Gloria drew the living room shades, then walked over to the coffee table and lit the scented candle that sat in the middle. She had just taken a shower and was wearing her bathrobe. Her skin still warm and moist from the shower water and body oil she had used, her long auburn hair still wrapped up in a bun. She slowly walked over to the couch and untied her robe. She sat slightly sideways, one foot on the floor, the other up on the couch. The robe spilled open, revealing her ample, 36D breasts, tipped with particularly small aureolas and nipples that were pointed and hard. She kept her pubic hair trimmed short into a stripe ending just above the start of her slit. She lay back on the sofa, with her head on two throw pillows. The scent from the candle was starting to fill the air with fruity floral notes.
Earlier this afternoon, her husband Dave had texted her, telling her that he had to stay late at work because of a sudden emergency. She had planned on fixing a romantic dinner for them both, to be followed by.... Well. it did not really matter. He told her that he would get some fast food on a break and not to wait up. She was crushed. She had a lovely romantic evening planned, and now she would be all alone. Well, if Dave could not join her, she reasoned, there was no reason she could not enjoy herself.
She closed her eyes and started opening her mind to her fantasies. In her mind, she was standing in front of Dave, naked, with her hands behind her back, looking at the floor. He was standing in front of her with his arms folded, scolding her for some sort of mistake. When he finished his lecture, he sat down in a kitchen chair and ordered her over his knee. As the mental image formed in her mind, her left hand pinched her left nipple while right hand drifted down to her tingling pussy. She teased herself with her index finger, running it around the outside of her pussy lips. In her mind, she was nervously lowering herself over her husband's knee.
The mental image of the feeling of her weight being supported by the tips of her toes and her torso on his legs, combined with the close up view of the floor flashed in her mind as her finger dipped inside her molten pussy. She ran the finger back and forth between her sopping hole and her hard, stiff clit, moaning loudly and spreading her legs wider. In her mind, Dave started to spank her, and her fingers began to dance over her clit. She tossed her head side to side, her moans coming regularly and getting louder. In her mind, her tears were falling from her eyes, making a puddle on the floor beneath her. The sobs in her mind merged with her moans in real life. She cried out simultaneously in both places as her orgasm overtook her, her mental image fading into the background as the pleasure became all there was.