I couldn’t sleep. The desire burning in me was so strong. As I lay there next to my beloved husband, our backs to each other, all that was on my mind was how much I wanted him right now. His slight snoring told me he was deeply asleep. He had worked late today, worked so hard. I couldn’t bear to try to seduce him before bed because I knew how exhausted he was, and how he would do anything to please me no matter what. I thought I could forget how unbelievably horny I was and just drift off. After all, I worked all day too. I was tired. But the nagging desire wouldn’t let me rest.
As I lay on my left side, I slipped my right hand down my fleece pants. I rubbed on the outside of my cotton panties, right over my clit. First slowly, then faster and faster. I tried not to move too much, but my hips rocked involuntarily as I neared orgasm. I put my left hand over my mouth to stifle the soft whimpering as the throbbing release took over. My husband never stirred.