That damn buzzing seemed louder today, or at least more persistent and consistent. My colleagues couldn’t hear anything on our call, but I looked out the window multiple times and didn’t see anyone doing landscaping work or electrical poles near us. After a while, it either faded or I stopped noticing it.

I was so deep in my work that I again didn’t hear Sarah come home. She kissed me on the neck, then moved my desk chair out so she could sit on my lap. She lifted her skirt as she sat down and pulled her panties aside.

“I need you inside me, I’ve been going crazy all day,” she hissed. “Come on, get your cock inside me.”

This shocked me, as I think it was the first time I ever heard her refer to it as a cock. Then that buzzing seemed to start again, maybe louder this time. Sarah seemed to be lost in a fog for a moment, then her eyes blazed; she kissed me, pinched my nipple through my shirt, and then told me it was time to fuck. 

She moved my cock deeper, squeezing me. I thrust as much as I could, but she did most of the work, her cheeks reddening, her nails digging into my back, and then she moaned, “Yess yesss, ohhh yessss,” before collapsing against me. 

I held her for a while when it hit me. Her nails had dug into my back -- since when did she have fingernails long enough to do that? I pulled her hand to my lips, ostensibly so I could kiss her hand, but I was looking at her newly long and polished fingernails.

I took one finger into her mouth, then another, kissing them and sucking on them. She moaned again and started moving them in and out of my mouth, slowly. 

She offered me a third finger and I greedily took it in. I felt myself getting hard again; Sarah shifted her weight and again took me in, giving me a look that said I’d better not let her down. She started moving her fingers faster, then added a fourth. She timed her movements on my cock to those of her fucking my mouth and surprisingly quickly her head rolled back and she moaned. She then pushed her fingers deep into my mouth and held them there as she finished, shuddering and sighing.

She held on for a moment, then slowly removed her fingers from my mouth. She looked at me differently, like she had learned something new. It wasn’t until she was off my lap and strutting to the bathroom naked that I realized I hadn’t cum and was still hard. 

Her clothes were in a pile next to the chair, as I had been entranced by her stripping her clothes off. Almost before I knew it I had reached down and picked up her panties. So soft and sensual and colorful. I rubbed them over my hands and cheeks, then, my cock aching, was about to rub them over it when I heard the shower turn off. I quickly zipped up, grabbed her clothes to put them into the laundry hamper, and went to the kitchen to make dinner.

I heard Sarah call out that she’d bought some salmon on the way home, that it was in the fridge. I had this desire for a salad also, so I seasoned and roasted the salmon and made a green salad while it was in the oven. Sarah came out in a pair of old sweats and baggy top that she had for some time. I tried not to let the disappointment show on my face, as I was hoping she’d wear the shiny tights again.

She walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek and hugged me, telling me how much she loved me. I told her the same and kissed her lightly on the lips, then the oven timer went off.