Caught in My Own Fantasy Night

It's been years since I've felt this way about someone. My marriage has been stable and we both enjoy each other, but there are moments where I feel the heat of a past affair, one that I thought was over. Tonight, however, my wife is out with her friends until late and it's just me alone in our big house. I've always enjoyed watching porn to spice things up sometimes. But tonight, I didn't feel like porn. I felt like reliving an old memory, an encounter with a former flame, someone I know won't be crossing my path again anytime soon. As the night grew dark and quiet, I found myself undressing in front of her bedroom mirror, imagining it was someone else. I could almost smell her perfume as if she were standing behind me, breathing heavily against my neck. I closed my eyes tightly and tried to push away the images forming in my mind, but they only grew stronger. I imagined her hands running down my chest and between my legs, feeling how hard I was for her. I let out a soft moan as I rubbed myself harder. The reality of me alone at home made it all more vivid and intense than any fantasy ever had before. My body betrayed me, responding eagerly to the images playing out in my head. I could feel the sweat starting to bead up on my skin. I took hold of myself and began moving my hand up and down slowly, imagining how she would be kissing me with that playful smirk she always wore when we were intimate before. My thoughts were consumed by the memory of her fingers sliding between my legs, teasing and probing until I was trembling under her touch. My breathing grew heavy as I worked myself harder, the rhythm quickening as the pressure built up inside of me. I let out a series of deep moans that echoed through the empty house, feeling more lost in this fantasy than ever before. My hand moved faster now, my body arching off the bed as pleasure rushed through every nerve ending. I couldn't help but feel ashamed and disgusted with myself, yet also oddly relieved at how much it had turned me on to revisit those memories so vividly. When I finally came hard against my own fingers, my back arched one last time and I shuddered deeply as the intensity of that orgasm left me feeling both guilty and satisfied.