Vito was working the night shift again, and I was suffering insomnia because of it. I told my friend Priscilla as much while we chatted on the phone, and she bluntly said, “Masturbate.”

When I laughed, she doubled down and said, “I’m telling you, masturbation is better than a sleeping pill. Get those feel-good endorphins, and get a good night’s sleep. And don’t worry — he won’t be on the night shift forever.”

I knew that last part was true. He only had to handle those hours once a year for two or three weeks at most.

As for Priscilla’s suggestion, I wasn’t convinced masturbation would help me sleep, but it was definitely something I could try.

“I guess I’ll give it a shot tonight,” I said with a sigh.

“There you go!” she cheered. “I’ll think of you fondly as I doze off myself, you kinky girl.”

I simply laughed and hung up the phone, shaking my head.

Turns out she wasn’t wrong.

When Vito left for his shift, he kissed me on the head and said, “Love you, babe. Soon it will be over, and I’m going to fuck you like an animal when we’re back on the same schedule.”

I smiled as I told him, “It’ll be well worth the wait.”

He grabbed his lunch and out the door he went.

I was watching a channel famous for sappy holiday movies and decided that wouldn’t cut it. I turned to another channel running an old R-rated flick that had walked the line of being almost too racy back in the day. It was a favorite of mine.

I watched, transfixed by the gritty city scenes, the wild sex, the intensity of the couple’s short but hot relationship. By the time I went to bed, I realized masturbating wouldn’t be a problem.

I worked myself into a frenzy by pushing my fingers deep inside my pussy, while the digits of my other hand worked my clit. I got off three times and then laid there, feeling stunned and pretty tired.

“Good advice,” I said aloud, and then I rolled over and fell sleep.

It was close to dawn when I heard Vito come home.

He took off his clothes, yawned and climbed into bed. I still had several hours before I had to get up. He was home early.

“Morning,” I said, rolling toward him and running my hand along his belly.

“Hey, baby.” There was a long pause before he asked, “Why do you look so sated?”

I let my hand slide down his stomach to his crotch and cupped his not quite erect dick.

“I kind of masturbated my brains out to doze off. I haven’t been sleeping since you’ve been working this shift. But I’m not sated. Not by a long shot.”

“Ah,” he said, turning to me. “Dirty, dirty girl.”

He kissed me, supercharging my horny feelings.

Soon his cock was standing at attention, and I was working his erection with my hand. When he thrust up his hips, I stroked his rod faster.

“God, babe,” he said. “I’m so fucking tired, but you’re too fucking irresistible.”

I laughed as he yanked my pajama bottoms off and rolled atop me. His cock slid into my pussy effortlessly, and I bucked upward to take him. All the need and urgency from watching the sexy movie — and getting myself off — was back and blazing hot.

I wanted him to make me climax. I wanted to make him climax. I wanted to start the day with orgasms before coffee.

“Don’t come,” I said. “Don’t come yet. I want to try something first.”

“What?” he asked breathlessly.

I waited a beat and then said, “I want you to fuck my ass.”

He groaned long and loud, and the desperate, wanting sound sent a thrill shooting through me.

Vito rocked his hips from side to side, and I squeezed my pussy around him as he moved. When I came, I moaned, grabbing his hips and letting my fingernails rake his skin. He grunted before crushing his body to mine and kissing me roughly.

“Turn me over,” I said. “Flip me.”

He didn’t indulge me right away.

Instead, he pulled free of me, nudging my clit with his thumb. I hummed with appreciation, and he continued to touch me.

“I’ve heard anal is way better if you’re so hot you can barely think,” he said.

“I’m so hot I can barely think,” I parroted back.

“No, you’re not,” my husband said with a laugh. “But you will be soon.”

Vito slid down my body. He nipped me lightly, raking my skin with his teeth. He plunged his fingers into me and exhaled against my mound. The heat of his breath soaked into me. Next, he darted his tongue over my clit, making me shiver, squirm and squeal.

Curling his fingers within my cunt, Vito latched onto my thumping clit and sucked it like it were candy.

I gasped and flailed, but he managed to pin me down with his forearm. He trapped me there against the mattress, which really turned me on.

“Please!” I yelped. “Please, just do it. Just fucking do it.”

He suckled my clit once more before asking, “Do what?”

“Make me come. I’m so close.”

He sucked again, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please!” I begged on the verge of tears.

Vito finally decided to put me out of my misery. He no longer taunted me. Instead he worked in earnest, using his fingers and mouth to make me come — and come I did.

In fact, I climaxed so hard my back arched almost painfully. Fisting two handfuls of his thick hair, I held on as he continued to lap at me, cleaning my juices from my pussy as I settled down.

Then he finally flipped me over.

I pushed my face into the mattress and raised my ass in the air.

He thrust his cock back into my pussy, fucking me in a super-fast rhythm as I held my breath. His fingers — slippery with my moisture — pushed at my asshole. One digit slid into me, and I moaned softly. He soon added a second.

When I responded positively, he pulled his dick free of my pussy and pushed it against my back entrance.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Very, very ready,” I assured him.

He advanced gradually. Only the head breached me at first, and I sucked in a breath.

“Slower,” I said, gripping the bedsheets in my fists.

He did so, and him penetrating me caused an almost ticklish sensation — but not quite. He pressed forward and then forward some more.

Finally, his crown was totally inside me, and I was breathing heavily. I wanted to rush, but I knew we shouldn’t. I also wanted to experience the moment fully as he filled my ass and fucked me.

“Such a sexy girl,” he cooed.

My nipples grew hard and sensitive at his praise, and I realized he’d slipped his cock in even further.

I found myself pushing backward. My pussy was thumping with arousal and excitement. Yet I was experiencing an odd emptiness since it was my ass that was full and not my cunt.

“That’s it. Relax. Take my dick,” he said.

He twisted my hair around his hand and tugged it.

I moaned, reaching up to pinch one of my nipples. When the resulting sensation shot straight through the center of me, I greedily pinched my other nub.

I pushed back again. I felt the sting of his dick stretching my backdoor and was overwhelmed by pleasure.

I released a sensual sound, and Vito said, “Touch yourself. It will make everything even better.”

Sliding my hand beneath my body, I found my clit with trembling fingers. I stroked myself gently at first, feeling an amazing swell of ecstasy and the thudding intensity of my mounting passion. I also felt my pulse pounding everywhere — my temples, my throat, my ass, my cunt, my clit.

The only noises I heard were the constant hum of the heat coming from the radiator, the soft slap of our bodies meeting and the rustle of the bedclothes beneath us.

I dipped my fingers into my cunt, feeling delicious pressure due to my rear being stuffed with cock. I did it again, slipping them deeper and letting the edge of my hand press against my clit.

Vito moved faster, clearly knowing I was receptive. There was deep pleasure in this act, and I was taking advantage of it. I was letting him completely slide into my ass and moving back to take each of his inward strokes.

“This is a thousand times better than I thought it would be,” he said. “And I knew it would be good. Speaking of good, are you good, lovely?”

“I’m good,” I managed to say, while sliding a third finger into my snug pussy.

Every one of his thrusts helped press my clit against my hand.

“I really want to see your face,” he said. “I really want to see your expression when you come.”

His soft words made me hornier than I thought possible.

Vito pulled out gently and said, “Roll onto your back.”

I did as he requested and allowed him to fold my legs back, so I was fully bared to him. He wore an intense look of concentration as he aimed his cockhead at my back hole and entered me again. He gently fucked my ass, while gazing in my eyes.

“Touch yourself again,” he murmured.

I did. I ran my fingers over my pulsing clit. Not wanting to come just yet, I toyed with myself. I took it easy, but made myself feel good and then even better and better still — until I was so fucking close to tumbling over the edge.

But not quite there.

Vito was handsome in the muted light of the bedroom. Bright bits of sunlight were busting through the cracks of the drapery. Morning had broken as we fucked.

I purred as I felt a deep-seated pleasure in a nearly indescribable place.

Vito seemed to understand my unspoken praise. He rocked into me gently, trying to repeat the action that had obviously thrilled me. I pushed my hand down between us and managed to slip some fingers back inside my cunt, grinding my clit against my hand once more.

I moved with my man as best as I could, letting my body’s hunger dictate my motions.

Vito bucked faster and faster. His expression was intent. He looked so serious I nearly laughed, but I knew what it was. He was locked in and not responding to anything but his own pleasure.

It sobered me, realizing how very much he was enjoying being buried deep in my ass.

I squeezed my butthole tight around his thrusting dick and saw ecstasy flicker over his face.

“You gonna come for me, baby?” I asked. “Are you going to fill my ass with your cream? Fill me up until I’m overflowing?”

Vito let out a harsh breath. With his jaw clenched, he nailed me hard.

I kept finger-fucking my pussy and managed to come when he did. My cunt rippled around my driving fingers as he shot his seed into my backdoor.

The sun streaming into the room was the brightest yet as he collapsed against me.

“Good morning,” he whispered in my ear.

“The best morning,” I said — and I meant it.