This evening she was naked, lying back on the sofa, her legs wide, her pussy soaked.

The tinny voice over the small speaker, breathless, directed her actions. “Rub that pussy for me, slide two fingers deep inside your cunt; fuck yourself hard."

She followed the direction, her juices running down her thighs, her mouth giving up a cry.

"Stroke your clit—imagine it's my tongue lapping it."

She imagined it as her back arched off the sofa.

"Cum all over your fingers for me right now, baby. Moan while you squirt.”

The front door opened, there stood her husband.