Hornier Than Ever Lately

Nowadays, I'm sure to wake up my husband a little early, so that he has time to go down on me before he leaves for work. The alarm clock goes off halfway through, but it doesn't disrupt my focus. Along with the increased sex drive, comes increased sensitivity. He doesn't even have to do it for very long. He swirls his tongue around my clit while tugging at my tits for ten minutes, then leaves for work. I fall back asleep for another hour. When I begin to shake off slumber for the second time, I find myself already humping his pillow. I press my pelvis into it, feeling my lubricated lips slide over each other. I touch my own breasts, nipples standing straight out with arousal, and lay my face against my husband's pillow, so that I can breathe in his scent. His smell does something to me, especially off the pills. All my senses seem heightened. I vividly picture his cock in me, my eyes rolling back into my head with the pressure on my mound. I take a shower, watching the water cascade down my breasts, and try to talk some sense into myself. I'm not going to get anything done today, if this keeps up. Working at home is a real problem, lately. But, as if my body is possessed, I'm already touching myself. Without my knowledge, my hand is already between my legs, and even through all the water in the shower, I can feel that my pussy is independently wet. I take the shower head off its cradle, and direct the stream towards my clit. Ohhhh yeah. I go down to the kitchen and make myself a light breakfast wearing two towels; one in my hair, and one around my body. If only I had roommates, to stop me from masturbating out in the open like this. Like what? I look down, and the towel previously housing my body has fallen around my hips, and my hand is feverishly rubbing my clit. I slow down, in a longer motion that encompasses my whole pussy, pressing my pelvis into my hand each time the stroke reaches the bottom. I almost lift myself off the kitchen chair each time I hump my hand, the other one gripping the wooden seat of it for leverage. Oh god. Here it comes. I don't even have to curb crying out when I do it. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!!" A quick trip to the bathroom, throw on some clothes, and I'm in front of the computer. Now, I'm at work. And, you wouldn't jill off at work, would you? Well, I might. If I went to a washroom stall, or out to my car, or something. But, you would have to wait for a break, wouldn't you? Yes, yes I would. So, break in an hour? Great. After my break, I plant myself back in front of the computer, and I tell myself I have to wait for lunch, now. I've totally got this under control. Yes, I do. Yup. I see the cursor minimize the file I was working on, and pull up an online search engine. The letters slowly type, "p", "o", "r", and finally, "n". Hmmm, this will just be a quickie, what with the added visual stimuli. "Hot Katie Gets Pounded by Two Black Dicks". Perrrrfect. I watch the woman on the screen take a cock in her mouth, while the other guy's dick is in her ass. She can't even cry out, because her mouth is stuffed. Wow. Wow, wow, wow. This is escalating. I should be worried. My whole day is thrown off anyway, so I climb the stairs back up to my room. My mind is racing with with sexy thoughts. My husband's cock. The black guy's cock on the porn video. The girl's asshole swallowing his cock. My ass taking a cock. It aches to think of it. To try to clear my head, I sit on the edge of the bed, and attempt to meditate. Unfortunately, my eyes go to the drawer where I keep my vibrator. I rarely use it, because it makes me squirt. So messy. No, I can't. I don't want to. I try to relax, concentrate on my breathing, clear my thoughts. But, I can't get it out of my head. I feel myself push slightly, like when I'm ready to have a g-spot orgasm; already using the phantom vibrator. Mmmm. Maybe squirting will end this once and for all. I open the drawer, and grab the vibrating dildo by its shaft. It feels good just to have it in my hand. I turn it on, and it rumbles in my grip. I place a droplet of lube on the tip, and lay back, placing it against my clit. Oh god. Yes. This is what I need. The deep vibrations instantly get my muscles twitching in anticipation. I rub it along my opening for a while, until I feel myself straining to have it in me. I slowly work it in my pussy, relaxing my muscles to accommodate it's bulbous head. Then, it's there. It slides in perfectly next to my g-spot, and I close my eyes to enjoy the feeling of it being stimulated. I touch my breasts, relaxing further into the vibrator, really opening myself up to it. When I do, the feeling is unmistakable. Oh god, oh god. I unconsciously bear down, the familiar feeling overcoming me, pushing down towards it, drawing it further inside myself. I turn the vibe up a notch. Oh! God, oh god. I thrust towards it, opening myself up and pushing at the same time. I curl my body forward, and bear down hard. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yessssss!! Here it comes! I feel myself release, and unleash a stream of fluid, soaking the bedding underneath me immediately. I cry out, continuing to push, and come harder and for longer than I have today. I withdraw the vibe, and fall back in some of the dry sheets, totally limp. Fuck. Wow. I feel better. I definitely feel better after that.