– I love you.
This time there was silence, but whether she was dozing again or not, she moved the ring and middle fingers of her right hand and, having launched it into her vagina, also without opening her eyes, brought it to her nose, sniffing and licking the remains of the sperm that had gotten in. She threw off the blanket and lay down on her side, now in the light of the moon and street light from the window. They illuminated her figure, turning her into a silhouette of an acoustic guitar that had been forgotten on the bed.
She was facing away from her husband, so her prominent ass was on Jan's side, and in this position it looked even bigger.
She opened her eyes and stared for a long time at the far corner of the large bedroom, which was larger than the guest room. The tube of rema-lube cast a fairly large shadow on the wall, but that was more from the street lamp, which was apparently so lonely that it wanted to somehow attract attention to itself.
She, not having had an orgasm, wanted to have something resembling it, stretching her hands to her navel and below. She was more excited by her velvety and at the same time silky skin than by sex with her husband, and she certainly set a goal – to finish, to groan and have nervous convulsions, which only happens during intense satisfaction.
She climbed into the bedside chest of drawers on her side and with a precise movement of her hand took out a dildo, which was made of transparent silicone, but remembered that the lubricant remained on the nightstand on her husband's side, not wanting to climb over to his side, she wet the head with saliva and stuck it into her crotch and began to actively move it in different directions.
Jan, of course, heard all this, but did not see, because he, as if in a doze, also turned over with his back to her.
He heard her start to breathe deeply, and that the orthopedic mattress, despite the vibration dampening, still transmitted vibrations to his body. In the darkness of the night, in the moonlight, lay a naked man and a girl, looking in different directions, both awake.
Diana massaged her breasts, occasionally putting her thumb in her mouth and closing her eyes. At that moment, she imagined that a second guy was fucking her in the mouth. She changed guys in her fantasies, imagining one, then another, and now she imagined that she lay down on a sports bench in a doggy style, and the gym goers took turns satisfying her, with music and the approval of those around her. She imagined how she would accidentally walk into the men's locker room, which was shrouded in water vapor, and start sucking everyone's cocks, splashing sperm on her face, smearing it on her face later, making a cosmetic mask.
She felt like thousands of needles were pricking her buttocks, and she came so violently that she jerked her legs, and her husband could not help but wake up from such a movement, but he did not pretend to wake up, but gradually and quietly masturbated himself, hearing the sounds. He imagined his boss, who was flunked by Irina, and who was constantly picking on his presentations. He imagined that he was fucking her tomorrow in front of everyone and telling her:
– Well, bitch, are you going to bullshit some more?!
He came unexpectedly for himself, splashing the sheets, and his hand movements could not go unnoticed by his wife, if only she had turned over in his direction, even for a few seconds. But he didn't care now, he came, splashed and fell asleep.
