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 istanbul travesti 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 travesti istanbul 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, istanbul travestileri 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?”