⁎𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔇𝔬𝔢𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔙𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔰𝔥⁎

𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖 : ℂ𝕒𝕟'𝕥 ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕡 𝕀𝕥

She got up, slipping her underwear and pants back on, and looked around the room, feeling slightly embarrassed by what she had just done. The vibrator and dildo lay abandoned on the coffee table, a silent testament to her desperation and loneliness. She sighed heavily, wondering if what she had just done was wrong. She knew it wasn't exactly cheating on Jesse, but it still felt like a betrayal in some way. As if he were still out there.

She put the toys back in the box and returned them to the nightstand. As she did so, she couldn't help but feel a sense of shame wash over her. It wasn't just the fact that she had resorted to using toys; it was the way it had made her feel so connected to Jesse. A part of her wished she could tell him about it, but there was no way.

There was a time where he found her using sex toys and spanked her ass red, and fucked her until she couldn't move. She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't stop herself. It was like an itch she had to scratch, a hunger she couldn't satiate.

She decided to head to Rose's room first and found her asleep. Billie kissed Rose's forehead gently, and then went to her room, crashing in bed, almost dozing off instantly. But her mind was too restless, thoughts of Jesse and the toys kept her awake. She tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable. Finally, she got out of bed, feeling a desperate need to relieve the ache in her pussy.

She went back to the nightstand and took out the vibrator and the dildo. She lay on her bed, her heart racing as she held the vibrator against her sensitive nub. The buzzing sensation sent shockwaves through her body, making her moan softly. She gripped the dildo tightly, slipping it inside her wetness, feeling it stretch her tightly. Her hips moved involuntarily, grinding against the toys as she lost herself in the sensation.

As she neared orgasm, her thoughts drifted back to Jesse. She imagined it was him touching her, his strong hands holding her hips, his lips trailing hot kisses down her spine. She imagined his cock filling her up, making her feel whole again. The image was so vivid, so real, that she could almost feel him inside her.

Her orgasm crashed over her in waves, her body arching off the bed as she cried out in pleasure. Her fingers dug into the sheets, feeling the intense release of tension and desire coursing through her. When the last tremor finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

She lay there for a moment, her body still tingling from the sensation, her mind still foggy with pleasure. Despite the relief the orgasm had given her, she couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness, a longing for something more.

Her eyes drifted off to sleep, but she could still feel the weight of his absence pressing down on her. She tried to tell herself it was only a dream, but deep down she knew that it was more than that. It was a connection that went beyond the physical, something that had been forged over time and shared experiences.

The next morning, Henry was up first and he was about to leave. But he thought it would be better if he told Billie that he was about to leave first. He knocked on the door and there was a faint 'come in'.

His eyes went wide and he looked away and cleared his throat. "Billie. . . You might wanna cover yourself up."

She sat up in bed, confused and then gasped, taking the blanket and covering herself up. "Fuck I'm sorry." She mumbled.

He chuckled, "Well so you don't have a boyfriend or spouse and you use these toys when you. . . um. . . you know. . ." He gestured vaguely between her legs. "And I guess I'm just here to tell you that I'm going now. I'll pick up the kids later."

Her face flushed even more, and she nodded. "Right. Thanks, Henry. I'll see you later." She managed to say through her embarrassment.

He smiled at her, feeling a little bad for her. "Take care, Billie. And, um, if you ever need someone to talk to. . .you know where I am." He said, then turned and left the room, closing the door behind him.

She exhaled sharply and leaned back against the headboard, still feeling the heat in her cheeks. It was one thing to use the toys in secret, but quite another to have someone catch her in the act. She wondered what Jesse would think if he knew she'd been using their gifts like this.

A loud knock at the door startled her, and she called out for them to come in. It was Rose, looking concerned. "Mommy Alex just bumped his head really hard and he's bleeding. Can you come and take a look?" She asked, her voice quivering.

"Alex what?" Billie quickly slipped a black silk robe on and rushed over, seeing Henry attend to his son. "Oh my God, is he alright?" She asked, her voice shaking as she took in the sight of her little boy's bloodied forehead.

Henry looked up at her, his expression a mix of concern and relief. "He's okay, I think he just got a pretty good bump. I got it under control for now, but I should probably get him to the doctor just to be sure."

Billie nodded, her hand instinctively reaching out to touch her Alex's cheek. "Of course, let's take him right now." She glanced around. "I'll call the doctor's office on the way. We'll be back as soon as we can."

Alex hugged Billie, crying from the pain, "Mommy it hurts!"

Billie didn't mind that he called her 'mommy' and just hugged him, stroking his hair. "Hey it's gonna be alright. We'll just get you to the doctor and make sure you're all better, okay?" She whispered, kissing his forehead before standing up. "Okay, let's go."

Henry stared at Billie and she glanced at him back. "What?"

He shrugged. "Nothing."

They drove to the doctor's office in silence, both lost in their own thoughts. The rest of the day was a blur for Billie, consumed by worry about Alex and trying to keep Rose occupied. She couldn't help but feel a strange sense of gratitude towards Henry for being there, for taking care of everything while she dealt with her own emotions.

As they waited for Alex to get out of the examination room, Billie and Henry exchanged glances. There was an understanding between them, a connection that had been forged over time and shared experiences. They both knew that this was more than just taking care of their kids together; it was something deeper. Something real.

They found a quiet corner of the waiting room and sat down, each lost in their own thoughts. Billie couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that Henry was there with her, someone who understood the complexities of their situation and didn't judge her for it.

"I'm sorry about earlier," she finally said, breaking the silence. "I didn't mean to... I mean, that stuff is just for..." She trailed off, embarrassed again.

"Billie that's your house, your bed, your choice. I have no say in it. I would fuck you if you were mine though."

Billie looked at him ridiculously, "You better watch your fucking words, Henry."

The doctor came out a few moments later, looking relieved. "Everything checked out just fine. He's got a pretty good bump, but it's not anything to worry about. You can put ice on it for a little while to help with the swelling. As long as he's not complaining of any headaches or dizziness, he should be fine to go home with you."

Billie exhaled a shaky breath, the tension easing from her shoulders. "Thank God." She turned to Henry. "Well thank you and I'll pick up Rose after school. And please, don't try me." She said sarcastically and walked out the hospital.

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A/N : Guess he'll have to try harder to get Bil 😎😎