Angry masturbation...

Beth headed upstairs to the bedroom, where she gathered up Brian's discarded clothes and tossed them against the wall angrily. She threw herself onto the bed in a huff. Maybe that's why he can't give me his attention in the bedroom anymore. Spending all his time with some slut, putting all his energy into making some OTHER woman happy for the sake of closing a deal?!
Come on... if he was being friendly, that's just his job. He did say it was a schmooze event. They're trying to hook a big client.
I don't care if it's for work! I'll break a bitch's fingers, I don't give a fuck.
{if TomHappy = 1
}Didn't you just give Tom Harden a handjob today?
That...ahem...that wasn't a handjob.
Oh? You stroked his big cock until he shot jizz all over your hands. What do you call that?
A massage...
Oh! That's totally okay, then. {else
}You need to calm down. You're not going to help anything about your situation by acting like the Overly Attached Girlfriend meme. {endif
}She was frustrated and angry, and her inner dialogue wasn't helping her feel better or calm down. She pulled open the end table to grab her pink vibrator. Pinky had seen too much use of late, but she pushed her sweatpants to her knees and began to rub her pussy while the vibrator massaged her clit. Images came to her mind, but not the ones she was expecting. They were thought of Kyle: watching him with all those cute girls at the bar had planted a seed of envy that she had not noticed until that moment. He was bigger and more fit that Brian despite being seven years younger, and the thought of him ravaging some of those little hotties put an evil smirk on her face and a fire in her nether regions.

It didn't take long for fantasies of Kyle fucking some little thing from the bikini bar to turn into fantasies of getting fucked by him herself. Serves Brian right. Would serve him even more right if I....
She squashed that thought by telling herself to enjoy the fantasy and to keep it fantasy. It wasn't long before she was covering her mouth to keep from moaning in orgasm. There was a distinct wet spot on the bed, but she didn't care. Her libido might be temporarily sated, but her anger hadn't been helped much. She put away her vibe, pulled up her sweats and let the afterglow carry her into sleep filled with dreams that were very similar to her fantasies.