Days later.

Scarlett Johansson slowly woke up as a persistent beam of morning sunlight fell through a crack in the curtains, right on her face. She was lying in bed, cuddled snuggly against her husband, with her head on his shoulder. As her mind woke up more and her eyes opened, she was greeted with the familiar sight of their shared bedroom. She could take a look at the expensive furniture, or get up and walk into the en-suite bathroom for her morning shower. But instead, her eyes were solely on her husband's bare chest. her eyes followed the subtle definition of his muscles, down, across his stomach, until she was looking at the bedsheets covering everything below the hips.

An urge began to fill her mind, and she slowly slid down under the covers. She went down until her head was inches from his crotch, and she could smell the musky aroma of his half-erect cock. She leaned down and guided his member into her waiting mouth using her hands. She eagerly and passionately began to suck and lick his cock, feeling it swell inside her mouth, filling her more with each passing second. After a while, she was fully bobbing her head up and down, making deep and long strokes while keeping a tight grip around him with just her mouth. She felt hands grab the sides of her head, and begin to guide her actions.

This had been their morning routine now, for the past three days, each morning, she would wake her husband up by sucking his cock. She was good at it, they both knew it, and she used every bit of her skill to make the moment as perfect as possible. Surrounded in the darkness of the bedsheets, Scarlett eagerly slurped and sucked away, until he pushed her head fully down until her nose rested against his pelvis. She made a gagging noise as her air was being cut off before her throat was filling up with thick shots of his cum. She began to swallow as much as she could before his orgasm ran out, and he let her go. The blankets were being thrown off, and as she raised her head from his still semi-hard cock, she looked in the warm and loving eyes of her husband.

She crawled up against his body until they were face to face before she lowered her hips. With a soft moan, his cock slid into her wet pussy. Within seconds, he was hard again, and her pussy felt full with his swollen member. She rolled her hips once, making a satisfied moan, as his cock moved against her over sensitive folds. She raised her hips once, before slamming down hard, making him grunt in satisfaction. That was the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, and the two began to fuck each other passionately and frantically.

An hour later, Scarlett was still going at it. She had fucked him to at least five orgasms, and each time he came deep inside her pussy, filling her womb with his warm seed, a tingle of pleasure surged from her cunt. Her flawless skin shone with a fine layer of sweat, and her nipples and clit were hard from her arousal. Her eyes were partially rolled back as she was a split second away from reaching her own orgasm. But the thing was, she had been a split second away from it for the entire time. While she fucked her husband to one orgasm after the other, nothing seemed to make her cum as well. She was riding the edge of what had to be a massive climax but simply couldn't cross it.

And this was not unique to today. The previous day was just the same. And the one before it as well. She was completely unable to reach orgasm for some reason. And it was driving her insane with pent-up frustration and need. With a final grunt, her husband came a final time, and the **** of his seed shot against her womb and pussy and had her throw back her head as waves of pre-orgasmic pleasure rippled from her pussy around his cock. It was pure bliss. Pure, maddening bliss, as even the heightened pleasure was not enough to make her cross the line into release. She felt his cock finally soften inside her aching cunt, knowing that was the end of their morning ritual, she got off of him and shakily made her way towards the bathroom.

As the hot water of the shower ran across her skin, her hands began to wander, taking on a life of her own. Soon enough, she had one hand cupping her breast, while the other one was frantically rubbing her clit. An unfortunate side effect of not being able to cum was that she was constantly pent up with desire. After a moment, she moved her hand from rubbing her clit, to using two fingers to pump her pussy. Her cunt contracted hard around her fingers, making her moan in pleasure. It all felt so good, and it took no time at all for her to be right at the edge of orgasm. But as was the case for the last three days, she was utterly unable to cross it into orgasm.

Minutes went by, and she was just masturbating under the shower like a sex-starved mad woman. And in a way, she was. Several minutes more, and a yell from her husband telling her he was off pulled her out of her sexual haze. She stepped out of the shower, and after drying herself went to her closet to get dressed.

She began with what she always did recently; she opened a box that held their collection of sex toys and took out a modest, but slightly above-average vibrating dildo. She inserted it into her pussy, and the **** wetness from the last few days made it slide all the way in without effort. Next was a thong of soft silk, and a matching bra. The thong ensured the dildo would remain in place, and the material was soft enough to not overly agitate her now permanently hard nipples and clit. Over that went an elegant summer dress, that hid her modesty, but still showed off her curves.

As she walked down the stairs, she took note of how her pussy pulsated around the sex toy with each step, giving her subtle stimulation as she walked. Already her arousal was starting to rise, and she knew from past experience, that it was not going to go down anytime soon. She took her phone from the dinner table, put it in her handbag, and left the house. She wanted to make a surprise visit with her agent for some business talks, so she would have to get breakfast on location.

Her agent's office was not super far from her home, so she often walked there, much like today. However, it being early morning on a workday, meant that the usually busy streets of LA were absolutely crowded with people. But she navigated them with practised ease and made good time to a nearby cafe where she could get breakfast. A sudden burst of vibration between her legs had her almost lose her balance, and she looked around to see if anyone noticed. Across the street, she saw a group of teens sitting at a bus stop, and one of them had taken out his phone, which was directed at her. Most likely to take a picture of her, as was a common thing with famous people in LA. A second burst from the toy made her knees go weak for a split second. She saw one of the other kids take out his phone as well, and point it at her. A second later, a pulse of vibrations directly against her G-spot had her moan as the pleasure surged, and her body, so **** for release, awoke to the stimulation. She looked at the kids across from her and gave them the sultriest, lustful look she could give them. This of course had the side effect that they kept taking pictures, and every other second her pussy was assaulted by powerful vibrations. The bus pulling up in between them blocked their vision, and immediately, the toy fell silent.

Scarlett composed herself as quickly as she could, and resumed her journey. Arriving at the cafe, she took a seat, and after placing her order, waited patiently. As she did, her mind began wondering about the same subject it did recently; How fucking horny she woke up recently. If only she could remember the dream, but it always eluded her upon awakening, and her morning was taken up by other things than wondering about a dream. Just thinking about it made her body ache with need, and she pressed her legs together in an effort to get some stimulation and friction going. A sudden burst from the toy had her squeal, and she made a halfhearted excuse to the nearby family. A family, whose 15-year-old daughter just took a picture of her.

Trying to distract her, she opened her phone and began to browse her social feed. After a moment, she saw a notification that a new contact had been added to her list. That was strange, how had she not noticed this before? She tapped it and saw the name and number appear on her screen.

Henry Johnson. His phone number was shown underneath it, and underneath that, his address. She noted that his address was in the richer part of LA, on the other side of town. As she finished reading the info, a memory hit her with such **** that it took her breath away.

The cinema, at the movie premiere. She remembered how her toys had driven her crazy all throughout the showing. How she went to the restroom to try and get off. it didn't work, obviously, but she remembered him calling out to her, and her in her desperation accepting his offer. Her cheeks flushed red when more memories returned, and how she sucked his cock on the dirty floor of a public toilet. How he fucked her eager pussy. And how she had loved every second of it. But more than that, she remembered how it felt when he emptied his balls inside of her, filling her with his seed. Her pussy clamped down hard around the toy as the memories returned of how that finally triggered her own orgasm, and how hard she had screamed. Her brain went into overdrive trying to process these new memories, and she got a graphic image of how he had fucked her from behind against the wall while guests were coming in and out of the room. Remembering how hard she came from that position as he filled her womb a second time actually had her pussy convulse with minor orgasmic waves. Just remembering that moment was enough to push her right to the edge.

Her hand hovered above the call button, shaking in place as the desires and needs of her body clashed with the rationale of her mind. She cheated on her husband with this random stranger. But he managed to make her cum. She allowed herself to be fucked like a cheap street whore. But he made it so she could cum. He made her scream like an ordinary porn slut. BUT HE MADE HER CUM!!!

The sound of a nearby phone had her look at the family again. The young teen had taken another picture of her, and the toy sprang back to life with a powerful burst of vibrations. Before she could stop it, her hand moved down and pressed the call button. She was sweating from anxiety, was she really doing this? But she heard the dial tone, the move was made, and now she had to follow through. After a while, the phone connected, and Scarlett heard a male voice.

"Hello Scarlett, I was wondering when you would call."

She recognized it as the man from the theatre. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, before opening it again. Henry remained silent throughout her struggle as if he knew what was going through her mind. A burst from the toy broke the final bits of her resolve for her.

"I remember you from the other night. You helped me then, I am wondering if you can help me again?"

There was a moment of silence before Henry replied.

"Are you referring to how I fucked your brains out? How I made you cum so hard that you almost screamed your voice raw?"

Face flush with embarrassment, she stammered for a moment, before Henry's command to always tell the truth to him **** her to respond.

"Yes. That is what I meant."

The line fell silent, and she could hear the distant moans of a woman in the background.

"Sure, but I was planning to do other stuff today. You have two hours before I decide to go out. You have my address, be on time, or be out of luck."

"WAIT, your place is."

"BEEP BEEP BEEP."

Scarlett stared at her phone for a moment, not believing he had actually hung up on her. She checked his address on her phone and found that she could make it within two hours. But it would be close. She got up and left some money for the waitress. It took her almost all of the two hours, but she made it. She stood in front of a fairly large stand-alone villa. An ornate fence surrounded the plot, with an intercom at the gate. She pressed the bell and waited.

"Cutting it close there Scarlett, I was just about to leave. Come on in, the front door is open."

With a buzz, the fence unlocked remotely, and she pushed it open. Walking down the driveway towards the front door had never been more stressful in her life, but there was no turning back now. She took a deep breath, pushed open the front door, and stepped into Henry's house.