I'd been sitting at home pretending to watch TV while I drank the night away. It wasn't really me at my best.
I'll admit it, I was pissed off. Susan's husband was on a business trip all week, and I had been really looking forward to several nights of uninterrupted, uninhibited, sex with her. Just the thought of not having to hurry before he got off work, of having her spend the entire night, of being able to really lay back and explore some of our fantasies had me on edge ever since she mentioned the trip. I'd gone shopping for new clothes, some new toys, done a little work I my bedroom just in case we needed the odd anchor for some ropes..... I was so ready for this week.
Then "she" decided to come into town.
"She" was Katie, an old friend and occasional lover of Susan's. The two of them had met before Susan was married, quickly become friends with benefits, and had stayed such even after the wedding and Katie's move to New York. Susan had told me all about the two of them, but it hadn't really meant anything to me. At least up till the day she arrived.
I admit, at that moment I was incredibly jealous. I couldn't stand the thought that she'd decided to come home for a visit and was certain to be spending part of that in Susan's bed, a place I'd fully planned on claiming. I didn't want to part with even a moment of our time so the two of them could share it. Susan kept promising me that we'd still get to be together this week, but it wasn't making me feel any better.
It was bad enough that they had a longer history together. What really had me worked up though was how Katie looked and that nagging feeling I didn't stack up at all in comparison. I don't have more than the normal share of hang ups about my appearance, I've got a very pretty face and an attractive, if slender, body...but Katie..oh my god.
Katie could have been carved by an artist, or perhaps more accurately, drawn by a comic book illustrator. She was almost as tall as Susan, but where my lover made you think of lithe cat-like athleticism, Katie made you think of a blonde Wonder Woman. I hated her for it. Breasts that full and heavy shouldn't be that firm and high (and oh yes Susan had been happy to confirm they were natural), and no one with legs and an ass so perfectly shaped had any business with a waist that waspish. A thick mane of golden hair and deep blue eyes just completed the look. With Katie around I felt like a twelve year old trying to compete in the Miss America contest.
So, as I said I was angry, drunk and very, very frustrated. I realized that half the show had gone by without me noticing, as well as most of a bottle of brandy. I drained the last of it away and decided to give up and go to bed.
I went up to my bed room, pausing only long enough to toss my clothes on the floor. "Screw it," I figured "not like anyone was going to be here to complain about a messy room." I killed the lights and slumped down onto my bed.
Sleep didn't come quickly. I kept thinking about how much I wanted Susan to be there with me. I tossed and turned for good half an hour torn between being angry at her and being very horny. I decided that I couldn't do anything about the former, but I might just be able to get some sleep by solving the latter.
I slid out of bed and opened a small wooden chest I kept on one of the nightstands. I sorted through the toys before settling on a vibrating egg. It was one of the purchases I'd made for this week. I'd had visions of her tied down, the egg whirring away inside her as I teased and tormented the rest of her body. Since those ideas seemed shot, it might as well take care of me.
I tossed the blankets aside and lay back down. I started by running my nails across my chest, drawing little red lines on the skin of my small breasts. I let them dig in as I circled and cupped my globes, enjoying the sharp sensation. I took hold of the rings I wore in my nipples, twisting and tugging just like Susan always did. I kept that up for several moments, hovering at the fine edge of pain until I felt wetness trickle down my thighs.
I reached down with one hand and pulled myself open. With the other I slid the egg past my lips, feeling the smooth plastic like a cool stone inside me. I flipped the power switch on, leaving it at the lowest setting, just a slow rhythmic thrum pulsing against my walls. One hand returned to my nipples while I started to run the other across my stomach and thighs, soft caresses to contrast with the delicious roughness I was inflicting on my breasts.
After a few moments of this I turned up the power on the egg. The motion became a hard trembling inside me. I tugged on the cord, readjusting the egg so that it pressed against my most sensitive spots. I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it in time to the egg's vibrations.
I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my sweet Susan lying between my spread legs. I pictured her hands upon me, dreamed of the feel of her hair brushing my thighs, her warm breath falling on my lips. I moaned as I conjured up memories of the little encouragements she'd whisper to me. For a brief time it was a perfect moment of pleasure and desire.
But then my mind decided to play games. In my imagination it wasn't my legs draped across her shoulders, but those damn perfect tanned limbs of Katie. Try as I might I couldn't stop picturing the two of them wrapped up together, my Susan's lips on her skin, my lover losing herself with that blonde bitch.
I found myself crying at the thought, the near certainty that even as I lay touching myself, those two were in full sport in Susan's bed. Yet, despite the ache of jealousy those thoughts brought with them, I couldn't bring myself to stop masturbating. I shoved my hand against my clit, pulled on my piercings until I screamed, bit down hard on my lip, all the while imagining my lover giving everything to my rival. In mind's eye I saw them now, bodies pressed tight, breasts rubbing together, grinding their pussies on the other's leg, kissing deeply. I responded by thrusting two fingers into my shrine, driving the egg deeper. I pictured that look on Susan's face that she has just as she climaxes. I slapped the palm of my hand down hard on my pussy until my lips throbbed in pain. I could hear her calling out Katie's name instead of mine, then gasping out "I love you" her voice harsh from orgasm.
The last thought sent me over the edge as my increasing rough, almost a parody of, masturbation reached its end. Tears streaming down my face, my skin on fire, my breathe coming in great sobs, my pussy flooded with pleasure. I yanked the egg out of me and tossed it aside. Still crying I turned and hugged one of my pillows, trembling in my mixture of release and disgust with myself.
I drifted off to sleep shortly there after, any dreams thankfully silenced by exhaustion and alcohol.
I woke to feel a pair lips brush mine, then a tongue slipping into my mouth, fingers in my hair and a warm body settling next to me. I opened my eyes to see Susan illuminated in the moonlight spilling through my window. She was dressed simply, a T-shirt I'd given her a few months back, and a pair of faded jeans, both clinging to her lithe form.
"Hi hun" she said as she broke off the kiss. "I told you I'd be here." She smiled at me, her face all aglow and looking so beautiful. Her thick brown hair was tangled, rumpled, a clear hint of what she'd been up to.
"Where's she at?" I said, too tired to guard my words.
