Chapter 2: Sarah's pleasure time
The car rolled to a stop outside their suburban house, flinging Sarah out of her thoughts as if a invisible rubber band had torn her mind from a beautiful daydream. As she gathered her things, she paused, looking at her reflection in the rearview mirror. Her eyes danced with fatigue and pent-up lust that had been building throughout her long day of work, and her lips seemed almost swollen with desire.
She finally stepped out of the car, her bare feet sinking slightly into the loose, dewy grass of their garden before making her way to the front door.
Her mind was still reeling from the exquisite fantasy she had entertained during the drive home, and the heated flush on her rain-wet skin hinted at her open desire.
Jim had texted her earlier this morning, "Be ready for me tonight, wife…" and she had replied with a simple, "Always, lover." She meant every word of it, her heart fluttering with the promise of their forbidden moment together. But she was horny now and needed some release before he got home.
She pulled the covers off the bed, revealing the hidden toy box she played with while Jim was still at work. She opened it, revealing her usual toys she played with, all lined up and ready for use.
Sarah smiled wickedly, her fingers tracing the cold metal of a vibrator. She slipped under the covers, a sigh of pleasure escaping her lips as she sank into the warmth of the bed. She tugged at the silky strings of her thong, pulling them down her thighs and tossing them to the floor.
The cool air brushed against her wet pussy lips, sending shivers down her spine. With her eyes closed, she inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the damp, earthy scent of their bedroom.
Grasping the lightweight toy that was lying atop the rest, Sarah eagerly pulled her legs aside, exposing the slickness of her needy pussy. A beam of moonlight pierced through the curtains, casting an ethereal glow on her glistening form.
Her fingers trembled slightly as she strapped the first vibrator to her clit.
Its powerful hum made her groan aloud, the sensation shooting straight to her core. She closed her eyes, sinking deep into the cloud of ecstasy that was building within her.
Slowly, Sarah brought one hand down to her engorged nipple, rubbing and twisting it in time to the pulsating beats of her climax. The sensations were overwhelming, but she pushed forward, wanting to lose herself in this singular moment.
A gasp escaped her lips as she switched the vibrator to a higher setting, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her.
Sarah pressed her head into the pillow, biting down on the fabric as she rolled her hips against the toy, relishing the feeling of its hum on her throbbing clit.
Jim was still at work, but anticipation surged through her for tonight. She wanted him to see what she could do on her own, the skills she'd learned over the years of satisfying her insatiable libido. She wanted him to lose control like she was about to.
As she massaged her breast with her free hand, thoughts of her husband's body sent another surge of heat to her core.
He was larger than any other man she had ever been with—it was almost painful and surprisingly exhilarating. That stiff, stuck-out dick of his was always ready for her, always demanding, and she loved it.
She knew she would never find anyone else who could satisfy her the way Jim did. She made a quick choice, abandoning the isolation of her bedroom, and tiptoed to the laundry room, where she found Jim's underwear.
She started rubbing her wet pussy with his briefs, humping the fabric as she moaned softly.
"Fuck, Jim, I can't wait till later tonight," she whispered to the darkness.
She shoved two fingers inside of herself, while her thumb grazed her clit, pressing and rubbing in small quick circles. Her eyes closed, relishing sensations brought by her husband's underwear and her own hand.
The sight of her wetness on the fabric only made her want him even more.
Her other hand started working her nipple, pinching it hard, enjoying the small twinge of pain. This only added to the pleasure coursing through her veins.
Sarah imagined Jim's response when he found out about this new twist she'd added to their secret role play. It sent a tingle down her spine, adding to the desperate hunger building within her loins.
Her fingers moved faster within her, and it was only when her orgasm overwhelmed her that she finally cried out in pleasure. And in that moment, she felt completely satisfied.
Her trembling body fell still as the last ripples of her climax faded away. Her fingers slid out of her wetness, coming to rest on her belly before falling limply to the side. She let out a long sigh, savoring the fading euphoria that settled over her like a warm blanket.
She glanced at Jim's underwear on the floor beside her, still damp with her arousal. A little secret that she knew would drive him wild once he discovered it.
Sarah picked up the wet underwear, brought it to her nose, and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of Jim's masculine aroma entwined with her own essence. She let out a low, sultry moan before tossing his briefs back into the laundry basket.
It only made her horny again. The need grew inside her again.
It was an immediate, persistent throb in her clit each time she thought about Jim. How he would slip inside of her, spreading her thighs as he did. How he would fuck her slow and deep, his fingers lacing with hers and his lips brushing against her ear. She loved every second of it, especially when he would pull out and watch her stroke herself the rest of the way.
She felt the ache now as she remembered. Her breasts were heavy, tingling alongside that sweet, wet pressure between her legs. Sarah wanted to feel him, really feel him inside of her again.
The taste of him, the way he would take ownership of her body, the way he would fill her to the brim and then some—it was insatiable.
She picked up her phone and sent Jim a simple message: "How much longer do you think you'll be, honey?"
Within moments, her phone buzzed. She saw those blue eyes appear on-screen, complete with a devilish smile. "A few hours yet. Why do you ask, darling?"
She let out an exasperated moan, one that echoed beautifully in her quiet bedroom.
Her hands trembled as she placed the phone on the mattress, right beside her exposed, damp pussy. She craved him so badly her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest.
"I can't wait, Jim," Sarah murmured to herself, unable to resist the temptation. She found one of her favorite toys, a thick, veiny silicone cock—a near-perfect replica of her husband's own.
It sent her mind on a loop, imagining it was Jim himself, driving into her with all the force behind his longing.
Her fingers danced along her clit, circling and pressing, building a crescendo of heat and throbbing need within her core. Her breath hitched as she wrapped her fingers around the phallus, slowly stroking it to match the rhythm of her own increasingly quick breaths.
She wanted to be consumed by him. She arched her back and spread her legs, imagining Jim's body hovering above hers.
Her hips moved in circles, teasing, taunting, and whimpering in need.
The throbbing of her clit demanded satisfaction. Her fingers moved faster along the toy, the friction from the veins sending a wave of pleasure throughout her body.
She wanted to feel him everywhere. To taste him, to be consumed by him. Her other hand joined the first, pulling and twisting her nipple until the pain melded with her pleasure.
With two fingers inside of herself, she mimicked the thrusts she imagined Jim would deliver later that night.
The combination of her hand masked as her husband and the thick, veiny replica left her gasping for breath. She bit her lower lip, grinding against the dildo as if it were him, raising her hips to immerse herself deeper.
The vibrator caressed her throbbing clit in time with her growing passion. Each pulsation made her body shiver in anticipation for what was to come. Sarah's mind wandered back to the few stolen moments they had shared in that posh hotel suite months ago.
Jim's lustful gaze as he ravaged her body, the weight of his fullness stretching and filling her until she was breathless.
Her body convulsed as she imagined the sensation of him being there now, relentlessly pounding into her, pushing her closer with each thrust towards the pinnacle of pleasure. Her fingers moved furiously, frantically chasing the wave of euphoria building deep inside of her.
Her breasts bounced in sync with her ragged breaths, her erect nipples grazing against the silky sheets under her. She pounded her pussy with the dildo faster and harder, cursing the very existence of the stupid cock ring she still wore around her set of anal beads, slowing her tempo.
Grumbling under her breath, she slipped it off and tilted the toy on its side, using the flared base to penetrate her ass. Finally, she gritted her teeth, relieved to have removed the added tension from around her clit. Now that both toys were in play, she felt herself close to the edge.
Her fingers were trembling, nails digging into her palms, and she squeezed her eyes shut, pushing her body over the precipice.
"Fucking hell, Jim!" Sarah screamed to the empty room, her voice echoing in the quiet darkness. Her orgasm crashed through her like a wave against the shore, drowning her, taking her under into pure euphoria.
Her legs shook, and her hips twitched, grinding herself into the two toys, seeking deeper, harder pleasure. She bit down on her lower lip, trying to mute the anguished cries before they could breach her lips, but it was no use. Each wave threatened to tear a ragged moan from deep within her core.
She let go, her head thrown back in full submission to the mounting pleasure.
"Goddamn you, Jim!" Her voice was raw, gravelly, straining against the intensity that bloomed within her lightless chamber. Closing her eyes once again, she sighed and grinded her hips against both toys, the friction igniting a primal fire within her amateur sex chat.
Her writhing amateur sex webcam gained pace, her movements increasingly drenched in fervor.
She tugged at her hard nipple, twisting and pinching it as sharp waves of pleasure swept over her.
"Jim, I'm so close. Fuck, I need to feel your cock inside me."
She didn't know he would be watching from work via their secret webcam or not, but speaking those words sent a blaze of wicked anticipation licking up her spine.
The dildo slid in and out with the practiced ease of a long-time lover, its intrusion accompanied by the quiet whirring of the vibrator on her clit.
Sarah moaned aloud at the sensation of fullness, her wetness dripping down her thighs and coating the toy completely. She had one arm thrown back over her head, limp and boneless as her other hand played and rubbed at her aching breasts. She gasped and arched her back as the crescendo of pleasure built within her.
Her mouth was slightly open, panting raggedly as she felt the rising wave of her orgasm approach.
Sarah launched herself into a dance of physical abandonment, undulating her body, swaying her hips, and thrashing about relentlessly as she fucked herself.
She let go, her legs shaking with the exertion of her passion. She rocked her hips back and forth, a symphony of craving, want, and hunger bubbling up within her. Her voice, a hoarse, lustful whisper, called out for more. The dual torrents of vibrations in her pulsating clit and her tight ass threatened to take her apart. She'd chased this pleasure for too long and was teetering at the edge of a climax she desperately craved.
Each grind of her hips grew more desperate, and she pushed the dildo deeper into her slick folds, panting and moaning with a fevered urgency that shook her core.
Her body felt like a wildfire, burning for his touch, for the thrusts she knew he would deliver later tonight—if only she could hold out long enough.
His eyes roamed over her sweat-drenched frame as she arched her back and bucked her hips under the relentless waves of her impending orgasm.
And with a high pitched scream the orgasm hits her.
Sarah arching her back, her throat ripping, only getting louder as she cums, prolonging the pleasured agony. The walls of her cunt shuddering around the thick, vibrating phallus filling her. Sweat beaded on her brow, trickling down her face, streaking her makeup. And still shaking, Sarah lets out a final low groan and falls back onto the bed.
Her limbs are shuddering, her heart thundering wildly in her chest—and yet there is not a single ounce of relief within her. Not a bit of rest.
Her body is on fire with want, craving the real thing.
Like a wildfire, she is consumed by her lustful fantasies of Jim. His body, towering and powerful, always ready to claim her once more. She could see it now: the two of them entwined in their bed together, Jim's hips thrusting with primal hunger as he plunged inside her.
Her thighs would be trembling with anticipation, the warmth of her desire spilling onto their sheets. She wondered if he would come home to find her wet and ready—but then, he likely already knew. He always seemed to know.
Her skin was prickled with goosebumps, a chill running down her spine despite the summer heat. Her mind wandered to an image of Jim's naked body against hers, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer as he filled her.
He saw and heard the whole thing through his phone.
It was the most erotic show he had ever witnessed, and he couldn't contain his excitement anymore.
Finally, at the sound of her orgasmic moans, Jim burst into the bedroom. Sarah, still panting, tired but quickly aroused again at the sight of her husband, propelled herself forward to embrace him. Her heart fluttered with excitement as they met each other in a passionate kiss.
He quickly shed his work clothes, and, with a hungry gaze, admired the mess his beautiful wife had left on the bed.
His hands found her hips, gripping her tightly, and Sarah's thighs quivered as she, feeling the warmth of his skin against her own, wrapped her legs around his waist.
The head of Jim's cock brushed against her soaked entrance, sending a jolt of pleasure up her spine as she shivered in anticipation. She bit down on her lower lip and groaned, unable to contain the overwhelming desire.
"Take me, Jim. Please. I need you," she begged breathily, nails clawing at his muscular back.
Her pussy trembled, craving him, aching to feel his shaft deep within.
He teased her with the head of his cock on her clit
Please, please fuck me! Fill me up with your cock. Jim loved to make her beg.
He relished the sound of her voice raised in desperation, pleading for release. He rolled his hips forward and pressed the head of his cock against her throbbing, swollen clit. She gasped, her eyes fluttering open before closing again, lost in the pleasure forming deep within her slick folds.
He slipped his fingers between her moist lips, tangling them within the wetness of her, sliding deep into her with expert precision.
Sarah's mouth fell open, her eyes rolling back as the feelings washed over her. She threw her head to the pillow, whimpering with the powering urges coursing through her.
Swearing drunkenly, Jim whispered, "You're always so fucking wet for me, you little slut."
Hearing his voice caused a shiver to run up her spine. The way he called her pet names, claimed her body with filthy language.
The encounters they shared were always riddled with obscenities and raw desire, fueled by their mutual lust and passion. He held nothing back when their bodies met, embracing every accusation and insatiable need they growled at one another.
As Sarah's throat convulsed, releasing a low, guttural moan, Jim finally gave in to his own primal hunger. Seizing her hips, he slammed his cock inside her, burying himself balls-deep within the confines of her slick, greedy cleave.
The wanton moans she emitted were muted by her mouth now tunneling between his legs, pleading for his forgiveness with wet and seeking tongue.
Jim was unfathomably hard, his thrusts matched with a wild abandon that echoed her own unrestrained passion. The landslide of their paired climaxes was a tidal wave that swamped them beneath the violent pulsations and entwined limbs. There was nowhere left to hide as their bodies bowed and twisted under the wicked onslaught of their raw, unfettered desire.
Sarah grunted and arched her back, riding the swells of her climax in a wild, frenzied dance just inches from the edge. Each jolt and shake of her body sent an electric shockwave coursing down to meet Jim, amplifying her pleasure to new heights.
With each snarling thrust, sweeping hungry hands, and desperate moans, their bodies paid homage to just how much they needed, wanted, and craved each other.
Jim's hips slammed forward, burying himself balls-deep inside of Sarah, evoking a response that caused her to bite her lower lip to prevent an explosion from her throat. Her eyes brimmed with unrelenting want, her pupils now as black as obsidian, glinting with carnal hunger.
Kneading her engaged ass, he gritted his teeth savagely, relishing her sounds of pleasure—throwing her head back and throwing her hips forward to meet his enticing depths while her orgasm roared through her.
With a bestial growl, Jim forced his way to the end of his tolerance, pounding harder and deeper, sending her throaty cries spiraling into a torturous litany of pleasure.
Feeling the edge of climax fast approaching, Sarah clung to Jim's sweaty form with fierce desperation, hips locking into his, ready to climb that peak that housed his yellowness.
"Oh, God, Jim—I'm so close—!" she cried urgently. Her fingernails dug deep into his back, forcing him against her, to feel every bit of her trembling body.
The slick, grinding motions made them even hungrier, fueling the need for deeper thrusts, harder kisses, wetter moans.
Jim pulled himself out of her. And in one swift movement, flipped Sarah on her stomach and dragged her hips upward so that her ass was raised in the perfect position.
She squirmed and moaned, swatting at his hands, but Jim's grip around her ass was strong. An occasional whimper escaped her lips, knowing what he was about to do.
He ran his tongue forcefully around her ass, tasting her sweetness, hearing the sharp breath she took. Then he positioned his hard, throbbing cock at the entrance, frowned at the wetness that coated her, and said, "You fucking whore, you never change."
With a single thrust, he entered her in one smooth motion, causing her to gasp, her face pushed into the pillow.
He wrapped his strong hand around her throat, pulling her upright, her back arched, her tight ass his new point of focus.
Jim started to build up a steady rhythm as Sarah pushed back hard against him, shoving him even deeper into the tight channel of her ass. Neither of them could contain their groans of pleasure and satisfaction. He could feel her walls convulsing around him, clenching and unclenching, trying to keep her balance.
"Oh Jim! Yes, harder!" she moaned desperately, her voice a breathy whisper.
She could feel him stretching her out, filling her up in the most delectable way. "Yes, Jim…fuck me, fuck my tight little ass!"
Every stroke elicited a gasp of pure bliss and lustful abandon from Sarah. He felt her inner muscles tightening and throbbing around his cock, squeezing him like a vice as her moans grew in pitch and volume. They blended together, his guttural grunts harmonizing with her panting breathiness.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he growled, nipping at her ear.
Sarah cried out as he thrust deeper into her, her body stretched to the very limit, taking every inch he had to give.
Jim's hands grasped her hips, holding her still against his long, unrelenting strokes. Each one met with a whimper and breathless gasp from Sarah, her thighs trembling in anticipation of the bliss that was to come.
With building pleasure, Jim increased his tempo, slamming into her with all his force.
Each thrust elicited a high-pitched cry from Sarah, her voice muffled by the pillow—but still raw and wanton.
Sweat dripped from their foreheads, landslides of intense heat as they pressed together without restraint. Jim's hips moved with brutal rhythm as he drove deeper and harder, burying himself savagely within Sarah's depths.
Her moans turned into guttural cries of pure pleasure as her body surrendered to their unbridled passion. His grunts and groans grew more animalistic as he sought fulfillment beyond their connubial bond.
There was no shame, no inhibitions; it was the raw essence of their connection that transcended the boundaries of propriety.
The sheets below them crackled with the heat of their tangled bodies. Their heady mix of emotions fueled every fiber of their beings, demanding release and demanding more.
There was no time to catch their breath—only an irresistible drive to be consumed completely.
Jim yanked Sarah upward, his free hand snaking around her to seize her heavy, swaying breasts. He expertly pinched and twisted her nipples, causing her hips to buck, nearly throwing them both off rhythm.
Sarah's throat constricted under his grasp, his fingers pressing into her pale skin—an unyielding reminder of whose body she craved, whose touch set her on fire.
She could feel her orgasm lurching towards her like a freight train, the hazy corners of her vision darkening with each passing second. Her body tremored with need, close to giving in to the uncontrollable waves of ecstasy that pulsed within her. But Jim wasn't finished yet.
He sliced the backs of his fingers harshly across her breasts, catching her nipples between his meticulous digits one after the other.
Jim twisted them vindictively, causing Sarah to spasm and gasp as each breath was wrenched from her heaving frame. She sobbed into the pillow, grinding back against him, begging for more.
A beadlet of sweat trickled down the curve of her back, dousing the fiery surface of her skin that flamed with each brutal impact.
Jim's palm pressed harder around her throat, feeling her pulse tremor and dance under his touch.
He relished the taste of her salty skin and the sound of her haggard breathing, knowing she was lost to him.
He withdrew from her ass slowly, his cock drawing out to feel the sweet wetness of their sex meld into a puddle beneath them. Each drawing back caused a frustrated moan to escape her lips, her trembling legs trying to pull him back to her as she returned his thrust.
But Jim had no intention of leaving yet. He admired her commitment to her passion, her relentlessness, and her total devotion.
Jim's body hummed with satisfaction at the sight before him. His hand strayed back to Sarah's hip, and he savored the shudder that ran down her spine as his fingertips brushed the curve of her ass.
He teased her entrance, slipping a fingertip inside her. "You want another taste, Sarah?"
"Yes, Jim," she whimpered, forcing her hips backward in a wordless plea for more.
Her hot and slick depths clenched around him, urging Jim onwards.
Sarah thrust up, meeting Jim's hard length, savoring the delicious invasion.
"Goddamn you..." she mumbled against his neck, insults and compliments intertwining in a seductive strain of filth and love.
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Jim's rhythm intensified, building up a storm that dragged Sarah along.
"Harder, Jim. Fuck, yes"—she arched her back, batting her head against his broad chest.
He complied willingly. With an animalistic growl, he drove into her. Sweat-slicked skin slapped together as Jim's hips crashed against her upturned ass.
His heart thundered, jumbled breaths echoing through the still air as Jim caved to her demands.
Sarah's lustful cries spurred him on, her muscles tightening around his cock, drawing him deeper with each frenzied thrust.
His balls smacked against her clit, eliciting involuntary jolts of pleasure from them both. Their bodies, slickened with sweat and heaving breaths, embraced the symphony of primal passion as they entwined on the bed.
"Jim, I'm going to cum again," Sarah panted, gripping the sheets beneath her. Her back arched beautifully as she raised her hips higher, inviting him in deeper still.
His cock plunged into her aching depths with a feverish urgency that sent chills down her spine.
Their thrusts became more frenzied, their gasps for breath, and the wetness slicking between them growing with each passing moment.
Her back arched up even further as the sweet agony of release was almost upon her. Suddenly, with a deep moan, she felt the explosion of warmth rush from the deepest parts of her soul. The orgasm consumed her, rippling through every nerve ending in her body like waves crashing upon the shore.
Her vision went white for a moment, the sound of her own voice ringing in her ears, moaning in delirious pleasure.
Jim, feeling her body quiver and clench around him, couldn't hold back any longer and let out a deep guttural groan as he released his load into her. His hips twitched with every pulse, his hot seed filling her up inside.
Their bodies, still joined together, swayed as aftershocks pulsed between them. Jim's chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his forehead resting on her damp shoulder.
Sarah's heartbeat throbbed wildly in her ears, pulsing in rhythm with the steady thrum of afterglow that consumed them both.
Sarah's voice was but a low whisper, "Fuck, Jim. That was—" She paused dramatically, searching for the most apt word. "Insane."
The word hung in the air between them, a testament to the wickedness of their love.
Jim's labored breathing filled the room as he tried to find the energy to respond.
"That was... more than I bargained for," he said, a weak smile on his face.
Sarah chuckled, turning to look at him over her shoulder. Her eyes were still glazed with bliss. "You loved every second of it, don't lie."
Jim grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist, his softening cock slipping out of her gradually. Sarah shivered as the cool air replaced the warmth his body once offered.
"What's the plan now?" Jim asked, pecking her on the temple.
"Dinner and drinks at eight, at our usual place. I booked a table for two," he replied, her mind still clouded with the ravaging passion they had shared moments earlier.
Sarah's eyes gleamed with desire as she felt Jim's cock growing stiff against her hip. "Well, if I'm behaving myself, maybe you'll treat me just right after dinner," she retorted suggestively.
She goes to the shower to get ready for tonight . Jim watched her walk towards the bathroom, her hips swaying seductively under her silk robe. He admired the curve of her waist and the flex of her toned thighs with a primal hunger that still lingered from their wild escapade.
"I hope you're hungry for more than just dinner," Jim called after her, his voice low and sultry.
She turned her head to flash a wicked grin back at him before disappearing behind the door and closing it with a soft click.
Jim heard the faint hiss of the shower's water pulsing to life, and he leaned back against the soft mattress of their bed.
Taking a deep breath, his body still hummed with satisfaction, and desire tugged at his loins as her words echoed through his mind: he hoped he was hungry for more than just dinner. He smirked, knowing full well he was ready for her once again.
He turned on the camera to watch her. To see her nude body once more. To see if she would do anything while she was in there.
The vision before his eyes never disappointed.
With the water running over her sleek, brown hair, exposing her lithe figure stripped bare, Sarah stood facing the glass door of the shower enclosure. Jim breathed deeply, admiring every curves and angles she presented to him.
With each turn she took to grab another item, her lithe fingers grasping the soap or body wash in her slick hands, hope bloomed within him.
Slowly, deliberately, she ran a slippery lather over one exquisite breast.
Her hand wandered, her fingertips tracing deliciously across a taut nipple. Sarah rolled her head back; her moan gave Jim an idea of the sinful pleasure she was experiencing as she explored her luscious curves.
In his mind, Jim's own hands began exploring her again; her body felt slick and soapy under his rough palms. The way her nipples stiffened into rosy buds when he tugged gently on them, the way her breath caught in her throat.
The heat rushing to her cheeks, down her neck, and between her thighs, soaking her core in a desperate need for him.
On-screen, Sarah's hands roamed, slid, and lingered over the soft curves of her body: from the swell of her breasts to the triangle of silky hair between her legs. As she bit her lower lip, Jim felt his cock stirring once more. Watching her was as if he was touching her, right there with her in that very moment.
His hand trailed down his firm, muscular abs until it met his hardening shaft.
Jim wrapped his long, thick fingers around the growing girth, stroking himself in sync with every move Sarah made in the shower. The sight was just too much to resist.
With heavy-lidded eyes, he watched her run her fingers through her soaking wet hair before leaning back against the cold tiles of the shower stall. He took in every curve of her wet, slick body as the water cascaded down, washing away all proof of their earlier escapades.
Sarah idly ran her hands over her body, letting them glide over her breasts, circling each nipple until they were hard and achingly sensitive.
Jim stroked his shaft firmly while watching her longingly. His heartbeat increased, echoing the sharp breathing that he could almost hear through the thick bathroom door. His other hand drifted up to grasp and knead his balls, tugging gently as Sarah's hand slipped between her thighs.
His body tensed as she spread her lips apart, rubbing her swollen clit with each soft moan escaping from her throat.
Through the screen, Jim watched Sarah's other hand snake up to pinch an already rigid nipple, rolling and tugging at it with wanton abandon. Her fingers slipped inside her slick folds, in and out, at the same measured, steady rhythm she used to touch herself when they were both present in the same room.
The need slowly building inside of her as she moans.
Sarah sinks lower in the tub, a moan bubbling up as her fingers slip inside of her, the tender flesh inside pulsing and trembling with need.
"I wish you were here with me," she whispered to the empty bathroom. Her fingers work their way in and out of her drenched core, the movements of her hand speeding up as the pleasure begins to spiral up inside of her.
Her body tremors, and she bites her lip to keep from moaning too loudly.
She grabs the shower head and takes it down do her needy clit.
She moans softly at the touch she gives herself. Jim can hear everything through the camera. He lets go of his shaft and widens his legs, stroking his balls with one hand and the base of his throbbing cock with the other.
The camera focuses in on Sarah's fine, toned form, her curves glistening under the bright bathroom lights. The water pours over her as she rubs her clit harder. The suction of the shower head against her sensitive bud causes her to moan louder, and Jim can hear her breath hitching.
She removes it and begins sliding her fingers in and out of her drenched sex, matching the rhythm she had set when he watched her earlier.
"Fuck, Jim. I wish you were here," she says, just above a whisper, "touching me, fucking me."
Her words send a jolt of raw, electrifying lust down Jim's spine. He grabs his thick cock and resumes stroking it firmly, the memory of her pussy's warmth and wetness on his fingers.
Through the camera, he sees her biting her lip as she focuses on the rhythm between her thighs. Her fingers plunge in and out with such eagerness, each drive sending a ripple of pleasure across her stunning form. Sarah moans, and Jim can't help but swallow hard. Just hearing those moans ignited a fire within him, filling the room with an air that crackles with lust.
He draws his palm firmly up and down his shaft, each movement adding fuel to the growing flame.
Her words were as potent as physical caresses to his overheated loins, and the room seemed to spin a little.
In the shower, Sarah moans louder and louder, the sound resonating between Jim's thighs. She knows what that sound does to him, and she revels in it.
The urge to throw caution to the wind and enter her before she cums takes hold of him. Instead, he lets himself give in to the sensation of her words, picturing every detail in his mind and enriching it with his memories.
His expert hand stilled for a moment, wrapped around his thick shaft as he watched her slender fingers slide in and out of her glistening sex. Sarah writhed under the stream of water that cascaded over her arching back. God, he wanted to slide his cock deep inside of her—to grip and pull her hips back so that he could take her to the hilt.
Jim gritted his teeth as Sarah's moans grew even louder.
She pushed herself harder against her hand, trembling in that familiar crescendo of ecstasy he knew so well. He loved watching her get herself off. Knowing she has no idea he is watching gets him off more.
Jim's breathing falters, matching her pace. Her head is thrown back in ecstasy as the warm water cascades down the length of her body.
I'm so fucking close. Her pussy throbs in the need to explode.
Her stomach tightening, her thighs trembling as she continues to rub her clit in feverish circles. Sarah pushes her fingers hard against the aching knot of pleasure, her hips undulating faster with each impatient thrust and sharp cry that escapes her.
Jim's grip tightens around his thick shaft as he watches her, matching every move she makes to the vivid images in his mind. Her moans grow urgent, and he can feel her body beginning to tense.
"Fuck, Jim—I'm gonna cum," she gasps, thrusting her fingers faster in and out of her drenched sex, her other hand squeezing and pinching a taut nipple.
Hearing her words sends Jim over the edge that he had so deliciously balanced upon. He watches as she moans, as her hips buck.
Sarah whimpers, "Fuck, Jim. I'm close." She throws her head back and arches as pleasure consumes her whole body. Sarah lets out a loud scream and then, she relaxes, panting and quivering, riding the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Jim lies on the bed, slowly stroking himself as he watches her come undone. Every quivering breath audible to him, every twitch and gasp of hers evident through the screen—it's enough to send him over the edge.
When she reaches her third climax, his cock spurting thick rope after rope onto his chest, the intensity of their secret interaction is cemented in his mind. This new method of curiosity emboldens him, and he quickly finishes himself off. He's left drenched in sweat and feeling more mysteriously aroused than ever.
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The following night, Jim eagerly waits for Sarah to return home from an exhausting day at court.