While Nelson's at Work

It was a morning like any other, nearly indistinguishable from all the previous. Morgan was seated at the kitchen table enjoying a cup of coffee, still in her nighties, as her husband, Nelson, scurried about the house gathering up his things for work. They had found a routine and it worked. Mostly.

"Have a great day, Dear." Nelson said as he pressed his lips against her cheek gently in an event that casually offered his wife a peek at affection.

"You too, Sweetie." Morgan smiled, kissing his cheek in return, her warm tender lips causing him to linger against them a moment more.

"I will." He smiled.

Nelson grabbed his briefcase and coffee thermos before nodding at Morgan who was already buried in her phone as he slipped out the front door. She smiled as she scrolled her Twitter/X account, tapping on the heart to like a few photos from various models she was following. A sip of her coffee turned her head, but her eyes remained engrossed with the sexual nature of the images aware and uncaring that her husband had left.

Setting her mug down, Morgan's slender digits fell to her thighs, casually stroking her smooth tanned flesh. Biting down on her lip, Morgan perused more images. Her free hand found itself casually pulling aside her boyshorts to expose curly blonde tufts, her folds glistening with arousal as she found yet another appealing cock on her timeline.

"Mm..." She moaned softly as she wondered what it would feel like to ride that slab of beef, her fingers unwilling to wait any longer quickly plunged into her pleasure-slick hole.

"...fuck..." She gasped as her imagination pushed him deeper into her hungry pussy, her fingers making-due as her phallic proxy. "...shit..." Morgan whined as her imaginary lover bent her over table and claimed her. "FUCK!" A final cry of victory as her orgasm trembled through her body.

It was to be a short victory for the doorbell would ring out and pull her attention, startling her and causing her to accidentally whip her phone clear across the kitchen as her muscles were currently convulsing around two of her fingers. Irritated, she slowly withdrew her hand and fixed her shorts before rising from the table, the bell rang a second time drawing a baleful sapphire glare.

"Fuck." Morgan spit as she wandered over to retrieve her phone before answering the door. "What?!"