Her Midnight Ritual

The city lights of Edmonton glowed through the frosted bedroom windows as Belinda curled into the corner of her bed.

Her phone lit up her flushed face with a soft, bluish hue. The house had gone quiet. Her teenage daughter was in her room, and the twins were tucked away with their screens. Her husband stayed out on the couch, eyes glued to the hockey game, emotionally checked out like always.

Belinda had come to terms with this life a long time ago. She was a stay-at-home mom, a caregiver, a woman who learned early on to silence her wants so her family could have peace. But something changed five years ago.

It started with a conversation during the pandemic. A small connection that grew into something she never expected. Jay was younger by ten years and lived far away, but somehow, he had become her escape. He became the one thing that was just hers. They built something secret and powerful, tucked away in the corners of their daily lives. Late-night chats, playful messages, and a kind of intimacy that didn't rely on being in the same room.

Tonight followed that same rhythm.

Her phone buzzed. His name appeared on the screen. She felt her pulse quicken as she read the message.

You ready for me, baby?

His words lit a spark in her. He always knew how to get under her skin in just the right way.

She checked her camera angle, adjusting the lighting. She wasn't thin, and neither was he. They both carried extra weight, but that was never something that got in the way. If anything, it made their connection stronger.

He saw her.

He made her feel wanted again.

She was already dressed for him. A black lace push-up bra hugged her curves, the soft fabric just sheer enough to show the edges of her areolas. It made her feel bold. He always loved that look. Down below, she wore crotchless panties that framed her freshly shaved skin. All day, the feel of the fabric against her had kept her aroused.

Her screen lit up with his face. He was stretched out on his bed, dark eyes gleaming with a hunger she knew well.

"Damn, Belinda," he said, voice low and thick with want. "I've been thinking about you all day."

She smiled and slowly dragged a finger across her chest. "Oh yeah?" she whispered. "What were you thinking?"

"You always look so good when you touch yourself. I wish I could be there. I want to taste you. Feel every part of you."

Still watching him, she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. One strap slipped off, then the other. She let the lace fall, and her full breasts spilled free, her nipples already stiff with anticipation. She watched his reaction, the way he squirmed, his hand moving below the waistband of his boxers. He was already dripping precum for her. That gave her a rush.

"I think you like watching me," she whispered.

"Fuck yes, I do," he growled. "You drive me wild."

The heat between her thighs was building fast. She shifted, letting the fabric brush against her swollen folds. That little tease, the tension, the pressure she had been holding onto all day, was peaking.

"Tell me more," she whispered.

She rolled onto her side and tilted the camera just enough to give him a glimpse of the sparkling plug tucked between her perfectly round cheeks. His sharp inhale came through the speaker. His eyes burned hotter.

She rolled back onto her back and reached for her vibrator. It was already sitting on the nightstand, fully charged.

With a steady hand, she turned it on and pressed the rounded tip right against her clit.

The vibration was strong, exactly what she needed. Her hips jerked slightly at the first wave of stimulation.

She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she began to move it in slow circles, each pass sending pleasure through her body. Her free hand gripped the sheets while her thighs began to close inward.

She angled the camera downward just enough to show Jay everything.

The way she moaned his name between gasps made him groan on the screen, completely under her spell. She gasped and let her head fall back. Her thighs trembled, her whole body drawn tight with need.

The pleasure hit her in waves, sharp and hot, until it crashed into something she could not hold back.

She cried out softly, holding her breath, her body arching as the climax overtook her.

She let herself fall into it, eyes shut, lost in the release.

They kept talking, letting the moments stretch. His voice stayed low and full of need.

"Come with me, babe. Let go."

She bit her lip as another tremor rolled through her. Her legs shook again, and she moaned his name as she reached the edge and tumbled again.

When her breathing finally started to slow, she tilted the phone and spoke in a quiet, breathless voice.

"Now let me watch you."

Jay did not need to be asked twice. He wrapped his hand around his cock and started stroking himself slow, just the way she liked. She watched him closely. His muscles tightened. His chest rose and fell faster. She leaned in, eyes locked on his face.

"That's it," she whispered. "Keep going. Just like that."

With a groan, he came, thick and heavy, across his stomach and chest. She bit her lip, watching him catch his breath.

"Mmm," she murmured. "Now play with it for me, baby."

He smiled, dragging his fingers through the mess as he kept his eyes on hers.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he whispered.

She smiled at that. A real one. Not just from lust but from something warmer.

"You make me feel like I am," she said softly.

They stayed like that for a while, quiet and connected, just looking at each other through the screen.

Then a soft creak from the hallway reminded her that the rest of the world was still there. Morning would come. Life would go back to normal. But for now, in this space they created together, she was his.

And that was enough.