Annie lays there, her legs still spread and her husband’s cum running from her. As he snores beside her she wonders if she should just grab one of her toys to finish herself off, but even though he is asleep, the thought of hewr husband waking and finding her fucking herself is just too embarrassing for her to actually do it. So instead she rolls onto her side, fidgeting around to avoid the wet spot right where she was laying, and tries to sleep.
The quiet of the night and her own frustration makes her think of the day’s events, the shock of the emails, the embarrassment of what whoever has it has already read and made her do, and the worry of what else he might make her do just to avoid sending the details to her husband. And these thoughts run through her head, keeping her awake. But worse is that even though she knows she is scared, embarrassed and nervous of what will happen next, even with these things in her head, underneath it all she is shocked to find that as she thinks of all the things she has written in her diary and what the stranger is now reading, she is aroused more than she has been for a long time.
Even after falling asleep, she dreams of being fucked by a man in a mask, a stranger, a man with a cock much bigger than her husband, a man who lasts until after she has cum and not just a few thrusts.
When she wakes the next morning, her husband is already up, and she hears him downstairs, moving about in the kitchen. She looks at the clock, seeing it’s just gone eight, and she guesses it means he is going out fishing for the day, as he so often does on a Saturday, leaving her home alone.
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