At that point of the “night” (5 AM) I decided to go to sleep, but they were definitely not done, not even close. They went back to the living room...and my friend told me a couple of hours later they’d only slept for an hour. Apparently they’d spent another 2 hours fucking on the living room floor.I woke up with a massive hangover around 10 AM, and when I opened my eyes, I immediately asked myself: Why is the 9″ black dildo on the nightstand? Why is my ass so sore? Where is my friend?I walked out. Today’s a big day for my company and I’m under a bunch of pressure.”I knew he’d been struggling at work lately, and might even be at risk of losing his job. I stammered, “Uh…the car’s acting up. Something’s wrong with the engine.”“Well, you’re a smart woman, Em…figure it out, for Christ’s sake…I haven’t got time for this.” Then he hung up on me.I was a little startled by his reaction, but then….not really. I have to admit…my husband could be a dick.Knowing our tight financial situation, I was. Men usually paid no mind to her when she sat there in the diner writing in her journal. It was that small leather bound book that was her comfort in life. He bought her another cup of coffee and talked to her. He was quite intriguing to her as he wanted to know why she sat there writing alone and empty. Her hands moved over her body through the warm water as she continued remembering his words that ran though her. He was so intelligent that it was his mind that she wanted to take apart. She. She made up my mind however when she reached up and pulled my shorts down unceremoniously, letting my dick free for the first time ever in front of a girl. I was a little embarrassed, but I was more desperate than anything. She felt it a little bit, letting her small hand work up and down. I felt like I was going to explode right then and there! She must have known what was happening, because she got back up on her knees without saying a word. She reached around and grabbed my dick again.