. I could tell from your responses that you were pleasuring yourself.
I wanted to ease my own sexual tension so badly. I started to reason with myself. I was covered with a blanket. How would anyone know where my hand was? Or for that matter, how would he know what my hand was doing? Oh my word, I wanted to touch myself so bad. No, I NEEDED to touch myself. Your words had excited me beyond reason.
My hand slipped under the blanket. I kept up my steady responses to you, enjoying our sexual banter. My hand reached into my shorts and my questing finger slipped into the warm slit of my womanly desire. I almost gasped out loud as the hot wet heat surrounded my finger. I remembered to reign in my response at the last second though. Once my finger was thoroughly wet, I moved it to my engorged clit and began to lightly circle it with my finger. My body strained as the hot sexual heat poured over me. It was so difficult to keep from moving. I wanted to give into the sensations that poured over me, but I knew that I would get caught with my hands down my pants...literally. And getting caught now would reveal our relationship. So I used every ounce of my willpower to keep my natural and often involuntary reactions hidden.
I talked to you and egged you on toward you own orgasm even as mine grew and threatened to boil over. You don't know how much I wanted to scream out my pleasure. Pleasure that was brought on by your words and my finger.
I could sense when you finally lost control and that caused me to give in to the pleasure that was coiled tightly inside. I picked up the pace, working my finger frantically against my clit. I forced my breathing to remain neutral and steady as my body tensed up with an unimaginable explosion.
My words and typing took secondary importance as I worked to hide every sign of my secretive climax. Finally I returned my attention to the computer and to our stimulating conversation. As I told you about what had just transpired, I looked across the room at my husband....he had no clue. I had pulled off the ultimate orgasm in secret.
Now I want to know when we can play again. I want to see if I can add toys to my stealth playtime.
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