Emily could not stop smiling as she walked up the stage to accept her company's award to the top salesperson of the year. Her company's CEO was waiting for her in front of the large audience with a broad smile and a giant bonus check. She shook his hand, thanked him for his kind words, and posed for the company photographer before she exited the stage and went back to her seat. Her husband hugged her and congratulated her again before she sat down. She asked her husband to hold her hand while more people were being called to receive various awards, but Emily was no longer paying attention and she let her concentration drift away.
By all accounts, the event should have been one of the happiest times in her relatively short professional life, but below the surface and behind the cover of her beautiful smile, Emily felt as if her life were about to spiral out of control. She tried to convince herself that her fears were completely irrational. Her actions of several months prior had not caused her any problems at work nor at home. She was convinced that neither Michael, the CEO of her largest client, nor Jerry, the purchasing manager of another major account, had any interest in revealing what had happened behind closed doors and yet, she could not shake a feeling of impending doom. Nevertheless, after the last award was presented, Emily managed to conceal her inner turmoil from everybody and tried to enjoy the rest of the evening.
Emily poked her husband softly in the arm to confirm that he was sleeping deeply. They had made love after returning from her company's awards ceremony but she had not been able to climax. She had faked an orgasm as soon as she had felt her husband ejaculate, which had frustratingly happened after less than five minutes of sex. He had then rolled off her and had fallen asleep almost immediately.
Sleep did not come easily to Emily lately, especially in nights like these when she felt sexually frustrated. Her only recourse was to use her fingers to rub her pussy, as she was currently doing, trying not to shake their bed. As she used her right hand to stimulate her clitoris, drawing small circles with two fingers, her memory alternated between the humiliating episode in Michael's office, where she had been fucked from behind while she gripped the edge of his desk, and the troublingly arousing night she spent with Jerry, the unattractive purchasing manager who had pounded her for over an hour in the bed of her hotel room.
As she approached her climax, Emily pinched her left nipple with her left hand and increased the pressure on her inflamed clitoris. She recalled the feeling of Jerry's cock spurting semen deep inside her, which triggered her orgasm as in previous nights. Her entire body first went rigid, and then her abdominal and pelvic muscles contracted violently while she bit her lower lip to avoid screaming. Drenched in sweat, she was finally able to fall asleep.
Approximately two weeks after the award ceremony, Emily was once again masturbating next to her sleeping husband. After several minutes of rubbing her swollen clit, she had to admit that the irritation she was feeling at the moment was getting in the way of her horniness. The source of her annoyance was the faint light that was emanating from their living room, where Matt, her husband's best friend from college was spending the night. Earlier in the day, her husband had invited Matt to stay the night rather than go to a hotel. He had not consulted her first, which annoyed her to no end. It probably would not have bothered her so much if their overnight guest had been any person other than Matt, but the fact that she found him arrogant and incredibly condescending made everything worse.
After what seemed like an eternity, the light coming underneath their bedroom door went out, indicating that Matt was finally falling asleep. Emily debated whether it was worth trying to rub herself to a satisfying climax or give up and call it a night. Her horniness won the argument but first she had to make sure that there would be no more interruptions, so after waiting several minutes, she decided to confirm that Matt was truly sleeping. She rose from her bed very slowly and walked on the carpeted floor without making noise. She opened their bedroom door very carefully and walked down the hallway toward their living room. As she approached the spacious room, she could see the dark outline of Matt's tall body silhouetted against the faint light coming through the floor-to-ceiling windows. He was lying on his back on the sofa bed, seemingly completely oblivious to Emily's presence since he was clearly jerking himself off without a care in the world.
