November
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JESY
Jesy: Ladies, it has been a while. What toys are we using these days?
Isla: I’m eating my lunch.
Jesy: I hope it’s delicious. What do you masturbate with?
Isla: I don’t. Unlike you, it has not been a while, and I am more than satisfied.
Jesy: Show off.
Isla: Yeah, well. You shouldn’t have tainted my lunch.
Isla: But since we’re having this conversation, you can’t go wrong with a bullet. Ewan and I love a bullet.
Penny: Do not listen to the woman getting dicked down every night. Listen to the woman who is so painfully single she has tried every toy on the market.
Isla: What’s wrong with a bullet?
Penny: Nothing.
Penny: Not when used with a partner who is also doing things to you.
Penny: But it’s not going to make your toes curl on a solo expedition.
Jesy: Well, I am going solo. Jerry drinks so much he can barely get it up anymore. And when he can, it’s usually over in less than a minute, and I’m barely even warmed up.
Isla: Do you want to talk about it?
Jesy: You know what, Isla. Sure. I will talk to you and tell you everything. But first I need to cum and release some tension because I am grumpy, I am frustrated and I will end up saying a whole bunch of stuff I don’t mean.
Isla: Fair enough. Take it away, Pen.
Penny: If you want quick, intense, and delicious, go for the Satisfyer. And trust me when I say, build up to the top speed.
Penny: Then you’ve got the G-spot tickler.
It’s not got the girth, but it is designed to give you one hell of an orgasm.
If you want something to fuck? Honestly, go and find a dildo you like the look of and make sure it has a suction cup.
You can buy one with all the bells and whistles, but sometimes a girl just wants something to bounce on.
Isla: What the fuck is a G-spot tickler?
Penny: Ecstasy in the form of a sex toy.
Penny: You were single a long time before Ewan. What were you using to get off?
Isla: My boring bullet. What else?
Isla: Apparently, I need to broaden my horizons.
Penny: You can thank me later.
Penny: Jes? You’re awfully quiet.
Jesy: Done.
Isla: Done?
Jesy: I’ve just ordered the Satisfyer, a G-spot tickler, and a girthy little wonder with a suction cup.
Penny: You’re not messing around.
Jesy: You’re damn right I’m not. Delivery will be five to seven days. And it cannot come a moment too soon.
Penny: And neither can you apparently.
8 Nov | From: Brian Trainer | To: Jesy Pattinson
Subject: RE: Time to myself
Hey, no problem.
I’m seeing Rachel tonight, anyway. We’re going to paint pottery.
Also ‘I’ll just let you use your imagination when it comes to what I’m doing’ might be the evillest thing you’ve ever said to me.
You’re going to be alone. No distractions. You’ve mentioned a long soak in the bath, a pamper kit, and then … ‘use your imagination’.
You know what I’m imagining, Jesy.
Wicked woman.
Have fun doing whatever you’re doing and make sure you tell me all about it tomorrow.
Jesy
I laugh as I read Brian’s response and close my emails.
The long luxurious soak is behind me. I’ve pampered myself into a warm and relaxed state. All that’s left now is to soothe the near constant ache between my legs.
The three toys Penny suggested are lined up, ready to go. I’ve already got my eye on the Satisfyer after Penny’s description.
Quick, intense, and delicious sounds like the perfect warm-up.
And this orgasm is sorely needed. It has been too long since Jerry and I last had sex. And longer before that since he actually left me satisfied.
But beyond that, tonight is about… self-discovery.
I know my recent actions with Brian haven’t been… well they’ve not been as innocent as they once were. We’ve both crossed multiple lines, our flirting is tipping into explicit territory, and there have been times I’ve found myself wondering…
Fantasising.
I’ve tried not to think about it too much. Tried not to give weight to all these… emotions I’ve been feeling. Brian and I are close. It makes sense he’s taken centre stage in my need for something more.
But that’s the key distinction.
I don’t want Brian. I just don’t want Jerry.
And I’m going to prove it tonight. On the laptop, I’ve loaded up a video under the cheating category. Other tags include sneaky, forbidden, dangerous.
All words I’d have been horrified by just a few months ago.
Now they sound like a dream come true.
I drop my robe and get comfortable on the bed, hitting play on the video. I almost want to laugh at the absurdity of it all, but I guess this is what happens when your husband is an alcoholic and a mean drunk.
The guy in the video is nice to look at, and as the tension builds between him and his co-star, I reach for the toy. Penny said to build up to top speeds but fuck that.
The toy buzzes to life and I click through the settings until it can’t go higher and place it straight over my clit.
“Holyfuckingshit!!”
There are no words to describe the intensity of pleasure that rocks through my body. I pull the toy away instinctively, breathing harder.
Alright. Penny was not messing around.
I take a calming breath, moving the toy back into place, focusing on the screen as clothes start flying. The pleasure is almost too intense, but I refuse to quit. I wanted fast. I wanted easy. And this thing gives me both.
I’m gonna cum in no time.
The male actor’s cock is just the right size and deliciously thick. I believe every single moan that comes out of his co-star’s mouth as he slams himself inside her. The tension between them is delicious, the wrongness of what they’re doing titillating.
And yet even with the crazy pulsing against my clit that should have left me panting in seconds, I’m not feeling it.
I sigh, closing the browser.
It’s fine. I was never much into videos anyway. I like to read my porn. I bring up my favourite website, dedicated to thousands of short erotic stories and immediately click the cheating tab.
I organise the stories by highest rated, scanning the titles until one jumps out.
“A woman’s marriage is tested as temptation enters her life… oh that’s perfect.”
I settle back on my pillow, quickly getting caught up in the story as I angle the toy, my moans filling the room. My orgasm is rapidly building, sweat covering my body.
Just a little more.
One more second.
Just…
I groan in frustration as I pull the toy away, tossing my phone to one side. What the fuck is wrong with me?
You’re avoiding what you really want.
God.
I shouldn’t.
I really fucking shouldn’t.
Unfortunately, I’ve spent far too many hours on a video call with Brian that it’s become too easy to imagine him as the temptation in the story. I know how he moves. I can picture him grabbing me. Kissing me.
Touching me.
My clit throbs, and I grab the Satisfyer one more time. I close my eyes, imagine his deep, sexy voice groaning in my ear as his body meets mine.
“Oh, fuck.”
I’ve crossed the line and there’s absolutely no going back, but the intensity of the toy, the detail of my fantasy, the memory of Brian and his voice.
I have no power to stop the strength of my orgasm, my hips rocketing towards the toy as I bite on my lip to stop his name falling from my mouth.
I wrench the toy away, my body slumping against the bed. Holy shit that was good.
So fucking good.
Too fucking good.
I giggle to myself and indulge in the post-orgasmic bliss. I’m not going to over think what did and did not work. It doesn’t have to mean anything unless I make it mean something.
It’s just a fantasy.
A silly unobtainable fantasy that given my marriage and his relationship is never going to happen.
A fantasy I absolutely want to indulge in again.
I giggle once more and slide off the bed, pulling on my robe. If I’m going to do that again, I need a drink. I leave the room and listen to the silence of the house. If Jerry heard me, he’s ignoring me.
Suits me just fine.
The reason he’s ignoring me becomes painfully obvious as I find him passed out on the kitchen floor, bottle rolling away from his hand. He must have just fallen.
“It’s been a while since you’ve let me catch you passed out, Jer. You must have been going super hard today.” I step over him and let the tap run for a moment, leaning against the counter as I watch him.
“You’re pathetic,” I murmur. “Do you even realise what you’re doing to us?”
I know he’s not going to answer. It’s hard to get so much as a grunt from him when he’s like this. But there’s something… off. He’s too quiet.
Too still.
“Jerry?”
I nudge him with my foot, turning my attention to his torso when he doesn’t answer me.
“Jerry? Honey?”
I fall to my knees beside him, gently shaking him. When that doesn’t work, I start to roll him, only for my heart to sink to my stomach and tears to blur my vision.
“Oh my god.”
I leap to my feet, scrambling to find my phone I now realise I’ve left upstairs. I rush towards my bedroom, taking the steps two at a time as I dial 999.
“Emergency. What service do you require?”
“A-ambulance,” I stammer, rushing back to Jerry’s side. “It’s my husband.”
“Connecting you now.”
There’s a click in my ear and I groan in frustration. “No! What a stupid system!” My hands fumble at Jerry’s neck, fingers pressing too hard, not hard enough. I can’t feel anything except my chest tightening.
You’re panicking. Calm down and you’ll find it.
I take a breath but before I can focus, there’s a voice in my ear.
“What’s the address of the emergency?”
Somehow, miraculously, I’m calm enough to recite our address. Jerry still hasn’t moved. I still can’t feel a pulse, though mine is fucking racing.
“Tell me exactly what’s happened.”
“I’ve found my husband unconscious. He’s not breathing, and I cannot feel a pulse.” Oh god, I can feel the tears falling. Not now. Not when I have more to say.
“He’s vomited though. He um… he has an alcohol problem.”
“Understood. An ambulance is on the way. I need you to lay your husband flat on his back.”