Fiona was blazing mad. She had undressed, showered and was now in bed and waiting. Naked and waiting. Waiting for her husband to join her. Waiting for him to cover her with kisses. Waiting to feel his hands on her breasts and his fingers on her clit. Waiting - oh, hell! Waiting for him to fill her pussy with his pulsing, hardened cock.
And what was her precious husband doing? Surfing the net. He had been glued to the damned computer all evening, gazing open-mouthed at one porn site after another. As far as Fiona was concerned, if you'd seen one pair of tits or one open-crotch shot, you'd seen them all. Heavens above, he could see it all right here in his bedroom. Better still, he didn't have to be content to just look; he could touch, feel and enter the female in his bed. And it really was free!
She wanted him tonight. Actually, Fiona wanted him most nights, but sometimes the urge was greater than usual. Tonight was one of those nights. She didn't really know why. She was aware of certain triggers - and it wasn't gazing at porn. Earlier she'd sat by herself watching a film on television. It was a romantic comedy with some deeper, more intense moments. Whilst watching she'd felt the stirrings of desire. Even then she wanted to be cuddled into John, with his hands lightly caressing her breasts.
But it was not to be. She was alone, while he was in another room gazing at other women brazenly displaying themselves. Ugh!
They had been married for twenty years and had one daughter, now away at university. Their sex life had been highly satisfactory to both. Until, that is, the past year; until, that is, John had installed Broadband. The financial restrictions of paying for every minute he was on-line were suddenly swept away.
BB - before Broadband - he was always conscious of the minutes ticking away and the cost mounting up. But now - now the sky was the limit. He spent hour after hour, going from one porn site to another in an orgy of sexual indulgence. Meanwhile, Fiona - his wife - was totally ignored. Well, maybe that was an exaggeration. He did sometimes manage to fill her with his hardness. But not often enough.
She got out of bed and went downstairs to the computer room. It was actually a third bedroom, but there was no bed, only desks and a computer. As expected, John was flicking through images of naked women, sometimes sucking on a disembodied penis, sometimes looking demure and a little shy, sometimes holding their clitoris open.
Fiona stood in the doorway for a few moments. John was so engrossed he didn't even notice his wife.
"Are you coming to bed, darling?" she asked.
He waved his hand in a gesture of dismissal. "When I've finished this."
Fiona went across to him, sat on the desk and draped her naked body in front of the screen. Her breasts were inches from his face, nipples hardened. She reached down grasped his trousers at the point where his penis lay. It was soft.
"Really, darling. You don't seem to be getting much pleasure from all those pictures of nubile young women. Why don't you shut them away in their little box and let me finish you."
To illustrate her point she gently squeezed his penis. There was a noticeable response. However, its owner remained unmoved. He peered round the naked body in front of him.
"I'm trying to find something," he said, with some irritation. "You're blocking the screen."
"That was the idea," Fiona snapped. "Stay here if you like. I'm going to bed. Don't disturb me when you deign to come up."
She marched out of the room and would have slammed the door behind her, but the house was full of doors with little propensity for slamming. Instead it gave nothing more than a soft sigh.
When she was once more in bed Fiona realised there were tears in her eyes. Whether from frustration or anger she was not certain, but John had undoubtedly hurt her feelings by his wanton disinterest in her. It seemed she could no longer arouse him. After twenty years of marriage their sex life was over. She felt very sorry for herself.
Downstairs John was surfing through a site with lots of pictures of ordinary women, not models, in varying states of undress. Some of their poses were most evocative and a direct come on to anyone looking at them. It was a free site. He always shied away from anything that had to be paid for, whether by credit card or phone charge. It was not because he was mean, or even that he was unable to afford some expenditure, but he was reluctant to get involved. Pornography was addictive, he knew that. Like gambling. You could spend a lot of money if you weren't careful.
Of course, the best sites were only available to those who were prepared to pay and John was frequently tempted when he saw what was on offer. Especially those sites featuring obvious amateurs; housewives and so forth. That was what he really liked. To see them in action was a real turn-on. He could happily masturbate to a climax watching footage of non-professionals. He presumed he was a bit of a voyeur.
Sometimes he even fantasised about watching Fiona with another man.From reading a site like Literotic it was a common male fantasy. But it was only a fantasy. Leave it there.
He stopped at any open crotch shot of an attractive woman. Now that was definitely somewhere he'd like to put his cock.
Oh, God! In the next shot - a real close-up - the cunt was full of sperm. She'd just been fucked. Wow! Some people certainly let it all hang out. He continued into the next segment.
Upstairs Fiona tossed and turned, willing sleep to overwhelm her, but to no avail. She was hot, both thermostatically and sexually. There was still no sign of her husband coming to satisfy her, but it had to be done somehow if her body was ever going to relax.
She stretched out and opened a drawer. Inside was just what she needed. At least, if she wasn't going to get the real thing, this was what she needed. A vibrator.
The artificial aid had not been used for some time and Fiona mentally crossed her fingers as she switched it on. There was a very satisfactory gentle hum. The batteries were still in working order, thank goodness.
She ran the vibrator over her breasts before touching the tip of it to her nipples. They hardened in an almost instant response. The fingers of her disengaged hand furiously worked at her clit. She was wet with desire. God, it felt as if there was a waterfall pouring out of her pussy.
She moved the vibrator down to her stomach, let it stimulate her clit for a moment - as if it needed any more stimulation - and then put it at the entrance to her vagina. Breathing heavily and unable to wait any longer, Fiona pushed the throbbing vibrator inside.
It was fat, stretching her labia wide, and also long. A man with such a penis would be very well endowed; the kind who performed in porno films. John's instrument of pleasure was much smaller than this. Nevertheless, it was preferable to this artificial aid which felt hard in the wrong way. Unyielding and unforgiving, the pulsating throbs were mechanical and...
All the same....
The vibrator rhythmically purred on, the gentle movement caressing the inside of her vagina. It was swiftly bringing her towards a climax. Second best it might be...
All the same....
She exploded. Her back arched up, her juices flowed and excitement flushed over her. With a gasp she dropped back onto the bed and lay there for a few moments, her entire body diffused with heat and the vibrator still nestled inside her.
"Yes, John," she thought. "I'm satisfied, but dammit, I had to do it myself. It should have been you."
She slowly pulled the vibrator out, switched it off and cleaned it off with her tongue. Her juices tasted sweet. When she was finished she put the fake penis back into the drawer and closed it before settling down to sleep. Whatever John was doing downstairs he had missed the main event in his own bedroom.
Fiona closed her eyes.
*****
"As bad as that, is it?"
"I don't usually exaggerate, do I?"
Meg Bailey shook her head. "No."
The two women had been best friends since their days at school and met for lunch once a week, as well as going out with their husbands as a foursome. There were few secrets between them and Fiona had no hesitation about telling her friend of the sexual problem at home.
"It always seemed so good for the two of you," said Meg. "You made me quite envious. Pete has always been a little too low key for my liking. I'd prefer him a bit more adventurous."
"That can be dangerous."
Meg shrugged. "Maybe."
"Anyway, it was good. More than that. It was great until that damned Broadband. I just can't get John away from the computer. It would be bad enough if he was doing something useful, but gawping at women flashing their tits and cunts is a total waste of time. What's more, I find it very hurtful. I can show him all the same things - and he gets to touch."
"What are you going to do?"
"Enlist your help."
Meg looked startled. "Mine?"
Fiona nodded. "Um. I'm going to work on the basis that if you can't beat them, join them."
"I can't imagine what you're talking about."
"I want you to get that fancy new camera that Pete bought..."
"Huh! Fat chance of that. He has it chained up in a padlocked cupboard somewhere unknown to me."
"You're kidding."
"Only just. He warned me off it or face the consequences."
"What consequences?"
"He'll sell me to the nearest brothel."
Fiona laughed. "You are kidding."
"True, but he did tell me to stay away from it. It's far too complicated for a mere woman. Anyway, for this woman. And he has a point. I don't like a camera where you're required to do anything more than point and press the button."
"But you take a lot of your holiday pictures and they're great."
"Well, thank you."
"They are."
"Ah, but I use a simple digital, point and press."
"That's all you need."
Meg puckered her forehead in a puzzled frown. "Why do I need it?"
"To photograph me."
"You?"
"Naked and uninhibited."
"What!" Meg shrieked. Heads turned. Meg noticed. "What are you talking about?" she whispered.
"Holding back nothing, revealing everything."
