I woke up the next morning with my thighs already slick. My pussy was throbbing before I even opened my eyes—swollen, pink, and leaking fresh arousal onto the ruined sheets. The scent of cum from last night hung heavy in the air. My nipples were tight peaks, and my clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. Six more days until James came home. I could survive that… right?

I dragged myself to the bathroom on shaky legs. The full-length mirror showed the truth: my pretty pink pussy lips were puffy and glistening, strings of my creamy wetness stretching between my thighs with every step. I turned on...