Birthday, Chapter 2
Every time she fingered herself, now, she found her mind wandering back to that fateful afternoon: the mystery, the domination, the intense orgasms. She and her husband would watch the videos every few times they fucked, and after several months they started talking about how to go about doing it again. When it got warm enough she would just leave the door open again whenever she masturbated, hoping for the best. Then she started tying a red balloon to the mailbox as well. By the time her birthday rolled around again, she was starting to think it would never happen. She lay on the bed with a dildo in each hand, sucking on one and teasing her pussy with the other. She tried to recreate the feeling of being double penetrated, but it just wasn’t …