My husband called from Tokyo tonight. He was excited about a new merger, his voice full of energy. I listened, I said all the right things, I was the supportive wife. But I was standing in the kitchen, one hand gripping the cold marble counter, the other sliding my fingers through the wetness between my legs. He was talking about profit margins and I was imagining a stranger’s thick cock stretching my cunt open. I came so hard I had to bite my own wrist to stay silent. He asked if I was okay when I breathed heavily. I told him it was just a yawn. (Mood: wicked)