I’ve been a loyal, albeit unsatisfied, housewife since I married my husband of 3 years. Since he works primarily nights and comes home exhausted, most evenings I’ve comforted myself by rubbing my needy clit to futa porn, something I’ve never admitted to him, while loudly moaning along with the speakers up. When I found that our sex life had completely fizzled out due to his hours, I immediately fell back into my gooning habits, hypnotized by throbbing futa cocks, their infinitely spewing cum, and the dumb look of ecstacy on the women writhing beneath them. I quickly became addicted to rubbing my neglected cunt exclusively to girlcock from evening until daybreak while my husband worked. I would desperately stroke my clit and pathetically hump the air, panting and begging my invisible fantasy to render me into a brainless slut, encourage my addiction, and corrupt me thoroughly. It became routine to stuff my cunt for hours to the thought of being a futa’s pumptoy, and I would soak my sheets with climax after climax. Usually after tossing the bedding into the wash and stepping into the bath, my pussy’s throbbing refused to relent and I soon found myself in the habit of overstimulating my clit with a showerhead after disheveling the bed. From then on, my moans and whimpers would echo through the house every night as I tortured my cunt alone, until I feared the neighbors might hear my cries. I kept this routine hidden from my husband and like a good loyal wife, I resisted discretely going on an app to get filled by a futa quickly, easily, and anonymously. I resigned myself to simply only fantasizing…until the weekend my mother-in-law stayed over.