Sophie lay sprawled on the bed, her laptop propped up on a pillow. The room was dimly lit, the only sound the muffled moans from her headphones. She bit her lip, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her panties as she watched the screen intently, her breath quickening.
She was so engrossed in the scene unfolding before her that she didn’t hear the front door open. Mark had come home early, his footsteps echoing softly in the hallway. He approached their bedroom, pausing when he noticed the faint glow of the laptop. Pushing the door open slightly, he peered inside.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight of his wife, her back arched in pleasure, completely lost in her own world. The screen reflected in her eyes revealed the source of her arousal – a video featuring a well-built black man, his movements commanding and intense. Mark’s initial shock gave way to a mixture of curiosity and arousal as he watched her.
Unable to remain silent, he cleared his throat. “Sophie?”
Her eyes flew open, and she yanked the headphones off, the flush of embarrassment spreading across her cheeks. “Mark! I didn’t hear you come in.”
He stepped into the room, his gaze flicking to the laptop before meeting her eyes. “Enjoying yourself?” he asked, a teasing note in his voice.
She swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. “I… I didn’t expect you home so soon.”
Mark sat on the edge of the bed, his hand gently cupping her cheek. “It’s okay, Sophie. We can explore this together.”
His words sent a thrill through her, and as their lips met in a heated kiss, Sophie felt a new door opening in their relationship, one filled with possibility and unspoken desires.