“Just like that,” my voice didn’t even sound like my own. “Don’t stop. Oh, God, don’t stop. I’m so close.” I ran my fingers over my clit rapidly, panting loudly, moaning in short bursts. “Don’t stop, baby. Fuck me harder.” My legs stiffened. I felt it coming and whined impatiently, “Please. I need it. I need you.” Everything went tight. My ass clenched, my tight hole fluttered and my fingers worked overtime over the bundle of nerves that demanded attention. I was desperate for it and just when I thought it would never come, my eyes shot open, my back arched and I hoarse cry escaped me as my body went numb, my head swam and pussy clenched then released, over and over again, in what was the most intense orgasm I had ever given myself.

And as quickly as it arrived, it began to ebb away, leaving me a puddle of goop in the center of the bed. My body limp, I huffed and puffed quietly, making soft sounds of feminine satisfaction, running my legs up and down the length of the sheets until my heart beat returned to an acceptable pace and feeling returned to my body.

I sat up on the mattress and blinked sleepily. After a while, I got up, went to the bathroom and cleaned up. I washed my hands, turned off the faucet, and thought a long moment before I glanced up directly into my reflection and uttered a timid, “It could have been you.”

It could have been.

But you’re not here.

I felt silly. This little show may have all been for nothing. There was no guarantee he was watching. But, as I shuffled back to bed and slipped under the covers, my body felt lighter than it had in weeks. I fell asleep thinking I should do this again tomorrow, if not for Ettore, for me.

After all, I was only human.

* * *

I woke with a new attitude. Maybe it was the delicious orgasm I had given myself or it was the fact Marco had given me solid confirmation that Ettore was watching me, but when I slipped out of bed in the morning and walked towards the bathroom, I turned on the shower and spoke out loud as I pulled a fresh towel out from under the vanity. “Good morning. I would say have a good day, but I’m still mad at you, so all I’ll say is have the day you deserve, dear husband.” I blew a kiss towards the mirror, then stepped into the shower with a coy smile.