Coming Out On Top

Karlee's nights dragged. Empty sheets. Her husband chasing deals across state lines. He told her to fuck women if she needed it. She laughed. Said she didn't swing that way. Said fine anyway. She opened the app, picked Vanna because the girl looked hungry. In the hotel room Vanna already wore the harness, thick strap hanging heavy between her legs. Karlee stripped fast, told her not to waste time with kissing or slow fingers. Just fuck me, she said, so I can picture him. Vanna pushed in deep, hard, no teasing. Karlee took every inch expecting the usual male rhythm. What hit instead was Vanna's angle, the steady grind right on the spot that made Karlee's back arch without warning. Heat flared between them. Karlee's breath hitched, turned into a moan she couldn't swallow. Vanna stayed locked on that angle, hips snapping sharp. Wet sounds filled the room. Karlee grabbed Vanna's ass, dragged her closer, chasing a feeling that had nothing to do with her husband anymore. Her thighs shook. She realized she was grinding back. Realized she didn't want it to stop. Realized straight didn't cover what just set her body on fire.