Coming Out On Top

Karlee Grey sits alone on her couch most nights, legs bare against cool leather, her husband away again. His solution for the quiet ache between her thighs sounds absurd—find a woman, just for sex—but the idea sits warm in her belly. She matches with Vanna Bardot, a pale redhead whose profile pictures show tight jeans and an unapologetic stare. When Vanna arrives, Karlee blurts the whole story: she wants nothing more than to lie back and be fucked. She’ll picture her husband above her, nothing more. Vanna nods, already reaching for her overnight bag. The strap-on is simple black silicone, curved just enough to press. Karlee’s breath hitches when she sees it, but she strips anyway, letting her heavy breasts swing free, nipples tight from nerves. Vanna slides two fingers between Karlee’s legs first—testing, slicking—then pushes the strap inside with one smooth thrust. Karlee moans, the sound raw, hips lifting before she can stop herself. Vanna stays low, watching every flicker that crosses the brunette’s face. With each deep stroke, Karlee’s thoughts of her husband blur, then vanish. She clutches Vanna’s shoulders, thighs trembling, the strap filling her again and again until she comes with a broken cry that surprises even her.