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LILY-ROSE'S POV
I woke up with my pussy soaking wet and aching for some dick.
The friction of the lace panties against my clit made my toes curl. I reached over to the other side of the king-sized bed, hoping to feel Jimmy's warm skin, but the spot was cold. Again. I didn't even know how many nights it had been like this. I had literally lost count.
I sat up and looked at the clock. It was early, and the house was dead silent. Yesterday had been our ten-year wedding anniversary. I had planned everything. I sent our four children to his parents' house for the whole weekend so we could finally have some peace and quiet.
Jimmy had promised he'd be home for a romantic dinner and some much-needed alone time, but instead, I spent the night drinking wine by myself.
I looked at the nightstand. The candles I'd lit were just piles of cold wax now. My red silk scarf was still draped over the lamp, a reminder of the things I wanted him to do to me with it.
I groaned and flopped back onto the pillows. I had really expected to get my back blown out and my pussy stretched out last night. I was starving for it.
I grabbed my phone and saw a notification. It was an email from Jimmy sent at 3:00 AM saying he had to pull another all-nighter at the law firm.
I know he works hard to provide for us, but it wasn't like I wanted to be a stay-at-home mom forever. I used to be a monster in the courtroom.
When I worked at the firm, I was actually his superior. I was a force to be reckoned with back then. But after he asked me out for what felt like the hundredth time, I finally said yes.
The next thing I knew, I'd been married for ten years, had four kids, and hadn't had a proper orgasm from my husband in five. Even when we do have sex, I have to play with my own clit while he's inside me just to finish.
I'm a sexual person. I always have been.
But lately, we didn't even have time to kiss. I sighed and felt a cool breeze hit my chest. I looked down and saw my boobs had spilled completely out of my nightgown. Any woman with big breasts knows how it is. I was a 44D before I had kids, but after the last one, they doubled in size. They were heavy, aching, and my nipples were hard enough to cut glass.
Looking at myself in the mirror across from the bed made my stomach flip. I wanted to be filled. I wanted Jimmy's cock inside me until I creamed all over him. Since he wasn't here to do the job, I decided I was going to do it myself and make sure he saw exactly what he was missing.
I grabbed my camera stick from the closet and set my phone on it. I hit the record button and crawled back onto the bed. I got on my knees, facing the camera, making sure the lighting caught every curve.
"Morning, honey," I cooed. I stared directly into the lens and stuck my tongue out, licking my lips slowly. I reached up and grabbed my breasts, squeezing them together so they spilled over my hands. "Ohhh, Jimmy. I want you to come home right now so you can fuck these titties."
I slipped the straps of my lingerie down and let the gown fall to my waist. My tits were on full display now. I spat into my palms and rubbed my saliva all over my nipples, teasing them until they were screaming.
"I want you to suck them, baby. Suck them just like this," I yelled. I could feel my pussy contracting. I shifted my position and sat on my ass with my knees pulled up high. "This pussy misses you so much."
I stripped the rest of the lingerie off until I was just in my black lace thong. I spread my legs as wide as they could go, giving the camera a perfect view of my crotch. "Do you miss this pussy, Jimmy? Do you miss how it feels when it grips you?"
I pressed my middle finger over the fabric of the thong, right on my clit. I started rubbing in fast, hard circles. My body bucked, and I let out a loud whimper. I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked on them until they were dripping wet, then I reached down and slid the thong to the side.
I didn't even needed to wet my fingers. My pussy was already glistening. I used my right hand to hold the lace out of the way while I plunged my left middle finger deep inside myself. The sound was loud...a wet, squishing noise that filled the quiet room.
"Ahhhh!" I moaned. I started fingering myself fast, twisting my wrist and screaming Jimmy's name. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. I added a second finger, stretching my hole open. My titties were bouncing in every direction because of how hard I was pumping. The bed frame was creaking and banging against the wall, but I didn't care.
I closed my eyes and pictured Jimmy behind me. I imagined him grabbing my hair and slamming my face into the pillows while he railed me from the back. That thought sent me over the edge. Soon I felt my pussy muscles vibrating around my fingers.
"Jimmy, I'm cumming! Yes! Fuck, yes!" I screamed. My internal walls clamped down on my fingers, and I came so hard my back arched off the bed. I felt the heat pour out of me, coating my hand and the sheets.
I fell back against the pillows, completely spent. I kept my legs open for a few more seconds so the camera could catch the juice leaking out of me. Once I caught my breath, I stood up and stopped the recording.
I watched the video twice. Seeing myself look so desperate and hungry made me wet all over again. I fingered myself for another minute just watching the playback. I trimmed the video to the perfect length, and then I attached the file and sent it straight to Jimmy's email.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my heart racing. I could just imagine him sitting at his big mahogany desk, opening that email in the middle of a serious phone meeting. I hoped his face turned bright red. I hoped he felt as bothered as I did.
I went to the bathroom to clean up, but I couldn't stop thinking about him seeing it. I took a quick shower, letting the water hit my sore breasts, and then I got dressed in a tight sundress with no bra and no panties. If he came home today, I wanted to be ready.
I went downstairs and made a pot of coffee. I kept checking my phone every two minutes. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Finally, my phone buzzed on the counter.
It was a text from Jimmy. ~I'm leaving the office right now. We need to have a serious talk.~
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