Long-Distance Relationship with Loving Husband

She smoked a joint as he professed his love and yearning, which she knew was almost explicitly sexual, “I love you baby, I miss you so much, work is a bitch, I’m getting a promotion, I need you, I can’t wait to get back home.” She knew it was all true. He hated his job, but he liked money. He loved sex, but he had morals, raised Christian and all. Jane was his princess from the wrong side of the tracks; she told him of an entirely contrived day of going to the gym and getting groceries, she loved him too, she was missing him hopelessly, she was wet for his return, etc. And yawned.

After her phone conversation she had a couple minutes to excite herself for the impending fuck. She had just awoken in a pile of bodies and dried juices, kicked out the lurkers, washed her pasty face, and thrown on a silk nightie and a nice silky pale pink g-string with lace semi-transparent hearts decorating the edges. She worked herself up, immersing herself in an illusion ideal but different rather than better than the glory to be. The doorbell rang. She was filthy, and she was ready for a hard nailing and a group bathing.