My Guilty Pleasure

I locked the doors and set the security alarm. After undoing my dress, I turned on my deep tissue massager and jumped on the couch. My sore legs needed some much needed attention. I had gone a bit overboard with my workout earlier in the day to take my mind off of the impending dinner. With Nina.

At times I had imagined Nina to be easy going like Ash. Other times I had imagined her to be confrontational. In the end, she turned out to be neither and I was a bit confused about what to make of her.

Nina was, of course, Ash’s wife. They had invite me for a night out.

“Hey, how was the dinner?” Yasmin asked as I called her.

“It was OK.”

“How was Nina?”

“She is …nice. “ I said, undecidedly.

“Do I sense jealousy?”

“Oh don’t start with that again, Yasmin. But one thing though, she is drop dead gorgeous.”

“Oh yeah, more than you?”

“Pfff...definitely dude, she is so pretty. And she had such a perfect makeup, winged eyeliners, and her hair was immaculately curled. And she wore this classy long gown.”

“What did you wear? You didn't go in your jeans did you?“

“I seriously wanted to, because I was so tired, but I knew it was a high-end place so I just wore one of my dresses. Nina probably didn’t like it.”

“Oh she told you so?”

“No, I mean, I don't really know, she was like- “Oh, I like your dress. I personally wouldn't wear anything that's above my knees. I don't like to expose my arms either, but that's just me, that’s how I was raised. But it suits you.” ”

“What! She said that?”

“Yeah, I wasn't sure if she was complimenting me or …”

“Dude, that's crazy. Didn’t Ash say something?”

“Ash was away. But it's all good, I don’t really get offended by what people say anymore. Been through a lot worse.“

“Why did she even want to meet you?” Yasmin had become fiercely protective of me.

“Don't worry. She was okay otherwise. She was mostly into herself.”

By “into herself” I actually meant “self absorbed” but I didn’t feel like saying that out loud. Nina had seemed a bit too busy fiddling with her purse, checking her hair, her makeup every so often. Then her phone would buzz and she would look at it, pick it up to give one word answers. She would then take a few selfies. And then back to her hair and makeup. I thought she was a bit vain to be honest. But I didn’t have the mental energy or inclination to judge anyone about how they lived their lives.

“Did she ask about …?” Yasmin asked tentatively. I knew what she meant.

“Not really. She commented that it must be tough for me to be alone in a new city. And that she could never be away from her husband like that.”

Again, I didn’t mention how she gave me a stare after she said this, and added that a woman needs a man around.

“Wow!” Yasmin said.

“We had a nice chat otherwise, she actually told me a few places to visit and offered to take me around.” She had been nice around Ash.

We hung up soon and I jumped in the shower. As the steaming water hit my body, I felt depressed about my own marriage and about how Nina had treated me. Soon, the depression turned into rage. How dare people treat me like that?

By the time I came out of the shower, I was in a defiant mood. I poured a glass of wine and sat on the couch to moisturize. A thought hit me.

I removed my tank top and then took off my panties, getting completely naked. I applied the moisturizing oil all over my body, which felt so smooth to the touch.

I squeezed my breasts making my nipples perk up. I arched my body as I massaged them. As my hands slid down to my belly, it trembled with excitement.

Slowly, I went down and rubbed my hips, my legs and then went back up to my inner thighs. I was aroused by the thought of what I was going to do.

I looked at my nipples and they ached to be sucked. I closed my eyes and this time I deliberately fantasized about Ash. I imagined Ash’s lips wrapped around them. Kissing them softly at first, sucking them and then flicking them with his tongue and pulling on them. I rubbed myself as he sucked them, and bit them lightly.

I spread my legs apart and started touching myself there. This time I wanted it to be nasty. I wanted to get back at Nina.

I imagined pushing Ash’s head down. He slid down, kissing me on my belly, lower and lower and then on my inner thighs. Finally he kissed me on my pussy. I started thrusting my hips, letting go of my inhibitions, which was not easy for me, even when I was alone. But I wanted to imagine rubbing my clit on his face so bad. And the wine certainly helped.

I forced myself to stop just at the point of no return. Gasping for breath, I put my arms over my head. But no way I was going to stop. Why should I deny myself pleasure? I was angry. Besides, nothing wrong with some healthy fantasizing right? Yes, nothing wrong at all.

I imagined getting up and pushing Ash on the couch firmly. In my fantasy, he was fully clothed while I was completely naked. I got a weird pleasure by exposing myself to him. It felt sexy.

So I danced for him, swaying my hips. I imagined giving him a good view of my backside, rubbing my hips on his crotch. Then, I imagined turning around and sitting on his lap, face to face, with my legs wrapped around him.

I went back to the couch and lay on my tummy, and started dry humping a pillow. I was thrusting my hips, my clitoris rubbing on the fabric. I imagined staring into his eyes as I humped him. He moved his face to kiss me, but I jerked back and smiled, teasing him a few times.

Soon, I felt close to cumming. I picked up the massage gun, turned it to maximum setting, and put it on the pillow. As I sat on it, I started rubbing it hard with my clit. By now, I was sweating and gasping. I ached to explode. I closed my eyes again, and imagined that I savagely kissed Ash, almost biting his lips. He kissed me back with equal passion and our tongues intertwined.

I kept thrusting harder and harder. I needed him so badly. Finally, I imagined breaking the kiss with a loud splat, and squeezing his mouth with my hand. I said out loud, “Fuck! You are so sexy! I am going to fuck you so hard!” I kept humping the massager.

I felt it build from my clit and soon the ecstasy was spreading to my entire body. I curled my toes, arched my back and started thrusting my hips even harder as my brain started to fog up. “I am cumming” I said, as I imagined lifting his shirt up and pressing my bare chest on his.

I shook hard at that image, my sore legs providing no resistance as I climaxed. My head swirled as wave after wave of pleasure rippled through my body.

When I was done, I felt spent. I pulled the throw on top of me and fell asleep on the couch.