Just a little bit more

Maisy seemed to have quietened down so they headed for bed. Helen lay there in a slight state of shock that her husband didn’t share as she heard his breathing shift to slow steady breaths of sleep. So much had happened. She had done so many things she couldn’t believe. Her mind was filled with recollections. Agreeing to wear the dress, then the underwear. The two beautiful friends freely showing their beautiful bodies. So many new people, some of whom had said many complimentary things about her, some openly expressing their admiration for her beauty. Then just now. As if conjured by her thoughts more noises started coming from Maisy’s room. Are they doing it again? Twice in one night? Is that even possible?

Her pussy began to tingle again at the thought of it. Her arousal from before started to come back and she had remembered how close she had been to her second orgasm. The longing in her crotch was getting unbearable as she listened to the filthy words her friend was shouting. Now in the quiet of the dark, she could hear the bed moving. Such a pace, and not stopping or slowing.

She made herself jump as she subconsciously touched herself between her legs. She snatched her hand away. Not this too. She couldn’t let herself do something else so bad. She gripped her hand to her chest and tried not to listen. Sleep was useless. She was breathing hard as she tried to control her hands but her thighs squeezed together and her hips moved, her muscles clenched as she instinctively sought stimulation.

She was getting hot so she pulled the covers off herself. The cool night air made her aware of her wetness. She just wanted to see how wet she was. She was just curious to see if she was as aroused as she thought she was.

Her fingers touched the sensitive skin. A little lower down to get to the wet part. She let out a little whimper as her fingers brushed over the hood of her clitoris and down the lips of her labia. Sure enough, she found a plentiful supply of liquid and she ran her fingers through it. She dragged the wetness up, as she intended to pull her hand away but a finger slipped under the hood of her clit and touched the delicate nub with slippery fingers. Quiet little, high pitched moans crept out of her throat as she found a motion that produced incredible sensations.

The second hand joined the first and spread the lips apart as the first went to retrieve more lubrication from below. With better access, the sensation was all the better. I’m so bad, she thought. I’m touching myself next to my sleeping husband while listening to my best friend. I just want to orgasm so much. Why does it have to feel so good? Why does Maisy have to sound so sexy? Why does her boyfriend have to make love to her for so long? I’m a naughty sinner.

She came, one hand clamped over her mouth as she told herself how bad she was. She did it two more times before she could get to sleep.