Secret Nighttime Pleasures

I've been sneaking out of bed lately after my husband falls asleep. It started as an innocent desire to explore alone but quickly turned into something more. Last night, I took matters into my own hands, or rather, my fingers did most of the work, while imagining a stranger in every detail. My heart raced and palms sweated as I touched myself intimately, relishing the forbidden thrill. Each stroke brought me closer until I finally climaxed alone, feeling an intense rush of satisfaction and guilt.