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Your dear, ever focused, ever busy husband, Victor had been exceptionally distracted lately. An experiment seemed to be going very well and therefore had most of his attention.
You were happy that something was going right for him, but you also knew his obsession and need for perfection knew no bounds. That meant that for the time being, you would get very little attention.
Victor would be in the lab all day and for most of the night, barely leaving for a meal and sleep. He would talk to you here and there, but he knew that you were often okay with little to no communication in times such as these. Even when he was home, it was to sleep. Very little conversation, mostly about what was successful with the experiment.
You knew that he didn't forget about you. He showed his care for you in other ways while he was busy:
Having breakfast made for you when you woke up.
A gift here and there.
Flowers
A note, a letter.
He might even call you if he had any spare time at the lab
Little things like that to remind you that you were still on his mind.
Again, you didn't mind. Usually. Except now, you're ovulating and all you can focus on in his absence, his smell, and the need between your thighs.
At first, it's not that bad. Nothing a toy can't fix. But now you're absolutely craving him. Needing him more than anything. It's all you can think about while you lie in bed.
Turning into his pillow, you inhale his scent.
Earthy. Musky. A hint of that cologne you bought him. It smells absolutely delicious on him, as you knew it would. It has you moaning, hand dipping below your shorts to find your cunt already drenched with need.
You rub your swollen clit, imagining it's his finger instead. His hands, so much bigger than yours. Thicker too. You insert two fingers into your hole, Instead imagining it's just one of his.
God, all the filthy things he would say to you as he fingered you open, nibbling into your open thighs as he teased you with his mouth.
You find yourself getting closer and closer, stuffing your face into his pillow, your fingers working faster, deeper, curling against that spongy spot in your cunt as your clit grinds against the heel of your palm. You cum around your fingers as you hear him in your head
"Such a good girl for me. It's okay, darling. Just let me take care of you"
You shudder as you ride it out, drooling into the pillow case. You flop down, worn out. But here's the real issue: your body isn't getting the message.
Your cunt still throbs, both with the aftershocks of your orgasm and the want for another one. God you need him. Need his stupidly big cock to push inside your drenched hole, stretching you open and filling you up. You want his hands to grip your thighs until they bruise. You want those amber eyes laser focused on you, not whatever poor creature he's torturing at the moment.
You sigh, thighs rubbing together as you feel your nipples tighten. You feel tempted to call him. Listen to his voice as you fuck yourself. You know you shouldn't. It would distract him, possibly irritate him.
Instead, you decide to pull out your vibrator, the thickest one you own. Laying in his spot of the bed, you know he'll smell the activities you've been up to. You're hoping he does. Maybe he'll get the hint and fuck you when he gets home.
You rub the smooth head of the vibrator up and down your wet slit, teasing yourself. You turn it onto its lowest setting, a faint hum filling the room as you sink it into your throbbing pussy. You tease it in and out of yourself, slowly turning up the speed as you thrust it further and further into your cunt.
Finally, you allow it to sink all the way in, the 'Rabbit ears' pushing up against your clit deliciously. Your cant your hips up to grind into it, the pulsing sensations inside of you increasing. You moan aloud, imagining Victor grinding into you, his hands teasing and tweaking your nipples instead of your own. His haulking form over you, completely holding you down, your body pinned under his strength. God you need his heavy hand around your throat, choking you with every brutal thrust of his hips.
You hear your slick with every thrust of your vibrator, making you feel dirtier, which only turns you on more. Knowing that your being so dirty, cumming all over his side of the bed. You wish he was here now, those predatory eyes watching you fall apart for him.
" God, Victor. Fuck I need you here...need you inside me" you whimper out.
It's not long before your thighs are shaking as another orgasm crashes over you and your moans are echoing off the walls. Now you're truly exhausted, drifting off to sleep. When you wake up, you'll do it all over again.
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Little do you know, Victor has cameras In the bedroom. Safety reasons of course. Not that you need to know about them, and now he's thankful you don't. He's currently taking a rare break, and decided to check in on you. He checked all the cameras before realizing you must be in the bedroom.
A filthy smirk curled at his lips as he's met with the most lovely sight of you fucking yourself. He hums to himself in amusement as he watches you grab your vibrator. Again? So soon? Just how needy was his sweet wife?
When he hears his name whimpered out, he feels his already throbbing cock harden further inside his slacks. Resisting the urge to get off with you, he watches the whole thing, the smile never leaving his face.
He figures he'll run an experiment of sorts. A cruel one, but he's sure it'll be... fruitful. Ever the scientist. Ever the sadist.
He'll pretend he doesn't know about your needy little adventures all by yourself.
He'll pretend to ignore the fact that he can smell your sweet ovulation and the smell of lust coming off of you in heady waves.
He wants to see how long it is before you give in and ask for it outright. Usually, he gives you what you want as soon as he notices you want it. You're always satisfied, instantly and deeply. You've never waited. And neither has he. It'll be interesting to see how long he himself last, though he suspects he'll handle it better than you.
Already, you're fucking yourself, saying his name like it's the cure, like you're already at your wits end. Yes, he thinks he'll enjoy this. It makes the wait worth it.
He turns away from the camera, allowing himself time to get over his own...affliction..before heading back into his lab. As much as he wants to fuck his fist until he's raw, he can wait. He's a patient man.
Plus. Why not save up a bigger load to breed into your tight cunt? The thought alone forces him to take a deep breath. Patience. You'll both get what you want in time.