That morning Kate woke thinking of her husband already asleep halfway across the world. Her mind cleared the cobwebs of another restless and unfulfilling night's sleep and she thought to herself "after 20 years of him traveling on business, you'd think I'd be used to his half of the bed being empty." Funny how she thought of it as "his half" and could never bring herself to sleeping anywhere but on "her half" of the giant king sized bed, even when she had the bed to herself. It was almost as if his absence threw off the balance of the bed making it tilt to one side like some giant teeter-totter robbing her of a good night's sleep. She wondered if he had the same problem sleeping while away from home and immediately answered her own question with a "yeah, right," stated out loud to the empty pillow next to her. Over the numerous years of their living together and subsequent marriage it had never ceased to amaze her how quickly Jack could fall asleep, tucked snuggly behind her like two spoons, his snoring mocking her inability to doze off.
Her thoughts of Jack eventually brought her mind to the note that he had left on her pillow several days ago before leaving for yet another business trip. They had crisscrossed at the airport literally minutes apart. She was returning home after an exhausting, but necessary, trip to visit her mother and him leaving for god knows where. If only they could have bumped into each other at the airport, even if only to talk for a short while. How long had it been since they had talked, really talked? The logistics of their lives never seemed to allow that anymore, conversation replaced with email and notes left on pillows.
A strange rush came over her as she realized it had been more than two weeks since they had been together and, God, how long had it been since they'd made love? This later thought pulled Kate like an invisible magnet from the bed to the closet where her secret collection was hidden under the heavy wool sweaters. She practically dove back to the bed, rolling immediately onto her back as her breath quickened. Her hands raced to pull her pajama bottoms completely off allowing her to spread her legs as wide as possible. The pants tangled at her left ankle and she cursed at the five-second-delay standing between her and pleasure. For some reason, speed seemed important. She was already damp and her index finger quickly found the moistness, pulling it up to the base of her clit time and again with a series of long soft strokes. The thought and feel of her lips completely lubricated excited her even more. Kate moved her finger down to the entry of her vagina tapping it a few times, drawing out her sweet juices. This time as she dragged three fingers to the top of her lips she forcefully flicked her middle finger across her clit. The ensuing lightning bolt shot throughout her entire body.
Her other hand searched for the small life-like rubber penis that had been dropped somewhere under the sheets when she dove back into the bed. Where was it! She needed it in her quickly! Her back arched as the head of the penis spread open her lips and penetrated her, the thrust hitting deep inside. A groan, combined with a deep exhale, emanated from deep inside her throat. Confusion. Grind on it? In and out? Her mind foolishly attempted to use logic to decide between the two, but her hands had already made the decision for her, gently sliding the tool all the way out, then all the way in. Her body jumped each time the head of the fake penis spread her open and entered her. The sloshing of her wetness was audible and the smell powerful. All of her senses were firing, pushing her at a feverish pace toward her body's goal.
Kate's free hand reached up for a nipple just as she forcefully plunged the toy finding that spot where a voice inside her screamed "Right there! Oh god, right there!" The combination of her tingling breast and the grinding of the toy on that perfect spot pushed her to the edge of release. Her back again arched as she thrust her hips down hard on the fake penis. She felt her own juices running down her backside and over the "balls" of the tool. The white light hit as her eyes rolled back into her head much like one would envision a shark's eyes rolling back while in a feeding frenzy - the analogy of a hunger being satisfied strangely appropriate to the situation.
Kate rolled over onto her side, squeezing the dong between her legs, trying to hang on to the pulsing in her groin, not wanting it to subside. She lay there, breathing deeply, staring out the bedroom's sliding glass door at the morning sunshine beginning to break through the latticework. Her trance-like state lasted all of 3 minutes, before sliding her hand slowly across the curve of her leg and cheek to find the dong, still inside her. But instead of removing it, she changed her mind and reached for her white silky panties ripped from her ankle only moments earlier. She pulled them back on, tightly, forcing the dong deep into place. Lying on her belly, she started to grind her clit on the bed - both eyes closed and fantasizing of her man lying atop her back. The roughness of the lace panties sliding on her cheeks did a sufficient enough job of simulating the feel of her imaginary man's pubic hair rubbing on her buttocks to complete the fantasy. MMMMMMMMMMM. A groan came from deep down in her, as if swelling from her vagina and working its way up through her nostrils. "Do me" she moaned to her fictitious lover. The orgasm came quick with the feel of the enlarged head rubbing her walls just right. Kate buried her face in the pillow to muffle the sounds of her screams.
But two orgasms weren't enough. A long, long time ago, when love making sessions with Jack were an all night event, five or six orgasms weren't out of the question and that flash back to better days pushed her to want more now. Her hunger seemed insatiable this morning. She knelt up doggy style and pulled her panties even tighter onto her hips. Her panties were drenched as if she'd sat in a puddle, and the feeling was both uncomfortable and exhilarating. She grabbed the headboard and began to rock back and forth slowly. Unexpectedly, her hanging breasts rubbed the velour blanket of the bed and a wonderful sensation shot from her nipples right to her clit as if the same electrical wiring connected the three.
Kate's concentration was so complete that she didn't even notice the shadow covering the slightly open bedroom door. A creak of a floorboard startled her, alerting her to someone's presence. She spun in a panic, one half of her praying that it wasn't one of their teenage kids, the other half praying it was Jack. It was neither.
There at the door stood her girlfriend, Jill. Jill and her husband, Doug, had been best friends with Kate and Jack for several years. All that had changed after Jill and Doug's recent divorce. There were some rumblings around town that Doug had confronted Jill about having an affair, but Jill had never confessed, even to Kate, and the rumormongers had never identified her supposed lover. Nonetheless, Doug had moved out of town quickly and quietly under the premise of a new job and Jill had kept the house. Although only blocks away from Kate and Jack, the friendship had changed. In the two months since the divorce, Kate and Jill had gotten together no more than twice, a dramatic change from the days when the four of them would see each other no less than 3 times a week and the two women met for lunch almost every other day. In the two times that Kate and Jill had gotten together, Kate couldn't help but to notice how Jill was unable to make eye contact. Was she that embarrassed about the divorce? Hell, people got divorced all the time. Kate had often thought it a miracle that she and Jack had stayed together so long.
The sight of Jill standing paralyzed at the door brought Kate back to reality. Kate's eyes went to Jill's hand, suspended at chin level in a failed attempt to cover either her mouth, which hung open, or her eyes, which were locked on Kate's body. Kate followed Jill's stare to the point of focus – her own breasts and immediately pulled the blanket up, doing her best to cover as much of her nudity as possible.
"I'm so sorry, Kate. I knocked …….the door was…… open…..and, I, I, I…….I heard sounds.….I thought something wrong was happening…. oh God, I am so ashamed, Kate. But you told me to come by any time I needed to talk. Remember?," she pleaded, looking for any excuse for her intrusion. "Oh God, I am so sorry."
Kate's response was equally awkward, "It's, It's just that I missed ……missed ….. he, he, he wrote me this note that, that, that… Oh, I'm so embarrassed. How long were you standing there"?
Jill blushed, making Kate realize that it had been quite a while.
"What did you see?" Kate asked, not really wanting an answer.
Again, Jill's blush and lack of an answer acknowledged that she had seen everything that she had wanted to see. And more. "Uhmmm," was all that Jill could stammer.
" Please don't tell anyone, especially Jack ," pleaded Kate.
Without realizing it, Jill was now sitting on the edge of the bed. "I promise. It's my fault. I'm so sorry I snooped. I saw what you were doing, no, even before that I knew what you were doing when I heard your moaning and still I had to see it. I can't explain. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Jill's awkward confession caught Kate by surprise. "You knew, and you still…..." Kate's voice trailed off, her mind unsure of where her mouth was taking her.
The implication of this last exchange of words hit them both simultaneously. Their eyes moved in tandem down to Jill's left hand resting on Kate's ribcage just under her naked breast. Placed there initially to console Kate, it's position now had an entirely new meaning given Jill's inadvertent revelation. Their eyes moved back up and locked on each other for what seemed like an eternity of silence. Kate's mouth opened to say something, but before she could, Jill raised her right hand and placed a finger on Kate's beautiful puffy lower lip.
