My wife was out, and I was so horny. I tried to wait for her, but my body yearned to be touched. I got completely naked and my hands began to explore my body. (Just writing this is getting me all turned on again.) My delicate flower was so wet, that by the time I took off my panties, you could see the wet spots and nectar running down my inner thigh.
I began to touch myself, and let out a moan as I felt my flower being so wet from the excitement. My fingers did not wait nor were they patient. They dove right in and began to move about. I moaned as I felt my button hard and I began to focus on it. The sensation of my own fingers are not the same as my wife’s tongue on my button. (Oh gods… can she make me scream.)
I went all around the house and decided to setup cameras to take pictures. I blindfolded myself and began to think of Anni and how she knows how to please me… her fingers, her tongue… her own pussy.. pressed up against mine. (Gods I’m getting so wet again!) I kept pleasing myself, and decided to setup cameras at our stage at the Tea House. This is where I remembered where I gave her a show, and memories got me close to my climax. My fingers moved faster and my other hand began to punish my breast. I just kept going until I came all over the carpet.
Oh gods… I just felt so naughty tonight…
Although it was not the best orgasm, it was something to keep me calm. Maybe if Anni gets back early enough… I can make love to her…