Zoe's quiet night at home

Zoe had never really minded all the nights where Matt left her alone at home whilst he went out with his friends. She had always been more of a homebody, enjoying a quiet night of reading by candlelight in the bath before retiring to bed nice and early to get a good night's rest. That being said, she did love spending time with her boyfriend. He was such a caring guy, always going above and beyond to make her happy. Their relationship was almost perfect, but even still, she couldn't help but feel a sense of... boredom.

Their lives had become almost, monotonous. They followed the same regular schedule each day, rarely doing anything spontaneous, or exciting. Matt's excuse had always been that money was too tight to be going out for nice meals and acitivities too often, though it didn't quite add up based on their combined incomes and expenses. Zoe hoped that this discrepancy in the math was because he was secretly saving up for a ring.

Of course, the other issue was their sex lives. She remembered back when Matt had first started going out with his friends nearly every weekend for drinks. Back then, he used to come home dying to fuck her, the drinks giving him just the right amount of confidence to take control the way Zoe liked it. However, these days, he would usually retire to bed the moment he returned home. It had been going on long enough that she knew that if she wanted to even come close to being sexually satisfied on a Friday night, she would have to do it herself, which was exactly what she was doing on this particular evening.

Zoe is lying in their bed wearing one of Matt's T-shirts and nothing else. She has her classic wand vibrator in her hand pressed against her clit, a tool that would usually get the job done. She knew no one was home, which meant that she didn't have to bother quieting her moans as she pleasured herself.

She had been at it for a nearly ten minutes now, her eyes closed thinking back to a memory when Matt had come home drunk and taken her from behind right on their kitchen countertop. She wished deeper than anything else that he would go back to doing that sort of thing. It felt so good, to feel that desired, to know that her body turned him into such an animal. It didn't even matter to her that he never seemed to last very long, the fact that her body made him cum that fast felt good enough as it was.

As her mind lingers on that sensation of Matt filling her up with his warm cum, she feels herself approaching the brink of orgasm.

"Oh fuck!" She moans, the words slipping out of her mouth as she feels herself about to climax.

She bites her lips to prevent any further outbursts. No one was home, but her neighbours weren't deaf. Feeling things getting close, she turns up the intensity of the vibrator before feeling her body go tense. The waves of pleasure build until finally it all explodes. Her pussy starts gushing like a fountain, spraying her squirt juices all the way to the end of the bed. Her legs tremble as she experiences an intense orgasm from the memory of her boyfriend taking her from behind.

When it finally comes to an end, she's panting for breath, her muscles finally relaxing as she lifts the vibrator from her now sensitive clit. As she drops it to her side, she lightly rubs her pussy with her bare hand, enjoying the remaining pleasure as it slowly fades away. She looks down at the bed beneath her, the sheets soaked through with her bodily fluids. She would need to change them before Matt got home, but it was completely worth it, she thinks to herself.

Once she's fully recovered, she springs into action, tidying up after herself. She stashes her vibrator away, somewhere Matt won't find it so as not to stroke his ego. She then prepares her bath, letting the water run whilst adding some relaxing salts and lighting her candles. She could wait to change the sheets from her little self-pleasure session later, Matt wasn't going to be home for awhile. Once her bath is ready, she strips out of the T-shirt she's wearing, lights her candles, grabs a glass of wine and gets to reading her book in the tub.

She lies there, peacefully reading for nearly an hour, before she finally hears the familiar jingle of Matt's keys at the front door.