

I was jerking off on the couch when she came in, but it didn't lead to hot sex.
She stood in the doorway and watched before gently raising her skirt and sliding a hand under the elastic. I heard her sigh as she pushed two fingers into her pussy and the two of us watched as we made ourselves come, aching to be closer but resisting all the same. By the time I was erupting onto my hand and stomach, she was trembling and clenching her knees tightly as she told me she wanted it inside her. I promised her it would happen. The next time we'd come together: me inside her and her clenching around me.
Two hours later when my wife came home, neither of us said a thing.