It was Wednesday, the evening of the same day that Tessa went to Tarryn’s place, and Sophie Winterbottom was at home alone. Her husband Ignatius Winterbottom, known as Ig, had gone out to Saskatoon for a church event. He was going to be gone for a week, and Sophie was feeling grateful to be rid of him for a while and to be on her own. She was thinking about the session with Tarryn and the doctor that happened on Monday.

‘It is amazing how my sexuality is just blooming with Doc and Tessa,’ she thought. ‘All this time I have been masturbating instead of having sex.’

Sophie loved her time masturbating, and was not thinking negatively about it. She just thought about the times the had sex with Ig, and how very very rarely she had reached orgasm. She remembered his selfish rooting, and him cumming inside her only leaving her frustrated. Then when he was sleeping, touching herself quietly, holding back for as long as she could then having an intense orgasm and drifting off to sleep.

Sometimes she would wake up an hour or two later, and imagine some scenario that excited her. He fingers would find her clit, and she would make herself cum again.

After eating dinner, Sophie found a nice site that had really good porn videos, ones which did not seem contrived and the women had real orgasms. She had a paid membership, which also gave her access to members-only uploads of their own videos. It was carefully curated to prevent contamination by videos not made by members themselves.

She pulled up a video of a couple making out in a park where people were walking around.

Sophie was a voyeur, and nothing could make her ache and her pussy soaking wet quite as fast as seeing a presumably unsuspecting couple making out. There was a time that she used to think this aspect of her sexuality was dirty, and she would never share it with anyone. Now, as he watched the man's fingers moving under the woman’s skirt, she started to ache and her pussy was already dripping wet two minutes into the video. She wanted to tell someone what she was doing.

The urge to tell someone became so intense that she was burning up from it.

Sophie tried Tessa’s number, but her phone was on voice mail.

‘Should I call Doc,’ she thought. ‘He will understand. He’d never think I was a dirty slut like Ig would.’

She started to dial Doc’s number, but chickened out at the last digit.

Sophie had a special pillow, she used it only when Ig was away, she placed it on the bed or other surface, and ground her clit against it. It was exquisite because it took her a while to build up and orgasm, but every sensation was amazing to feel, and she loved it. Truth be told, she loved the pillow more than she loved her husband.

‘I am going to watch this and ride my pillow,’ she thought. ‘I wish Doc, Stefano could watch me though.’

She went upstairs and got the special pillow, and brought it down to the living room. She pulled an exercise mat from a closet, and spread it on the floor. Sophie pulled off her soaking wet panties, and straddled the pillow, still wearing the light summer dress that she put on after work. She picked up her panties and inhaled the scent.

‘Doc would love this smell,’ she thought, wishing she could send the scent to him somehow. ‘Tessa would too, she told me she loves the scent of a woman’s wet panties.’

She felt a heat pass over her when she thought about Tessa.

Sophie pressed play, and as the video played she imagined what the woman was feeling and ground her clit against the pillow. It felt really nice, but she struggled to focus.

‘I need Doc,’ she thought, wondering if she really should call him. ‘But what if he has a lover over?’

Then she remembered that he had told her that with his studies, research, practice and hospital rounds, he had not had time for a girlfriend or even a casual lover in nearly two years.

‘What a waste of a man who knows how to love a woman,’ she thought. ‘Fuck it, I will call him now.’

She got the little tripod she used sometimes with her phone, and opened WhatsApp on her phone.

“Hi Doc,” she sent. “Are you really busy? Can I call you?”

I was so happy when I saw that message. It was amazing what a message from Sophie could do to my heart.

“Oh Sophie,” I typed back. “You made my heart skip a beat. Of course, you can. Sooner the better!”

Sophie put the phone on the tripod, and popped in her wireless earphones.

‘That was nice,’ thought Sophie, initiating a WhatsApp video call. ‘I wonder if he is as smitten as I am.’

“Hey Sophie,” I answered immediately. “You know you can call me any time about absolutely anything.”

“Well, except the stock market,” I added, knowing that Sophie would understand my complete lack of understanding of stocks.

“Yea, same here,” she said. “Even stock markets, as long as I get to talk to you.”

“Okay, yes,” but you need no excuse, I said. “You are my favourite person in the world.”

“Wow,” she replied. “I like that.”

“You are,” I replied emphatically. “Anything in particular? Not that I mind just talking to you any time.”

“Well, I wanted you to see me masturbate,” replied Sophie. “You think that is more interesting than me explaining stocks to you.”

“Oh my goodness, yes!” I exclaimed. “I believe I may find that more, erm, stimulating.”

“I think you know I am a bit of a voyeur, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, and I find it incredibly sexy,” I replied. “Everything about you is sexy.”

“Aww, you make me blush,” she said. “Would you like to watch me cum?”

“Oh my, yes,” I said. “You are making me hard just with the thought of you cumming.”

“I am watching a video of a couple making out in a public park,” said Sophie.

“How does that make you feel?” I asked, more interested in feelings than anything else.

“At first I get tingle after tingle, then I start to have this delicious ache,” said Sophie. “I am aching now because of that, and because you are watching me.”

“You want to see how hard you got me?” I asked.

“Oh fuck yes!” exclaimed Sophie as a wave of emotion and sensation washed over her. “You want to see me fuck my pillow?”

“Oh, I know how that works, and it is incredibly hot,” I replied enthusiastically.

“Show me that beautiful cock that feels nice in my mouth,” said Sophie, re-positioning herself on the pillow for maximum effect.

I took out my now very hard cock, and held it in front of the camera while I rubbed the warm precum all around its head.

“He wants you, Sophie,” I gasped.

“Watch me grind,” said Sophie. “I am imagining fucking that hot cock of yours while watching this couple outside our hotel window.”

“That’s so hot,” I replied overcome with the sheer joy of it.

I watched Sophie grind her pussy against the pillow, and I could see the look of pure pleasure on her face.

“I love this feeling, watching them,” she said. “And seeing you watching me and touching your cock.”

“You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” I said. “You are amazing on so many levels.”

“Thank you, Stefano,” said Sophie. “I am not, but thank you for saying so anyway.”

“Can I see your face closer to the camera?” I asked. “I want to see your eyes, the pleasure in them.”

She moved closer, and I lost the view of her grinding hips, but I gained a closer view of Sophie’s beautiful face and the pleasure in her amazing eyes.

As Sophie ground her clit into the pillow her eyes got cloudier and cloudier, and every now and then would suddenly focus on mine, gasp loudly and fade again as her pleasure got more and more intense.

I held my cock in my hand, stroking it slowly, my thoughts fully focused on Sophie, and imagining what she was feeling.

“Feeling you,” I moaned.

“Getting close,” Sophie moaned back.

“I know you can cum at least twice,” I said, breathless from the intense things I was feeling.

“Yes,” gasped Sophie. “Cum twice, I will.”

“I want to watch you cum,” I said. “I’ll hold back, and cum with you on your second.”

“Fuck, Doc, can you do that inside me,” said Sophie. “I fantasize that a lot.”

“Nothing I would like more,” I replied through pleasure breaths. “Love that.”

Sophie’s eyes lost focus, and her breathing got more and more intense. I could feel her orgasm starting to arrive, and it took considerable self control not to let go with her.

“Cumming, Doc,” she moaned. “Fuck me please.”

“Oh yes my love, Sophie,” I said through intense breathing. “Feel me fucking your greedy cunt.”

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuccccccccccck,” yelled Sophie as her eyes closed, her head tilted back and she was in full orgasm.

She was so beautiful to watch, and how I watched her cum and did not let go myself is a mystery, but I held on, as intense as it was watching her.

After some seriously intense breathing and moaning, Sophie straightened up, still obviously grinding her clit on the pillow.

“One more,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, love you watching.”

“I love watching,” I said in a voice made thick with my own pleasure. “You.”

“Won’t be long,” she said breathlessly.

“Yes my beautiful Sophie,” I said. “Let it all out, let the orgasm carry you away.”

“Fuck yes,” she moaned, and I could see the orgasm in her eyes. It was coming fast, so I stroked my own cock harder, and tried to time my orgasm to hers.

“Right on the edge,” I moaned to her.

“Yes, fuck yes,” shouted Sophie. “Fucking cum with me now!”

And with that, we were both cumming so hard, yet at the same time, we somehow kept our eyes locked on each other. That made the orgasm amazingly intense. I kept going and so did Sophie, and it felt like my orgasm and hers were flowing together despite the technology and distance between us. It was just incredible.

I want to say it is the best orgasm ever, but I find most orgasms feel like that when you are having them. But it was definitely in the top few.

“That was amazing,” said Sophie softly, tears in her eyes.

“I hope those are tears of joy,” I said. “I hope you can feel my joy.”

“Yes,” said Sophie, sniffling. “Going now. Need to clean up, I made a mess.”

“You sure you are okay?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “I’ll call you back.”

“Okay,” I said, unconvinced. “Talk soon.”

Sophie hung up the call, and fell forward on the mat, her body racked by deep sobs.

“I fucking love Doc,” she moaned, as if it was the height of demonic possession to express such a though.

She cried for 10 minutes, soaking the exercise mat, and pulling up the pillow, her tears mixing with her juices.

“I am a married woman,” she sobbed out loud. “I can’t love Doc, I am not allowed.”

‘I am such a slut,’ she thought. ‘Ig would hate me if only he knew what I have done.’

She cried for another five minutes, then she walked to a bookshelf, and looked at a picture of her and her husband, Ignatius. She turned it face down.

‘He is not my husband,’ she thought. ‘How the fuck did I end up with such a jerk.’

Sophie decided. It had nothing to do with her feelings for Doc, it had to do with her feelings for herself.

‘I love Sophie,’ she thought. ‘I am going to let Sophie live.’

With that, she smiled.

‘I own my clit,’ she thought. ‘It is the most beautiful organ in the universe, and even if I had a billion dollars, I could not buy something that can give me as much pleasure.’

Sophie giggled at the billion dollars, because not even Ig knew that she had over half that amount in assets.

‘No,’ she thought. ‘I would give up all that money. My clit is more important.’

“Fuck giving up the money,” she laughed out loud. “I am keeping both.”

She called me back then.

“Doc,” she said. “I am sorry for crying earlier. I was just emotional, that was amazing. And I want to share that with you in person.”

“That would make my year,” I replied. “Maybe my life.”

“Doc, do you think I am a slut?” Sophie asked.

“No my beautiful, sweet, sexy, smart amazing Sophie,” I said. “You are beyond perfect.”

“No, but thanks,” she replied. “I need to go now.”

“Okay,” I said, realising that Sophie had been doing some ‘soul searching’. “You can call me back any time, I will leave my phone on with you on my whitelist.”

“Thank you, Stefano,” she said. “For everything. Sleep well, think of me.”

“That I will think of you is a certainty,” I replied. “Sleep well you too. And I will visit you in your dreams.”

“Well, ‘in my fantasies’ is better,” she said closing the connection.

I smiled.