One Hour (750 Words)

This story was written for the

750 Word Project 2025

. The story between these two lines is exactly 750 words.

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One hour.

Sixty minutes of sitting in the chair in the hallway outside her bedroom while her husband and his 20 year old girlfriend will be doing whatever they want. Out of sight but with the door open allowing the sounds to leak from her bedroom.

Flirtatious giggling.

The wet sounds of two people passionately kissing.

Moans, mostly from her, but his deep voice found its way to the hallway too.

The ticking of the antique grandfather clock echoing as she watched the hands creep towards her goal.

She just has to make it one hour, sitting in the chair, with the remote controlled vibrator driving her already fervent arousal even higher. The seemingly random changes in intensity and pattern, keeping her orgasm right on the horizon - where it must stay. If she cums then Madison wins and gets Will all to herself for the whole night. No - that is the worst outcome of tonight's play.

That's what happened last week.

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The vibrator slowed to its lowest setting. Alanna squeezed her legs tightly together and her eyes just as much. She tried to slow her breathing and push back the orgasm that had almost been ripped from her as the toy was pushed to full power for what felt like ten minutes. She was almost to the halfway mark according to her most recent glance at the clock. The wet, slick sounds as her husband's girlfriend went down on him had been sweet torture to her ears. Based on the growl from Will and giggles from his seductress, she apparently chose to have him finish on her perky tits for his first orgasm.

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"36 minutes left..." she thought, daring to believe that she would hold her orgasm at bay that long. Hoping that Will would have enough energy after Madison was done with him.

From the grunts coming through the open door, he was now pounding the college student into the bed. Alanna wondered if Madison was bent over the mattress while her husband stared at her gym sculpted ass, or was he watching her gravity defying toys bounce.

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It had only been ten minutes since she last looked at the clock. Ten minutes of the vibrator on low while the sounds of slapping skin and moaning were on high. Madison had squealed through at least two orgasms and she was sure that she had heard Will grunt through one of his own. A bead of sweat dripped down her brow as she felt her dew drip onto the chair below her, her white knuckles grasping the arms of the chair, fighting back the explosion building within her.

She desperately needed to win.

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The silence behind her was deafening. Even the vibrator had gone silent. The clock showed less than three minutes to go. She closed her eyes and threw her head back against the chair in frustration, envisioning Will, wrung out and asleep, leaving her unfulfilled.

Alanna was jolted out of her nightmare by the toy between her legs shuddering back to life as Madison emerged into the hallway. The intensity of the vibration increased as Alanna took in the nude beauty before her. Her tousled hair, skin gleaming from sweat or cum or both, the vibrator control in her hand.

A groan of frustration and arousal escaped Alanna's lips as the girl moved to straddle her in the chair. Senses on overdrive, Alanna felt everything that much more. Madison's thighs felt like silk sliding alongside her own. The scents of sweat and cum, as she came to rest on Alanna's lap.

Madison looked over her shoulder, before leaning in to whisper in Alanna's ear, "One more minute and you can join us, do whatever you want with us." The toy rocketed to full power. "Or you can hear all about it after I go home..." Alanna whimpered, watching the second hand slowly sweep along the clock face.

"Please....." she moaned as her legs shook and she came undone under the girl's gaze. She felt Madison's fingers pull at her nipples as she screamed out in release, her exhalation muffled as Madison kissed her, riding the older woman's body as it bucked through a massive orgasm.

"Maybe next week...." was all the dazed wife heard as Madison disentangled herself while the clock chimed. Alanna sighed and felt her pussy flutter again as the bedroom door clicked closed behind her.

She stood on shaky legs, walking to the guest room as Will and Madison started another noisy round.

Next Week.

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Thank you for reading, please feel free to comment, this was a tough exercise that should help unlock some of the stories I have half started.