Jenny had resisted for months. She had been fucking her husband every chance she had, but that wasn’t enough anymore. Her resolve crumbling she drove across town thinking about Joe’s taste in her mouth, him sliding into her and filling her with cum. Arriving at Joe’s, she mounted the stairs to his apartment and realized he wasn’t home. Trying the door she found it open, everyone is so trusting in small towns. The apartment was empty, but she could smell Joe’s musky scent in the air. Suddenly she had an idea. Jenny made her way to his bedroom. His bed was disheveled, like he left in a hurry. Thinking of him ***** there made her wet, and gave her an idea. On the dresser was an old phone, Jenny set it up facing the bed and started to record careful not to show her face. Let him figure out who was in his room, if he forgot the shower they shared, well, that’s his loss. Jenny stepped back, watching herself on the phone. Slowly, deliberately, she began touching herself. She started at her neck, playing with her auburn hair as she worked down to her perfect breasts. She rubbed her nipples in slow circles and moved to her stomach, lifting her top slightly, just a tease. Lower, lower, Jenny put her hands down the front of her skirt and rubbed her clit. Gentle at first, and gradually more vigorous so the camera could pick up the sound of her playing with her swollen wet clit. She moved back up, removing her shirt exposing her rock hard nipples and lifting them to meet her tongue. She removed her skirt next, revealing nothing but her pulsing mound, dripping wet. Jenny laid down on the bed and spread her legs wide, and began making circles around her clit spreading her juices. She was picturing Joe now, imaging his Rick hard cock in her hand, her mouth, him licking her pussy. It was too much, she desperately needed to cum. Jenny moved back to her pussy and slipped in a finger. Two. Three. Thrusting with one hand she rubbed her clit with the other, so aroused now she the bed was getting wet. She began to moan, to twitch she was so close to cumming. Suddenly her release, squirting across the bed while she arched her back in bliss. Jenny lay there for a moment, licking her fingers clean. It was almost as good as having Joe there. Almost. Getting dressed, legs shaky, Jenny placed the phone with the video cued up in the middle of the spot she had left in the bed. Christ, she was getting wet again just thinking about Joe paying her present tribute. Leaving she knew she’d be back, and that it wouldn’t be months before she did.
All participants are at least 18 years of age.