to be home in sixty minutes or less. “Are you stroking that cock for me? Is that cock hard for me, Sean? I wish I could see it. I wish I could suck it right now. Stroke that cock for me, baby.”
I do as Becky demands and stroke my cock vigorously. The lotion spreads all over, squishing itself between my fingers and making the entire situation that much better. I watch the screen, unable to peel my eyes away from Becky’s body. Her tits jiggle as she picks up speed, rubbing her clit with the tips of three of her fingers, and I can tell she’s starting to get close. I recognize the look on her face and the rhythmic way she uses the dildo, keeping a cadence as she rubs herself.
When I see her moving closer and closer to the edge, I feel myself doing the same. My cock throbs as I stroke it, and Becky’s moans let me know it’s about to happen.
“Oh fuck, baby. I’m about to come,” she advertises from my phone. “Oh yeah, I’m about to come. Oh fuck!”
I keep my eyes glued to the screen as I watch Becky come all over her pink dildo, rubbing her clit the entire time. She moans and writhes on her bed, and watching her come is all I need to send me careening into my own orgasm. I’m rocked by the explosion as cum shoots out of my cock and lands on my stomach. I keep my eyes open and look at Becky, who’s panting and still rubbing small circles on her wet clit. As my orgasm finally begins to subside, I don't regret taking Dr. Colson’s advice for a second. The masturbation was good, but watching Becky masturbate in front of me made it that much better.
When it’s all said and done, I lift myself off the couch, making sure not to drip anything anywhere, and clean up in the bathroom. I wash my hands and dick off, before going back into the living room to put the lotion away. Since I used the sultry video of Becky, I don't have to worry about clearing my browsing history or anything like that.
I sit back down on the couch and put on a Netflix original, while I wait for Becky to come home. It’ll still be over half an hour until she’s back, and then we’ll eat the fast food we decided on when she texted me before going into her meeting. By my calculation, it'll be another couple of hours before we have sex, plenty of time for me to recover and put Dr. Colson’s prescription to the test.
Forty minutes later, Becky walks through the door holding a McDonald’s bag. She looks exhausted from her long day, probably a little stressed out from the late meeting, but still just as flawless now as she was in the old video I just watched.
“Hey, baby.” She greets me with a smile as she places the bag of food on the kitchen counter and makes her way over to me, wrapping her arms around me like she’s been waiting to do it all day. Her hug feels like she really missed me, and the feeling is mutual.
“Hi, beautiful,” I reply as I nuzzle her neck, pulling an adorable giggle from her. “How was your day?”
“Annoying,” Becky answers. “Stupid staff meeting was a huge waste of time, but that didn't stop the administrator from forcing everyone to wait for him. Such bullshit. I’m just glad to be home. I missed you. It’s nice to come home to you for once. How was your day? What have you been doing?”
I keep my arms wrapped around Becky tightly as I smile to myself. “My day was fine, baby, and I haven't been doing much since I got here. Just thinking about you.”
16
~ Sean ~
Becky and I sit down on our cream-colored couch in the living room with the bag of McDonald’s wide open. On the TV, Netflix streams an Adam Sandler movie that offers us an occasional chuckle, while the two of us pull at wrappers and grab at fries. The smell of delicious-tasting but totally unhealthy food fills up the room, and Becky and I take glances up at the screen between bites. My mind, however, isn't on the movie. I’m thinking about the sex I plan on having with Becky tonight.
After having masturbated an hour and a half or so ago, I wonder what it’s going to be like. I’ve