I can feel his penis toying with the idea of getting hard. I am soaking his pyjamas bottoms with my vagina. I am proud of myself for waiting until I got into bed with my husband, despite being overwhelmed by horn since I saw those people in the park. This is exactly where my sexual energy should be directed. In my marital bed, with the man I love. I allow myself to move more freely. Images of what I saw in the park flashing into my mind. I use them only to increase this moment, and I stay present. My husband is the one getting me off. This is about me, and him. Michael’s penis is getting harder and harder. His eyes start to roll, his hips start to move with mine. He’s with me now, here we are. We can do this. I reach down and pull down his pyjamas enough for his dick to be free. It’s a nice dick. I’ve always loved it. I have him now. I kiss him. My husband who I love. Our tongues swirl in each other’s mouths, our breath bounces off each other’s faces. I grind myself down onto him. My orgasm building like lava working itself up a volcano, ready to spout out and explode. I sit up straight, and the visuals from the park come back to me. I’m with them now. Watching that man bang his thighs against the woman’s buttocks as he slammed his penis into her. The way he flipped her round, and ate her like the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. I roll my hips as I imagine his tongue flapping over her clitoris, her swollen labia surrounding his mouth. The thrill of me watching, the juices flowing from her like a lemon being squeezed. My hand finds its way to my vagina and I rub it hard, my entire pussy closing in as it tenses up so it can release itself all over my husband’s gorgeous penis that is swirling inside of me and feels so good. I come so hard it feels like I may have swallowed him inside of me forever. My legs spasm, my vagina throbs. My breath is short and desperate. Every part of me gave into that, and I did it with my husband. I did the right thing. That orgasm happened in the right place, with the right person. He lies still beneath me as he allows me to take my moment. I smile, knowing his turn is yet to come. I’m going to make it good for him, he deserves exactly what I just got. I open my eyes. I expect to see my husband’s blissed-out face.

It isn’t what I see.