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Josephine knew her husband would be home any minute now, but the thought of dragging herself out of bed to cook dinner felt like climbing a mountain. She wasn't in the mood to move at all. Something heavy sat on her chest - not quite sadness, more like a dull, restless fog that made every small task seem pointless. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what could possibly lift this mood. Then her eyes drifted to the nightstand drawer. Without really thinking, she reached inside and pulled out the small, hot-pink vibrator - the one she kept for exactly these kinds of afternoons. It felt cool against her palm at first, then quickly warmed as she switched it on. The low hum filled the quiet room like a secret promise. She slipped her panties to the side, parted her thighs, and pressed the buzzing tip against her clit. A soft gasp escaped her lips almost immediately. The vibration traveled straight through her core, chasing away the fog little by little. She circled slowly at first, teasing herself, letting the pleasure build in lazy waves. Her free hand wandered up under her thin tank top, cupping one heavy breast, thumb brushing over the stiffening nipple. The sensation sharpened everything - her breathing grew deeper, her hips started rocking in tiny, needy motions against the toy. She turned the vibration up a notch. Now the pleasure coiled tighter, hotter. Her pussy grew slicker with every pass, the wet sounds mixing with her quiet moans. She imagined strong hands pinning her wrists, a rough mouth on her neck, and the fantasy pushed her closer. Her inner walls fluttered, greedy for more. She slid the toy inside herself - shallow at first, then deeper - fucking herself with slow, deliberate strokes while the clit attachment kept buzzing relentlessly against her swollen bud. Her back arched off the mattress. She was so close now, thighs trembling, breath hitching, right on the delicious edge... The front door clicked open. Josephine froze for half a second, toy still buried inside her, buzzing away. Footsteps in the hallway. Then her husband appeared in the bedroom doorway, jacket still on, keys dangling from his fingers. His eyes went wide as they landed on her: legs spread, cheeks flushed, tank top rucked up over her full breasts, the bright pink vibrator glistening between her thighs. "Well... hello," he said, voice low and amused. "And the dinner?" Josephine didn't even try to cover up. Instead she gave him a slow, wicked smile, her voice thick with arousal. "If you fuck me properly - really properly - I'll make you something delicious afterward. Deal?" He didn't need convincing. The jacket hit the floor in seconds. He crossed the room in three strides, climbed onto the bed, and buried his face between her massive breasts, groaning against her soft skin as he sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. Josephine threaded her fingers through his hair, pulling him closer while she reached down to guide his already rock-hard cock to her dripping entrance. He thrust in with one smooth, deep stroke, filling her completely. She cried out, legs wrapping around his waist, urging him faster. He obliged - hard, steady rhythm that made her tits bounce wildly with every slam. She rode him back just as eagerly, grinding her clit against his pelvis, chasing the orgasm that had been interrupted moments earlier. His hands gripped her hips, then slid up to squeeze her breasts, thumbs flicking her nipples as he pounded into her. "Fuck, you're so wet," he growled against her ear. "Been playing without me?" "Needed it," she panted, nails digging into his shoulders. "Now make me come." He angled his hips just right, hitting that perfect spot inside her over and over. The tension snapped. Josephine shattered around him with a loud, broken moan, pussy clenching rhythmically down his length as waves of pleasure crashed through her. He followed seconds later, burying himself deep and spilling inside her with a rough groan. They stayed tangled together for a long minute, breathing hard. Finally he lifted his head, smirking. "So... about that dinner?" Josephine laughed breathlessly, still trembling. "Give me five minutes. And maybe round two after dessert."