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- the action or state of being unfaithful to a spouse or other sexual partner.—
There was a slight breeze in the air as the sun sets. And the woman couldn't help but to admire it.
Sitting on her patio drinking her sweet liquor, she let her mind take over.
She thought about many things. Her past, her future, her husband. Oh her husband.
He was everything to her. Without him, she would be nothing. Just a sad, lonely woman who lives under the control of a madman.
This husband of hers makes her feel new things she never felt before. Emotionally, mentally, physically.
Words couldn't explain how much she loved him.
Butterflies form in her stomach just thinking about him, waiting for his arrival.
There was only one problem... his own heart was taking the damage in the process of fixing her.
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When a little time had pass by, she got up and smoothly walked to the glass doors and slid them open, entering the house.Her cute, loose sundress flowed side to side from her waist down, following the rhythm of her nice figure as she walked.
She made it upstairs and into the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she walks to her dresser and opens the top drawer.
Underneath her panties and tank tops sat a magazine. A pornography of images.
All the reminiscing about her husband made her impatient for him to come home. Of course he could please her himself, but she felt as if she was getting edged, forcing herself to hold back all the guilty pleasures.
So she grabbed the magazine and placed it on the bed and walked over to the window to close the large blinds.
Her eyes closed shut as she slid her dress off her shoulders.
Only imagining her husband doing it for her. Once her dressed dropped to the hardwood floor, she wrapped her arms around herself and kissed at her own shoulders.
Picturing her husband attacking her soft skin with those kisses. When she opened her eyes she smiled. And crawled onto the bed.
When she positioned herself, back against the headboard and knees apart. She picks up the porno and flip through the pages.
Getting turned on, she began touching herself. Tugging at her now hard nipples, she whines a soft whine. Feeling the cold air hit her exposed, wet pussy.
She feels her pussy aching for her fingertips so she sneaks her hand to her clit. Rubbing it in slow circles.
Feeling how warm and wet she was turned her on even more. So she moaned. A loud moan escaped her parted lips.
The wife thought about her husband as she handled herself. Thinking of the way he would make love to her. The way he would praise her for taking someone as big as him.
In no time her fingers were pumping in and out of her. Creating friction causing her to moan and scream uncontrollably.
Concentrating on her orgasm, she felt her stomach get tight. Her high was close and she could feel it.
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Meanwhile.
YOU ARE READING
Natural Release.
Short StoryTW! Smut... suicide... guns... blood. Don't read if you are easily triggered. 18+ Short story based off a song called "Natural Release." By Brent Faiyaz. Credits to song.